Free Heels of Love (G Street Chronicles Presents From Love to Loathe Series) by Phoenix Rayne

I grinned from ear to ear.
    “Ah, there it is. Did I hear a smile approach your face?”
    I cleared my throat, and then I was back to serious. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” At that very moment O buzzed me and told me I had another delivery. “I have to go,” I grinned into the phone.
    “Can you do me a favor?” he asked.
    “What?” I snapped. “Can you wear that sparkly off the shoulder piece tonight?”
    I sucked in a deep breath, my heart was racing now. Just the thought of his hands on me made my mouth water. I blew out a slow breath, and then I calmed myself. “I will see what I can do. See you at six.” I hung up and went right to reception area.
    The sight of this delivery was…the vase was massive, and it had that cracked look, and it held the most peculiar flowers I had ever seen. All of them were amazing, but there was one that stood out from them all. You could tell the florist had arranged all the other flowers around this one. There were twenty-eight flowers, and there was a syllabus to explain what each one was. The one flower that caught everyone’s passing eye was something called a Rafflesia Arnoldii Corpse. It had no stems, leaves or visible roots. It had five buds that were each the size of cabbages. It was blood red with beige spots all over it. The arrangement now had groupies surrounding it. Everyone was mesmerized with the arrangement. O looked as if she would cry if I removed it from her desk. I plucked the card out and gave it one last sniff. “Enjoy them O,” I called out to her.
    “Ohh, Cricket!” she crooned. I walked back towards my office. I could hear more people walking up admiring the flowers. I heard O tell each one of them, “Oh, they’re not mine, but one of bosses insisted that they stay here for everyone to admire,” she chanted.
    I closed my office door and opened the card. “I hope you enjoy these bold and very non-boring flowers.” I pulled my phone out immediately and went straight to the contacts. I stored Jyme’s name and gave him a very special ringtone: Beyoncé’s, Video Phone . That song meant a lot to me even though the lyrics hadn’t a thing to do with him.
    Randy buzzed me at five fifty advising me that Mr. Samson was on his way up. I unlocked the door and stood there for his arrival. I had managed to wear the little sparkly off the shoulder number he had requested. I decided to wear my hair up in a rhinestone banana clip. He wanted my neck exposed for some reason; he wouldn’t have asked me to wear this shirt otherwise. I wore dark denim stiletto jeans with sparkly platforms. I had diamond hoops in my ears, and I wore a gaudy ring. My make-up was flawless, all except for my lip gloss, which resided in my clutch. He opened the door, and I walked towards him. He froze as I sauntered over. He wore a black fitting V-neck t-shirt with a grey opened vest, denim pants, and a pair of black boots. His ponytail was underneath a black fedora. He shut the door, and I wrapped my arms around him.
    “Thank you for the flowers.” I pressed my lips against his, and he pressed me against the sidewall. His fingers intertwined with my silver chain belt. We kissed very nosily, and our breathing belonged in a porn video. His hand rubbed every inch of me, and I tried to mimic him. My cell phone chimed, and we stopped, both of us breathing as if we ran a marathon.
    I pulled away from him and walked over to my clutch. I had a missed call from the front desk. I called the number back, and Randy told me that I had a delivery. He said he would send it right up. I went into the new and massive bedroom and applied my lip gloss.
    This new condo was even more amazing than the other. This one had two bedrooms and three walk-in closets. I also had two and half baths and two balconies. This color scheme was silver, grays, and royal blue, and I loved it.
    There was knocking at the door, and I asked Jyme to get it. After I applied my lip liner and lip gloss, I walked