Chasing Daisy

him, his dark eyes confirming he means what I think he means, and nod.
    We stand up and he makes his excuses about leaving early. I don’t know if the lads suspect anything is going on between us, but right now I don’t care.
    We don’t speak in the short taxi ride back to the hotel. That annoying little voice pops back to ask me if this is such a good idea. YES! It’s a brilliant idea, I scream back at it. I fancy him like mad tonight!
    But how will he feel about you tomorrow?
    Shut up, shut up, shut up!
    We walk into the lift together and I look at the buttons. He presses the number for his floor, then leans back against the gold-gilded railing and stares at me.
    He’s just like Johnny . . .
    As a reaction to that thought I reach over and punch the number for my floor, then defiantly look at Luis. A split-second later I’m in his arms and he’s kissing me passionately as my head tingles with anticipation. The lift comes to my floor and stops, and we break away from each other to stare out onto the empty landing. Then he’s kissing me again and the doors close before we shoot upwards once more.
    Inside his suite, he can’t keep his hands to himself. I can see his bedroom up ahead, but I don’t even know if we’ll make it that far, because we’ve kicked off our shoes, he’s taken off his jacket, I’m unbuttoning his shirt and now he’s unzipping my dress. He grabs my hand as I step out of the beaded gold garment discarded on the floor, and leads me through to the bedroom. I don’t feel as naked as I am, because his eyes stare straight into mine as we climb onto the bed and kneel, facing each other. I push his shirt off his shoulders and run my hands over his hard chest and then he’s pressing his lips to my neck.
    He takes his time with me and it’s slow, sensuous, erotic. I can hardly bear it because I want him so badly , but when he finally does take me, it’s worth waiting for.
    I can’t catch my breath for a long time afterwards as we lie, tangled in the bedsheets, hot and sweaty in each other’s arms. He turns to face me, running his forefinger along my jawline. I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say anything, just lie there staring into his dark eyes.
    ‘I should probably get some sleep,’ he says finally.
    ‘What is the time?’ I turn and look at the red digital display on the alarm clock next to his bed. ‘It’s almost two o’clock in the morning!’
    He grins. ‘I know.’
    ‘Will you be alright racing tomorrow on this little sleep?’ I ask in alarm.
    ‘I’ll be fine, don’t worry.’
    ‘Are you sure?’
    ‘Yes. I drive better after sex.’ He winks at me and I remember how he’s made that joke before. I pull my pillow out from behind my head and wallop him with it.
    ‘Oi,’ he warns, trying to keep a straight face. ‘You don’t want to have a pillow fight with me.’
    I do, actually, but perhaps now is not the best time. ‘I’ll leave you to it, then,’ I say, climbing out of bed.
    ‘You don’t have to go,’ he calls as I walk to the door.
    ‘No, you won’t sleep properly if I stay.’ I go out into the living space and pick up my dress, climbing back into it and zipping it up.
    ‘Come here,’ he calls from the bedroom.
    I walk back through to him and stand beside the bed as he props himself up on one elbow and looks at me. I try to show him the same respect as he did to me and stare at his face rather than his chest, but it’s harder than you’d think.
    He takes my hand and pulls me down, then kisses me languidly.
    ‘Sleep well,’ I say, breaking away from him. ‘Thanks for the dress.’
    ‘You look better out of it than in, and I didn’t think that was possible.’
    He flashes me a cheeky grin and I smile back, before turning and walking out of the room.

 
Chapter 29
     
    I’m a Screwdriver.
    That’s my first thought when I wake up the following morning with a stonking hangover.
    What was I thinking, going to bed with Luis? Of all people! I remember that time he turned up in Melbourne with Alberta on his arm and feel sick to the pit of my stomach. Thank God he used a condom. At least I won’t be going through another pregnancy scare . . .
    Oh, Will. Will! How could I have done it? I see his face quite clearly for a fleeting moment and then he turns into Leonardo DiCaprio. I would bang my hand on my head to try to bring the memory back into focus, but it hurts enough as it is.
    ‘Good time last night?’ Holly asks, grinning.
    ‘No,’