"How is she?" Katie asks, breaking through my thoughts. I cut her with a hard look that does nothing. Anyone else around here would be running, but she just smiles at me and waits.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I clench my jaw. I don't like the idea of everyone knowing about her. Not yet anyway. I'm not ready to share her. I barely keep it together knowing security is aware of her, but I needed to have eyes on her at all times in order to keep my sanity.
I’m taking it slow with her and I don’t want to chance some little fuck trying to steal her out from under me. I don't know if she was single when I first met her, but thank god she is. One less thing to have to deal with, because I don’t like to imagine what I would have done to make her single. She’s been the breath of air I didn’t know I needed. The first spark of light I've seen in…I can’t remember, and I’m not letting her go. Ever.
Today's outfit didn't help. What was she thinking wearing that dress? The sight of her shapely curves being hugged and on display. The short length giving view to creamy thighs and every man’s fantasy in between them. A tight little pussy that may or may not have been covered. I think about her pink lips and if they were wet while she was talking to me, and I have to hold on to the edge of my desk to keep my knees from buckling. It wouldn't be so bad if I was with her all day, but I can't be. The thought of her being on her own and the edge of her dress showing more and more skin as she bends over throughout the day…
I don't want her ass leaving that flower shop today. A gust of wind could show off what belongs to me. The thought has me banging my head on the desk. What if she has deliveries? I sit up and grab my phone and shoot a text to Quinn.
Me: Have lunch delivered to the flower shop.
Quinn: Got it.
Me: That delivery boy there today?
Quinn: Yes.
That's bittersweet. He’ll do the deliveries for the day, but I know the worm has a crush on her. Hopefully the deliveries will keep him busy and away from her.
There’s a double knock on my office door and then Carrie is shuffling in. She hands me the folders I asked for and waits. "Is there anything else, sir?"
I shake my head. She scurries out. Half a second later, Katie comes strolling in.
"You have court in an hour, and Mrs. Barton is already here to prep."
I let out a deep breath. Mrs. Barton is a blood sucker. Her soon-to-be ex-husband was too dumb to see it. Now he's going to pay the price. I'm pretty sure she's been cheating on him, too. Spending years working as a divorce lawyer wears down your view of marriage. Not that mine was great to start with after having a father like mine.
He's working on wife number six at the moment. I hope this one sticks. I actually like her. She's only fifteen years younger than him and doesn't seem to be after his money since she has her own. I'm not really sure how he even landed her to begin with, but they seem to be in love.
That reminds me I'm supposed to have dinner with them tonight. "Cancel dinner with my father," I tell Katie.
"It's your father, you should cancel yourself," she says back in her motherly tone.
"You do it, or I'll have Carrie do it." I don't have to look up from the file I'm going over to know she’s giving me a death glare. A beat passes and I hear my office door shut.
I make a few changes to the files before telling Katie to send in Mrs. Barton. I really don't feel like going to court today. My head isn't in the game. Instead it's on a little blonde with bright blue eyes, soft pink lips, and hair that smells like strawberries.
God, I wanted to kiss her this morning, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself. The first touch would have had her pinned to the floor with me on top of her. All this control I've been holding back would have snapped, and I wouldn't have been able to let her go. I’ve never felt so possessive of someone before, and it’s driving me mad.
I know she would have let me kiss her. It was in her eyes and the way she was trying to press her body against mine. Her mouth was begging for it, and her breathing was heavy with lust. As much as I loved that look on her face and how hard she made me, I had to find my control. I can’t stand the idea of people around us seeing her horny. I was already dripping cum and I wasn’t about to let everyone in that place see her doing the same. It took everything in me to step away from her.
I glance at the clock and remind myself in a few hours I'll be with her again. And this time I’m not letting her get away. There isn't another option or I'll lose my fucking mind. I need to mark her as mine or I’m going to come out of my skin. Every thought I have is filled with her, and this beastly desire is driving me to ravage her.
"Beau," Mrs. Barton says in a sugary sweet voice.
