“Nothing to turn my nose up at. You’ve done the work to improve yourself and create a better life.”
“You are incredible. Do you know that?”
“What can I say? I’m a saint.” She rapidly flutters her eyelids and smiles sweetly.
In a sudden motion, I push her onto her back, causing her to squeal with surprise. Positioning myself between her legs, I hover above her on my elbows. “The things you do with your body are far from saintly.” I grind against her opening.
At the connection, her eyes roll in the back of her head. Her hips tilt upward, begging me for it. “You said you have to get to work.”
Pinning her hands above her head, on a low growl, I say, “Work can wait.”
***
“You’re late,” Lincoln says as I walk into the office. He holds out a hand to Asher. Who digs into his pocket, pulls out a fifty-dollar bill and slaps it into Lincoln’s palm.
“What’s with the money exchange?” I look between them.
“I bet Ash you’d be late. He said you wouldn’t come to work at all. Said you’re too loved up with Daisy to want to leave your apartment .” Lincoln snickers as he leans back in his seat.
I throw Asher a dirty look. “I’m not and will never beloved up.” Yet, the way I’ve been behaving lately, it’s easy to think otherwise. They both give me a look like they don’t believe me. I turn my back on them—the more I try to defend myself, the more they’ll think they’re right. I scan the monitors. Security is in place, and the club is filling up. Here’s hoping for an uneventful evening, and my meeting with the security company is short.
“When the meeting’s done, are you heading home?” Lincoln asks.
“Why would I? I’m working.” That’s exactly what I plan on doing. But he doesn’t need to know that yet.
Lincoln shrugs. “To get back to your fuck buddy?”
I spring to my feet, ready to plant my fist in his face. “What did you call Daisy?”
Lincoln scratches the side of his face. “If she’s not your fuck buddy, what would you call her?”
“Can’t two people spend time together without labeling it?” What would you call our situation? If I’m honest, it’s not only about sex anymore. I like spending time with Daisy. I enjoy our conversations.
“You tell me,” Lincoln says.
“It’s casual.” I don’t turn to look at their reactions because I know it will be one of disbelief. They know me better than anyone and can smell bullshit from a mile away. Because Iamfull of shit. This is different. I know it is. I’m just not ready to face whatthisis. Or if I ever will be.
We don’t belong together.
That’s the bottom line.
“Are you sure?” Asher asks as he scans the monitors.
“Yes.” I turn away in case they can read something from my expression.
“So, if she strolls into the club tonight, you won’t go straight to her?” Asher asks.
“No. I have work to do.” Something I haven’t put one hundred percent into because my mind and cock have been focused on Daisy.
Asher taps a screen, pulling my attention to the monitor as a smirk spreads across his face. “She’s here.”
And there she is with Sally and Evan, dressed in a simple pale blue strapless dress that hugs her body. Her long blonde hair is tied in a low messy bun, leaving her shoulders exposed. She looks sexy as hell. I told her to stay in bed. Why is she at the club?
My first instinct is to run to her. With these assholes snickering at me, I sit firm. I don’t want them calling me ‘loved up’.
I track them to the bar. When Daisy settles on a stool, her gaze glances up to our office. She smiles like she knows I’m watching her. There’s a lustful, mischievous gleam in her eyes. No one can hold me back now. I don’t care what they say. “I’m going downstairs.”
Lincoln and Asher burst out laughing.
