"Do you decide?" Daley asked.
"Yes."
"No regrets?"
"Never!"
There was a two-second silence at the other end of the phone, and I almost held my breath. Is he hesitating? Will he refuse me?
"Where are you?" He said.
Then I told him where the hotel was.
"Wait for me."
Less than 15 minutes after I hung up, a black Mercedes pulled up in front of me. The car door opened and Daley sat on the back seat and looked at me from the inside.
He was surprised when I jumped into the car and threw myself into his arms. The car started slowly and I sat on his lap. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I pressed my lips to his mouth as he tried to speak. He flattered me, and my tongue went into his mouth. I sucked on his soft, sweet tongue, and his hand went into my shirt and stroked the skin of my back.
