Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... anticipated. He saw her eyes widen in surprise. Daisy scooted away a little. “I also read that the Indians… um, the Native Americans, have been living here for like thousands of years, but of course the government forced them into reservations and made it some kind of national park or landmark. Really shitty thing to do.”

“You read a lot on history?”

“History?” Daisy laughed. “NO… no…I love places, lands, things I’ve never seen. I watch the Travel Channel a lot.”

“Travel Channel. You find it interesting?”

“Bet you’ve never even looked at it,” she mumbled, returning her eyes to the view.

“Oh, I’ve had my hotels featured. So, yes, I’m familiar.”

“Yeah, well imagine looking at it from my eyes. Girl that aint neva been nowhere.”

Aiden looked her over. “Did you ever see my hotel on the Travel Channel?”

“Yep, but it sure is a lot nicer in person. Me and Pete aint neva slept so good. And last night we saw a show, Cirque du Soleil. ”

“Which one?”

“Huh?” she said straining to see something below.

“Which one?”

“Zumanity.”

“Ah, yes, the show for lovers. I’ve seen it. It’s good.”

“Man is it eva. I swear that thing was so sexy it—” she bit her bottom lip and looked away. “It was a good show, yes.” When he didn’t say much else, she looked back. He was staring out of his window now, actually looking at the sights instead of her. She dropped her eyes to something shiny. It was a golden coin that he rubbed between two fingers. She saw it before on ...

... him. Strange. He was a strange man. When she looked up their eyes met. She smiled, and he gave her the stony glare again, the softness gone. Shaking her head, she looked back out of her window.

“Call him. Tell him I said the deal is off. The deal isn’t valid if we both don’t agree. And I don’t agree with it. Ya got it. So call him.”

“Have a seat, son.”

“Fuck you. Call me son again old man and I'll show you I'm not.”

Donovan smirked. He walked over to the leather sofa chair and sat. Dusting off invisible lint from his crossed pant legs, he looked up with the patience of a pope. Pete hated the way the man stared at him, as if he were the one that was the freak. Aiden Keane was a freak. There’s no telling what he had planned for Daisy.

“Call him!”

“I can’t. He’s not here.”

“That’s bullshit! I saw them less than a half hour ago.”

“Then you must have seen them leave,” said Donovan coolly.

“No! Daisy wouldn’t leave with that man.”

Pete paced the floor staring at the attorney. “She wouldn’t.”

“They left by helicopter from the roof. I expect them to return tomorrow at the contractually agreed-upon time.”

“What? What? No fucking way! He kidnapped her.”

“I suggest you go back and read what you signed.”

“Fuck that! If I take that contract to the police, both your asses will go to jail. You can’t sell a person!”

Donovan chuckled. “Did you read it? Nowhere does it mention the selling of a human being. Just a service.” He leaned forward with elbows ...