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“Last night over skype.” My brows raised.
“Sis, that’s so high school.”
“I know, but I had never told anyone before. I needed the security of the computer screen.”
I could not stop laughing. My sister literally picked people apart in an hour and she couldn’t tell anyone she is in love with them. It was a rotunda.
“I understand. What did he say? He better loves you too or I swear I’ll…” she placed her hand on my arm to stop me.
“No. He does. And he sent me flowers this morning. A big ass bouquet, filled up my whole desk.”
I kind of liked him now. I wonder if I sent flowers to Emilia…no, I have to try and respect her wishes. Much as I want to be inside of her, I can’t.
“You’re thinking of someone.” She said.
“Oh no,” I groaned. She could read me so easily. But she wasn’t budging. Her brows drew together as she peered at me. She might as well pull out a pen pad.
“Oh yes, what is it? Is it planning the wedding? Is it too hard for you?” I shook my head.
“No, not really. Gabrielle hired someone…it’s the florist.”
“The florist?” I sighed. I guess I would have to start from the beginning.
“At the charity ball, I met this woman. At the time, I did not even know who she was but we had sex. Thought I’d never see her again but when Levi asked me to plan his wedding, it turned out she was the florist he hired. And she did the arrangement at the ball too.”
“Really? That was the most beautiful arrangement I had ever seen. What else?” I could not stop my eyes from rolling.
“What? Oh um…I saw her last week. We had sex. But she told me she did not want to do that, she wants to be professional. Which I respect, and understand. But still…I can’t stop thinking about her. Not since that first night.”
“You like her. A lot.”
“Yeah, maybe even…I don’t want to do this again. I can’t.”
“Tristan…”
“No, I can’t. and I won’t.”
“Okay, what can you do?”
I shrugged. And I avoided the conversation because I have no fucking clue.
Chapter Twenty Two: Tristan
When Natalie finally left, I was all talked up and maybe even more confused. I knew how I felt about her. I know what it was. But I couldn’t act on it.
I wore jeans and a graphic tee shirt from one of my college clubs. I was surprised I still have them. But I did not feel like looking my best, or even decent. I knew once I saw her I would go crazy. But I did not expect this.
She was in a bright, pink sundress. She looked like a fucking jolly rancher and I wanted to suck the shit out of every inch of her luscious body. It wasn’t low cut, but her pert little breasts filled out the top, a small swell appearing. She tied up her hair, revealing every sinuous curve of her neck and chest. Her legs were smooth and creamy, complete with a pair of white flats. Why the fuck would she do that?
“Tristan!” fuck, had I been staring?
I met her in her office, a small room in the back of her floral shop. The desk was big and white and took up most of the room, but it was speckled with small vases of flowers and a picture of her with a man with graying hair; he looked like her. Must be her dad.
“Oh, yeah?”
She blinked at me like I was dumb. Perhaps I was. She moved around her desk, hips swaying, hair bobbing. She’s like a flower patch of joy, bringing sun into my life for the first time in I don’t know how long. Maybe never.
“I have a tentative idea—I say tentative because Gabriella said she might change it. And she’ll be here in a few minutes.” I furrowed my brow, I did not know she was coming.
