Page 29 of Chasing Lyric
“Our offices are in downtown LA, but I live in Beverly Park.”
My eyes widen.
Oh crap!
He’s rich.
Filthy rich.
Beverly Park is only for the wealthiest of the wealthy. I know, because I grew up there.
He needs to be with a socialite, a celebrity, or hell, a freaking princess from some European country for all I know, not some nobody florist from Laguna Beach.
“Holy crap,” I mumble under my breath as he slides out of the truck, then he rounds it, coming to my side.
I step out as he takes my hand. “Don’t let it stop us from having a good meal together, Lyri. You have a spark in you that I want to see shine bright.”
“Huh? What does that even mean?”
“I think you’re cool.”
“Oh, I see. But shouldn’t you be more interested in… I don’t know… like Kylie Jenner or something?”
He lightly chuckles. “No. We didn’t get along.” My eyes burst out of my head as I gasp. “Oh God, Lyri, I’m kidding. She’s not my type.”
Placing my hand on my hip, I glare at him. “You like messing with me, don’t you?”
He slyly smirks. “Yes… and it’s been the highlight of my day.”
“I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted.”
He leans in so close I can smell his intoxicating aftershave. It sends all my senses into overdrive. My heartbeat races up a notch as I stare into his eyes. They’re the color of the blue muscari flower, which is known for bringing hope and new beginnings, as well as symbolizing deep trust, dependability, and steadfastness.
I don’t know what’s going to happen with Chase, but a new beginning with him could be something nice. And if the color of his eyes is exactly like a flower that represents deep trust, then who am I to ignore what my profession tells me? I’m a florist, and his floral eyes are telling me that he is someone Icantrust.
“Definitely flattered, Starlight.” He leans closer, enough for me to open my eyes wider in shock as I think he’s going to kiss me. My heart hammers in my chest like a jackhammer. My muscles tense as I pucker my lips, welcoming the connection, when he suddenly diverts, shutting the truck door behind me. He pulls back, winks at me, and heads toward the shop.
I take a second to simply breathe.
A moment to gather myself.
If he’s going to play hardball, he doesn’t know who he’s going up against.
Because I can play right back.
Chase strolls inside my store, and I can’t help but admire his toned ass as I follow. The little bell on the door dings, and Rory peeks up at us, her eyes widening. “How was the road trip?” she calls out.
“Entertaining,” I reply.
“I bet it was,” Rory mumbles under her breath as Chase turns to peruse some of the arrangements. I move in behind him whilehe leans over, glancing at the price tags. I press my body against his, rubbing my chest purposely into his back, pointing to the bunch next to the one he’s currently looking at.
He tenses all over.
He knows what I’m doing, but he does nothing to stop me.
“I can do these for a marked-down price.” I angle my breasts so they rub against his arm. He clears his throat as I continue, “They’re going to be marked down tomorrow morning anyway.”
Chase admires my cleavage, then his eyes quickly shoot back up to mine. He’s obviously enjoying that I’m playing him as much as he’s playing me. He clears his throat, then stands taller, while I take a step back from him. Our bodies are still close together, though, as he turns to face me while holding a box of flowers.
