Chapter 4

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"I need alot of flowers, I have 3 parties to organise for and I need 12 bouquets for each party, I also need them to deliver on the day" I reply, wondering how I expected a guy, who had an assistant to do everything for him, to help me find 36 bouquets of flowers, and then he told me...

"I know just the place, when I am away from home for periods of time, I buy my mum bunches of flowers so she knows I am thinking of her. Theres this shop who do amazing flowers and deliver free if you spend alot of money there, so lets go"

I pack my laptop into my bag, along with my papers, pick up my phone and head to the door, following darren.

Following darren out of the coffee shop gives me plenty of time to observe him.

He was quiet short for a guy, alot shorter than I expected, but hes still slightly taller than me so its all good. He was wearing a tight black tshirt with faded black jeans. From behind I could see his shoulder blades through his top and his jeans fitted snuggley around his bum.

As we got to the door, darren walked through and then held the door open as I walked through. I noticed his muscles in his arms and couldnt help but wonder what it would be like to be held by them.

I was quickly brought back to reality by darren asking if I was ok?

"cos you look like your in another world, listen, if you dont want me here, I can go spend my day playing my guitar and annoying my neighbours" He said whilst staring into my eyes with his beautiful eyes.

"No annoyingness needed, Im fine, nothing abit of cold air wont sort"

Darren asked lots of questions about me for the rest of the walk, mainly my job. I told him I was a event organiser, I mainly delt with birthday parties and functions, but the big classy sort, balls and mascarades etc. I also told him that I spent two weeks of every month in America and two weeks in England because I miss home. He was beginning to tell me how he tend to miss his friends and family to when he stopped and said we were there.

As we enterd I instantly relaxed, realising I wasnt relaxing in Darrens company. This was proberly because I was always worried about saying something that would make him think I was a stupid fangirl.

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