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connoisseur. I can balance anything
and swing at the same time,” Henry boasted.
“ It’s not you I’m worried about,” Daisy said, putting her
glass on the ground out of the way. “I have a feeling I might be a
hammock novice.”
Henry gave a
huge grin. It lit up his eyes and sent a shot of desire straight
into a part of Daisy’s anatomy she’d practically forgotten existed.
Waves of heat began to spread though her. Bugger the food and the
swinging, she wanted to lay with him in this hammock and kiss every
bit of his face until her lips fell off. If only she didn’t have
this stupid plate in her hand. Or she had the nerve.
“ The trick is to keep your feet on the ground while you eat,”
Henry said, giving her a demonstration of how to pick up small
pieces of food, sip and swing slowly.
“ And you trust me with this? I distinctly remember what
happened the last time we were this close. My head still has the
bruise.”
“ I can kiss it better, if you like.”
Daisy’s eyes
dropped to her plate. Her face turned the colour of the tomato
salsa on top of her mini burger. How the hell was she meant to
respond to that? Yes, please?
“ Sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“ It’s okay,” she whispered.
“ I meant it, though. I would kiss it better. In fact, all I
could think about while I was on stage tonight was kissing you. I
think it gave something extra to my performance.”
“ In a good way?”
“ Of course. Weren’t you listening in the car?” he
tutted.
“ Yes, but….”
“ So you wouldn’t mind if I kissed you?”
“ I’d like that.”
Heavens. Where
had that come from? In her entire life, Daisy had never been so
bold as to ask a man to kiss her. All this new experience stuff was
going to her head.
Taking the
plate from her and putting both of them aside on the ground, Henry
shuffled so that he was facing Daisy. With the hammock gently
swinging, he leaned one hand forward to balance himself. His mouth
was so close to Daisy’s she could feel the warm breath coming from
his nostrils. His smile had grown more serious and his eyes were….
Well, Daisy had no idea. She was utterly lost in the moment.
Slowly, Henry
reached over to stroke the side of her face and along her jaw. The
hammock rocked back and forth. Tiny charges of electricity danced
from his fingers onto her skin. Her head went all woozy. God. Oh
God. She hoped she wasn’t going to…..
Oh
shiiiit.
*****
When Daisy
woke up what she thought was a few minutes later, she discovered
she was lying on a very large bed. A quilt had been placed over her
body and her shoes had been removed. Trying not to move for fear of
setting her head into another spin, she took in the room around
her. Where was she? This certainly wasn’t her antique high back bed
with the rose coloured quilt and those prints on the wall were most
definitely not the family photos she’d had taken at the reunion
last spring. They were bordering on pornographic.
Through the
crack in the partly closed door, she could hear two voices
whispering. It didn’t sound like a friendly conversation.
“ What the hell are you doing?” Georgia’s voice had lowered to
a tone Daisy assumed was her cross one. She sounded as if she were
scolding a child. “She’s a bumpkin, Henry! There can never be any
future in this. Send her home.”
Daisy sat up
on the bed. Her head swam in giddy circles and she tried keep as
still as possible. If they were discussing her, she had a right to
know what they were saying.
“ But I like her. She’s very sweet.”
“ Oh for Pete’s sake. So are lolly snakes but you don’t go
round sucking on them all day.” Georgia sounded
exasperated.
“ I didn’t even kiss her. She fainted before I got the
chance.”
“ Sleep with her then, get her out of your system but keep it
on the Q.T. Please. It’ll do no good for publicity if you drag her
around town on your arm. And I’ve no intention of picking up the
pieces in the
and swing at the same time,” Henry boasted.
“ It’s not you I’m worried about,” Daisy said, putting her
glass on the ground out of the way. “I have a feeling I might be a
hammock novice.”
Henry gave a
huge grin. It lit up his eyes and sent a shot of desire straight
into a part of Daisy’s anatomy she’d practically forgotten existed.
Waves of heat began to spread though her. Bugger the food and the
swinging, she wanted to lay with him in this hammock and kiss every
bit of his face until her lips fell off. If only she didn’t have
this stupid plate in her hand. Or she had the nerve.
“ The trick is to keep your feet on the ground while you eat,”
Henry said, giving her a demonstration of how to pick up small
pieces of food, sip and swing slowly.
“ And you trust me with this? I distinctly remember what
happened the last time we were this close. My head still has the
bruise.”
“ I can kiss it better, if you like.”
Daisy’s eyes
dropped to her plate. Her face turned the colour of the tomato
salsa on top of her mini burger. How the hell was she meant to
respond to that? Yes, please?
“ Sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“ It’s okay,” she whispered.
“ I meant it, though. I would kiss it better. In fact, all I
could think about while I was on stage tonight was kissing you. I
think it gave something extra to my performance.”
“ In a good way?”
“ Of course. Weren’t you listening in the car?” he
tutted.
“ Yes, but….”
“ So you wouldn’t mind if I kissed you?”
“ I’d like that.”
Heavens. Where
had that come from? In her entire life, Daisy had never been so
bold as to ask a man to kiss her. All this new experience stuff was
going to her head.
Taking the
plate from her and putting both of them aside on the ground, Henry
shuffled so that he was facing Daisy. With the hammock gently
swinging, he leaned one hand forward to balance himself. His mouth
was so close to Daisy’s she could feel the warm breath coming from
his nostrils. His smile had grown more serious and his eyes were….
Well, Daisy had no idea. She was utterly lost in the moment.
Slowly, Henry
reached over to stroke the side of her face and along her jaw. The
hammock rocked back and forth. Tiny charges of electricity danced
from his fingers onto her skin. Her head went all woozy. God. Oh
God. She hoped she wasn’t going to…..
Oh
shiiiit.
*****
When Daisy
woke up what she thought was a few minutes later, she discovered
she was lying on a very large bed. A quilt had been placed over her
body and her shoes had been removed. Trying not to move for fear of
setting her head into another spin, she took in the room around
her. Where was she? This certainly wasn’t her antique high back bed
with the rose coloured quilt and those prints on the wall were most
definitely not the family photos she’d had taken at the reunion
last spring. They were bordering on pornographic.
Through the
crack in the partly closed door, she could hear two voices
whispering. It didn’t sound like a friendly conversation.
“ What the hell are you doing?” Georgia’s voice had lowered to
a tone Daisy assumed was her cross one. She sounded as if she were
scolding a child. “She’s a bumpkin, Henry! There can never be any
future in this. Send her home.”
Daisy sat up
on the bed. Her head swam in giddy circles and she tried keep as
still as possible. If they were discussing her, she had a right to
know what they were saying.
“ But I like her. She’s very sweet.”
“ Oh for Pete’s sake. So are lolly snakes but you don’t go
round sucking on them all day.” Georgia sounded
exasperated.
“ I didn’t even kiss her. She fainted before I got the
chance.”
“ Sleep with her then, get her out of your system but keep it
on the Q.T. Please. It’ll do no good for publicity if you drag her
around town on your arm. And I’ve no intention of picking up the
pieces in the
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