Sweet Boy

Daisy looked at him with raised brows. "How did you know what I’m thinking?"

"You get this look on your face when you’re turned on. And I plan to put that look on your face as often as possible." Brett replied.

He covered his plate and stood, withdrawing a business card with his home, office and personal phone numbers at the back from his pocket, he set it down beside Daisy.

"Call me whenever you want to, Daisy. When you need someone to talk to, when you need anything at all." He brushed the backs of his fingers down her cheek. "Can I call you whenever I feel like?" He asked.

Daisy wrinkled her nose. She covered her plate and wiped her hand and mouth. "Yes, you can." She replied. "Thank you for the meal, it was delicious."

"It was my pleasure." He leaned over her and pressed his lips briefly to hers. "Do you need to use the washroom?"

"Yes. I need my toothbrush from my purse, too."

A few minutes later, Daisy found herself standing in a washroom hidden behind a door that blended sea