Tilting her nose in the air, she turned and stomped off toward the bathroom. The door was one of those sliding barn doors, so she couldn’t even slam it behind her.
Rude.
She did need to pee, that much hadn’t been a lie, so she did so and washed her hands while voices from the main room drifted through the door. The deep rumble of Tiernan’s, joined by two higher, more feminine tones. Sweet, lilting laughter floated through the door and Daisy snarled at the sound. A dark emotion she didn’t quite recognize twisted in her gut as an image of some gorgeous woman laughing and flirting with her man popped into her head.
Jealousy, she realized with a start. That’s what she was feeling. Jealousy.
Which made absolutely no sense. She had absolutely no claim on Tiernan O’Rourke. And she had zero intention of ever seeing him again after tonight.
But the thought of him even looking at someone else…
Okay, this was a slight complication.
She was still puzzling it over in her mind when a sharp rap on the door made her jump. “Coast is clear, babygirl. You can come on out.”
Shoving the unsettling jealousy down deep, she stepped out of the bathroom—and froze.
Every available surface, including the bed they hadn’t yet defiled, was covered in dishes. “What did you do, order the entire menu?”
“Yes.”
It wasn’t often Daisy Harrington found herself speechless. And yet, here she was, staring at the scene in front of her, completely at a loss for words. “I… You… What?”
“I wasn’t sure what you’d like. Or if you had any allergies. But I figured you’d be hungry when you woke up from your nap, so this seemed like the most reasonable option.”
“Dude, there is nothing reasonable about this. There’s no possible way we can eat all this.”
“You’re probably right.” His grin flashed, quick and disarmingly boyish given his rugged features. “But I have no doubt we’ll work up an appetite again later. Pick whatever you want and I’ll choose from what’s left.”
When she didn’t immediately move, he laid a hand on her lower back and nudged her forward. “There are some pasta dishes on the desk—figured with the red sauce that was a safer bet than the bed. Chicken wings, a bunch of fried crap, shrimp and grits?—”
“Mine!” Hurrying toward the bed, she snatched up the bowl filled with the savory grits, shrimp, and some sort of sauce she couldn’t place but that smelled absolutely fucking amazing. “Silverware?”
“Right here.” He passed her a set, wrapped up in a white linen napkin and she settled on the bed with her prize.
“Shrimp and grits is hands-down my favorite food.” Setting the bowl on the bedside table, she unwrapped the napkin and placed it on her lap before digging in. A low moan slipped from her lips as the mix of flavors exploded on her tongue. “And this is exceptionally good shrimp and grits.”
“I’m glad you approve, babygirl.” Scanning the offerings, he snagged one of the pasta dishes and his own silverware and settled on the bed beside her.
It was… unnervingly cozy, sitting in bed naked with a man after he’d given her several of the best orgasms of her life. Little twinges were making themselves known in her thighs and pussy from his rough treatment, but even now her clit was pulsing, needy and achy for his touch again.
Desperate for a distraction from all that raw, male power, she cleared her throat. “So, Daddy, what do you do for a living?”
She knew, of course. He worked for his cousin, Killian O’Rourke, rumored leader of the Irish Mafia. Whether the rumors were true or not, she still wasn’t sure, but she was sure that Killian was a hell of a businessman. Everything he touched seemed to turn to gold.
Beside her, Tiernan shrugged. “Little bit of this, little bit of that.”
Okay, that was an interesting response and not at all the one she’d been expecting. “What does that mean?”
Again he smiled that disarmingly boyish smile. “It means I’m much more interested in talking about you, babygirl. Maybe your name, for starters.”
“No names.” The words came out too quick, too sharp, earning her a raised brow. She tried to shrug it off, lifting a shoulder in a gesture she hoped came off more nonchalant than she felt. “Adds to the mystery, you know?”
“All right. No names… for now.”
Awareness crawled up her spine, not just at his words but the intent beneath them. It spoke of a man who wasn’t used to being denied and had complete and utter faith in his ability to get exactly what he wanted.
“What’s your favorite color?”
