Sweet Little Bumblebee

Take a hint

Marcus

We have stayed longer with Max after the incident to cover up for the wasted time. On our way back to our apartments I wondered if I was too harsh with Daisy. Max lived next to my penthouse in the heart of the city. We were stuck in the late night traffic when my phone buzzed in my pocket.

#- Heeeeeeeey Marc! - this is Daisy's number... But why is she calling me Marc? Max must've noticed my weird expression in the rear view mirror and asked.

- Is everything alright? - I looked into his eyer through the reflection and leaned closer between the seats.

- Look at this... - I said and Max groaned rolling his eyes.

- Oh... Daisy... Just why? - he asked but I couldn't understand what was going on.

- I might be too tired but what's going on? - I've asked and Max furrowed at my phone.

- She is drunk.

- Drunk?! - I looked at the message and some gibberish after that.

- How is this possible? She never drinks before work!

- Have you already forgot? You gave her the week off...

- Merda! With all this mess thanks to my dear father I've forgot it. - My phone buzzed again.

#- You are a meany Marc! - Meany?! - I've groaned and looked at Max.

- What do you want to do now? - he asked and that’s exactly what I was thinking about... Should I go pick her up or just stay out of it.

- She is an adult. She doesn't need a baby sitter. - I said and Max shrugged. The traffic finally dissolved and we headed home. My phone buzzed a few more times but when it got silent was when I felt really uncomfortable. Max left home already and I grabbed the phone with a glass of red wine and opened my messages.

#- I'm sorry...

#- Are you still mad?

#- Why are you not answering? :( - I smiled at her sweet silliness. Some sense of guilt might come handy. I thought but I couldn't ignore her for long. Daisy was cute and despite today's incident she was a really reliable employee. My phone buzzed again.

#- I did it on purpose! I thought the police came for you Marc! So... You are welcome. - I almost spit my my wine out on the white sofa. She did it deliberately? But what? How does she know that the police might come for me? I promised to Frank that I'll leave his lovely granddaughter out of the illegal stuff.

$- Where are you Daisy? - I've asked and when she didn't answer my level of anxiety raised. My father wanted an arrange marriage for me since I had no wife yet and no heir for the company, just in case something happens with me... So kind for worrying for his company's future more than mine... And now this. The answer to my message was a bit blurry picture of Daisy with a decorative latina girl in a disco.

#- Acting like my age! :P - Seriously...?

$- Where is this place?

#- I dunno!

$- Ask you friend.

#- She is busy! She is flirting with the cute bartenders.

$- Go out and check the name. - I wrote and grabbed my jacket.

#- Oh... What time is it? - she asked and I was caught out of guard.

$- 01:47, why?

#- So saaaaaaaaaad... :( I'm OOO..... Try to call within my business hours!

$- Where are you Daisy?

#- I'm Ooo so none of your business! :P Meany Marc! - I've groaned and did what never thought I'll ever do. I've turned on the laptop and searched for her phone's GPS. I found the disco soon and went down to catch a cab.

$- I'm coming to pick you up. - I wrote and Daisy sent a message that somehow felt really bad.

#- No need. You don't worry for me! I'll just hang out with some cute boys... - Cute boys? What if they put something in her drinks? When I arrived to the disco I entered without any issues. The place was crowded and noisy as f**k. I wanted to get out as soon as possible. Luckily due to the photo she sent previously I've spotted Daisy out of the crowd. She was dancing in the middle of the dance floor with her friend, and a few others. I've tried to get to her but the crowd got wild with the next song. It was a remix of Pitbull's Hotel Room Service and Bonnie M.'s Rasputin. Finally I've managed to fight myself through the crowd. On my way to Daisy many women tried to hit on me but I was tired and fed up. I got to Daisy and she grinned happily.

- HEY MARC! - she shouted and kept dancing.

- DAISY! COME ON, WE ARE LEAVING! - I said but she didn't want to or simply didn't hear me. She danced happily and obviously drunk. Daisy looked into my eyes and slowly danced closer. She looked so sexy and mesmerizing in the lights and how her curvy body moved to the rhythm of the music.The music arrived to the part where the lyrics went as:

"- Two plus two, I'm gon' undress you - Daisy lifted two fingers of both of her hands and grabbed my necktie pulling me closer and mouthing the words. She released me and danced further a bit caressing her body teasingly but maintained the eyes contact while she mumbled and lifted up three of her small fingers on each hand.

- Then we're gonna go three and three

You gon' undress me

Then we're gonna go four and four

We gon' freak some more, but first - the music of Rasputin got mixed in and she started dancing with a bit Russian style dance. I groaned, the boys around her were touching her all the time and although she danced aside, they followed her. Looks like I'll be the assistant tonight... I thought and grabbed Daisy by her waist. She squeaked and laughed as I lifted her up and threw her over my shoulder. She weighted almost nothing and I felt a pull so I stopped. I glanced behind my shoulder and saw one of the boys holding her hand.

- DUDE! f**k OFF! I WAS HERE FIRST! I'LL TAKE HER FOR A ROUND WAIT FOR YOUR TURN! - Okay you little fucker... I've ran out of patience. I felt my hands trembling and heard Daisy clearly ask the boy.

- CAN YOU TAKE A HINT? - I saw him smirking like and i***t.

- ANY TIME KITTY! - Aaand that was the end of my exhaustion and patience. I've turned around and punched him in his jaw. He stumbled back and I heard Daisy saying.

- I guess he was wrong. - I couldn't hold back a smile... This girl is definitely not normal. On our way out a girl ran after us screaming in Italian. I was ready to answer when I heard my little secretary with perfect Italian answer. She thanked the girl for bringing her bag out and said bye. I walked further with Daisy and grabbed my phone to call a cab. While I walked I heard her giggle adorably.

- What is so funny? - I asked and she said still giggling.

- My hair how it hung now, looks like melted cheese since its blonde... And you are Marc! So we are Marc and Cheese hihihi! -I hit my forehead, this was the most tiring joke I've ever heard. The taxi arrived and I told him to take us back to Daisy's apartment. She fall asleep while she leaned on my shoulder and she mumbled with little giggles.

- Marc and Cheese... Hehe... - she looked at me suddenly and said.

- You are kind and handsome but shhhh! Don't tell to my boss that I'm having a good time with you! - I got curious.

- Who is your boss? - she laughed and punched me in my shoulder, the one she just used as a pillow before.

- None of your business! I'm not interested in a new job offer Sir! What a mysterious, loyal little creature you are...