9. Daisy #2
She starts to speak several times but halts before the words spill out. Finally, she says, “I’ve been a jerk. Sometimes, it’s hard to get out of my own skin… I think you drive me crazy.”
I raise my eyebrows, not bothering to say a word. Yet I use my icy gaze to implore her to continue.
“Screw it. I don’t know.” Her frustration would be cute if it weren’t for the circumstances. “I… really like you. I can’t explain it. From the moment we met, I’ve had this compulsion to push you to your limits. I realize now I went about it entirely the wrong way.”
“I’d say.”
“I’m serious. The way I think about you is completely different from any other…”
“Woman.”
“…Woman I’ve ever been with before. See?
That’s one of the things I like about you…
but I digress. I’m afraid that one day you’ll realize what a loser I am and cut me loose.
So maybe I’m trying to accelerate that so it’s at least on my terms. If I see it coming, if I make you hate me, then I never have to worry about losing you. ”
For all her blubbering, her voice is sincere. It moves me to remove my sunglasses and look her straight in those deep, dark eyes of hers. “I don’t like being messed with.”
“So I’ve noticed.” Her youthful grin returns, and holy hell would I love to smack it off her again.
All that gushing about how great I am and she tries to sabotage it…
again? Even so, I’d be willing to smack her if it meant a long, slow kiss from one of the only people who can kiss me so well.
“Actually, I’ve been meaning to tell you.
That interview I did? Where they censored what I said about you? ”
I narrow my eyes and say nothing. Why did she have to remind me?
“You’ve extrapolated a lot. Shit, so has the public. I didn’t even say anything. Not like that.” When I’m about to call her out on her bullshit, Lorde explains, “I specifically asked the interviewer to put some censorship there. She agreed to help me with my request to…”
Oh, I can’t wait to hear this. “To?”
“To get your attention.” There’s that stupid troublemaking grin I can’t stop thinking about. “It worked, huh?”
No, Daisy, keep your head here on planet Earth.
“Please,” I begin, keeping her at bay with my hand.
“I need you to be respectful. Or at least when we’re not fooling around.
” I smile, letting her know that I’m deathly serious, but not without my humor.
“I’m fine with banter…” My fingers stroke her arm.
“But I like to keep my image spotless. You haven’t been helping with that.
Saying things like you did at the premier… ”
A sheepish tone takes over her complexion. I move my hand up her biceps, already enthralled again.
Lorde leans toward me. “Like what you feel? There’s more where that came from.”
I back away, shrugging. “Could do better. There’s no shortage of cute hotties when you’re as popular as I am.”
“Oh, yeah? Bet I could take on anyone who comes sniffing around you. When I decide a girl – I mean woman – is mine, then by the skies above, she is mine.” She winks. Nice try, Lorde. I heard that edge in your voice. Damn.
She could give it to you really rough I bet. Lovingly rough. Is that a thing? Excuse me, conscience, but nobody invited you to this conversation.
“We’ll see.” I turn to leave. My driver is due back at any moment, and I want to get on with my day. Give me some time to think about this. She’s got my number, hasn’t she?
The moment I let my guard down, Lorde grabs me by the arm and wraps me into her tight embrace. Holy shit. One second I have no idea what it’s like to be this close to her, and the next? I’m inhaling her body wash and spreading my hands across her shoulders. My thighs quiver from the impact.
“Going somewhere?” she whispers in my ear. “We’re nowhere near done… I have things I desperately need to do to you.”
She kisses me. Oh, God, do I want her to keep kissing me! Her breath is so hot, her tongue so strong as it pushes into my mouth, consuming me. I’m not prepared for her teeth grazing my bottom lip when she finishes. My stomach drops; my heart quakes.
She’s found the small of my back. Now I’m being pulled closer, my whimpers muffled against her black shirt.
“More?” Lorde teases, moving away a few inches. She’s doing it to torture me, I know. She wants to see the look of missed desire take over my face as I note her absence from my arms. She gets it.
I don’t have the words to respond. All I can do is pull her close to me again and attack her lips as if I haven’t kissed someone in ages.
It certainly feels like it. All I want is for Lorde Sheen to kiss me until I don’t know how to live without her anymore.
Grab me. Hold me. Tenderly kiss me and then rough up the back of my throat with this tongue of hers.
That’s not the only thing I want in my throat.
My hand goes to her crotch, and although I should feel embarrassed over stroking a woman’s pussy in an abandoned alley, it gives me a thrill.
The rest of me knows to save it for later when we’re alone… in a hotel room…
Our beautiful moment is spoiled by the bright flash of a light.
“Daisy!” calls some voice I’ve never heard before. Masculine. Impatient. Go getter. “Daisy DeMonte! Look this way!” Like an idiot I do that, pushing my body from Lorde’s as if I can spare us further humiliation. Nope. I’m a deer in the photographers’ flashing headlights.
The question is coming. It should be no surprise when someone immediately asks me about my father.
“What will he think of this, Daisy? Isn’t your family traditional and conservative?
How about your mother? Can you comment?” My heart is crashing against my ribcage as the embarrassment consumes me again. I can’t with these paps!
“What’s going on here, Daisy?” asks the first photographer. “What about your engagement? Does your father know you’re cheating on your fiancé?”
Lorde pushes away from me, shock overcoming her. More questions hurl in our direction. Everything comes crashing around me. The gig is up. Now the whole world knows everything. Lorde will never understand or forgive me. Daddy? Daddy’s going to be pissed.
Fuck. Fuck!