After I dress, I open the door to find another lily. I place a gentle kiss on the soft petals and put it in the vase next to the others. Taking a pic, I realize he’s the only one who has ever bought me flowers. I love how caring and attentive he is.Imagine if you were more.I crush that dangerous thought and exit, placing another shot at his door.
Reaching the shop, I stay in the car, not knowing what to do. Should I message him? Do I wait? For shit’s sake, we’re not dating.I am about to send him a message when my phone pings with a text from him.
This is my favorite yet.
I type.
It’s a blend of berries and a sprinkle of vanilla powder.
And tomorrow?
You’ll find out.
Delayed gratification. I don’t like it.
I smile at his impatience and send him a pic of my flowers.
Thank you. I love my daily lily.
I love my daily dose of Lilly too.
My heart pounds a crazy rhythm, causing my chest to double.
There’s a rap at my window, and I shriek, throwing myself back in the seat. Startled, my phone drops and I look at my best friend wearing a knowing smile on her face. I unlock my seatbelt and search for my phone. Finding it behind the gas pedal, I climb out.
Outside, Kat leans against the side of the car, not hiding her smile. “I guess you have his number.”
“Yes, because we’re friends.” I sound like I feel—defensive.
“Ahem. So, what did you do last night?”
Cooking, flirting, being together and there was this one moment… This is what I should tell her, but I obstinately believe that if I don’t reveal too much, the desire for more will fade.
“Not much.”
A confident look stretches on her features. “I give it a few more weeks. Even though you’re stubborn, and he has to be disciplined, I am betting all I have that you’re going to end up in his bed, fucked into Orgasmland again.”
I roll my eyes at her. “Thanks for the jab. And that won’t happen.”
“Suuure.”
Inside LuKo Juice, I thought the hype would subside, but it still goes steadily, infusing me with a new sense of determination.
After interviewing two prospects, I hire one right away, as I need the extra help.
I am serving the last customers when the door opens, and Ian walks inside.
His presence sucks out all the air as everyone openly gawks at him, some taking a few pictures more or less stealthily. He ignores everyone else, regarding only me. To be the center of his attention is sweet torment.
My best friend bumps into me, gawking at him with wide eyes. “Girl, you not throwing yourself at him is beyond me. You’re some different breed, I swear.”
I elbow her, and he maneuvers himself through the obstacles on his way to me. How fitting. He stops briefly to take some pictures with a couple of kids and when he’s at the counter, a mischievous glint sparkles in his eyes. “Hi. I came to see myfriend.”
“Hi, I’m Kat. Her best friend.” She thrusts her hand out, and he takes hers in a friendly shake.
“Ian. Her other best friend.” He glances at her before his gaze returns to me.
“I like him,” she whispers.
