Fatal Attraction

by Mia Ford

“On the back,” Miles said with a smile.

  I turned the frame over and read the inscription.

  One of the lilies that was in my room.

  The reason why we met.

  Chance

  I felt a short surge of emotions, and a small twinge in my chest. Stop playing hard to get. You’ve missed him, just admit it, and now he’s here and wants to see you. Go, goddamit!

  I looked from Miles to the frame, then back at Miles again. He stood there waiting, his smile unfaltering, his hands behind his back.

  “Give me fifteen minutes,” I finally said.

  * * *

  I had never been in a limousine before, and the drive back into town was amusing yet borderline uncomfortable. I felt like I was being whisked away by some rich guy back to his mansion, where he would show the small-town cottage girl all the wonders that gold could buy. It was pretentious to say the very least, but then again, I couldn’t expect Miles to pick me up in the old Chevy truck, right?

  A small crowd had gathered around where Polly’s store once stood, and I felt all eyes turn towards the car as it pulled up on the opposite side of the street where I was to get out. I hesitated, feeling a little awkward, scared of what the people watching and waiting would think once they saw me exit the car.

  Miles turned around and smiled at me. “I would open the door for you, but I have a feeling you’re already uncomfortable enough,” he said. “Unless you’d prefer it if I do.”

  “That’s alright, Miles, I can open a car door on my own,” I said, smiling awkwardly. I hesitated for the briefest of moments, took a deep breath, then let myself out.

  Everyone watched me as I approached the store, some smiling, others frowning in confusion as they tried to figure out what was going on. The cold weather had most of the onlookers crowded beside each other for warmth, but as I walked past them, they seemed to detach from each other just to get a better look.

  Chance was waiting for me near the door, and I froze in my tracks when I looked past the store windows into the space inside.

  The store had been turned into a retail greenhouse similar to the one behind my house. Flowers of all shapes and sizes decorated the store front, and inside I could make out rows of shelves and benches, all stocked with plants. My eyes slowly rose, and I gasped when I saw the sign hanging above the door.

  Ashlyn’s Flowers.

  I felt tears well up in my eyes, and my hands began to shake. I clenched them together, trying to force the tremors to stop, but couldn’t. My lower lip quivered, and I quickly bit down on it, fighting back the tears, willing myself to hold it together.

  “I always love it when you did that,” Chance said, coming up beside me.

  I looked at him, his blue eyes boring into mine and mesmerizing, his smile instantly making me melt. If it were possible, he looked even better than when he had last been here, and his face seemed to shine. His eyes had a mischievous little glint in them, and I could see he was proud of what he had accomplished, happy that I was reacting to his surprise this way.

  I fell in love with him right there and then. I quickly forgot about the lies he had fed me, the conviction I had that I could never be with him, the fact that I had been trying to get over him for almost four months now. All I felt now was a deep sense of longing, a wish that he would take me in his arms and press me to him, so that I could wrap my arms around his neck and tell him how much I had missed him.

  “Chance, what is this?” I asked, already knowing the answer but scared to admit it to myself.

  “It’s a flower shop,” Chance replied. “I thought that would be obvious.”

  I laughed, and a tear ran down the side of my face. “I can see that,” I said. “I mean, why is my name above the door of the flower shop?”

  “It has recently been brought to my attention that flowers are becoming the next big thing, and that with a proper store in the right place run by the right person, it could really be a flourishing business,” he said. “Pun not intended.”

  I smacked his arm and folded mine across my chest, my entire body now shaking in excitement. The store looked absolutely beautiful, and I knew that if I stepped inside, it would be even more breathtaking. I was at a loss for words, my emotions racing through me like tidal waves, crashing against each other, making me wish for the briefest of moments that I had just ignored the knocking on my door.

  And at the same time, I was extremely grateful I hadn’t.

  “It’s beautiful,” I finally said.

  “It’s yours,” Chance replied.

  I glanced at him and met his gaze. “Why?”

  “You wouldn’t come to Austin,” Chance said, “so I thought I’d come here to you.”

  “What?” I gasped, refusing to believe what I was hearing.

  “You wouldn’t answer my calls, or my texts, so I assumed you were still mad at me. I thought I needed an entrance if I wanted you to hear me out.”

  “I am still mad at you,” I said. “It’s going to take a lot more than a flower shop to make me come around.”

  “I can give you the limo,” Chance joked. “Call it a belated Christmas gift. Or a New Year’s Eve gift.

  “Seriously, Chance.”

  “I am serious,” he said. “I have two of them.”

  I laughed and shook my head in disbelief. “I don’t want your money, you jackass.”

  Chance laughed, took both my hands in his and turned me around so that I was looking right at him. “I know,” he said. “I’m not trying to buy you back into my life, Ashlyn. I’m here because I want to be a part of yours. I’ve wanted it since the moment I met you, but I had to go through a couple of lawsuits to realize it.”

  “You’re a very strange man,” I smiled.

