Page 58 of The Dragon 1
“It is.”
I looked down at the other package and opened it. “O-kay. . .let’s see what the other gift is.”
I tore through the gold paper.
A plant sat inside.
Instead of a vase, it rested in a glass tray with tiny smooth pebbles. A sweet scent rose from it.
What's that beautiful smell?
It reminded me of strawberries mixed with cream.
The flower sensually arched forward with two large lavender petals folding over on the sides, inviting the viewer to peer into her opening. In the center were two tiny, pink petals folded inward.
Uh. . .What the hell?
I wasn't a perverted person but I did try to discover the deeper meaning and origin of things that sat before me.
Therefore, I could not ignore the erotic vibe radiating from that lush plant. It teased at my senses—captivating my eyes, luring my nose into memories of fingers sliding against skin.
I stroked one of the soft petals. A silky texture greeted my fingertips. “Is it just me or does this flower look like a vagina?”
Snorting, Zo covered his mouth. “Oh no. It’s not just you. The name of it isclitoria.”
“Stop playing. That’s not funny.”
“It’s true.”
“How do you even know something like that?”
“How do you not?” He chuckled. “It’s my favorite sort of plant, but I've never given one to a woman before.”
“Because you're the cheapest man alive and do your best to get panties without spending money.”
“Sex shouldn't have a price on it. Only shoes and other important things.”
“This from a guy who sleeps with an average of two women a day.”
“Only on the weekends.”
“Man whore.”
“You're one to talk, sweetie.” He winked at me.
“Oh, go back to being scared and pacing,” I lifted it out of the box. “Well, hello clitoria.”
Did the Dragon give every woman a vagina flower?
I grinned. “These are by far two of the most interesting gifts I’ve ever received from a man. A vagina flower and fantasy book. I don’t know if I should be disgusted, impressed, or freaked out by them.”
“Confusion and humor were probably his intention. Put it on my balcony so it can get some sun tomorrow. We don’t want your clit to wither away and die.”
“Very funny.”
“Also, make sure to keep your clit wet and feed it as much as possible.”
“Ha-ha.” I rolled my eyes.