I stand from my chair, trying to clear my thoughts as she comes over toward me. She’s coming in for a hug and a double cheek kiss. I can’t handle it today and I extended my hand for a shake to stop her, unable to stand the thought of her touching me. Right now, I’m filled with the memory of my sunshine’s sweet scent and I don’t want this woman’s perfume to invade that.
She rolls her eyes at me but takes my hand and shakes it. "Always so formal," she huffs before taking her seat. I take mine across from her, putting some distance between us.
"I told you to dress like you were going to church." My tone is bored but firm.
"Sorry, I don't own anything like that." She smirks before shooting me a wink. I bring my fingers to my temples and press them, questioning why I became a divorce lawyer.
"Lucky for you, I'm prepared," I say, letting out a sigh. We keep a closet of women's suit jackets and other pieces of clothing just for moments like this. Eighty percent of my clients are women. I won a giant divorce settlement for a woman my first year out of law school and now every woman wanting to divorce their husband thinks I'm the man to go to. Maybe I am because I'm good at it, but it’s not doing my soul any favors.
"I love having my own personal Boy Scout saving the day." She moves to the edge of her seat and leans forward, trying to give me an eyeful of her cleavage. I have to fight the urge to say something snide. Sadly I'm used to this kind of behavior.
"I sent over another offer," I tell her. "If they don't take it in the next…" I glance at the clock on my computer. "…Twenty minutes we’ll go straight to the court house." She gives me a pout, and I have no fucking clue why. "Let's go over a few things."
"We've gone over everything. I'm sick of talking about it. Let's talk about something more interesting. Like…" The pout is gone and a sinister smile spreads on her lips. How did her husband fall for this shit?
My mind flashes to my blonde ray of sunshine. I'd fall for anything when it comes to her.
"I'm going to be single and freshly divorced by the end of the day. What are your plans tonight?"
My plans are to have a beautiful blonde underneath me as my name falls from her lips and she begs me to stop eating her pussy. But I don’t tell her that.
"Beau!" Mrs. Barton snaps, breaking me from my thoughts of Dove. I fight back a growl.
"I'm seeing someone," I say simply, as if it's old news.
"Oh, well. No one has to know." The smile on her face grows even bigger, then she bites her lip. I'm guessing it’s an attempt to be sexy.
I've had enough. "Mrs. Barton—" I'm cut off when the intercom on my phone goes off.
"Call on line two, Mr. Heart. It's Thompson and Thompson," Katie says. I grab for the phone, glad to have the interruption. Hopefully this call is their client taking our offer so I can get Mrs. Barton out of my life by the end of the day.
Chapter Five
Dove
"Earth to Dove." Sue snaps her fingers in front of my face, clearing thoughts of the coffee shop and Beau from my mind.
"Sorry," I tell her as I flip the page in the order book. I try to look like I’m working and not daydreaming.
"All I want to know is how coffee went this morning." She wiggles her eyebrows.
Why do I have such a big mouth? I can't stop talking about Beau to my friends. I had to, though. I needed their help. Well, I thought I did. Things look like they might be taking the next step on their own without me having to make a move. Thank goodness.
"I'm guessing by that blush it went well," Sue giggles.
Sue owns the flower shop. I've worked here for about a year and I really enjoy it. I love flowers and putting different ones together to make beautiful creations. I know they’ll bring joy to people, and that makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
"I think we have a date tonight," I sheepishly admit. I glance over at her, and Sue is smiling at me. She does a little jump, making her short gray curls bounce. I swear sometimes she has more energy than I do.
She stops jumping after a second then looks at me seriously. "Wait, why do you think you have a date?"
"He said he'd pick me up after work, but how does he know where I work?" It’s one question that keeps running through my head.
"Maybe you told him?"
"Maybe." I try to think back. We've made small talk over the past few weeks, talking a little more each day. I know he’s an only child, went to Yale, is in his early thirties, and a lawyer. "He gave me his number."