‘Good thing she’s cute.’
Daisy agreed with a laugh as they both got up off the floor. Elliot went to toss the towel in the laundry and wash his hands, and by the time he got back, Daisy was happily chatting with Jack and Gabe at the front desk.
‘It seems kind of silly to keep bringing in flowers,’ Daisy said, gesturing to the plastic sheeting draped up behind Jack to keep the dust from the construction from drifting into the lobby.
‘We still have guests staying in the main building and they deserve your beautiful blooms,’ Jack said. ‘And besides, Mary and Joseph are so busy paying for all this, they’ll barely notice a monthly flower budget, so take the win.’ He winked and Daisy laughed.
‘Thanks, Jack.’
‘That reminds me,’ Gabe said, running a hand through his artfully messy hair. ‘Can you come and look at something… uh… outside. I wanted to get your opinion on… it.’
Jack’s face flushed red and he was out from behind the desk in a second. ‘Sure, yeah, of course.’
Gabe grinned.
Daisy raised her eyebrows at Elliot as the two walked away, their shoulders brushing together and Jack’s laughter echoing in their wake.
‘What’s going on there?’
Elliot rolled his eyes. ‘They sneak away at least several times a day to make out and I’m sure other things I don’t need to know the details of.’
‘Wow, scandal at the inn.’
‘Jack’s had a crush on him for months, so it’s kinda sweet.’
‘That is sweet.’ Daisy took a quick glance around the empty lobby before pinning Elliot against the desk and wrapping her arms around his neck.
‘You’re sweet, too, Elliot.’
‘Am I?’
‘Yes, and I can’t stop thinking about you.’
‘Oh?’ The one-syllable sound was the only thing he could make come out of his mouth after his brain stuttered to a stop at the feel of Daisy’s body in his arms.
‘A lot.’ She brushed her lips against his.
‘Mmm.’
‘I can’t sleep.’
Elliot breathed her in. Roses and sunshine.
His fingers flexed against her hips, and she whimpered.
‘Actually,’ she whispered, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. ‘I thought about you last night while I’—her voice dropped even lower like she was confessing to him—‘while I touched myself.’
‘Fuck, Daisy,’ he groaned and she giggled, breathy and sweet.
‘I can’t believe I just said that.’
‘Me, neither, but I…’ He squeezed his eyes closed before confessing, ‘I do the same. I think about you, Daisy.’
Far too often. Being near Daisy had become his new favorite type of torture. He wanted nothing more than to be with her but being with her only made him want her more. His hand and his imagination had seen more action in the last few weeks than they had in years.
She hissed out a needy little sigh and Elliot thought he might die. Or come on the spot. Or possibly both.
‘I think I’m losing my mind. I’ve never?—’
