Page 5 of The Floral Arrangement

My heart thudded.

Was I reading this situation right? Were we about to?—

Roz tossed the t-shirt on the restroom counter and stepped forward, her stunning, lean, shirtless body now only a foot from mine.

Oh god, I think this is actually happening.

Adrenaline rushed through me as Roz took another step toward me, now so close I could feel her soft, warm, whiskey-scented breath on my face and smell the hint of cedar I’d detected at the bar.

I swallowed.

“I think you’re very hot, Olivia,” Roz murmured, her voice low, “despite your terrible taste in t-shirts.”

The fine hairs on the back of my neck prickled.

I leaned forward, my nerves overcome by a bolt of desire for the woman in front of me.

My whole body quivered as we gazed into each other’s eyes, our heads moving closer in unison, as though a magnetic force was at work.

Oh shit.There was no doubt about it. This was sexual attraction alright. And on a completely different level to anything I’d experienced.

Our lips met, and my mind tipped off a ledge.

Our tongues tangled as our hands grabbed at each other’s bodies, hers on my butt and waist, mine on her upper back and neck. I was breathless, dizzy, completely intoit. Hunger roared through me. This kiss was unlike any other’.

Suddenly, my back was against the wall, Roz’s thigh pressing between my legs, sending a delicious pressure to the place that needed it most.Oh god.The need to be as close as humanly possible to this woman was all consuming. Nothing else mattered. I moaned.

An image of Roz tearing off my clothes, falling to her knees and satisfying my desires with those long, elegant fingers shot into my head, and I moaned even louder. Yes, we were in a public place, but I didn’t care. In fact, the thought of being discovered sent a small, surprising thrill of excitement shooting down my spine.

As if conjured by my fantasies, a creaking noise stilled our bodies and sent my eyelids shooting up.

The door to the restroom had opened, and a woman stood in its frame, her eyes widening as she took us in. Despite my earlier thoughts, I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. I dropped my hands and Roz stepped back.

“Sorry,” said the woman as she edged into a toilet stall, averting her gaze. “Don’t mind me.”

“Perhaps we should continue this somewhere more private,” Roz murmured, swiping my t-shirt off the counter. “If you’re okay with this just being a one-night thing?”

“Yes,” I said, ignoring the urge to grin wildly and pinch myself. This gorgeous, sophisticated older woman wanted to sleep withme?

Roz pulled my shirt over her head. Even though I was still buzzing from the kiss and from Roz’s invitation, I had to hold back a laugh.

Roz looked in the mirror and frowned. Her refined, sophisticated vibe was seriously undermined by the unfortunate pun.

The woman who’d interrupted our kiss exited the toilet stall, quickly washed her hands, and left.

I readjusted my jumpsuit, which had gotten out of alignment. “You’re more than welcome to come to my place, unless you’d rather parade me in front of your mom at your parents’ house.”

Roz snorted. “As appealing as that sounds, your place is preferable—assuming you don’t live withyourparents.”

I allowed myself to grin. “Nope, I live alone.”

“Your place it is, then.”

My stomach flipped. Only an hour ago, I wasn’t even sure whether I was interested in women. Now, I’d just had the best kiss of my life and was about to take an extremely hot woman back to my apartment.

“I might just use the restroom before we head off. I’ll meet you out there?” I didn’t need to pee, but I wanted a minute to take stock.

Roz nodded and left the restroom.

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