A smart dark limousine was waiting at the curb, and the driver opened the door when Brett and Daisy stepped outside. Daisy slid across the seat at the opposite side and adjusted her gown. When Brett settled beside her and the door shut, she became highly conscious of his vibrating closeness, the masculine fragrance of his cologne, breathing him in, and telling herself to relax and enjoy his company. Brett took her hand, swallowing hard, he shut his eyes briefly and breathed in, wishing this little moment would never end. Daisy was looking like a snack, carefully baked with healthy ingredients and decorated sweetly in a very attractive way. Except this particular snack, was the type he wanted for himself and no one else. He ran his fingertips over Daisy's palm, a simple touch that sparked a fierce lust. He caught her gaze and noted that brief message that passed through her eyes. She was hot for him as much as he was for her. The expression on her face was enough evidence. Daisy sh

Sipping her champagne, Daisy slid into an autopilot mode of self-preservation. One she had not used in many years. Brett introduced her to more people, and being a social Queen-Bee courtesy of her mother, she performed extremely well. She spoke at the appropriate moments, cracked jokes when needed, smiled when necessary, even as she was boiling with jealousy inside. Fake or genuine, she did smile and smile is a smile, doesn't matter how genuine it was. Even with the internal riot she was battling, she struggled to pay attention to the discussions so as to know the right words to say and when she's expected to say them.Yet she was still conscious of the Sheila Robbin's figure gliding across the room, giving her subtle sharp spear-piercing stares once in a while. Brett on the other hand was extremely grateful for her presence and the way she was handling the people they had discussions with. He was more than pleased to discover that within five years, Daisy has grown not just bigger, b

Ugo snorted, pressing her ignore button. Daisy swallowed past the lump in her throat. "You gave a wonderful speech tonight, Brett. It enjoyed every bit of it." He sucked in a sharp breath and shoved a hand through his hair. Abruptly, he cursed under his breath pulling his vibrating phone out of his pocket, he glanced at the screen. "I have to go, Daiz." His gaze caught hers and held it for a while. His fingertips drifted over her cheek. "I’ll call you, please." He eyes held a plea but his face didn't and then he was gone. "Do you want to stay?" Ugo asked quietly. "No." "I’ll take you home, then." Ugo said calmly."No, don’t." Daisy insisted.She wanted to be alone for a bit. Soak herself in a hot bath, take a few glasses of wine and pull herself out of her self-induced misery. "You should stay here. It might be good for your career. We will talk when you get home. If not today, tomorrow. I’m seriously going to need the solitude." Ugo nodded. Her gaze darted over her friend's face

"Did Lexington say that to you?" Again, fury laced Ugo's quiet question. No. But he once told me he doesn't sleep with his female friends and he’s got issues with women wanting more than a good time, so he keeps the women he bangs and the women he hangs out with in two separate camps." She took another sip of her coffee. "I told him back then the setup wasn’t going to work for me and he said he’d make some adjustments, but in the end, he turned out to be one of those guys who’ll say whatever he has to in order to get what they want.""What the hell! Lexington fucking did you dirty. Why did you let him an inch near you again.""Maybe growth, I'm not sure. But I thought I've grown past all that. I thought he wouldn't have that strong effect on me again.""Does he?"Daisy nodded. "Not as strong as before. I can say no now. But if I don't step away, I might loose the will to say no.""Does he stop when you say no?" Daisy nodded."Maybe he just want another chance. Let's see it from a com

Brett felt a heavy painful pang in his chest. He rubbed it briefly and shoved a hand through his hair, exhaling harshly. "You don’t mean that."Daisy suddenly felt exhausted, from the continuous fight within herself over Brett. "I really mean it, Brett. Remember our agreement at the hotel. After Saturday night, I get to decide if I want to see you again or not. And you owe me the right to stay away if I ask you to..." She paused. "You and me......we can't do more than acquaintances, and even at that, I don't want to keep running into you. Brett, I don't want to go down that road again, not after the mess I went through from the last one. This thing right here, is a mistake."Brett's jaw tightened, his heart heaved with the possible fear of loosing Daisy. "This is not a mistake, the way I handled Saturday night, was a mistake and I'm sorry."Daisy stared at him, startled by the fierceness of his honesty. "I wasn’t really talking about just Saturday night, Brett. I’m talking about my l