Page 39 of Maximum Dare
She huffed at my correction and put me on hold.
While waiting for her to speak with Maria Alves, I took another swig of beer and checked to see if I had missed any other calls while I’d had my phone silenced.
Gylda came back on the line. “She’s begging, sir. She wants to talk with you.”
I rubbed my forehead. “Find her a good civil rights attorney.”
“I will do my best.”
I had a bad feeling in my gut, turning away someone in need, but this was not the sort of work I did. It certainly wasn’t what our firm was known for. I felt confident that Gylda would deal with the woman fairly and compassionately.
She hung up and I clung to the comfort I’d felt having that brief contact with home…the only place I’d ever belonged. I enjoyed London, but my heart was in São Paulo.
I needed to refocus.
It would be a lot less difficult if my mind didn’t keep circling back to Daisy. That kiss had touched more than my lips. It had awoken a longing inside me for something more—though a relationship was something I had no time for…even if I couldn’t fight the compulsion to keep checking my phone.
It would have been so easy to steal another kiss from her outside The Waldorf.
No, I can’t think about that.
Family first. Nick was my priority. If he hadn’t gone out with Morgan tonight, I’d be pushing work aside and hanging out with him.
I couldn’t help wondering, though, what Daisy would be like in bed. A sweet and eager lover? I imagined her back arching beneath me as I took her hard and fast, my hands buried in her hair as she moaned loudly, her way of asking me to thrust my cock deeper inside her.
Great, and now I had a hard on.
Shut. This. Down.
I took a swig of beer, blinking to clear my vision so I could refocus on reading the emails on my laptop—only this time processing what I was seeing. My latest court case had been postponed by the judge.
I stared at the screen, realizing that my schedule had just opened up. I could even consider staying another week in London.
Just don’t think about it.
Don’t think about her.
Not kissing Daisy last night had been the right decision. I was so damn good at being sensible. But still, my mind kept circling back to thoughts of the way Daisy’s eyes had brightened when she saw me. Her easygoing nature was a pleasure to be around. I admired her sweet disposition and her natural beauty. She’d captured my attention in a devastating way. Whenever I was around her she made me feel…happy.
Nick was an idiot.
There, I rest my case.
I looked down at my smartphone and saw Daisy’s number lighting up my screen. Conflicting emotions warred within me. An hour ago I’d made the wise decision never to see her again.
I let out a deep breath and pressed the phone to my ear. “Yes?”
“Max?”
At the sound of Daisy’s voice, warmth saturated my body like I’d just had a personal hit of bliss. She was fast becoming my drug of choice.
Push her away.
“It’s late,” I said.
“It’s only nine o’clock. You gave me your card.”
“I did?”I did.
