by Jamie Knight
“What are some flowers I could get that I haven’t mentioned yet?” she demands.
She's gone down the list of all the people in her life to whom she has ever given flowers and why. Then she started in on listing all the people who have ever given her flowers, what type they were, and why they did so. Now, she at least seems to be moving on to asking me different questions about various kinds of flowers.
"Well, some of the easiest flowers to take care of, among those you haven’t mentioned, are daylilies and cosmos," I politely explain to her, glad to have a way to hurry the conversation along.
She looks around again.
"I'm just not sure…." she replies. "Can I have a few more minutes to decide?"
"Of course, take as much time as you need," I answer her.
She’s probably just a tire kicker, a lonely lady here to talk and not really to buy, but it’s still my job to help her out.
She smiles at me, then walks around, picking up various plants and shaking her head at each one before putting it back down. I watch her for a second, wanting to smile and shake my head but also not wanting to be too obvious about my reaction to her.
I decide to go back to my task of watering some of the other flowers. They face the window, so I can smile without anyone seeing me.
Marsha, the owner and manager of the flower shop, walks by me; she had been standing nearby and watching me with the customer. I turn around to greet her and see that she's carrying a file of papers under her arm.
"Good morning!" I greet her, happy now that I’m free of the lonely old lady customer.
Marsha’s a little weird but we’ve become friends and I’d way rather talk to her than hear about a niece named Becky who was sent daffodils for graduation but was too rude to write a thank you note in return.
I admire Marsha’s business smarts and marketing. Love in Bloom was the perfect choice to name a flower shop in Bloom, Idaho. And she advertises to all the people playing Bingo next door, which is likely how the elderly lady customer wandered in.
"Good morning, Sheila!" she replies.
She sets the file by the register and looks at me.
"Sheila, I just wanted to compliment you on your professionalism. I overheard you helping that customer, and I really admire your patience," she says to me.
Her words fill me with pride.
"Thank you! I really like my work here. Actually, it's always been a dream of mine to own my own flower shop like this," I confess to her.
She goes to the register, checking the cash and change in the drawer.
"If you keep working as hard as you have been, I have no doubt that you'll be able to accomplish that," she replies, with a smile, before walking back to her office.
I go back to helping the elderly lady, who has finally settled on a nice vase of cosmos, believe it or not. At least all my time spent with her wasn’t for nothing. And she smiles at their beauty, which makes me happy.
The shop is empty after she leaves; it's a slow day. I walk around and clean up. I then busy myself with removing some of the thorns from the roses. I can hear Marsha giggling on the phone; she must be talking to her husband.
A few minutes later, she walks back out into the main part of the store, with an expensive Louis Vuitton purse slung over her shoulder like it always is whenever she’s coming or going.
"Sheila, can you handle the store for about thirty minutes? I have to run to the bank," she asks me.
"Of course! It's such a slow day; it'll be easy," I reply, looking up from the flowers I’m arranging.
"Great! See you when I get back!" she says, hurrying out the door.
I just smile, then get back to work. I know she's actually going to have lunch with her husband. He treats her out about three times a week. He can afford it; he's a real estate tycoon.
While I snip the stems on a bouquet of roses and start to wrap them up, I'm torn between being envious of the type of marriage they have and of being distrustful of it. I know I couldn’t handle being married.
There is a great deal of pressure involved, as well as the need to trust the other person. I saw what happened in my parents’ marriage, and that misplaced trust destroyed it. I definitely don't want that to happen to me, so I stay far away from committed relationships since I don’t want to be married.
As I finish preparing a few orders for delivery, I continue thinking about marriage. I can't imagine what it would be like to be totally reliant on a man, especially financially. I want to own my own business, and there are so many other goals that I want to achieve for myself.
I was always raised to be independent. I know I couldn’t be in a relationship where I'd have to give that up.
Finished with work for now, I check my watch and see that thirty minutes have passed, and Marsha still isn't back yet. I stand at the register and stare out the window.
I count the people who walk by on the sidewalk, but I lose track after a while. A growing restlessness is stirring inside me.
Sure, I don't want to be married, but there is one thing I'd like to experience: sex. For that, I would need a partner. It wouldn't have to be permanent, though – maybe a one-night stand or a hookup.
Could I do something like that? I wonder.
Sure, I decide.
It would just be to experience it. Other people do it, so it's not a big deal, I tell myself. Besides, it's not like I'm going to make a habit out of it. It would just be one time so I could say I've finally done it.
I mean, I've dated a couple times, but it was never serious. We kissed and made out, but it never got to the level where I even considered having sex.
I wonder what it will be like when I finally do it?
I don't think I'd do anything crazy, but I'd want it to be hot.
I'd want a guy to start by playing with me first. Exploring my pussy with his fingers, lightly playing with my clit. Maybe eating it until I can't take it anymore, and I'm ready to go all the way.
