Maya snorted. “Uh-huh. I’d be enthusiastic too if I got flowers like that. Whoever sent those is not just a client.”
Lexi said nothing.
When Maya left, Lexi turned back to the bouquet. Her fingers brushed the soft petals as her mind warred with itself.
She had work. Meetings. Deadlines.
But she also had a man who knew how to unravel her with just a few words.
She grabbed her phone and texted Julian.
Lexi: I’m busy. I’m not some girl you can summon with flowers and expect me to come running.
The reply came almost instantly.
Julian: You’re not just some girl. You’re mine.
And I don’t like being kept waiting.
Her throat dried. She leaned back in her chair, letting her eyes flutter shut for a brief moment. The audacity of him. The power in those words. But what made it worse—what mad
