“You coming back to bed?” Tony trailed his knuckles down her chest, lingering over the mark he’d left with his teeth while she’d been riding him into oblivion.
Suz all but purred as Diego joined in, digging his thumbs into her shoulder muscles. “Don’t you two need to get ready for your airport pick-up?”
“There’s time…” Tony leaned over and kissed her. “One more for the road?” He pushed against her so he could plant a kiss on Diego as well.
Oh my. The heat just kept on rising. One last round of bliss? Why the hell would she say no?
She tucked away her journal and accepted his hand. “Well, I suppose, once more would be fine.”
Chapter Seven
Whispers followed her down the hall.
Lynn refused to panic as she ignored the obvious stares and continued toward her cubicle. No way could people at work tell from a glance what she’d done last night. No way.
Although there had been this look in her eyes as she’d gotten ready that morning. A sparkle even she’d noticed, probably because it hadn’t been there for a long while. She wasn’t sure if it was getting rid of a guy who wasn’t good for her or the amazing, incredible sex courtesy of two guys who had made an effort. More than an effort, in fact—parts of her body still hummed with excitement, and a few spots were perfectly tender.
She rounded the corner to her cubicle and jerked to a full and complete stop.
The surface of her desk had vanished under a mass of brilliant color. Two enormous bouquets sat side by side. The one on the left had more long-stemmed roses than she’d seen anywhere outside a florist shop. Instinctively, she counted two by two until deciding to round off at somewhere over three dozen. Sturdy green foliage and tiny baby’s breath completed the arrangement, along with a silky white bow that sparkled under the fluorescent office lights.
The arrangement on the right, while still large, was nowhere near as gaudy. Cornflowers and delicate yellow grasses emerged from a bright orange ceramic watering jug. Smiling, Lynn reached to touch one of the pale blue leaves of her favorite flower.
More people than usual wandered past, all eagerly peeking over her shoulder. She supposed she didn’t blame them—the office grapevine usually buzzed from one flower delivery. But two? The gossipmongers would go nuts.
Feeling herself blush, she dropped into her chair and tugged the bouquets to the side, out of easy viewing of her curious onlookers.
Well. This was unexpected. From Parker and Dean? Kinda flattering they’d tracked her down from a single comment about where she worked, but flowers turned the entire situation awkward again because of the whole “going on a date” with Parker and not with his friend.
She lifted the card from the roses and pulled the note free from the envelope. Her dismay grew with every word as she realized it wasn’t Dean or Parker who’d sent the bouquet.
My dearest Lynn.
I’m so torn up we’ve had a misunderstanding regarding my affections, and it’s my desire to clear all your concerns as soon as possible. The depth of what I feel, and how well we suit each other, is not something to toss aside because of rumor or innuendo. Let me assure you, I am the man for you.
Phil
Really? The bastard really thought she hadn’t been serious about kicking his cheating ass to the curb? The urge to gather the flowers and dump them in the trash was strong.
“Screw you, Shotelle,” she muttered. “You’re going to need all your strength to recover from being backhanded into tomorrow if you come anywhere near me expecting to get into my good graces.”
She jerked the envelope from the other bouquet, her blood still boiling at Phil’s arrogance. A single hand-drawn cornflower graced the card in her hand, the clean lines of the sketch making the flower appear to sway in a summer breeze. The delicate design soothed her ruffled nerves, and the words inside triggered a completely different reaction than Phil’s over-the-top gesture.
The cornflowers remind me of your eyes. Shining with life and passion, and so beautiful, like a mountain lake full of secret depths.
I can’t wait to fall into them again.
Oh mercy. Her cheeks went so hot she actually had to fan her face with her hand, like a damn southern belle sitting on a plantation house porch. Jeez, maybe there was something to this romance company Parker ran. He certainly had the art of love notes down pat. And it warmed her heart that he’d remembered she liked cornflowers from one passing statement she’d made at yoga. A man who actually listened? Who knew?
When a low whistle sounded behind her, Lynn twirled to find a familiar grin.
“My, my, my.” Suz wiggled forward next to the desk to admire the flowers better. “What have we here?”
Lynn pointed. “This is—”
“Oh, wait. Let me guess.” The blonde folded her arms, tapping a finger on her lips as she examined the bouquets in turn. “My brilliant intellect leads me to deduce the hothouse roses are from a certain spineless, brainless, ball-less gentlemen who works on the sixth floor.”