At least I hope that’s where she’s going to be.She said she had to work when she was coming up with excuses to run off on me this morning.Maybe it was bullshit.I don’t know, but if she isn’t there, I guess I’ll find out.
The bar is busy, a real tourist trap down on the water.I can hear the music blaring as I pull into the parking lot, finding a spot around the back.I’ve been here before, but that was before.Before with the band and before Daisy started working here.
Opening the door, I head inside, scanning the place, which is packed with both locals and tourists.The bar runs along the back wall, and as I make my way through the crowd, I scan the people working it, my eyes finally landing on Daisy at the far end.
She hasn’t noticed me yet, and I take the opportunity to watch her as she serves a group of guys who are clearly tourists.They’re clearly into her too, if the way they are all laughing and leaning over the bar while she lines up some shots for them is anything to go by.
She points a finger at the first shot, running it along the rest of them before she holds the bottle up and shouts something, the five guys all picking up their shots and downing them together.They slam their glasses down, cheering and high-fiving each other like taking a tequila shot is the greatest fucking thing in the world.
Daisy holds up the bottle again, and one guy nods before crooking his finger at her, as if to tell her to come closer.She leans in, not too close, but close enough that this asshole takes a good look down her tank.
Fuck this.
I march over there, my eyes never leaving Daisy.When she finally notices me, hers widen in surprise, her smile disappearing as her mouth drops into a tiny O shape.
“We need to talk,” I snap, pushing my way to the bar as I shove past the dick who was checking out her tits.
Daisy’s mouth snaps shut as fury fills her eyes.“I’m working,” she bites back.
“Take a break.”
“No,” she argues, shaking her head at me.
The idiot beside me grabs my arm, but I shake it off as I turn to look at the other people working, hoping I know one of them.When I see Lisa, a chick who I know occasionally hooks up with Kai, I whistle, catching her attention.
“Miles Olsen,” she says, sauntering over to me.“Been a while.”
“Hey, Lisa, it has,” I say, smiling at her.“Can I borrow Daze for a sec?Won’t be long.”
I hear Daisy start to protest, but Lisa agrees to it before she can get more than two words out.I thank her, chuckling when she says, “Say hi to your brother for me.”
Turning to Daisy, I jerk my thumb toward the back corridor.“Let’s go.”
Daisy doesn’t move, huffing out a breath.Lisa just laughs, pushing Daisy toward the corridor.“Just go.You were due for a break anyway, and it’ll save me from having a fight on my hands.”
As Daisy storms off toward the darkened corridor, I can’t resist turning to the dickheads beside me, smirking at the asshole who was perving on her as I say, “Get lost,” before stalking over to where she stands.
She opens her mouth to speak, but I grab her elbow, dragging her down into the darkness and pushing her into the storeroom.
“Miles, what the fuck!?”she shouts, hands on her hips as she stands in the middle of the small space.
I walk toward her, my steps slow and measured as I say, “You never answered my questions.”
She huffs out a breath, throwing up her arms, taking a step back for every step I take toward her until she’s backed up against some shelves of booze.
“I don’t have to answer you anything,” she growls.
I close the distance, our bodies not quite touching, even as electricity crackles between us.I grab her hips, yanking her toward me, my fingers digging in as I say, “Do you love him, and are you back on?”
I don’t know why I’m insisting she answer me.Maybe I just need to know where I stand and what my chances are of getting her back.
Or maybe I just enjoy torturing myself over the woman I can’t seem to let go of.
“I’m not?—”
“Answer me,” I growl, my grip tightening.
Daisy gasps, and even in the darkness, I can see her eyes widen, her pupils dilating as my hips brush against hers.
