When a dapper dominant enters her shop, Daphne realizes she’s found the man who will make her fantasies blossom.

People always think it’s ironic that a girl like me works at a flower store. I’m the least romantic chick you could find. Usually, 12 long-stems do nothing to make my heart beat faster. I prefer dark clubs to romantic restaurants and leather to the proverbial lace.

That doesn’t mean I’m not successful at my job. The reason I took the position in the first place is that I have a knack for creating beautifully original arrangements, and I do enjoy providing customers with exactly what they want — sometimes even before they realize it themselves. I consider myself an artist. One who works with petals.

Over the years, I’ve developed a sixth sense for what... Read More