Daniel by Kathi S. Barton Page B

pegged his needs perfectly. “And I want you to make
sure that when the vase comes in sometime over the next few days, I want to be
notified immediately.”
    There was no vase. He just wanted to see
how he would react to the news. The “very good, sir” was always the same answer,
and he wondered if the man ever got ruffled or pissed. When he’d applied for
the job, Berto had been hesitant. Now he wished he’d had him at every one of
his homes.
    The limo was at the front door when the
door was opened for him, and Rogers—he remembered the butlers name now—had his
coat and hat over his arms. He didn’t register why he thought he’d need a hat
and coat in Florida until he was zooming toward the runway. Laughing, he
decided to give him a raise. The man was a genius to remind him gently that it
was chilly where he was going.
    They were speeding down the runway when
his champagne was brought to him. Soon after they were in the air, three women
came out of the back room. Smiling, he thought about Rogers again. The man was
definitely going to get a bonus for this. He lay back on the couch and let each
of them take any part of him they wanted. He nearly came when one of them had
his cock in her mouth before she even had him completely out of his trousers. Christ,
this was going to be a relaxing trip, after all.
    ~~~
    They stood there and waited. Doyle
smiled when he heard the first crash. Then when something bumped hard against
the door, he looked over at Royce. The man looked worried.
    “She won’t hurt them too badly. She
knows not to kill them.” Doyle didn’t think he’d helped, especially when Royce
took a step forward. “You go in there and she’ll flatten you, too.”
    “How do you know it’s not her getting
tossed around? What if they’ve gone overboard on what you told them to do?” He
looked at the door again. “And how do you know that it’s not Daniel throwing
them around?”
    “Because I trained her.” He took pity on
the man and walked to the door when it was finally quiet. “Look, if she’s not
hurt and still standing, I’ll…I’ll work for you for free for a whole six
months. If she’s down due to them and not because your brother has finally
figured it out and took her to bed.”
    “Daniel and her?” Royce looked at the
door and grinned. “Daniel can be very persuasive. You should see him in court.”
    Doyle didn’t doubt it. But he also knew
Dawn…Reilly. The woman had been obsessed with learning from him. And he’d been
a very willing teacher. The girl…woman had a fire in her, a need. He only
wished now that he’d taken the time to understand what drove her, rather than
marvel at her ability to learn so well.
    Doyle knocked on the door and laughed
when he heard her ask if it was round two. “No, it’s me. Can I come in without
you kicking my ass, too, or should I send in Royce here to wear you down a bit
more?”
    When she didn’t answer, he thought something
was wrong and nearly went in anyway. But when she spoke, much closer to the
door this time, he knew there was something else going on.
    “Okay, but I didn’t do anything to Mr.
Hunter. One of the guys…well, he sort of hit him and knocked him over. I guess
if he’d not been trying to help so much I might have found a way to throw him
somewhere else, but…. Is Royce going to be pissed?”
    Doyle looked at the other man who was
grinning and shaking his head. “No, he’s okay with it. So long as Daniel isn’t
too badly hurt.”
    “Nah. He’ll make it. Too bad really.” The
door opened and he looked at her. Not even a drop of sweat on her. “Those guys,
however, won’t be walking all that well for a few days. And that one,” she
kicked him in the ribs. “He doesn’t play well with others. He needs to have his
ass kicked again.”
    Doyle knew who the guy was and hadn’t
wanted to send him in with the other two. He tended to get a tad overzealous
when he was doing hand-to-hand. Then Doyle thought maybe this