The Object of His Desires

Chapter One- Luann

Luann watched the white, fluffy flakes as they filtered through her view in the blinds. It had been snowing since early morning and she was happy to be inside the warmth of Ryan’s flower shop. Her thick mock turtleneck and flannel shirt kept her warm on the outside, but inside she needed nothing extra to warm her; she was already burning with desire. She watched as Ryan’s long, agile fingers placed the last red rose in the perfect arrangement he had been working on for the last hour.

She loved watching him work. The natural talent he had for his craft exuded confidence yet gentleness in every bouquet he created. Ryan, her Ryan, yet not hers now. It had been Lulu and Ryan since the sixth grade; they just fit together. She had always loved him with her entire being, but now it was with the acceptance that she could no longer have him to herself. Now there was Peter and Peter made Ryan happy, which is what Luann ultimately wanted. Yet inside she still burned for him.

“This is ready,” he said in his throaty, raspy voice that still sent chills up her spine. The delivery driver took the arrangement from him and headed for the back door where The Rose Cottage delivery van was parked in the steady onslaught of snow.

“Take extra care with this one Derek,” Ryan’s eyes smiled at him “ It has to be perfect for her!”

“I will Mr. Turner, don’t you worry!” Derek replied, walking out the door.

“Wait!” Ryan turned to Luann and saw her daydreaming about him again. “Do you have the card for that honey?” he asked her sweetly coming up behind her. His breath on her ear made her pussy moist with excitement. She shook herself out of her trance in which she had been kissing her way down Ryan’s neck, to his muscular chest and then to waistband of his khakis where she knew the treasure of his perfect eight-inch cock lay.

She finally choked out an answer “Yes, I have it right here.” She glanced at the smallish writing on the card.

She recognized the names; she had seen them many times while putting arrangements in the Cottage delivery van. This romantic man had always bought his wife Ryan’s special, unique arrangements to mark their important moments together.

Ryan kissed her cheek, taking the card from between her sweating hands. He crossed the littered floor of the back room of the flower shop and slipped the card into the metal clip in the gorgeous arrangement. He always used the best roses; hydroponics, grown in water not soil, because the stems were sturdier and lasted much longer than regular roses. Today he had added white tulips, delicate bleeding hearts and white lilies. Bendy willow added the final touch to the elegant crystal vase that only Ryan would go to the expense of using.

“Remember,” he said to Derek in his most fatherly voice “ drive carefully on these slippery roads, and don’t worry about coming back tonight, I’ll write you out for an extra hour.” Derek beamed at the idea of an extra hour of overtime, but then he was always happy to put in extra hours for Mr. Turner. “Right at six, don’t forget!” Ryan said and closed the door as snow was starting to drift into the door.