Page 15 of The Rogue and His Flower

My hands still, something close to regret flooding my senses.Fuck, what the hell am I doing?

She thinks I’m Tomasz for fuck sake. I came here to punish her, but really all I’m doing is punishing myself. This is all kinds of fucked-up. Backing up, I leave the room, stepping outside and closing the door behind me, trying to regain control of my body as I rest against the wood.

“Fuck,” I mutter, swiping a hand through my hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

I want to yell at her for being so aroused. I want to spank her arse for desiring another man’s touch, for not eventryingto put a stop to it. I want to go back into the room and fuck her until she screams.

I’m turned on. I’m livid. It’s a dangerous combination.

Twisting my body around, I grip the door handle, ready to say fuck it to everything and claim her body. They say hate sex is the best kind of sex, and right now I fucking hate Daisy Hammer, but a whimper coming from inside the room stops me. I stiffen, straining to hear. Is she crying…?

No, wait…

There’s another soft moan, and I press my ear against the door, my knuckles turning white around the handle as I listen.

She’s not crying, she’smoaning.

Is she…?

She’s getting herself off!

Fuck. Me.

I can’t seem to move. My body stiffens as I listen, and I don’t know what messes me up more, the fact she’s making herself come thinking of Tomasz, or the fact that it’s not my hand making her feel pleasure she’s never experienced before, because Tomasz’s skills are nothing compared to mine,believe me.

My heart races as I listen to her muffled scream of release, the sound driving a new wave of desire through my veins. But I stand firm, resisting the primal urge to burst back into the room and take her right there and then.

Finally the sounds subside, and with a deep breath, I push off from the door, striding back along the corridor. Unable to take out my frustration and anger on Daisy, I decide Tomasz will do, and two words burst from my lips as I pass him by: “You’re fired.”

CHAPTER FIVE

DAISY

“I love that dress on you, Daisy,” Lia says grinning at me as I step into the kitchen the following afternoon. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks, Lia,” I reply, feeling out of sorts as I smooth my palms over my red knee-length woollen dress. Ordinarily this outfit, which I’ve paired with red stockings and pink ankle boots, would make me feel particularly happy. Truth be known, right now I feel like a fraud, like there’s a dark cloud hanging over me, just like the heavy snow clouds floating in the sky outside.

“Is Dalton picking you up?” she asks, resting her mug of tea back on the kitchen island as I approach.

“He’s sending a car. I’m meeting him at the restaurant. Where are Drix and Toby?”

“At the cinema,” she replies softly, happiness radiating from her. “Drix is so good with him, I’m incredibly lucky.”

“But you’ll be on your own,” I say, placing my clutch on the counter and chewing on my lip. “Perhaps I should cancel, keep you company instead?”

“Absolutely not. I’m fine.”

“But–”

She cuts me off with a shake of her head, her green eyes softening as she looks at me. “You don’t need to worry aboutme, Daisy. Martin’s in police custody. He can’t hurt me anymore. Besides, Drix has triple checked the security system. I’ll be okay.”

“Even so…” My voice trails off as I sit on the stool and stare at the worktop, by mind wandering to what happened in the spa yesterday. How could I let that happen?

“Daisy, do you want to talk about it?” Lia asks gently, her warm hand resting on mine.

We might have only known each other for a few months, but she has become a good friend ever since she moved in with us, more like a sister really, and I appreciate her more than she knows. I’m so thankful Drix fell in love and found his happiness, despite the challenges they’ve both had to face.

“Talk about what?” I hedge.

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