Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... stop.”

“What? Don’t stop what?”

“Talking.”

She looked up at him, surprised. “You like it when I talk?”

“I do.”

“Pete says I never know when to shut up. I tend to say too much, and not let other people speak. Mama said I was mouthy at two. She said once I said my first word, I never stopped. Guess I’m nervous and all.”

“A woman like you shouldn’t have to be quiet. You have a lot to say Daisy. My guess is if you had your say to someone who wanted to listen, you wouldn’t need to rush them with everything you know.”

“I don’t do that.” She frowned. “It’s not about me trying to be smart. I just like to talk about the things that make me happy or the things I’ve learned. I’m not bragging or conceited.”

“I apologize. Of course you aren’t.”

Water, coffee, and her mimosa were brought to the table. A slice of orange on the cut-crystal flute was decorated like a rose. Pretty. She had never had it served to her before. She and Jessiemae had made it once and got drunk off the champagne.

She stared at the glass.

“Something wrong with the drink?”

Daisy’s brows drew together. It just occurred to her: maybe she shouldn’t be drinking around him.

“One glass won’t hurt,” he smirked as if reading her mind.

She picked it up and sipped it. It was so yummy, she licked her lips then sipped some more. Then she drank down half the glass.

Aiden laughed.

She grinned.

“Now tell me more about Oprah at this Sizzling place. It sounds fascinating,” he ...

... chuckled.

“Well if you think that is cool, check this out…” She leaned forward, and Aiden leaned in to hear her. Daisy dropped her hands on the table and leaned in further. “One year after the Derby, Colby Kemp drove through Hollow Creek and used the bathroom at Wal-Mart, and guess what. He didn’t wash his hands! You know Colby Kemp. He owns all those buildings in New York City. Jessiemae saw it.”

Aiden laughed aloud.

Daisy frowned. “I’m serious! It aint a joke. It’s nasty, just nasty.”

Chapter Fourteen

“I’d like a number one with an orange juice, and—” she looked over at Pete. He shook his head no. “And give me a chicken biscuit on the side.”

“Okay, that will be five dollars and sixty-eight cents. Please drive around.”

Andy revved her Mustang around the curve to the first drive-up window. Pete barely looked over. He stared out of the passenger window at nothing. He should have gone back upstairs and stayed in the hotel room. What if Daisy called? What if she was in trouble? His heart sank. He knew. He knew she was where she wanted to be. His sitting there waiting on that call that would never come would drive him crazy. At least he’d be out doing something else. Anything else.

“Here, sugar.” Andy shoved the chicken biscuit at him. “On me.”’

“I’m not hungry.”

“You've been drinking. It’s barely ten in the morning. You have to eat. Take it.”

He looked down at the offering then back up to her. “Breakfast on you, huh?”

“I’m generous that way. Besides, ...