I imagine how it would feel, after I'm all wet from his tongue.
To have him slide inside of me.
Slowly stretching me open and filling all of me.
To have him thrusting into me, both of us naked – his body undoubtedly hot.
Me lying under him so I can wrap my legs around him.
My nails digging into his back as he thrusts deeper each time.
Calling out his name as I cum.
Afterwards, I'd have him turn me over and take me from behind. Not anally, of course, as I'm not ready for that level of experimentation yet. But just doggy style, with my ass and pussy bared for him, ready for him to push himself inside me.
These thoughts are turning me on too much. My pussy is dripping wet while I’m at work!
I take a deep breath and tell myself to forget about these thoughts because I’ve still got a job to do.
At that moment, a couple of customers walk in, followed by Marsha. She smiles at me, then walks to her office. I calm my thoughts and put on my most polite smile.
"Hello, how can I help you today?" I ask, addressing one of the customers who looks confused.
We start discussing the bouquets I just fixed, because he has no idea what to get for a girl he wants to be his girlfriend, and I tell him that that one would be perfect. I wonder what it would be like to have a man buy me flowers, but then I push that thought aside.
If I ever want that dream of my own shop to come true, I can't afford to be distracted from my work.
He buys the bouquet, looking happy to be in and out so quickly, which is a nice change of pace from the last customer.
Later that evening, Marsha says she’s proud of the way I helped all those customers in such record time. We're both happy that it's almost time to close for the night. A few customers are still coming in, but it’s still been a slow day, all in all.
I'm slowly sweeping up stems and leaves from the floor, in case I missed any on my last round, but when it gets this late in the day, there's really not a whole lo
t left to do. Marsha walks around checking how many flowers are left, and what needs to be restocked and ordered. I can tell that she's getting anxious to leave.
"Do you have plans for tonight?" she asks me.
She's clearly just trying to make conversation to make the time go by faster.
"No, I'll probably just get some dinner and go home," is my response.
Since she’s become somewhat of a friend to me, instead of just a boss, we chit chat and are honest with each other. She likes to give me advice, which I appreciate, but clearly she doesn’t know what it’s like to be me. Our lives are very different.
"Oh, but you're young! You should be out having fun, or with a boyfriend..." she says absent-mindedly, while writing down a few orders that had come in online, for us to fulfill in the morning.
"I know, but, I just.... haven't met anyone yet," I reply, while putting the broom away.
We’ve talked about this subject before, but I never want to get into my reasons for not wanting a boyfriend. That would involve entire therapy sessions, no doubt.
She pauses to give me a look of sympathy.
"Aw, don't worry. It'll happen, especially with your good looks and curves. You'll be chasing them away."
She smiles at me, then goes back to writing.
If only she knew that chasing them away isn’t my problem. It seems to be all I do these days, and why I stopped dating altogether. It’s as if it’s impossible to just have a fun time, going out and making out, without the guy thinking it means I’ll see him again and become his girlfriend.
But I have goals to focus on and I don’t want to end up miserably dependent on a man, like my mom. So, I just thank Marsha and go back to sweeping, knowing that she just wouldn’t understand.
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I want what she's selling.
The co-owner of my tech company wants to have an auction.
And he's not talking about one to raise money for a charity.
He used to attend exclusive events in San Francisco.
Where billionaires would buy virgins.
Those don't exist in this small Idaho town where we re-located.
So he's desperate to find a place to host a satellite auction.
And he thinks he's found it at the Love in Bloom flower shop.
I think I've found the perfect woman, in the florist who works there.
My mouth waters as I see her curvy body walking around selling flowers.
I'm determined to convince her to host the auction and participate in it.
She has a strong motivation, since she wants to buy the flower shop.
But she also wants to be an independent woman, free of commitment.
She's a lot younger and less experienced than I am.
She thinks she can host the auction without knowing what she's getting into.
I, on the other hand, am used to tying women up.
But I'm not used to wanting to be tied down in a relationship.
Am I in over my head with the voluptuous little florist?
Because my heart is in her just as deep as the rest of me is.
Buying Her Flower is a full-length standalone romance. Jamie Knight promises to always bring you a happily ever after filled with plenty of heat. And never any cheating or cliffhangers!
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Other Books in this Series
All of these books are steamy standalone but connected auction romances featuring billionaire men and feisty women who own small businesses or are otherwise making a way for themselves in Bloom, Idaho, or their friends in other parts of the world. Enjoy!
1): Buying Her Flower
2): Plucking Her Clover
3): Buying Her Jewel
4): Buying Her Buns
5): Cramming Her Cupcake
6): Tasting Her Treat
7): Unveiling Her Innocence
8): Scratching Her Vinyl
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