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The Flower Box
Alice longs for love. Oliver wants to give her flowers and candy until he thinks she has another lover. Will his jealousy drive him away from Alice or straight into her arms?

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Oliver threw the bread into the pond, and offered Alice his hand to shake.
“Oliver.” He told her his name in an effort to get hers.

She reached forward and shook his hand.

Her hand was small and cold in his, her skin soft and smooth. Oliver heard her speak, but his mind was on her lips, and the feel of her skin under his fingers. He thought her hand trembled and then he let go.
“Alice. Good to meet you.”

He was closer to her now. It surprised the hell out of him when desperation to kiss her came over him. He stared at her mouth, knowing he couldn’t do it. A woman would scream the place down if a man did that in the deserted park. He saw her lean as if drawn to kiss him too and then she blushed just faintly and looked away.

She fumbled in her coat pocket and brought out a cling wrapped piece of bread. As she gave the swan a piece of it, she talked softly and quickly.
“I wonder why the bird is alone. I know they hang out in groups or pairs at least. It seems lonely.”

Oliver stood by her side as close as he dared. It hadn’t occurred to him that he might really want this young woman. He’d thought of her as a project, and she could still be that, but everything about her attracted him right then.

She scrunched the wrapping up and put it in her pocket. She turned to go.
“I should get back to work.”

Oliver was so near her now he looked right into her eyes. He saw something he didn’t expect. He saw desire. Her eyes darkened at him and her expression baffled him. It was as if they were already lovers. She looked at him as if they knew each other well. He wanted her to stay.

“You’re right about the swan. It’s probably lonely. Its mate was killed in the summer.”
He saw her expression of sorrow and wanted to kiss it from her face.

“Oh, that’s so awful. Do you know what happened?”

Oliver sighed. “It’s not a pleasant story. Are you sure you want to hear it?”

Alice shook her head. “No.”

Oliver nodded. “Which way are you walking? I’ll walk with you, now I’ve upset you over the swan.” He would use any excuse to be with her longer. He wanted to hug her.

She waved her hand towards the path that led to the back park exit.
“I’m okay.”

He smiled. “I’m going that way too.”

They walked along toward the gates. Oliver got as close to her as he dared. The silence unnerved him and yet he couldn’t think straight to make small talk. More than halfway along the street where he knew the flower shop was situated, he grew desperate.
“Alice, what time do you finish work, maybe we could get coffee together? It’s been great talking with you.”

They were paces away from the shop and she stopped. She moved closer against a building so as not to clog the sidewalk.

Oliver stopped too. He waited.

“I’d like that, but I work late tonight. We’re doing late Thursday and Friday opening. It would be about nine forty-five before I was free.”

She looked hopeful and her eyes were full of another emotion Oliver couldn’t quite read. He had to hold himself back from grabbing her head and kissing her mouth hard. Somehow, her lips seemed fuller this close. Her eyes seemed dreamier. A wave of desire flooded Oliver’s lower stomach and rose up his body. He swallowed it down. His cock stirred as he saw her lick her bottom lip. She’s nervous or maybe she wants me too.

“I could come by then and pick you up. There’s a good cafĂ© at the end of the pedestrian precinct. We could walk there from the shop.” He knew he was gazing at her mouth, leaning closer. He put his hand on the wall of the building behind her. It enclosed them in intimacy.

She nodded. “Yes, that’s great. Thank you.”

He had to move and let her leave. It was hard to do. He walked with her to the flower shop and then in pretense at going further down the street he smiled. “See you tonight.”
Oliver made a right turn and darted down the alley leading to a street he knew wound back to the park’s back gates. There were shops along the alley and he glanced at them as he passed.
Get a grip. Get back to work.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Hot Ink Press All Rights Reserved

The Flower Box
A story to fall in love with.
The Flower Box contemporary romance from Hot Ink Press by Elodie Parkes
...It’s romantic – with a special sort of whimsical feel to it.  So… dreamlike.  Their path to happily ever after was intimate, erotic and full of a romantic passion.  The author created two characters that stick with you long after you’ve finished reading the last page.  Her story building was done to perfection, and I’m thrilled to have gotten the chance to experience this wonderful book. 
Reviewed by Cocktails and Books for Manic Readers with 5 yummy cocktails 

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  1. The Flower Box. I love that. At one point in my life I dreamed of having my own flower shop. :)

  2. Ah, that's such a lovely tease, and so romantic :-)


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