Valentine's is by far the busiest time of year at her modest flower shop; in the days leading up to the big event of love, hundreds of men and women passed through her doors to purchase the perfect selections of flowers and plants for their loved ones. She usually played the part of the helpful salesperson, smiling and offering her advice to help customers find what they were looking for; but she always felt hollow and restless inside, aching for something wicked that lay just beyond her reach.
Then he walked into her shop one cold Valentine's night, and immediately took her breath away. Smiling, he strode towards the counter where she stood, his tawny eyes shining in the light. By the time he reached her and opened his mouth to speak, she knew that she had to have him.
His voice flowed like warm honey as his eyes, bright with recognition, locked with hers.
"Excuse me, Miss. I'm looking for a nice, romantic bouquet of flowers for someone special. Could you help me out?"
Bella felt her face flush with heat as she forcibly dragged her thoughts away from ravishing this handsome, sexy man on the floor for everyone to see as they passed the glass doors.
She cleared her throat. "Sure. What type of flowers do you have in mind?"
His gaze held hers steadily, but his eyes betrayed a hint of cluelessness on the subject. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing out loud as he thought over the question.
"Roses, of course. Don't all women like roses?"
Bella couldn't control the giggle that erupted from her throat. "Don't all... Sure, roses are very popular, but isn't it a little unfair to make a judgement like that? Not all women are the same, you know. There are as many types of women as there are species of flowers, in my opinion."
He grinned at that, and she felt her insides melt at the sight of his wonderful smile. He leaned forward, and she had to remind herself to breathe as he focused on her, his voice seductive. Challenging.
"So, what kinds of flowers do
you
prefer, Ms. Expert?"
Standing on her tiptoes, Bella brought her lips to his ear and teased him with her hot breath.
"I thought you'd never ask."
He shivered as she said the words, and she drew her head back, a feeling of triumph washing over her. She stepped away from the counter, unnecessarily brushing against him as she made her way towards the front door. It was closing time, and she sure as hell didn't want anything to interrupt her plans.
Bella's special customer said nothing as she put up the "Closed" sign, drew the blinds and locked the door, watching her with amusement and growing arousal. "What are you doing, Miss?"
Turning to him, she licked her lips, watching his eyes settle on them before moving down to her breasts. She took a deep breath, her mounds pushing out for him, mesmerizing him. She knew she had him.
She cleared her throat again, and his eyes shot back up to hers. She brushed past him again, lingering against the bulge that strained in his slacks before walking towards a beaded curtain.
"I'm going to give you a private tour of my favorite flowers. The greenhouse is this way."
Bella went through without waiting for him, knowing that he would follow her. She could feel his eyes on her swaying ass as she walked in front of him, taunting him with her nearness, her scent. He wanted her, but she wanted to make him wait a little longer before getting her.
Together they entered the lush, steamy indoor greenhouse, and she watched him from beneath her lowered eyelashes as he took in the intoxicating sight and smell of the hundreds of flowers and plants that surrounded them. He breathed the fragrant air, his chest pumping like bellows.
His amber eyes found hers again, and she saw the wonder in their depths.
"All these are your favorites? There isn't a rose anywhere to be found here."
The heat was starting to get to Bella; she stripped out of her confining sweater to reveal her white silk blouse, the sudden temperature change affecting her nipples, making them tent the fabric. He stared at them openly, his hands twitching with the effort it took not to reach out for her.
"I told you that all women aren't the same in that regard. I'm not like other women."
His voice was husky with desire. "I'm starting to realize that."
She let him read the hunger in her eyes before she turned away from him, removing temptation from his reach. She felt it too, and her voice shook slightly as she began to talk about her collection of flowers.
"Where can I begin? Here are my geraniums, which can bloom all year round if well cared for..."
Bella gave her speech, the words falling from her lips without meaning. She wanted him. She wanted to feel him hard against her, pumping into her amongst the blossoming flowers until they both came.
His hand rested on the small of her back; she felt the heat of his large, strong hand through the silk of her blouse, felt the slight tremble, and she knew that his thoughts ran the same course as hers.
It was time to act.
They approached the giant Amaryllis flower, its long and thick stalk and bulbous head reminding her anew of its nickname, "The Boy Plant," and making the moistness between her thighs rival that of the greenhouse itself.
Bella tenderly wrapped her hand around the plant the way she wanted to hold and stroke his cock, her fingers cradling the tightly furled bud as she met his eyes. He watched her fondle it, and she saw a twitch of response in his pants. She ran her hand up and down the stalk slowly, taunting him.
"I have a special place in my heart for this plant, as you can clearly guess."
His breath was audible in the silence, his voice gutteral. "Come here."
She smiled wickedly at him, and he groaned and took her into his arms. He kissed every inch of her face, whispering to her in between each touch of his lips on hers.
"You are such a fucking tease, Bella..."
