GUY

Daisy spent an eternity in the dressing room. I didn't understand how women spent so much time putting on an outfit when I could easily take it all off in less than twenty seconds.

Across the store, I watched a blonde woman look at herself in the mirror wearing a dress so short you could see part of her ass. She caught me looking and smiled.

I was about to get up from the couch and go flirt with that woman when the dressing room that Daisy was in opened and my attention was completely diverted to her.

She wore a red dress with thin lace straps and small crystals spread evenly across her bust. It had a small neckline, but enough to spark the imagination. The dress reached her feet and had a huge opening on the left side of the skirt, so part of Daisy's legs could be seen.

Her body was larger, but it fit perfectly into every piece of the fabric, as if someone had created that piece just for Daisy and no one else.

It was incredible and she would definitely steal the show in that dress.

"Wow"

"It's beautiful, right?" She looked at herself in the mirror on the wall, shaking her skirt like a child who got a new outfit.

"You should go with this one" I said, unable to stop my gaze from traveling across her body.

"I don't know..." she murmured to her own image.

I stood up with a frown.

"What's the problem?" I got closer until I could see my own image next to her in the mirror "You're not one of those girls who is insecure about her own body, are you?"

"Oh, God. Asshole" Daisy shot back, "But no. I mean, I like my body, but I'm aware of its limits. And all of this is way out of my league" She pointed to the mirror.

It felt like insecurity to me.

I positioned my body behind Daisy, close enough that I could smell the apple scent coming from her hair, but not close enough to feel the heat of her body against mine.

"You look beautiful, Daisy" I risked placing my hands on her uncovered shoulders. She shuddered "And, I'm sure there's nothing wrong with what's in the mirror. Quite the opposite. I don't think there's a limit for you." I whispered slowly, bringing my lips close to her ear.

Her neck was just below my face. An idea popped into my head. I wanted to raise my hand, remove the strands of hair that covered her neck and kiss it right there in front of everyone.

Daisy's expression in the mirror was unreadable. I couldn't tell if she was thinking the same thing as me or was just too paralyzed by the proximity to say anything. I ran my hands down her arms, feeling her shiver under my touch.

That's when Daisy blinked and woke up from her trance. She turned and moved away from my touch so quickly that I was startled.

"You're breaking rule number one!" She said in that authoritative voice.

"I only touched your arm!"

Which was nothing compared to what I did with one girl in that same dressing room. Really.

"You touched my arm in a seductive way" she accused.

"Were you seduced?" I dared to smile.

"No!" Daisy raised her voice, drawing the attention of Kyle and the girl in the short dress on the other side.

She really didn't give a shit if everyone was staring at her while she screamed like crazy.

"Look, Carver, if we're in this together for real, you need to start taking this seriously. Don't break my rules or appear with a different girl every day in magazines. That won't convince anyone. Start being responsible."

"If I had any feelings for you in the last few minutes, I assured you that it disappeared the moment you incorporated Thatcher" I said, running my hand through my hair. I sat back down on the couch, frustrated with the whole scene.

Daisy looked at me for a few seconds, that same look of someone who didn't know what to do with me that I've seen from Thatcher and my father. No one has ever discovered an answer to this question.

"And I'll take the dress. Not because of your words, but because I concluded on my own that I'm good enough for it."

"Excellent."

"But it's a lot of money" Daisy's speech trailed off.

"What happened to that story about usurping me to the last penny?"

"I get easily attached to people. Now that I know you, I don't want you to spend your millionaire's wage on me" she said, placing her hands on her hips.

I laughed and called Kyle with my hand.

"So...? Did you like something?"

"This one, Kyle, please"

Daisy thanked me with a smile and seemed to have forgotten what happened a few seconds ago. It was nothing, really. I didn't even touch her properly.

"I will make it up to you."

"It's a gift. No need to make up for it" I shrugged. "I was serious about you looking great."

"Yes, I know. Now stop looking at my legs."

"Guilty" I raised my hands in surrender.

Daisy rolled her eyes.

A phone rang next to me. It wasn't mine, because the only person who calls me is Thatcher and only when I get in trouble. But this last week, I was as well-behaved as a priest—except for that meeting last night and the night before and the night before... Okay, I wasn't that well-behaved, but at least I wasn't a headline in any gossip magazine.

Daisy walked to her bag and took out her cell phone. She looked at the screen with a resigned expression. Daisy tried to move the cell phone away, probably so I wouldn't see who was calling, but I was faster and managed to see the letter "C".

It was her ex-boyfriend.

"Do you want me to leave?"

I wanted Daisy to say "no" because that would mean she wouldn't answer. I don't know why I cared so much. Maybe because I saw how shaken she was by the betrayal and I didn't think talking to him would improve that situation.

Unfortunately, Daisy nodded and I was forced to get up.