Lex (Unconventional Hearts)

by S. K. Logsdon

  “Are you done talking about Max?” she asks.

  Rolling my eyes, I walk away from her, my bare feet smacking the smooth hardwood floor of her pristine shop, heading into the back to grab a water bottle. My mom’s store is design perfection. It’s not like most floral shops where they’re covered in flowers and cheap looking. Hers is refined. She has a large, etched glass flower fridge that people can come in and purchase premade arrangements out of. Then in the back, she has another fridge where she stores all of her flowers. The walls inside her shop are a deep indigo color and in the front, she has an entire iron bench and two chairs seating area for guests and her clients. To me it screams impeccable sophistication.

  Returning to the font with two water bottles, I open hers and set it on the workbench.

  “No, Mom, Maxwell is not a man I can see myself dating. I’m sorry, but thanks for trying.” I sweetly state and kiss her cheek. Then I get to work standing next to her. Stealing flowers from the black round container, trimming stems and leaves in the sink with an extra pair of pink handled floral shears, and tucking the flowers into the foam. I’ve done this hundreds of thousands of times, and I might not be as good of a floral artist as my mother might, but I’m no novice.

  I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my Sunday than working alongside my workaholic mother in a shop that feels like home.

  Gage

  “Emma, do we really have to go see Mrs. Faith today?” I ask my five year old who is bouncing excited in her car seat, riding in the back of my fully loaded black Yukon Denali.

  I pray she says no. I don’t have to grocery shop today. I bought groceries yesterday and the only time we drop by Faith’s is so Emma can help make a small arrangement while I shop. It’s easier that way and Faith loves Emma. I wish Emma’s mother loved her that much. This was Emma’s mother’s weekend. She gets her twice a month for a total of four days. I can’t stand the bitch. She’s a terrible mom and my daughter doesn’t even like her. Which is saying something because Emma is the friendliest and sweetest five year old I’ve ever met. Well that’s not saying much, I’ve not spent a lot of time around other five year olds. Just mine.

  I’m a full time dad, who works long hours as a lawyer, running my own firm. Unfortunately, that means my poor baby girl is stuck at the babysitters after school until six, most nights, and even later on Monday’s and Wednesday’s when we have interoffice meetings.

  “Pllleeasssee, daddy, I really, really want to make pretty flowers.” Her sweet voice tugs at my heart and I give in. Good thing we’re almost to Faith’s anyhow.

  Lex

  “You’ve been a great help today.” My mom thanks me with a giant smile. I’ve been here at her store since this morning and it’s closing in on six already. We’ve finished ten arrangements and did some much needed cleaning. It’s been a rather productive day.

  “No problem, Mom. Makes me feel like a kid again.” I reply, throwing the cut stems from the draining sink into the trash.

  The front door chimes and I glance up.

  Gage! What is he doing here? And that must be his daughter.

  “Mrs. Faith!” The little girl screeches, letting go of her father’s hand and dashing toward my mother, who has knelt down, arms wide, with a huge ear-to-ear smile plastered on her face.

  I had no idea my mom even knew Gage, let alone his daughter.

  “Hi, Emma.” My mother singsongs and hugs her, smoothing the little girls long, almost black hair, down her back and kissing her cheek.

  “I missed you. I haven’t seen you in weeks.” Emma sadly whines.

  A chuckle bursts through the air and I turn to see Gage smiling just as much as my mom. I completely forgot he was here, and looking very handsome today in jeans and a hoodie, his brown hair gelled to perfection, like always.

  “Emma, we were here last week.” He reminds her still chuckling.

  “I know, but I want to come all the time.” The little girl adorably says, releasing my mother from a big hug.

  Folding the little girls hand into hers, my mom guides her toward me. “Emma, I want you to meet my daughter, Lex.” She says, gesturing her free hand at me.

  Emma looks me up and down a few times, a smile still playing on her face. She’s a very pretty little girl with green blue eyes like her father, her hair slightly darker than his, her skin pale white, almost like mine, and she has the most adorable button nose splattered with freckles and long dark eyelashes.

