The flaw with his plan was that he still had to go to work. Which involved other people, who cared about the holiday. Many of the women had their office spaces decked in hearts, flowers, and little cupids, but he could ignore that. Marketing-influenced crap, same as every other holiday, and he liked the color red, although the overwhelming pink was a bit much. Still, the decorations weren’t too bad.
Watching flowers, chocolates, and edible fruit arrangements be delivered to every woman—and a few of the men—in the office? That was bad.
Not that he wanted flowers or anything—though by lunch he’d stolen a few chocolates and strawberries from Clare, the assistant he shared a space with. He didn’t want to be wooed or won over on this holiday, but every flower delivery, and even one embarrassi
