Because I had no doubt the picture I must have made.
One hand still gripping my breast through my shirt, other hand buried in my underwear, inme…
“Oh God,” I whispered as I pulled my fingers free of my body.
“Daisy,” Sage began, but I shook my head.
What did I do?
My eyes shifted to Cash and I hated the curl of disappointment I felt when I saw him frown.
What the ever-loving fuck? Why was I upset at the prospect of disappointing him?
The unexpected emotion served only to anger me more.
Cash carefully pulled his fingers free of Sage’s body and released his dick. Sage let out a little grunt, then he was climbing to his feet. He ignored the sticky white fluid that clung to his body and yanked his pants up.
“God, Daisy—” he began, but that was as far as he got because there was a sharp rap on the door.
All three of us froze and stared at the door. It would have been comical if it hadn’t been so eye-opening.
How long had the outside world even disappeared for as we’d taken our pleasure in one another?
“Um, it’s the manager,” a voice on the other side called. “I got a message that the young lady in the room next door needs her door unlocked.”
None of us moved for several long seconds. Both Sage and Cash were watching me, Sage with complete and utter confusion and Cash with that damn disappointment.
“This didn’t happen,” I muttered, more to myself than them. I bent down and snatched the towel off the floor. I wiped my fingers – the ones that had just moments ago brought me an epic climax that only existed between the pages of the raunchiest of romance novels – and wrapped it around my waist. I shoved past Sage and hurried out the door.
“Yes, that’s me,” I said as I practically ripped the thing open. The manager’s mouth opened into a wide O at the sight of me, but I ignored him and hurried from the room, hoping like hell he’d follow.
He did.
But he wasn’t the only one.
“Daisy, wait,” Sage said.
The manager was caught between us as Sage rushed shirtless from his room and stopped by my door.
“Open it, please,” I implored the manager. He quickly did my bidding, then stepped back. I went to grab the knob, but Sage stopped me.
“Daisy, we need to talk about this.”
“No, we don’t,” I bit out, then tore my hand free of his.
Because those damn sparks were still there.
“Miss, everything okay?” the manager asked.
“It’s fine,” Sage bit out, his desperation turning to anger. The manager took several steps back.
“I’m fine,” I told the older man. “You can go.”
The last thing I needed was Sage to scare the guy enough that he’d call the cops or something.
The manager hesitated, then left.
“Daisy,” Sage began, but I put up my hand.
