Page 20 of Daisy Chain
“And the reason why I need to stay away. He gets me doing things I don’t do.” I break off a piece of my sandwich and toss it to a waiting pigeon. “Can we forget about the club and go about our normal lives, please?”
She shakes her head. “Who wants normal after what you’ve experienced? I’d give anything for excitement like that. I saw the spark in your eye when you told me what happened. You’re trying to hold on to the good pastor’s daughter reputation you’ve got going on, but deep inside there’s a hot, sexy vixen screaming to come out. And Kade is just the man to help you.”
And that’s why I need to stay away from him. Because I can’t let out the ‘hot, sexy vixen’. I tear off another piece of bread and throw it to the bird. At least someone is enjoying my lunch.
“Can’t you take someone else?”
“I don’t want to take anyone else. I want you to come with me.” She gives me a pleading expression.
I sigh heavily. “Fine. I’ll go one more time. That’s it. Don’t ask again.”
Sally squeals and throws her arms around me. My pigeon friend flies away in fright. “Thank you. Thank you. You’re not going to regret this.”
I hope I don’t regret it too. And with that decision made, a spark ignites in my belly. What if I see Kade again?
What if he makes good on his promise?
nine
CHAINS
Throughthemonitorsinmy office, I see Daisy the second she walks into the club. Tonight, her outfit isn’t as revealing as last time. She’s wearing a black dress that ties up around her neck, exposing her creamy shoulders. The neckline isn’t as plunging as before, but low enough to show some cleavage. The skirt hugs her hips and falls to mid-thigh, showcasing her incredible curves. Her blonde hair is in a sleek high ponytail. If she thought covering up wouldn’t get her noticed, she’s mistaken. She looks fucking gorgeous.
I knew she’d be back even though she denied it.
“Is that the woman you have a thing for?” Lincoln leans over my shoulder to check the monitor.
My back stiffens. “I don’t have athingfor no one.”
“Really? I’ve been standing behind you from the moment she walked in, and you didn’t hear me.”
I swivel around in my chair to face him. “Have you learned some ninja moves to spy on me?”
Lincoln chuckles. “There’s no shame in admitting you’re interested. She’s hot. I don’t blame you.”
“Don’t you have anything better to do with your time? Like go over to the casino?” My body tenses. He knows I never show interest. I’m not wired that way. That was stripped out of me years ago.
“Ash’s on it. He’ll be back later. For now, you’re stuck with me. Aren’t you lucky?” He grins.
“I’ve fucking hit the jackpot.” I don’t bother disguising my sarcasm.
Lincoln leans forward again. “It’s a good thing you’re not interested in that woman because if you were, you’d be pissed watching her dance with another man.”
Spinning around in my chair so fast, I give myself whiplash. I scan the screen monitoring the dance floor. Searching through the crowd, there’s no sign of her on the dance floor. I ball my hands into fists. Fucking Lincoln played me. I find her standing in line at the bar. What is she doing there? Her ticket gives her access to the free bar on the ob deck.
Lincoln laughs. “Not interested? Yeah… okay. Keep telling yourself that. I’ll leave you alone to spy on her. I’m going to check on Natasha.” Once I’m satisfied no one is approaching her, I turn back to Lincoln. “We gave Natasha the rest of the week off.” Our bartender is seven months pregnant and has been tired and suffering lower back pain the past two days. Not that she complains. We’ve spotted her rubbing her back and looking drained.
“Yeah, I’ve told her to go home. She won’t listen.”
She’s so stubborn. Just because we gave her a job and a place to live, she thinks she has a debt to pay. “Make sure she takes breaks every twenty minutes.”
“On it. I’ll see you later. Have fun with your woman,” Lincoln says teasingly, bobbing his eyebrows up and down.
My jaw clenches. “She’s notmywoman.”
“Whatever you say.” He smiles, and I want to punch that cocky grin off his face. He salutes and leaves the room.
Turning back to the screens, it doesn’t take long to spot Daisy again. It’s like there’s a spotlight shining on her in the dimly lit room. Zooming in, I watch her laugh and chat with her friend. They’re still at the bar, but this time, they have drinks in hand. Daisy sucks the straw between her full pink lips, and my blood rushes south. My balls tighten as I imagine her mouth doing just that to my cock.
