Chapter Nine
Tristan
I stayed right where I was and held onto the windowsill as if it would save me. f**k. I was in serious trouble. Daisy showed up out of nowhere, and all I could think about was locking the door and finishing what we started the other night. She was so f*****g gorgeous. Her blonde hair was up in some kind of twist today. All it made me want to do was take it down, so I could run my hands through her hair and kiss her until she was moaning in my mouth again.
She wore a navy blue fitted skirt that hugged her hips and flared at her knees. This was paired with a fitted white blouse and navy kitten heels. As usual, she looked perfectly professional, although her skirt was a tad flirty and the button between her breasts was pulled tight. Now that I knew she loved lacy linge
