“Letty,” Jo breathed and scrambled to her feet, a flurry of nervous buttoning and tying.
“Who the fuck is Letty?” he whispered back. If they were quiet, maybe she’d go away.
“The florist you hired Sunday.” She brushed the dust from her knees.
Another footstep echoed, closer than before. “Jo, are you in here?”
Jo peeked around the doorway. “Be right there.”
So much for that idea. He crammed his shirt inside his pants. “What’s she doing here?”
She shrugged into her sweater. “I’ll go find out.”
“Fuck that. Get rid of her.” Avery snagged her wrist and flattened her hand against his dick. “Then we can finish what we started.”
Leaning into him, she squeezed him tight. “Better yet, if you’ll take one for the team and come meet her—you owe her one, you know—I’ll feed you lunch and spend the rest of the afternoon showing you some ofmyskills.”
His dick jerked in her hand, making her laugh, and he just about busted a nut.
Fuck me.
She wasn’t even touching them, but she had him by the balls. But the sound of an afternoon in her bed… “I’ll need a few minutes.”
“Take your time.” She whirled away and through the door. “Letty, what are you doing here?”
“My shop is next door,” the girl said. “I couldn’t believe it when I saw you in the parking lot, but I was tied up with a customer.”
“Cock blocked by a coincidence,” Avery muttered, buckling his belt with a jerk.
A few paces around the room and counting backward from a hundred did the trick until he grabbed his jacket off the ladder and the scent of Jo’s pussy smacked him upside both heads. Bam! Instant erection.
Fuck it.
The sooner he got Jo out of here, the sooner he could get her back on her knees.
Holding his coat as a cover, he joined Jo and the florist. Petite, curves where they counted, light brown curly hair, one of those naturally pretty girls. But all he could think about was the redhead with long legs and a firm grip on his stones.
“It only needs water every few weeks when the soil is completely dry,” the girl—Letty—was saying as he approached. She stuck out her hand. “Hi, I’m Violet, from next door. We spoke on the phone Saturday.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Violet.” Avery shook her hand. “It seems I owe you a debt.”
“Nah, it was a challenge, but I had a lot of fun.” She turned to Jo. “It would be so nice to have you next door. And think of the cross-promotion. Celia”—she angled her head at the wall separating this unit from the wedding dress store on the other side—“and I get together for dinner once a month to talk marketing strategies.”
“That’s smart.” The smile Jo gave Letty never made it to her eyes. She seemed a million miles away.
Avery took it as his cue. “We better get going if we’re going to hit the rest of the properties on the list.”
Her gaze cut to his, then back to Letty. “I’d love to talk about what you’re doing to help each other. Maybe we can get together one night this week or next.”
“Give me a call. We’ll set something up.”
In the car, Jo stared out the window, too quiet for the party he had in mind. Something had happened between handling his dick and talking to Letty. “You okay?”
“Hmm?” She glanced his way, then back to the passing scenery. “Oh. Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Seems like a good set up,” he said, trying to feel her out, to figure out what went wrong. It had something to do with seeing Letty.
“Yeah.”
