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Interesting. This wasn’t the old dude—forgot his name, shit happens—who used to deliver the hotel’s flowers.
Oh, right. Reece, our purchasing manager, informed me the dude had moved on to bigger and better things.
As in died.
Meaning I have a new toy to play with.
Normally, people steered as far away from me as possible.
Flipping my knife between my fingers or my psycho smile weren’t exactly inviting.
I hadn’t laid a finger on any of our suppliers—for no reason, anyway.
This girl was different. I couldn’t see her. Other than the skirt and the long sleeves of her red dress with the bone prints on it, that is. I squinted my eyes and there, a button nose and red lips peeking between the vases.
That wasn’t enough. I craved for more. Wanted to make her melodic voice a hoarse one after she choked on my cock.
Only after I toyed with her.
No. After I helped her.
For once, I didn’t care if anyone witnessed me on my best behavior.
My twisted heart needed to be her savior. Her dark, perverted knight.
“Did you go?” Her head shifted to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of me.
She couldn’t, with how big those vases were. Even though we were in the lobby of the hotel and she only just walked in, I got pissed off no one offered her help.
I’d have murdered our entire staff for ignoring her. Except Killian wouldn’t have been pleased.
“I’m here.” My dress shoes clanked on the black and gold granite floors and I opened my arms out. “Let me carry these for you.”
Lauren, our head housekeeper, tilted her head as she walked toward us. Finally, someone here decided to be useful.
“I’ll take it from here.” Her voice had a lilt to it. The middle-aged, gray-haired woman was afraid of my reaction. Not for herself.
For the mysterious flower girl.
“I have this.” No way was anyone monopolizing the Flower Girl’s time. It was mine.
Mine.
“Oh, wow, everyone’s so nice around here.” Flower girl spread out her fingers, allowing me to grab the vases.
If she only knew.
Lauren patted the front of her black uniform shirt and mouthed, “Conference room number three.” Then she spun on her heel, leaving us be.
“Thank you,” Flower Girl sang to me.
I moved the vases to one side to peek at my new toy.
Behind stems and flowers, in the dimly lit lobby of our hotel, I checked her out.
The most beautiful human being I’d ever come across.
Her blond hair was knotted in two messy buns at her nape. Her brown eyes twinkled. Dark, thick eyelashes fluttered. I had a full view of her painted red pillowy lips and I was moments from biting them.
