Cupid Get's Struck - Page 48

I glance at the clock and remind myself in a few hours I'll be with her again. And this time I’m not letting her get away. There isn't another option or I'll lose my fucking mind. I need to mark her as mine or I’m going to come out of my skin. Every thought I have is filled with her, and this beastly desire is driving me to ravage her.

"Beau," Mrs. Barton says in a sugary sweet voice.

I stand from my chair, trying to clear my thoughts as she comes over toward me. She’s coming in for a hug and a double cheek kiss. I can’t handle it today and I extended my hand for a shake to stop her, unable to stand the thought of her touching me. Right now, I’m filled with the memory of my sunshine’s sweet scent and I don’t want this woman’s perfume to invade that.

She rolls her eyes at me but takes my hand and shakes it. "Always so formal," she huffs before taking her seat. I take mine across from her, putting some distance between us.

"I told you to dress like you were going to church." My tone is bored but firm.

"Sorry, I don't own anything like that." She smirks before shooting me a wink. I bring my fingers to my temples and press them, questioning why I became a divorce lawyer.

"Lucky for you, I'm prepared," I say, letting out a sigh. We keep a closet of women's suit jackets and other pieces of clothing just for moments like this. Eighty percent of my clients are women. I won a giant divorce settlement for a woman my first year out of law school and now every woman wanting to divorce their husband thinks I'm the man to go to. Maybe I am because I'm good at it, but it’s not doing my soul any favors.

"I love having my own personal Boy Scout saving the day." She moves to the edge of her seat and leans forward, trying to give me an eyeful of her cleavage. I have to fight the urge to say something snide. Sadly I'm used to this kind of behavior.

"I sent over another offer," I tell her. "If they don't take it in the next…" I glance at the clock on my computer. "…Twenty minutes we’ll go straight to the court house." She gives me a pout, and I have no fucking clue why. "Let's go over a few things."

"We've gone over everything. I'm sick of talking about it. Let's talk about something more interesting. Like…" The pout is gone and a sinister smile spreads on her lips. How did her husband fall for this shit?

My mind flashes to my blonde ray of sunshine. I'd fall for anything when it comes to her.

"I'm going to be single and freshly divorced by the end of the day. What are your plans tonight?"

My plans are to have a beautiful blonde underneath me as my name falls from her lips and she begs me to stop eating her pussy. But I don’t tell her that.

"Beau!" Mrs. Barton snaps, breaking me from my thoughts of Dove. I fight back a growl.

"I'm seeing someone," I say simply, as if it's old news.

"Oh, well. No one has to know." The smile on her face grows even bigger, then she bites her lip. I'm guessing it’s an attempt to be sexy.

I've had enough. "Mrs. Barton—" I'm cut off when the intercom on my phone goes off.

"Call on line two, Mr. Heart. It's Thompson and Thompson," Katie says. I grab for the phone, glad to have the interruption. Hopefully this call is their client taking our offer so I can get Mrs. Barton out of my life by the end of the day.



"Earth to Dove." Sue snaps her fingers in front of my face, clearing thoughts of the coffee shop and Beau from my mind.

"Sorry," I tell her as I flip the page in the order book. I try to look like I’m working and not daydreaming.

"All I want to know is how coffee went this morning." She wiggles her eyebrows.

Why do I have such a big mouth? I can't stop talking about Beau to my friends. I had to, though. I needed their help. Well, I thought I did. Things look like they might be taking the next step on their own without me having to make a move. Thank goodness.

"I'm guessing by that blush it went well," Sue giggles.

Sue owns the flower shop. I've worked here for about a year and I really enjoy it. I love flowers and putting different ones together to make beautiful creations. I know they’ll bring joy to people, and that makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

"I think we have a date tonight," I sheepishly admit. I glance over at her, and Sue is smiling at me. She does a little jump, making her short gray curls bounce. I swear sometimes she has more energy than I do.

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