Page 58 of Coming Up Roses
“They’re delicious,” I say. “Have a great day.”
“You too, Flynn,” she says, the shy smile still on her face, but a little glimmer of pride is shining through.
I’m out on the street, an armload full of food and balancing two coffee cups in my hands when I realise I now have to see Abi again.
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ABI
I hearFlynn’s ute in my driveway just as I’m finishing getting ready. I grab my bag—fully loaded with anything I could think of that I might need today—and head for the door, locking it behind me before Flynn even has a chance to get out of the ute.
I shove my bag into the backseat and climb into the front where there’s a coffee sitting in the cup holder and a paper bag on the console between us. Flynn’s already taking huge bites out of a toasted roll filled with bacon, eggs, cheese and spinach. There’s aioli or some kind of sauce at the corner of his mouth and I want to lean over and lick it off.
“Breakfast,” he says between mouthfuls, gesturing to the bag.
“That smells and looks amazing,” I say.
“It is.”
I laugh. “I can tell.” Before I have a chance to stop myself, my hand is reaching out, swiping that stray bit of sauce off his mouth with my thumb.
He freezes as my skin connects with his. His eyes are wide and fixed on mine. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m supposed to be giving him space and time to get his head around everything. I’m not supposed to be pushing all his buttons.
But the way he’s watching me … it’s like he wants to devour me instead of the sandwich in his hand.
Before I have the chance to pull my hand back—because this whole interaction is happening in a weird slow motion—Flynn turns his head and sucks my thumb into his mouth, licking the sauce off.
Okay, so maybe he doesn’t need as much time as I thought.
As soon as I have the thought, Flynn’s eyes fly wide, a look of panic on his features.
I pull my hand away, tangling my fingers in my lap and pressing my hands firmly into my thighs so I don’t climb over and straddle him right here in the driveway.
At least I’m sure where I stand on the situation.
I want his hands on me again. I want his mouth on me. I want to explore every inch of his body, feel every part of him. I want to feel the hard cock I had in my hand last night in other places.
I have to rein in my thoughts. Today is not the day for thinking about sex. Today Flynn is my co-worker. He’s going to help me pull off this wedding and another time … Another time we’ll get back to the sex stuff. If he wants.
I buckle my seatbelt and unwrap my sandwich, then glance at Flynn, who’s sitting in the driver’s seat, staring at the house.
“Are you okay?” I ask, unsure I want to hear the answer.
Flynn blinks, shakes his head and turns to me, plastering asmile on his face. “Great,” he says. “Let’s go deal with this wedding, huh?”
Somehow,Flynn and I make it through the day without me climbing him like a tree.
Fuck he’s hot.
But also, I’ve been very, very busy. It’s been all on from the moment we arrived back at the farm. Because of the flower mix-up and our late night, my day started a lot later than planned. But with Flynn’s help, we managed to get everything set up in time for the wedding couple’s family to arrive and add their touches.
The wedding itself went off without a hitch and the last guests have just driven out of the driveway, along with the bar and catering staff. I watch their taillights disappear over the hill and release a huge sigh of relief.
We did it. The Barclay wedding is over.
“Great job,” Olivia says, coming to stand next to me as I stare out into the night. The sky is so clear tonight that I can see every one of the bazillion stars in the sky. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
“You smashed it, Rosie,” Flynn says, rushing around the corner after helping the bar staff pack everything into the outside chiller and scooping me into a hug, spinning me around once before realising I’m not alone. “Oh, hey Liv,” he says. “Didn’t Abi do great?”