  Kneeling, to get to her eyelevel, I offer my hand to her and she accepts it. “How do you do, princess?” I sweetly greet, smiling back at her.

  “You’re very pretty.” She drops my hand and my mother’s, then gently cups my face, staring wondrously into my eyes.

  Gage gasps.

  Dropping my hands at my sides, I allow the girl to search my face with her eyes.

  “I’ve seen you before.” She states, in a near whisper. “You’re an angel.” Her face is serious, as she makes her statement. I’ve never seen this beautiful little princess before, but she seems to think she’s met or seen me before. Hum…..

  I kneel for what seems like forever and her tiny warm hands never leave my cheeks. It’s like she’s trying to place something in her mind, as her face scrunches up, deep in thought.

  “You’re very pretty too.” I finally compliment, and she smiles wide and giggles. “I love your dress, I wish I had a dress that lovely.” I add.

  Emma giggles louder and blushes, dropping her hands from my face.

  I turn my gaze to look at my mom who’s staring starry eyed at us and Gage whose eyes are nearly bugging out of his head watching me and his precious daughter. I guess we kind of freaked them out. I’m guessing Emma doesn’t act this way with everybody.

  Standing, I nervously smooth my dress down my sides and Emma takes my hand, holding it. I guess she’s decided she likes me. Her other hand reaches out and steals my mom’s.

  “Daddy, we’re good. You can go now.”

  Gage hasn’t spoken a word and he can’t stop staring.

  “Daddy….” She whines.

  “Sorry honey, okay, daddy will be back in an hour.” He says and looks to my mom who nods. Then he turns and out the chiming doors he goes.

  For the next hour Emma, my mom and I, make a small pink, red and white carnation arrangement. Emma stands on a step ladder in her pink dress and helps place the flowers into the vase. She’s quite the little helper. The entire time she’s been chatting away about girly stuff. She loves My Little Pony and makeup. She gushes about how great of a daddy she has, and the women at the bar seemed to be correct about her mother. Emma doesn’t care for her. She explained that when she visits they don’t do a thing and her mommy doesn’t talk to her. As Emma finishes up with her pretty arrangement, my mother grabs my arm and tugs me to the side of the room.

  “Why did you fail to mention working with a five year old?” I chastise, for not telling me, giving her a firm expression.

  “It never came up.” She shrugs. “Gage brings Emma in on the weekends when he needs an hour to himself. I offered when he came in once and Emma couldn’t stop glancing at the flowers and asking questions. He needed to leave to get groceries and I told him I’d watch her. That was six months ago. Since then, she’s been my weekend buddy.” She explains as we both keep an eye on Emma out of the corner of our eyes.

  The door chimes and Gage comes strolling in. Emma’s face lights up when she sees her father and excitedly exclaims, “Look daddy!” Pointing at her creation.

  “That’s great baby, but we got to get you home and into the bath. Daddy’s got a long day of work tomorrow.”

  Emma frowns, sadly stating. “I have to stay at Shelly’s late.”

  Nodding, he unhappily replies, “Yes, baby,” and comes around the counter and picks her up, wrapping her legs around his side. His arm anchors her safely against his body, as his free hand grabs her flowers.

  Gage thanks us and Emma waves goodbye. They leave and my suddenly heart
aches to see them go. I really love that little girl. She has a personality that crawls inside and nests in your heart.

  “Why’s she sad about Monday?” I turn and ask my mother, as the front door comes to a full close.

  “Monday’s and Wednesday’s Gage works late. Emma has to stay at the sitters until bedtime.”

  I don’t know what washes over me. One second I’m standing in my mother’s floral shop and the next I am charging out the front door, bare foot, running down the sidewalk towards Gage’s SUV, yelling, “Wait! Wait!” My arms flailing in the air.

  Gage shuts the rear passenger door and smiles as he sees me running. I come to a halt on the curb next to his truck.

  “Can I help you, Lex?” He’s laughing at me now and I frown.

  “Does Emma like going to the sitters?” Out of breath I ask. My hands on my hips, my chest rising and falling, trying to catch my breath.

  “No. Why?” his voice and scrunched face, tells me he’s confused at my question.

