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“Can… can I help you?” I rasp, seeing my hands tremble as I set the flowers down, wiping them on my apron. It’s all I can do to remember how to be a florist.
He hums a low growl. It feels like there’s an earthquake or a heavy roll of thunder coming from somewhere, thumping like a heavy hand on a door inside me.
Wanting to come in.
Needing to come in out of the rain.
I tell myself it’s my imagination that a successful-looking, older man like him would ever look twice at a younger, curvy girl like me, but some things aren’t imaginary.
The biological effect of this manon mebeing one of them.
“Jasmine,” he says in a low tone before growling another low hum of satisfaction.
“Uhhh… we don’t have any jasmine,” I reply instantly and apologetically.
He leans over a little at first, then all the way down, craning his thick, muscular neck until he holds his head an inch from my already stiff left breast as he examines my name badge.
“I think I see some… right here,” he says in that tone again—that smokey, deep, and powerful voice with a firm edge to it.
He’s used to giving orders, not taking them. I can see that.
And if he wants this sprig of Jasmine? Then I’m all his.
Instantly agreeing with myself that I’ll do whatever he wants.
I’ll help him with whatever he wants.
Buying flowers, I mean.
CHAPTERTWO
James
She wouldn’t have seen me. At least, I don’tthinkshe saw me.
A guy my size is kinda hard to miss. I’m taller than I am wide, so maybe she did notice me?
When I see her up close for what feels like the first time, she doesn’t have a flash of recognition in her eyes. It’s something way better.
Her wide, blue eyes dilate, and I can see her ample chest stiffen under equally stiff denim and a sweater underneath.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Even thinking about her, let alone talking about her, has me going on and on in my mind about how fucking beautiful she is—how perfect she is.
It’s only been one day, and I haven’t slept a wink yet, either.
I couldn’t.
I can’t.
Not until she’s in my bed next to me.
But don’t get me started onthateither. I’m having enough trouble already, trying not to obsess over her perfect body. The way her hair moves when she walks.
And I’m still failing.
Walking home from the office yesterday, which is unusual for me, I broke all the rules and ventured to a side of town I never knew existed. It was as if something was pulling me there. Once I spotted her in the crowd, I knew I’d found what was calling me.
