Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... wall panel. He reached for a cold fry as she turned up Maroon 5. Holding her drink carefully, she turned around and waited until Pete’s eyes lifted to hers. Andy gave into a slow dance. Pete watched. What man wouldn’t? When her eyes fell upon him, he knew what she wanted.

“So your girl has been with him all day.”

“Yeah,” he said dryly.

“You seem to be handling it better now.”

“What choice do I have?”

Andy smiled. “True.” She downed her champagne.

“You know she’s sleeping with him. Fucking him. Getting turned out.”

“Okay, Andy. You made your point. Daisy’s cool. She wouldn’t take it that far.”

Andy walked over to him and dropped the wine glass on the table. She ran her hand up and down her midriff, then cupped her breasts. “You sure about that?”

***

Daisy wasn’t very good at the game. Two glasses of wine made her even more awkward. All day she’d been trying to find ways to delay the inevitable, escape it. Now her mind and body braced for it. She drank the last of the wine and looked up at him, not sure how to begin, what to say.

“Where’s the bathroom?” she asked.

He nodded past her. “Down those stairs to the suites at the bottom.”

“Excuse me.”

He watched her rise but didn’t object. Daisy left the table, her legs wobbly. She grabbed her purse and went for the stairs. Quickly she descended. She had to call Pete. She had to be sure. If he told her that he wanted her to come back, even if he was angry at her leaving, she would do it. She ...

... just had to be sure. Opening one door, she saw a room of monitors. Frowning, she closed it and tried the next. It was the bathroom. Inside, she fiddled with her phone and turned it on. She waited impatiently for the bars to appear. Two finally blinked on. She dialed the hotel.

“Hi, can I have Pete Doyle’s room, please?”

She slapped her forehead. She could have just asked for the room by number. But the operator transferred her immediately. Daisy turned and checked herself in the mirror. Again she was surprised at her appearance. The dress was spectacular. She looked like a dream.

The call went to voicemail. She jabbed at the keypad to get back to the front desk.

“Shamrock Casino.”

“Oh, I was trying to reach my fiancé. His name is Pete Doyle. Can you have him paged?”

“One moment, ma’am.”

Daisy leaned against the sink. She’d been in the bathroom five minutes now. It was taking forever. After another five minutes, the woman returned asking if she wanted to leave a message. She sighed sadly. “Well, no, I guess not. Can I hold it a little longer? He may not have heard you or—”

A soft knock at the door stopped her. She looked back.

“Daisy, you okay?” Aiden asked.

“Yes. Yes. I’m fine.”

She closed the phone and put it back in her purse. She held her breath as she opened the door. Aiden stood there, concerned.

“Sorry, girl stuff.”

“Aww. Is it your period again, making a surprise appearance?”

She looked up at him, shocked, and he narrowed his ...