  “Let me take her. I’ll watch her on Monday’s and Wednesday’s when you have to work late. She can stay with me.” I huff out. Apparently yoga helps with some of my stamina but not my running ability. I hate to run.

  “You work, Lex. She gets out of school at 3:30 and I don’t pick her up until late. Sometimes nine at night.”

  Oh… I guess I didn’t realize she got out of school that early. But I’m the boss and I can leave work whenever I want. I feel sorry for Emma, she doesn’t like her mom and Gage obviously needs the help. I want to help. That’s sort of my thing, I suppose, and he did nearly go to jail for bashing Corey’s face in for me. I own him this much.

  “Are you forgetting I own my company? I can leave whenever I want. If you work too late and are worried about waking her, she can stay the night and you can come by in the mornings to take her to school. Roni and I do tea in the mornings and I’m sure Emma would love that. I know Roni would be okay with her joining us. I could use a little more time off work and spending time with her might be good for the both of us.”

  The loving expression on his face says it all. As he looks to his truck and back at me, his eyes turn soft and his face melts into a smoldering sexy wonderment. That fires something deep inside my belly and butterflies start to dance around my heart. I swallow hard and bite my lip as he stares at me. His eyes slowly hooding themselves turn my insides to mush. God, he’s gorgeous.

  “Lex, stop biting your lip.” He huskily states, the air between us changing from normal to carnal magnetism. I can feel it filling my lungs with moist need.

  “Sorry.” I mutter, and chew the inside of my cheek instead, unable to break my eyes from him.

  “If you do this, you realize you’re welcoming me into your life. Where Emma goes, I go. And I already want you….” His hand reaches out and ever so slightly brushes down the length of my arm, sending sparks of wanton pleasure from head to toe. My breath hitches and I suppress a groan that wants to break free.

  I don’t know why I feel this way about this man. He’s like a flame and I’m the moth, completely drawn to him. So delectably sexy and one hundred percent untouchable. He would not like my lady, no matter what Lincoln says.

  Shaking my head, I intake a deep lungful of air to relax my sexual desires that are sizzling between my legs.

  “I know, but I like Emma and I want to be there for her.” I explain, with a half ways normal tone. Sounding much better than I expected.

  “Okay, I’ll tell the school you’re picking her up tomorrow, and I’ll text later tomorrow to let you know how late I’ll be. Thanks.” He smiles and steps up onto the curb, pulling me into an awkward hug.

  “You’re welcome.” I breathe, inhaling him. Why does he have to smell just as good as he looks? It’s not fair. It should be illegal to be this hot.

  Kissing my forehead, he releases me and goes around to the driver’s side of his truck. I wait and watch as they pull away. I can’t believe what I walked myself into. One second I hate Gage, the next he’s beating Corey up, and asking me out. Then I meet his delightful daughter and I can’t wait to spend some girl time with her tomorrow. It’s strange how much a week can change someone.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Monday

  Daniel

  “Daniel, I need you.” My boss wantonly calls, swiftly walking into her office looking sexy as hell in a tight red dress, leaving the door open. I know that tone. Lex is horny and I’d love nothing more than to suck her pretty girl cock into my mouth and drink her come. The come that I dream about swallowing. It’s that good. I’m already hard thinking about it. This is truly the best job on the planet. I get to suck my boss off and on rare occasions she lets me tongue her ass and finger it. I love when I get to do that. Everything about her is sexy. The way she talks, walks, dresses, her confidence, and especially her big heart. Plus, the pay is good.

  But I can’t get her off today. I made a promise that I wouldn’t. I got a call this weekend from the man I now know as, Suit Master. The man Lex has been blowing off, he’s in love with her. Apparently he knows all about mine and Lex’s little sexual arrangement and he threatened that if I didn’t tell her no, he’d make sure my cock never worked again. I don’t think I’ll push my limits. He sounded pretty serious.

  “Daniel.” She calls louder this time, her voice cracking with even more need.

  What do I say? Sorry boss I don’t want to get you off anymore? I can’t lie. I do want to. I love it. Even though I do, I refuse to put myself in harm’s way to suck her perfect girl dick. Nothing in life is worth risking my own manhood.

