Daisy’s POV
The next morning, i'm back at work, and as I carry some plates through to the kitchen, I try to ignore the presence of my security detail that is seated at one of the tables in the corner, a coffee in front of him as he pretends to read a paper, though his eyes scan every single person who enters the café. After I went to bed last night, I lay in my bed listening until I heard his footsteps in the hallway. My breathing caught as they stopped outside of my bedroom door, my eyes screwed shut as I waited, would my door open, would he come in? But he didn't, an endless wait before he made his way to the next room, the squeal of the hinges notifying me of the opening and then closing of the door, closing him in and leaving me strangely disappointed.
Pushing through the door to the
