Hunter backed away slowly. “I’m going to go talk to Meg for a bit. I’ll see you up there.”
“I don’t hear from you for days,” I said to Sebastian, trying and failing not to sound crazy. “The first time I see you after the most amazing sex ever, and after I sent you a very tasteful topless photo, which you barely said anything about, you just pop up like a mushroom, and you’re just like, ‘Hey what’s up? Also, by the way, I’m going to be competing against you in the flower-arranging competition.’”
Sebastian looked concerned.
“Not a supportive move!” I said, waving my hands around. “And you’d better not come crying to me when I win that competition.”
Sebastian caught his bottom teeth in his lip as he clearly tried not to laugh. “And I thought I was competitive. You are taking this to a whole other level.”
“I’m going to wipe the floor with you,” I warned him, poking him in his impossibly hard and sexy chest.
“I thought we were friends, Amy,” he said in mock hurt.
“We’re fuck buddies,” I corrected. “Former fuck buddies.”
He leaned in and stuck two fingers down the low-cut top of my sundress, pulling me close to him.
“Believe me,” he said in that deep voice that made me want to throw away the flower competition and spend all afternoon with him. “There is nothing former about what we’ve been doing.” His breath was hot against my mouth. “And that tit pic was nice. In fact, I think I’m going to come on them next time.”
Gulp.
Sebastian released me, and I walked onto the stage in a daze.
I was officially in the wrong headspace to create a flower arrangement. I stared blankly at the table in front of me as Meg hyped up the crowd for the beginning of the flower-arranging contest.
There were piles of flowers—very nice flowers, and normally I would have been mentally cataloging them and imagining how they would all work best in bouquets, but all I could think about was how great they would look on Sebastian’s bare chest.
At the table next to me, Sebastian was studying the flowers critically.
Oh my god, what if I lose?
Unthinkable.
Get it together, Amy!
“Contestants, start your flower arranging!” Meg announced to cheers from the audience.
Each contestant had the same identical round vase. It was not a style I preferred, but I could work with it.
Correction: under normal conditions, I could.
Sebastian had taken off his suit coat and rolled up his sleeves, exposing those drool-worthy forearms. The tendons and muscles on his arms flexed as he picked up the flowers.
Focus, Amy!I shrieked at myself.
We had big puffy hydrangeas in varying shades of pink, blue, and purple. We had blush and champagne-colored peonies, white chrysanthemums, and silky pale-yellow roses. For greenery, there were bunches of baby’s breath, mint, for some inexplicable reason, and an assortment of small and large leaf greenery, much of which smelled like cooking herbs.
“Honestly, whoever picked out these flowers must have just grabbed whatever was on hand at the supermarket, because these don’t go together,” I complained.
“You’re such a high-maintenance florist,” Sebastian teased as I picked through the flowers.
“No, I know quality when I see it. Which is why,” I said, lowering my voice, “when I saw your cock, I had to have it.”
Sebastian gave me a sly look and took two steps over to my table.
“Does that mean I am forgiven for not immediately coming over to your house and having you jack me off on your tits after sending me that photo?”
I shivered, and he laughed. He reached around me to pretend to filter through the greenery while his other hand caressed my ass. “If there weren’t anyone watching, I would so fuck you right here over this table.”
