2X The Heat (2X The Pleasure 1)

“Nope, I was not. And you’re right, I don’t usually do stuff like that.” I agreed. The microwave dinged with my pot pie. I got it out to cool down.

“Well tell me more! What did he look like?” she started steaming the dress again. It was like looking at it brought everything back, even the stirring inside of my belly.

“Um, a god.” I giggled, grabbing a glass of sparkling water from the fridge.

I sat on the counter and ate.

“Deets, Emilia. Don’t hold off on me! I have had the worst dry spell, so I need to live vicariously through you.”

“Relax, this was a one-time thing. And he was hot,” I remembered his face, “dark blonde hair, green eyes. I didn’t really see his body but he felt really muscular. And firm, I guess. He was…amazing.”

“How amazing?” Ivy made a face. Sometimes I give people too much credit, but not this time.

“I came twice.”

“Holy shit!” She squealed.

I smiled and stuffed my face with pot pie so I wouldn’t get so hot and bothered.

“Yeah. And he seemed nice, I mean, we didn’t talk much at all. But he actually looked like he belonged there, so I doubt we’ll even be running into each other again.”

I very briefly thought of asking Sasha about him, but that wouldn’t go over too well. Hey, do you know an incredibly handsome—no dangerously sexy, blonde haired god with green eyes?

Yeah. It wouldn’t go over very well.

“Are you okay about the whole thing?”

I shrugged.

“I don’t think I regret it. I think I just want to see him again, and I know I can’t cause I don’t know his name or anything. And I just left him there. He had gone to get us drinks and I left before he got back.” I explained.

“Oh no, see I knew I ruined something!” she stomped her foot like she was throwing a tantrum and it made me laugh easily.

“You didn’t! I promise. It’s just one of those things that happen once and I get to look back on.”

“I guess. But what about everything else, did they like the arrangement?” I couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah. Sasha had come up to shortly after I got there, gushing about much she loved it. I was so relieved, I wasn’t sure what anyone would think. Even the guy commented on the flowers.”

“That’s so good! Just watch, your phone will be ringing off the hook soon.”

She stopped the steamer and sprayed the dress down, then she packaged it neatly inside of the garment bag. It was almost like she was sealing off the night and all the memories I had.

A lot of people commented on the flowers, Sasha told a few people who I was but after a few conversations, I was tired of talking about myself, so I had to escape. It was why I went outside in the first place. The water fountain was peaceful, the moonlight serene. And I had to admit that the arrangement did look good, I was just so glad to have done a good job.

I wished my mother could have seen it. Maybe not the other events of the night, but the ones where people told me I was an amazing florist. That I had a keen eye for design, and that they would love for me to do one of their events. I hoped it were true, I loved doing this one.

And it felt so good to really know what I want to do. I want to run that flower shop, and design the arrangements for events and weddings. It would be like putting my mother where she always wanted to be, showing people something beautiful.

The man from the party was just an odd bonus. One that was still running through my veins.

“You’re off somewhere.” Ivy said to me.

“Oh, I’m just thinking. I have to turn in.” I got off the counter and hugged her.

“Thanks so much for the dress.”

“No problem. I’ll lock up on my way out.”