that a man could have a fling with. You were never a fly-by-night.”
“Thank you.” Daisy was squirming on the inside, praying that Adonis couldn’t tell. Her heart kissed her soul, and her spirit laughed. She was glad that the feeling had been mutual.
“And then there was him—Jasper. We’d already clashed when my father married into the family….”
A quiet fell over the room. Daisy stood and stretched, then felt Adonis’s arms embracing her middle. She relaxed and nestled her head against his chest. He eased her closer. Amel Larrieux’s pretty voice filled the air. Adonis took Daisy’s hand, whirled her around, and held her tightly. Centimeters apart, they swayed to “Make Me Whole.”
Daisy could have swayed with him forever. Lust had left her. They didn’t have to make love, and she didn’t even care if he spoke. But she needed him to hold her. With Adonis, she felt safe and protected. His arms felt like home, a home she wanted to move into.
Not wanting to give him too much too soon, Daisy grabbed his hand and led him to the fireplace. “I love your art collection. Especially this one.” She pointed to a painting of an elderly man looking toward the sky, and then she noticed a picture on the mantel. She picked it up and stared at it. Oh, God. Calvin.
“That’s my frat brother. You remember Calvin Harris, don’t you?”
Daisy nodded. Lalani’s father. “I didn’t know you knew him.”
“Oh, yeah. We became good friends after college. I haven’t seen him in years, though—”
Daisy turned and forced a smile. Good.
“—but we talk pretty often and try to hook up when I go home to visit. But we’ll see him soon; he comes to New York often. One of his sisters moved to Queens. Maybe we can all have dinner together. I’m sure he’ll be interested in seeing you.”
Did he say “we’ll see him”? He knows, doesn’t he? “What would make you think that?” Daisy quizzed.
“Don’t look so shocked. As beautiful as you are, who wouldn’t want to see you?”
Relief splashed into Daisy’s soul, easing her for the moment. She weighed her options. If she wanted to be with Adonis, she’d have to tell him about her and Calvin eventually because he was “connected” to both of them. But if I spill now, he may not want me. After all, they’re friends—frat brothers.
“I think I should go now.”
“I thought you were staying. Is it something I said?”
“No, it’s me. Staying with you is tempting. But I’ll eventually have to get back to reality.” She rushed out the front door.
As Daisy waited for the doorman to hail a cab, she felt a tap on her shoulder. When she turned around, Adonis grabbed her and kissed her deeply. The warmth of his lips and the slight wetness of his mouth beckoned her to stay. She wanted to see what more he had to offer. Their tongues danced rhythmically, their breaths becoming one. She had never been kissed so passionately, so intensely. Daisy moaned, feeling his hardness against her abdomen. She tried to pull away but couldn’t. His lips invited her to stay and she couldn’t turn them down. She gave in to his deliciousness, and before she knew it, she was on the elevator with her back pressed against the wall.
The doors opened and neither uttered a word with their mouths, but their eyes spoke. She couldn’t get enough of Adonis and hadn’t even had him yet. She envisioned what it’d be like to be with him and knew she’d drink him with her soul. Suck up every drop of him and carry him inside her for as long as he would stay.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Adonis whispered in her ear once they were back in the apartment.
Daisy panted. She had no words, only desires she wanted him to fulfill. She was tired of being empty and guessed—hoped—he was the one to fill her voids.
“I’m glad you came.” He kissed her forehead.
“Me too.”
“Can I do something for you? No, let me rephrase that. I’ll be right back, there’s something
“Thank you.” Daisy was squirming on the inside, praying that Adonis couldn’t tell. Her heart kissed her soul, and her spirit laughed. She was glad that the feeling had been mutual.
“And then there was him—Jasper. We’d already clashed when my father married into the family….”
A quiet fell over the room. Daisy stood and stretched, then felt Adonis’s arms embracing her middle. She relaxed and nestled her head against his chest. He eased her closer. Amel Larrieux’s pretty voice filled the air. Adonis took Daisy’s hand, whirled her around, and held her tightly. Centimeters apart, they swayed to “Make Me Whole.”
Daisy could have swayed with him forever. Lust had left her. They didn’t have to make love, and she didn’t even care if he spoke. But she needed him to hold her. With Adonis, she felt safe and protected. His arms felt like home, a home she wanted to move into.
Not wanting to give him too much too soon, Daisy grabbed his hand and led him to the fireplace. “I love your art collection. Especially this one.” She pointed to a painting of an elderly man looking toward the sky, and then she noticed a picture on the mantel. She picked it up and stared at it. Oh, God. Calvin.
“That’s my frat brother. You remember Calvin Harris, don’t you?”
Daisy nodded. Lalani’s father. “I didn’t know you knew him.”
“Oh, yeah. We became good friends after college. I haven’t seen him in years, though—”
Daisy turned and forced a smile. Good.
“—but we talk pretty often and try to hook up when I go home to visit. But we’ll see him soon; he comes to New York often. One of his sisters moved to Queens. Maybe we can all have dinner together. I’m sure he’ll be interested in seeing you.”
Did he say “we’ll see him”? He knows, doesn’t he? “What would make you think that?” Daisy quizzed.
“Don’t look so shocked. As beautiful as you are, who wouldn’t want to see you?”
Relief splashed into Daisy’s soul, easing her for the moment. She weighed her options. If she wanted to be with Adonis, she’d have to tell him about her and Calvin eventually because he was “connected” to both of them. But if I spill now, he may not want me. After all, they’re friends—frat brothers.
“I think I should go now.”
“I thought you were staying. Is it something I said?”
“No, it’s me. Staying with you is tempting. But I’ll eventually have to get back to reality.” She rushed out the front door.
As Daisy waited for the doorman to hail a cab, she felt a tap on her shoulder. When she turned around, Adonis grabbed her and kissed her deeply. The warmth of his lips and the slight wetness of his mouth beckoned her to stay. She wanted to see what more he had to offer. Their tongues danced rhythmically, their breaths becoming one. She had never been kissed so passionately, so intensely. Daisy moaned, feeling his hardness against her abdomen. She tried to pull away but couldn’t. His lips invited her to stay and she couldn’t turn them down. She gave in to his deliciousness, and before she knew it, she was on the elevator with her back pressed against the wall.
The doors opened and neither uttered a word with their mouths, but their eyes spoke. She couldn’t get enough of Adonis and hadn’t even had him yet. She envisioned what it’d be like to be with him and knew she’d drink him with her soul. Suck up every drop of him and carry him inside her for as long as he would stay.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Adonis whispered in her ear once they were back in the apartment.
Daisy panted. She had no words, only desires she wanted him to fulfill. She was tired of being empty and guessed—hoped—he was the one to fill her voids.
“I’m glad you came.” He kissed her forehead.
“Me too.”
“Can I do something for you? No, let me rephrase that. I’ll be right back, there’s something
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