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“I can’t think of anything more important than burying myself between your thighs.”
“Hmmmm,” I respond, contemplating. “How about you go do your thing and I’ll go do my thing and we’ll meet back here tonight and do more of that thing you suggested.”
He grazes his soft lips over the top of mine. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
“You’re promising me an orgasm. I’m not going to flake out on you,” I quip with a smile.
Our kiss is interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. While he goes to answer it, I slip into the bathroom to shower. While a part of me wants to know who’s calling at seven in the morning, it’s not really any of my business. So I shut the door and crank on the water under the pretense of giving him privacy. But really it’s because I don’t want to be tempted to press one of those glasses against the door to hear his conversation.
After my shower, Dean jumps in, taking a quick one while I get ready. He dresses in another button-down shirt, this one in a light green color, with tan slacks. His tie is green and brown plaid, and I don’t even have to offer to tie it. He turns towards me with a smile on his face and hands me the material.
When the knot is perfect, we both head towards the door. Before I can open it, though, he pulls me into his arms. My legs turn to noodles as his lips take mine in a bruising, perfect kiss that leaves me breathless. Dean’s hands wrap around my back and pull me flush against his body. He’s hard already. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I give myself into the kiss.
It ends before we have the chance to rip each other’s clothes off, and frankly, I was ready. With a sly smile, he takes my hand and pulls me out of the room. We walk together to the elevator and wait for it to arrive. While inside the car, memories of last night filter through my mind, causing more warmth to flood my already soaked panties.
“Tonight,” he whispers into my ear as our car fills up with other hotel guests.
Dean continues to hold my hand as we make our way into the lobby of The Freemont. He offers to escort me across the street, but again, I tell him it’s not necessary. Honestly, I could use the little bit of alone time in the cool air to calm my racing heart and raging hormones. If he walks over with me, I’m liable to find the closest supply closet as soon as we set foot through the door.
“I have to attend the convention dinner tonight, but I’ll be upstairs as soon as I can break free.”
“Don’t rush on my behalf. I can order room service and watch a movie. You certainly aren’t required to entertain me.”
He steps closer, invading my personal space. “I’d much rather spend tonight entertaining you. And I will. Unfortunately, I have to make an appearance at the dinner, but know that I’d much rather be spending every second of my time with you, naked, in bed. Or in the shower. I’m not picky.”
I smile at the thought. “I’ll see you tonight,” I confirm before stepping out into the sunny January morning.
* * *
After detouring to the gourmet coffee shop down the block, I head inside The Country Garden, wide-awake and full of energy. I’m ready for day two of the floral show. I didn’t have an opportunity to chat with some of the vendors and businesses in the massive convention hall, so that’s on my agenda today. As well as attending two of the featured programs; one on bringing out the natural fragrances of the flowers, and the other on working with exotics and hard to care for buds.
Stepping in through the front door, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Upon digging it out, I find a text from Grandma. Considering the shop has only been open for an hour, I hope nothing is wrong. I received message from AJ and Rachel yesterday stating that everything was going well.
Grandma: Code Blue, Payters. Code Blue!
Me: OMG!What does Code Blue mean?
Grandma: Nothing. I just wanted to get your attention.
Me: What?!?!?!? *insert growling emoji*
Grandma: Did you know there’s a flower named Clitoris?
Me: Are you kidding me right now? I thought the place was burning down!
Grandma: The only thing burning is my loins, Payters. The flower. Clitoris. Should I order some?
Me: NOOOOO! They’re called Clitoria, Grandma. I don’t want to sell flowers named Clitoria. That’s gross.
Grandma: I admit, they’re a little odd. Plus they’re native to Asia so the shipping will probably cost you a fortune.
Rubbing my head, I gaze down, dumbfounded, at my phone.
Me: Do not order those. And do not order anything, please. I already ordered before I left.
Grandma: Yes, I know. I sent back the poppies.
Me: Why?
