Page 43 of What Lola Wants (Leave Your Shoes On 1)

“Tell us what happened!” Jen sing-songed excitedly.

“Staci likes our approach,” Lola announced to the group.

“And…?” Sarah challenged, her brow crooking.

Lola shrugged. “She was nice to me?”

Mark laughed. “Come on, Lola. Spill.”

“There’s not much to spill,” she told them, “except to say that Staci felt it was a worthwhile trip to make and… I have to thank Sarah and the rest of you for helping me out. This is solid. We can pull this off and it’s going to be amazing.”

“Damn straight,” Sarah said.

While Lola beamed over her enhanced coup, Tiff came trudging through the department with a ginormous bouquet in her slender arms.

“Clear the way,” she called out. “Lola, make some space on your desk.”

“Those are for me?”

“Yes,” Tiff said. “Quick—this weighs almost as much as I do.”

Lola shoved her papers and files to the side, and Tiff set the decorative vase on the desk.

Handing her the envelope, Tiff asked, “From Staci?”

Lola whipped out the handwritten card. “No.” She plopped into her chair. Alex had sent her the most ostentatious thanks for the hot sex flowers known to womankind.

; “Then who?” Sarah asked, as she admired the arrangement, sniffing the multicolored roses.

“A guy,” Lola said. Then choked out, “The guy.”

Oh, fuck.

How true was that statement?

Wait.

Rewind.

She amended her comment with, “Just a guy.”

Jen gaped. It took her a second or two to recover. “Yeah, right. My husband doesn’t send flowers like these.”

“He’s just that way, you know?” Lola tried to downplay Alex’s over-the-top gesture. A much appreciated one, but still. The arrangement screamed fantastic orgasms, Lo!

The corners of her mouth quivered as she fought a bright smile. Her heart fluttered. And she found herself telling her captive audience, “The truth is, he’s hot and sexy, but also sweet and generous. Pretty much to die for.”

Lola stared at the bouquet, thinking of how hunky and gorgeous Alex was. How sensational he made her feel, how great they were together in every way. As though they’d been meant for each other all along…

Hmm.

Wasn’t that a strange little thought to pop into her head?

Lola’s brow furrowed as an even more curious notion flitted through her mind.

Was she… falling… for Alex?