Bidding on Her Boss(6)

She cast a glance at the buckets bursting with bright blooms around them, looking for inspiration. Something white, perhaps?

Dylan raised an eyebrow and she hesitated. Maybe he didn't like  florists going this far off the beaten track? Her manager hadn't been  particularly supportive and always complained if she tried to get  reimbursement for the extras from petty cash, but Faith loved the  challenge of something new each week, and the fact that Tom wanted to do  this for his wife always melted her heart. Were there other men like  Tom in the world? Men who were so dedicated to bringing a smile to the  faces of the women they loved that they'd go the extra mile every single  week? That sort of constancy was a beautiful thing to be a part of.

Perhaps Dylan Hawke didn't see the situation the same way. She held a sprig of mint out to him. "If that's okay, Mr. Hawke?"

"More than okay," he said, taking the mint and lifting it to his nose. "I think it's a great example of customer service."

Dylan's approving gaze rested on her, and her shoulders relaxed as  relief flowed through her veins. But she was also aware that his  approval was having more of an effect than it should...

As she worked, he blended into the background, but she felt his eyes on  her the entire time she was making the crab apple, mint and white  carnation arrangement. After Tom left, pleased with the results, Dylan  cornered her near the cash register.

"Please tell me you get reimbursed for those extras you purchase on Monday mornings," he said, his voice low.

She maintained a poker face. Getting her manager into trouble was a  quick route to reduced hours, but she couldn't lie, either. He could  check the store's accounting books and find that she hadn't asked for  reimbursement after the first few times, not since Mary had finally put  her foot down and said she should use stock that was already in the  store. And being caught in a lie by the CEO would be even less healthy  for her career than not covering for her immediate manager.                       
       
           



       

"Sure, but sometimes I forget to hand the receipts in," she said in what she hoped was a casual, believable tone.

"I see," he said, and she had a feeling he really did see.

"I don't mind paying for those extras," she said quickly. "I know I  should only use what we have in stock, but I get such a kick out of  Tom's expression when he knows he's taking home something Emmie will  love. It's like a present I can give them."

"It's your job, Faith. You shouldn't have to pay money to do your job."  He crossed his arms over his chest. "Do you have the receipt from this  morning?"

She picked up her handbag from under the counter and dug around until  she found the crumpled bit of paper. "Here," she said, passing it to  him.

Their hands brushed, and she couldn't help the slight gasp that escaped  at the contact. Tingles radiated from the place they'd touched, and she  yearned to reach out and touch him again. On his hand, or his forearm.  Or-she looked up to his face-the cheek she'd stroked with her fingertips  when they'd kissed. His eyes darkened.

"Faith," he said, his voice a rasp, "we can't."

"I know," she whispered.

"Then don't-"

"Anything I can help you with, Mr. Hawke?" Mary asked from behind them.

Without missing a beat, Dylan turned, his charming smile firmly in  place, where only seconds before she'd seen something real, something  raw.

"I was just chastising your florist about not submitting her receipts  for the extras she's been buying for that customer's weekly order." He  handed over the receipt. "Ms. Crawford has promised she'll turn them in  to you from now on, haven't you, Ms. Crawford?"

"Ah, yes," Faith said, not meeting her manager's eyes. "If you'll excuse me, I have another order to make up."

She slipped away and left them to their discussion, finally able to  take a full breath again only when she was immersed in her next  arrangement. This day couldn't end soon enough. He was too close here.  In her space. Making her want him.

Yet even if he weren't the owner of the company, the last man she could  give her heart to was a man whose love life had no stability. She'd  heard the rumors about Dylan, that he changed female companions  regularly, never seeming to form attachments. She couldn't fall for  someone like that-she wouldn't do it to herself. She'd spend the entire  time waiting for the moment he'd move on. Better to stay independent and  create stability by relying on herself.

She repeated the words to herself over and over while she worked, the  whole time trying to ignore her body's awareness of where he was in the  room. And resisting the urge to walk over and touch him again.





      Three

By late afternoon, Dylan was back in his office, staring out the window  at the LA skyline. He had achieved what he'd set out to that morning-a  detailed understanding of how the Santa Monica store was operating. He'd  managed to sit down with all four employees during the day and chat  about their perceptions and ideas, and had seen for himself that the  customers were pleased with the floral arrangements being produced.

He'd also discovered one other thing-this fledgling attraction for  Faith Crawford wasn't going to fade away. From the moment he arrived,  he'd fought to stop his gaze traveling to her. Wherever she was in the  store, he could feel her. And occasionally he'd caught her watching him  with more than an employee's interest. His heart picked up speed now  just thinking about it.

He'd cursed the Fates that he'd had to meet her while she worked for him.

He'd also noticed she was far from an average employee. He'd been  taking orders over the phone and in person all day from people who  wanted only an arrangement made by Faith. When he'd tried to suggest  that another florist serve them, they'd said they'd wait. And he could  see why. Her arrangements were spectacular. Why had she made such a  conservative design the night she'd tried to impress him? When she was  in her element, her work was original and beautiful. They were designs  he wanted in the catalog so florists in the other stores were  reproducing them.

And the bouquet she'd made using mint and crab apples for the man to  give his blind wife had been the most cutting-edge design Dylan had seen  in a long time. He liked it when staff went the extra mile for  customers, adding that personal touch, and her customers seemed to  appreciate it. In fact, just about everything about Faith impressed him.  On every level, from the professional to the personal to the  physical...                       
       
           



       

His skin heated.

Shaking his head, he focused back on the professional.

Faith Crawford was someone with a lot of potential. And he wanted to  help her reach that potential for the benefit of Hawke's Blooms, and  because he really wanted to see Faith get her just rewards. That manager  of hers wasn't going to recognize her talents anytime soon, despite the  overwhelming evidence under her nose.

He grabbed the phone on his desk and dialed Human Resources. "Anne, do  you have a minute?" he asked when the head of HR picked up.

"Sure. What do you need, Dylan?"

"I did an impromptu inspection at the Santa Monica store today."

"Great," she said brightly. "You always bring back good feedback when you do one of those. What do you have for me?"

He dug one hand in his trouser pocket and looked out over the skyline.  "One of the florists there has a lot of potential, and I want to do  something about that."

"What was her name?"

"Faith Crawford," he said, ensuring his voice was even and didn't give away his reaction to her.

There was a pause, and he could hear fingers tapping on a keyboard as Anne brought up Faith's file. "What do you have in mind?"

"Her work is good. Really good. Original and creative. But in the  interest of full disclosure, I should let you know that Faith is the  person who bought the dates with me at the trust's bachelor auction."

"I was sorry to miss that night, it sounded like a lot of fun," Anne  said, chuckling. "So how do you want to handle this from here?"

He rubbed a hand through his hair. "She's got a lot of potential, and I  want to see Hawke's Blooms benefit from that, but I don't want any  suggestion that she bought her way into a promotion. How about you get  someone else to go out and assess her? Don't tell them that the idea  came from me, just let them go to the Santa Monica store without any  preconceptions and see her work."

"I'll see what I can arrange and let you know."

"Thanks, Anne."

He hung up the phone, feeling very satisfied with his day's work. The  only thing that could make it better was to be the one who actually gave  Faith the promotion, so he could be there when she found out about it.  But he didn't want her to think this had anything to do with their kiss,  so it was better that she had a fair and independent assessment first.  He had no doubt that whoever did that would see what he'd seen and  recommend her for something more senior.