“Yes.”
Not giving her a chance to change her mind, I pull her off the dance floor.
“I need to tell Sally I’m leaving.”
“No time. Call her from the car.” As soon as I can get her to Vegas, the better.
With her trusting hand in mine, she follows me to the parking garage, where the driver is waiting.
This is the woman I promised myself not to touch. Because of Evan. Because our lifestyles are as opposite as the North and South Poles. Because I don’t play around with wholesome, sweet, church-going women like Daisy.
What the hell am I thinking, taking her with me to Vegas? Is this a huge mistake? What if, even though she said she’s not looking for anything serious, shedoeswant more?
The bigger question is…what ifIdo?
I should stop this now. Tell her the plan has changed. Instead, I say, “Let’s go, Daisy Chain.”
***
On the drive to the airport, Daisy is typing on her phone.
“What did Sally say?”
“She said, have fun.”
There’s no doubt in my mind she said more than that. “What else?”
“Nothing.” A look of guilt crosses her face.
I raise an eyebrow. I’ve only known Sally for a brief amount of time, yet I know she always has a lot to say. Her phone dings again. This time, she doesn’t read it.
“Aren’t you going to see who that is?”
She swipes at the screen. “It’s Sally.”
“Still has nothing to say?” I tease.
With a sigh, she says, “Do you really want to know?”
“Not if you don’t want to tell me.”
Keeping the phone close to her chest, her fingers fly over the screen before she turns it off and places it in her purse. “She told me to be careful and have fun. And if you’d given me more notice, I could’ve filled my purse with more condoms.”
“More? How many do you have?” Did she bring them to use with me? Or was she planning on using them with someone else? A sour taste fills my mouth at the thought of her fucking some other guy.
She shuffles in her seat and adjusts her top as her cheeks turn pink. “Two.”
“Daisy Chain, we’re gonna use more than two. Don’t worry, I have it covered.” No point dancing around each other as to where this night’s going. From the moment she wrapped her hands around my neck and pressed her body against mine on the dance floor, I was included in her ‘wanting to have fun’. If she needs me to scratch some kind of itch or mark me off a list of things she wants to do, I’m happy to help.
Her knees bounce as if she’s nervous. I rest my hand on her thigh. “Are you changing your mind?”
She turns her head toward me. “No.”
“Are you sure? Because I can have the driver take you home.”
She places her hand over the top of mine and gives me a small smile. “I’m sure.”
To give her a taste of what’s to come, I hook a finger under the hem of her skirt and slowly slide it up her thigh, stopping before it exposes her underwear. Her eyes dart to the driver. Leaning in, my lips hover above her ear. “He won’t look back.” Inchingmy fingers higher, I hit the silk of her panties. She gives a sharp inhale in response.
