Delighting Daisy by Lynn Richards Page B

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    And still she couldn’t get a second look.
    Oh well, what had she expected? She wa s not the type of woman to garner many second glances. She could count on one hand the number of women in the room who were ove r a size twelve. She could count on one finger the numbe r of women over a size sixteen – her.
    Her frien ds called her well padded. Unfor tunately non e of those friends were male and non e w ere friends with benefits. Seeing the happiness on the bride-to-be’s face , the size sixteen in the room, and the hotty she was engaged to, gave her hope. A small shard, but hope nonetheless.
    She accepted another glass of champagne from a passing waiter and took up a post by the far wall. She was good at observing her fellow man. That ’s what made her a goo d admin assistant with the bureau ; it was also what made her a very frustrated wanna be agent. The chief had allowed her only one undercover assign ment. And only when a female agent couldn’t be found. It lasted about thirty minutes. She’d taken a female suspect to the airport where she’d handed her over to the air marshal. Not exc i ting at all.
    That was what she wanted in her life. Excitement.
    Her attention went back to the dance floor wher e Gideon was dancing with Tara Pierce. Supposedly she and Noah Gre yson were an item, but you coul d n ’t prove it with t h e way she was dancing with Gide on. To be such a quiet man, he h a d some killer moves on the dance floor.
    Oh, what she wouldn’t do to be the one dancing with h im now. Of course, she’d really like to be doing the horizontal limbo with him.
    Face it Daisy Lambert, you just want to fuck the man.
    D eep down she knew was probably a nympho . All she thought about was sex. Sex with Gideon. Any way he wanted it.
    She shivered and her pussy creamed. The stories she had h eard about the three attorneys were enough t o make any woman’s panties wet. And s he knew Gideon was friends with Mike and he’d spent time with the others. Rumor was Quint was the d om of the group and Noah was just a great lover, very little kink. Mike was the dark horse. And Gideon? What did Gideon like?
    Spanking, bondage, submissio n, dominance? All of the above?
    Which ones would she be willing to do for him? Spanking. Check. Bondage? Check. Submission check. Dominance? Double check. She didn’t know if it had to do with her body image issues or not, but she wanted a man to tell her what to do and how to do it in bed. Of course, that desire might just rise from the fact she wanted a man to prove he wanted her.
    Being overweight made you less likely to trust a man when they d id express in terest. You always asked yourself why.
    “What put that look on your face, Ms. Lambert?” Gideon’s voice sounded behind her.
    Shit. When had he quit dancing with Tara ?
    And what look was he referring to? The hint of sadness she knew crossed her face whenever she thought about relationships or the craving when she thought about submitting to a man. To him.
    “What look is that, Mr . Sinclair?”
    “Dance with me.” Before she could decline – yeah, like she was going to do that – he to ok her hand and spun her into his arms.
    He held her lightly for se veral minutes before drawing her closer. Dear G od did that feel good. Before she could stop herself, she stepped even closer.
    “I didn’t watch.”
    “What?”
    “During the case with Mike and Beth Ann. I didn’t watch.”
    “You didn’t watch them do what? I find it hard to believe that you didn’t watch out for your partner and a kidnapped civilian, A gent Sinclair.”
    He glared down at her. “Of course, I had my partner’s back.”
    “I know.” She glared back. “ I’m not the one who said you didn’t. You said you didn’t watch .”
    He spun her away from him and just as quickly back into his arms. She gasped as she landed against his chest. He didn’t even see m to feel the weight of her body. Something for which she was very