Daryl: Is it love - The original story (Game walk through)

Chapter two part seven

> You haven't seen anything yet...

He sits up, a greedy smile on his lips. I straddle him and settle comfortable against him, staring straight into his eyes. I take off his jacket and flint it on the bed, then I unbutton his shirt, revealing his sculpted pecs. I stop for a moment, staring at the tattoo that adorns his chest on the left. Intrigued, I squint to better see it. It's a skull and crossbones surrounded by four red roses. The inscription underlining it says, "Bella Muerte". I lightly run a finger over it and feel Daryl shudder at my touch. Our eyes meet and lock into each other. He's level with my chest, and I'm leaning my head towards him to better see him. Our breathing combines, making our mutual desire rise ever more. And, without warning, Daryl grabs my neck and lures me against him, our mouths crash together. I could resist him. Tell him it's just a game and that I'm the one in control, but I don't want to. My heart rate accelerates as I press myself on to him and taste his exquisite lips. This kiss is divine. Soft and wild at the same time. It's intense, warm, sensual! It's driving me crazy! I am thirsty for more, I love this feeling that is growing in me. The way Daryl's kissing me is stirring, my body's on fire. My conscience suddenly kicks in and I start to mull things over. What the hell am I doing? This guy irritates me like hell! I can't stand anything about him!

Slowly, Daryl parts his lips, and his tongue slips into my mouth. He's just crossed the line beyond which there's no turning back. I give in to him, pressing my hands around his neck, it's getting out of hand. I lean my head to the side, offering him my neck. He showers it with kisses, and I shudder every time his lips taste my skin. Distracted, I glance around: his jacket's sprawled on the bed, close to me. Close enough for me to slip two fingers into his pocket and grab his keys. This kiss is making me forget the sole reason I'm even doing this. I'm supposed to steal his car keys and run away. Daryl presses me harder in his arms and grabs my mouth with ardent desire. His grip is firm and manly, I let myself go and enjoy the present moment, forgetting my mission for an instant. His large hands rest on my hips and lift the sides of my top over my stomach. He moves away from me, and his burning gaze scorches my skin.

Daryl > Exquisite!

> Do you like what you see?

Daryl > Definitely! Come here.

But just as he's about to kiss me again, someone calls him from the hallway.

??? > Daryl?! Where are you, man?!

Daryl > Shit! Damn it!

He pushes me back rather gently, a sorry smile on his face, before getting up to open the door. Deep down, I thank my guardian angel for putting an end to this farce, a little while longer and I would've ended up half naked!

Daryl > What is it now?

I see Joe appear in the doorway and hurry to tidy myself up. When he sees me, he frowns but doesn't comment. Oh shit... All I need is for Joe to see me like this! Frankly, I disgust myself! This is no time for feeling remorse, sweetie! You did what you had to do, and you're going to have to live with it!

Joe > They're asking for you, dude.

Daryl glances at me before deciding.

Daryl > OK. I'll be right down... Don't go away, sweetheart. I'll be right back. We haven't finished your job training yet.

> Don't keep my waiting too long... There's nothing I hate more!

Daryl shoots me a devastatingly sexy look, then leaves the room with Joe. I silently count to five before checking to see what Daryl's up to. Perfect, he's busy, it's show time! I rush back to where we were and grab Daryl's jacket and start searching through it. Praying that no one walks in on me now! I have to find those keys! They have to be here somewhere! I turn the jacket upside down, shaking it, and search through the inside pockets. Shit! No keys! My gaze lingers on the ground, I'm desperate. A smile of satisfaction spreads over my lips as I glimpse, close by, a small black case with the Lamborghini logo on it. YES! I lean down and grab the key in my hand. But as I head back to the living room with it in my hand, a familiar voice calls out to me.