Baby love me

aked torso. She blinked and blinked, and then she blinked some more. She couldn't understand why a grown ma

dy that, Charlotte noted, any female would want in her bed, including her. Not that s

co dance, moving in time to the sound of the very popular music cu

ms. Not that she was a florist or a delivery person or anything. No, the florist was one of her best friends, Isabella, a

y orders for Valentine's Day, which was tomorrow, so the job was thrust upon her with little room for ar

idly at the half-naked male specimen standing before her. But my oh my, did she almost forget she was holding on to the bunch of roses because, heaven help her, this man

to the fact that she had never seen a naked man in the flesh in her whole twenty-nine years of life. If she had counted the time she had seen her young nephews during their bath time, however, then yes, maybe she had seen the male s

y, breaking the spell, and making her blink a few more times

peak, but the only sound that came out was, "Umm..." again. Knowing any attempt to speak again

t right in his gorgeous face. That took

voice. Even though it didn't sound anything like her natural

Just a little star

ch a nice voice, she

ingsong voice traveled from somewhere

at whoever it was, then s

d to smile at the woman she assumed to be his wife. Th

s. All the good and available ones were taken, whereas the ones that were ava

of gentleman breed had now completely vanished. In its place shone a glittering spark, those pupils exuding a strong, wicked gleam, like the devil about to p

ndressing her, causing her scarlet cheeks to burn even more. But before she could take a step bac

ove his tight grasp. "Naaaoooohhh." He shook his h

l sparkling w

s no use. His fingers were like dental clamps, wrapped around

er sentence, as she almost stumbled back

e of her mind when he interrupted her y

eductively on the threshold of the doorframe, contort

e?" Charlotte

ce drew out huskily. "You must like me; otherwise you wou

she saw a blonde entering her field of vision, str

the cheek, oblivious to Charlotte's presence. The w

dam's apple, until the man cleared his throat, draw

onde turned to face her. She too was only dressed in a loose

had the same significance as the potted plant displ

Casanova right in front of her again. "You too

ed. His eyes were roaming elsewhere, and

ight. And why am I still here anyway? Her job was done. She should get going. But somehow, though

r an evil glare. She said, "Why are you still her

was almost thirty, for God's sake. This bimbo was clearly her junior by almost a decade and had no right whatsoever to insult

on, they just didn't show respect to their elder

ists tight in self-determination, lifted her

alentine's Day." Casano

chalkboard, grating her eardrums. If Charlotte were to stay around listening to

about the roses and Valentine's Day. This blasted man wasn't this bimbo's husband. They were merely playmates. Oh, what was she saying? Why use euphemism? They'd practicall

a boiling kettle, she threw the bouquet in Casanova's face, grabbed both their towels, one in each hand, and yanked them off their bodies, exposing his and her anatom

ed on her heel and ran for her life, sprinting like the d

o catch her breath when she was halfway down the block because her

. Then she began to laugh-so hard her stomach hurt. Once she managed to calm down, she t

stupid thought

her biological clock was ticking, telling her it was almost time for her to start thinking

rse yet, where was she supposed to find the right key for her door? A naughty thought ran through h

her hand upon her chest to stop the thrashing beat of her heart. Otherwise, she might ha

the right key for her door? That beast was a playboy, a Casanova, who saw women as nothing above a piece of bacon. That shaggy dog man-beast,

all Isabella tonight to apologize for the turn of events. Isabella might lose one VIP client, bu

walk back to her car, her shoulders slumping, mentally c

r day came faster