Page 23 of Say It With Flowers


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Dani

My back is turned away from Neal. I stare out the window the whole way home. The nighttime view from the air is enchanting. Twinkling lights sparkle everywhere. I try to enjoy it but can’t. I’m far too aware of the brooding man at my side.

When we arrive outside the shop, I open the car door and slam it shut, then prepare to march inside without a word of goodbye. Am I being rude?Yes. But I don’t care. I need to get away from him.

He confuses me. I loathe him, and yet I still want him. And I think he knows it.

As I reach the door, I still as Neal’s hand circles my wrist.

“Dani, c’mon. Please?”

I shake free, unlock the door and step inside, turning to face him. “Please, what? Please sell my shop to you?”

“Can we give the shop stuff a rest?” he growls, his hand reaching for mine as he steps inside.

“Don’ttouch me,” I hiss and pull back.

He cocks his head. “Why? Because you know you want more?”

A blush of fury explodes on my face. “Go to hell,Mr. Mountass!” I give him the finger.

He chuckles loudly. The bastard is actually laughing in my face. “Mountass—” he chuckles. “Reduced to playground insults already?”

My blush goes volcanic, borderline nuclear. That was pretty childish. But brazening it out seems the only way to keep face. “Go fuck yourself with a big stick!” I may look like butter wouldn’t melt, but I can dish out adult verbal when I need to.

“Dani!?” Neal snorts with laughter, his brows rising in surprise.

“There’s the door,asshole. Leave!”

“Yeah?” He winks and smiles.

I screw up my face in anger. “Don’t you dare wink at me.”

He blows me a sexed-up kiss with his hand. “Better?”

I’ve lost the plot. I don’t know the hell what I’m doing or saying. My blood is boiling with rage. “You’re so gonna pay for what you’re doing to me!” I growl angrily.

“I fully intend to,” he says with a cool grin.

I’m beyond fuming. “What?Take your contract and shove it where the sun don’t shine!” I try to push him out the door. But his chest muscles are like concrete, and they don’t yield. It’s like Tinkerbelle trying to move Man Mountain.

Damn him!

“No more business talk.” He wraps his arms round my shoulders. “I’ve got other ideas.” He lands a big smacker of a kiss on my lips.

Enraged, I wedge my hands between us and try to push him away, but my hands do nothing to move him. His body feels warm and hard, and something stirs to life inside. A surge of heat races through me. Against my will, my hands fall down, loosely, to his hips. My thumbs hook into his pants pockets.

I’m swamped by the scent of his cologne and a tidal wave of lust.

He kisses me hard, then softly, until my knees turn to jello, and I moan in excited protest. “Thatwas a step too far!” I hiss as he pulls back with a deep breath.

“You enjoyed it.” His gaze searches my eyes. “More than you’ll admit.”

“Go!” I spit through gritted teeth.

He hesitates, his gaze locked with mine, then he turns to leave. I hold my breath, praying... but I don’t know what I’m praying for. Or maybe I do.

He stops at the door.

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