  I stand and walk into her office and blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “Sorry boss, I can’t. I’ve started seeing someone and it doesn’t feel right.” I explain.

  Please…please…please…buy it, and not be angry.

  Glancing up from the paperwork on her desk, she smirks at me.

  “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

  “It’s new.” I shrug. I think she’s buying it. Thank God!

  “That’s okay; I’ll just live with it. I’ve been so horny though. The lady aches, I haven’t played with her in a while. Maybe I should.” She breathily states and I see her hand disappear from her desk and I know it’s going to her privates.

  Just hearing her talk about her girl cock is making me drool and knowing she’s touching it with me in the room. I’m about the bust at the damn seams.

  A small moan escapes her mouth and she leans back in her chair. Oh, the hell with it. I can’t take it anymore. Quickly shutting the door and flipping the lock, I get on my knees and crawl to her. Rounding her desk I see that she’s already lowered her sexy blue panties around her ankles and her dress is up around her waist. Her pretty girl cock is dripping its glistening pre-come for me and her hand is slowly stroking it.

  “It’s okay, Daniel, I’ll be okay.” She moans, throwing her head back and biting her lip.

  “I want to boss. I love it.” I grunt, unzipping my own fly and pulling out my meat.

  I fist my throbbing cock and lean over Lex, wrapping my mouth around her, sucking her lady all the way back into my throat.

  Her hands thread into my hair and she huskily moans. “Yes, Daniel, just like that.” She thrusts, filling my mouth.

  Sucking on her silken rod, I moan in my throat, frantically fucking my fist. Damn I love when I get to do this!

  “I’m close.” She breathily states, sliding herself in and out of my dripping mouth. Her eyes boring into me, biting her lips as she watches me pleasure her. “Don’t stop.” Her face contorts into the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen and I suck on her harder and faster.

  “Yes….” She hisses, tugging my hair, jerking into my mouth, filling it with her deliciousness. I hum in my throat and I swallow, licking my lips, as I pull her lady cock from my mouth. A perfectly sated smile pulls at the corners of her lips and she turns my head to the side, resting it on her thigh.

  “Finish.” She orders in a whisper,
lovingly combing her fingers through my hair. Following her instructions, I close my eyes and pump my cock up and down, frantically. Soon my come starts to shoot and I catch it in my hands. Reaching down she hands me a tissue and I lift my head from her thigh and sit back on my heels. Wiping my mess off with the tissue and tucking my dick away.

  Once I stand, she grabs my hand, smiles up at me and says. “Thank you.”

  “No problem, boss.” I smile back and drop the tissue in the trash on my way out the door.

  I pray I didn’t just cost myself my manhood by servicing her, but she’s impossible to say no to. She’s an addiction and I can see why so many men lust after her.

  Lex

  “Lex!” Emma skips out of the glass front doors of her school toward me, her backpack swallowing up her tiny body. Gage put her hair into pigtails today and she’s wearing a purple floral dress and white Maryjane’s. A little girl after my own heart.

  “Hi, Emma.” I crouch, making sure my red dress isn’t riding up the back. Her little arms wrap around my neck and I pick her up, carrying her on my hip just like Gage did yesterday.

  “How was school?” I ask walking along the sidewalk toward my VW Bug that’s parked down the car-lined street.

  This morning Daniel serviced me as soon as I got to work. I was so turned on from seeing Gage yesterday I hardly slept last night. At noon today, Gage’s secretary Megan, who I’ve decided I hate, dropped Emma’s car seat off to me, but not before, she raked me up and down with disgusted eyes and a snooty upturned nose. Megan’s a pretty girl, early twenties, red hair, brown eyes, curvy, and small breasted. I noticed her staring enviously at my chest more than once when she dropped off the car seat. Then this afternoon, I had another flower arrangement delivered from the Suit Master, no surprise there. Although he hasn’t texted all day. Which kind of surprises me, and if I’m honest, a little sad. I don’t know why but his little games are enticing. They keep me on my toes.