  Chance shrugged. “One of my better traits.” He squeezed my hands softly, rubbing my knuckles with his thumbs. “I’m not going to lie to you. I do have a crazy life, and I won’t be able to leave my company after everything I’ve been through to build it. But I understand that it’s not all about me, and that I can’t expect you to do what I was unwilling to do myself. But I want to find a way. I want this to work. I need this to work.”

  I looked at the shop, then back at him. My mind raced, and I tried to come to terms with what he was asking of me. I didn’t know if we could pull it off. I didn’t know if there could be an ‘us’ with all the complications that came with it. But I was definitely willing to give it a shot. I couldn’t deny it anymore, couldn’t kid myself otherwise; I wanted Chance Ridder in my life. I needed him just as much as he needed me, and it didn’t scare me to admit that.

  “So what are you proposing, Mr. Ridder? A partnership?”

  Chance laughed and shrugged. “I’m not sure,” he said, “but I’m here on a ‘break’ for a week or two, so I’m sure we’ll figure it out somehow.”

  “Another sabbatical?” I asked.

  He leaned down, pulling me to him and locking his lips with mine. The kiss was so passionate, so loving, I felt my knees threaten to buckle beneath me.

  He broke away and cupped my chin, looking me straight in the eye. “This can be whatever we want it to be. Happy New Year, Ashlyn. I’ll do everything in my power to make this coming year amazing.”

  Chapter 18: Chance

  We spent most of the day in the store, with me walking her through everything we had done, each renovation made, and of course the sheer power of the software on her new computer that would allow her to grow the business and help her reach the potential I knew she could reach. All the time, I held her hand tight, keeping her close to me, not wanting to let her go.

  It had been almost impossible to keep the opening of Ashlyn’s Flowers a secret. Hank had been responsible for that, and the man was craftier than I had expected. He had been involved in the purchase of the store in every way, making sure Polly was compensated well for it and wouldn’t need to worry about money for a very long time. Of course, the one condition as that she not mention anything about who was buying the s
tore, or that she had sold it in the first place.

  Even the team that had been sent to oversee the renovations had been handpicked by Alice herself, each promised a bonus if they could maintain the work’s secrecy. We received constant reports from them, each day bringing us one step closer to the opening. Since the investment into the store was coming from my personal pocket, it had been easy to keep our work under wraps and away from prying eyes.

  I had hoped to have the place open by Christmas Eve, but that didn’t work out as planned (people took time off, vendors shut down), so New Year’s Eve was the target date to present the store to Ashlyn.

  All the while, I had imagined the look on Ashlyn’s face when she would finally witness the unveiling. Just thinking about that had made me anxious, and a couple of times I had to stop myself from texting her all about my plans and spoiling the surprise. It had been hell not being able to talk to her, even worse when I had tried to contact her and she wouldn’t answer. But with every rejection came the resolve that when my project was finally done, she wouldn’t be able to ignore me anymore.

  And it had worked. I had never seen her happier. She was like a child racing through a Toys R’ Us, high on the fact that every toy was theirs. She never stopped smiling, or crying for that matter, and by the time we were done and standing outside again, looking up at the new sign above the door, I felt like it was all worth the wait.

  Ashlyn leaned against my arm and rested her head against my shoulder. “So, how long did you say this sabbatical was again?”

  “Two weeks,” I replied, wrapping an arm around her and holding her tight.

  “I’m glad this one’s longer,” she said.

  “Well, no one’s trying to steal my company, and my truck didn’t break down on the interstate,” I smiled. “I actually planned this one.”

  “How did you get all this done without anyone knowing?”

  “Let’s just say a lot of bribery was involved, and threats, and of course I had to hold a few people’s children as hostages.”

  “Sounds like something you might do.”

  “Ouch,” I chuckled. “How can you still have that low of an opinion of me?”

  “You have this uncanny ability of making people think the worst of you.”

  “Must be the big city vibe,” I joked.

  “Or the pretentiousness,” Ashlyn offered. I laughed and squeezed her closer. “The motel’s closed,” she said after a few seconds of silence.”

  “I noticed. The boys tell me you were running it for a while.”

  “Chuck and Martha needed a break.”

  “Well, they left the place in good hands,” I said. “Are you going to open it up again so I can get a room?”

  Ashlyn looked up at me and smiled mischievously. “I know a great bed and breakfast a few miles away. I hear the owner’s the best.”

  I laughed and kissed her. “She most certainly is.”

  * * *

  We were barely through the door before our lips locked and her arms wrapped around my neck, breathing me in as she kissed me. I kicked the door closed, wrapped my hands around her hips, and lifted her up easily. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her into the living room to the couch, our lips never leaving each other.

  We fell on top of each other. I kissed every inch of her, moving across her jaw to her neck, down to her collar, breathing her sweet scent and feeling my mind race with the excitement I was feeling for being here, with her, wrapped in her like this. I explored her body with my hands, finding my way under her sweater and up to her braless breasts, squeezing as we kissed more feverishly, hungrily.

