Musk

Purple Flowers

        Cloudy, humid and rainy.

        That just about explains my week. Its normally gloomy in the town anyway,  the weather being a bonus. Great, not so great. Sighing heavy I heard my phone alarm go off. Time for work. Damn phones and their tones. 

        Sighing I I looked up at myself in the mirror before heading off to my office. I work for a program that sells certain toys for... certain needs. I don't use them per-say. But I know what a girl wants, being one myself. Even I have my own kinks. Some more then others. I often dream about my first time, but I also think about how it would happen, and who with? I often think of my best friend, Ryan. His dark green eyes bright, almost white blond hair. His thin lips, the way he would bite them. Oh my. His lips looked like they could do wonders on the skin. Mainly my skin. But I couldn't tell him how I felt, now could I? 

        As I walked into my office I was suddenly drawn to a light floral smell. Knowing my nose I would of recognized this scent. A few where more noticeably familiar then the others, but there was one that I couldn't point out. I could name the other smells that where in the vase, assuming that's what they where soaking in. Sure enough when I walked in my office I was awaited by a beautiful vase that was packed with flowers. The flowers where not the only thing that caught my eye, but the vase itself.  

        It was tall and had a slight hour glass shape to it, it was also covered with soft flecks of purple and silver glitter, lightly dusting it.  It was completed with a purple ribbon tied into a lose bow. Walking fully to it I could clearly see the flowers that where arranged into the center piece. The small white flowers that seemed so fragile, Baby's Breath. Complete with White Jasmine, leather leaf Fern, pink carnations. In the middle of the vase was a single purple Alstroemeria, which stood for devotion. And a few white Lily flowers, which stood for purity. This was quite a surprise. There was a card stuck to the purple ribbon, but as I opened it I was quiet  surprised. There was a small card,but as I opened it all it said was:

"Good Luck." 

        "Good Luck on what?" I said to no one in particular. Odd note and no name, but still, its a nice gesture. Its just not normal to have some a stranger show up and give you flowers as your heading to work, by the looks of them they looked freshly cut and sprayed, the droplets of water coming from the velvet like petals. Butterflies would want to come in the window to suck their sweet nectar. 

I remembered this wasn't the first time I was send a secret message from an admirer. In fact, this was about the 5th time. And every-time the same person had it in the same colors, purple and silver. Purple was my favorite color, but how this particular person found out is beyond me. 

...Oh My...

I'm certainly in for a ride..