Page 121 of Sinful Escape

25. First time I’d spent the night spooning a naked man

“Holy shit.” Three men in twenty days and twenty-five new experiences, most of them erotic ones. Blinking at the page, blood rushed through my body, heating my insides and burning my neck and cheeks.

I re-read my list, hardly believing what I’d written.

“Holy shit.” It deserved repeating.

I burst out laughing.

I, Daisy Chayne, am a fucking goddess.

God damn, that felt good. Where had my libido been hiding all these years?

I was truly looking forward to next month. I read the list again and grinning like a crazy woman I titled the page: Six Months of Sin.

My phone buzzed and I smiled, hoping it was Roman ringing me back. I plucked it from the table.

Every good vibe flowing through me shriveled up and died when I saw the number.

It was Mother.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Each shrill ring of my phone crushed another layer of my happy vibes.

When it stopped, silence engulfed the room, and squeezed the life out of me.

I jumped when my phone rang a second time.

Staring at the screen, I counted the rings. Eight. Nine. Ten.

It took forever to stop.

Mother would make a great stalker.

The phone rang again, and I cursed myself for not turning it off.

Four. Five. Six. She would never stop.

I snatched up the phone and jabbed the green button. “How did you get my number?”

“Daisy, oh thank God.” Her wheezing breath was exactly as I remembered. And exactly how it should have been, after decades of whisky, cigarettes, and marijuana abuse.

“How did you get this number?” I repeated.

“I . . . I saw a photo of you on Facebook. You were with two lovely blonde women by a waterfall. You looked so happy.”

I wanted to scream. That was my fault. I’d forgotten to remind Tiffany not to tag me. I was a fool. I shouldn’t have let her even take that photo.

“Are you there? Daisy?”

“Have you been stalking me?”

“No. I’ve been searching for you.”

“That’s stalking, Mother.” I jabbed the pencil at the paper so hard it snapped in two.

“Don’t be so dramatic. I was just trying to find my daughter.”

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