  Her fingers quickly found my belt and unbuckled me, working the button and zipper of my jeans as I pulled her sweater off. I hungrily took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard, nibbling as I squeezed the other. She was gasping, moaning softly, rubbing her crotch against mine as she gave up on undressing me and clenched the cushions as I sucked.

  She pushed my head down, maneuvering me to where she wanted my lips to go next. I undid her jeans, pulled them off her, and wasted no time in following them up with her panties. I looked at her, took her in, tried to memorize every inch of her. She met my gaze, her eyes half shut, her breathing heavy. She was absolutely gorgeous, and I felt like an idiot for ever having left her in the first place.

  “Kiss me, Chance,” she said. “Kiss me down there.”

  I bent down, running my lips across the inside of her thighs, feeling the heat of her wet pussy against my face. I grabbed her by the ass, blew softly against her pussy, and suddenly buried my face in her moist folds. Her moan came as one long and loud cry of pleasure, and immediately her fingers locked onto my hair and pushed me harder against her. I let my tongue explore her, licking every inch of her pussy, burying it deep inside her before licking my way to her clit. She was writhing in my arms, her legs pressed tightly against my head, her fingers threatening to tear the hair out of my scalp.

  Her orgasm came quickly, erupting like a volcano, and I sucked hard on her clit and sent her into multiple smaller ones until she begged me to stop. I stood up, quickly pulling my jeans down as she looked up at me with the most satisfied look on her face. I bent down and kissed her, and her hand quickly found my cock, her fingers wrapping around it and pumping it gently as we kissed.

  She pulled me towards her, and I didn’t even have the time to brace myself before she swallowed me inside her mouth. I almost collapsed just from the feel of it, her soft lips around me, her tongue swirling around my cock as she sucked. Her hand continued to pump, and when I felt I was getting close, I pulled out, grabbed her waist, and flipped her onto her hands and knees.

  She was so wet, my cock slid inside her easily, her pussy enveloping me and sucking me inside hungrily. Her muscles clenched down on me, tightening herself around me, making me groan with pleasure as I began to move. I grabbed her by the hips, her ass smacking against my abdomen as I rocked against her, filling her as deep as I could, moving faster and harder with every thrust. She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes meeting mine, and it only turned me on more, made me ram against her with more vigor, her moans quickly becoming screams. I reached around and found her clit, and within a few seconds had her shaking with another orgasm and pushing away from me to make me stop.

  But I just couldn’t get enough. What had started as a desire to be together, a longing to touch and kiss and feel the closeness between us, quickly turned into an almost animalistic desire and need. I grabbed her by the ankles, pulled her back to me, and positioned myself between her legs.

  She reached up and above her, her breasts on full display as I slid my cock back inside and fucked her. I bent down, sucked on one nipple, feeling every inch of myself push deeper inside her. I picked up my pace, her feet planted on both side of me as she lifted her hips up and moved against me, meeting each of my thrusts with one of her own. She screamed in pleasure, begged me to move faster, and I was more than eager to comply. Her breasts bounced in front of me, and it was all I could do not to let go of her hips so I could keep us positioned.

  She pulled me down to her, bringing the weight of me on top of her as I fucked. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels digging into my ass and forcing me in deeper. I felt myself getting close, and I picked up the pace, burying my face in her neck. With her breasts pressed against my chest, her arms around my neck and her heels holding me down and forcing me in deeper, I groaned and exploded inside her.

  I came hard, the force of my orgasm like a rush of blood to the head, forcing my eyes closed as she held me tight.

  We stayed like that for a few minutes, our breathing heavy, the force of her beating heart strong against my own chest. I pushed up onto my hands looked at her, her eyes glazed over, tired and satisfied.

  I bent down and kissed her.

  “I missed you, Chance Ridder,” she breathed against my ear.

  I managed to get up onto my feet, lift her into my arms and carry her upstairs.


  * * *

  “Do you think I’ll be able to pull it off?”

  Ashlyn lay in my arms, her head on my chest. I stroked her golden hair, alternating between that and gently running my fingers up and down her arm. The feeling of having her so close made me feel like I had died and gone to heaven.

  “What do you mean?”

  “The shop,” she whispered.

  “We just had one of the most intense sex sessions in a very long time, and you’re thinking about the shop?”

  Ashlyn giggled. “Sex makes me happy, and when I’m happy, I think of nature and my greenhouse.” She paused. “Now the shop, too.”

  “Your idea of happy is very strange,” I said.

  “Don’t make fun of me, or that may very be the last time you get to have sex,” she said. “At least with me.”

  I kissed her head and squeezed her tight. “I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.”

  “Says the playboy.”

  I laughed and kissed her again. “Yes, I do,” I said.

  “Do what?”

  “Believe you can pull it off. It just needs a little work and planning, but you’ve got the heart, and that’s all that really matters.”

  She looked at me and smiled, kissing me softly on the lips. “You know all the right things to say, Sabbatical. Such a charmer.”

  “It’s the truth,” I replied.

  “We’ll see,” she smiled, pushing herself closer against me. “And what about this?”