Roman the Arrogant

Chapter 12

The Next Morning

It was about eight in the morning, Roman had left with his beta an hour ago hoping to do some type of recon on the building before they opened. Something about wanting to see the son of a bitch owner who was selling wolf's bane.

My initial plan was to tell Roman about Damien and I's adventure yesterday, but after minutes of overthinking I came to the conclusion that I'd be doing more harm than good if he ever found out.

Unbeknownst to Roman I had emailed the owner of 'A Petal May Fall' last night. The owner had emailed me back this morning saying that she would be able to fit us in for an appointment at nine to see her rare species of vegetation.

I really couldn't wrap my head around the fact that this flower shop was so upscale that it required appointment only visits.

Anyways, I needed to look a bit more professional than black skinny jeans and a leather jacket. I put on my pale blue silk button up shirt and black pencil skirt. I tied the whole outfit with black pumps, I grabbed my handbag and made my way downstairs to check on Damien.

I laughed slightly when I saw half of his body lying on the floor and the other half on the couch.

I used my foot to nudge his arm, "Dude wake up we've got shit to do."

He groaned and fell off the rest of the couch.

"Up and at 'em we gotta go Damien."

He lazily stood up and stretched his long limbs.

"Put on something business-y. I'll be waiting outside." I grabbed the car keys off the kitchen counter and waited outside.

About fifteen minutes later Damien walked out the front door wearing what I assumed to be Roman's navy-blue dress pants with a white button up shirt and match navy-blue tie. He looked quite sharp in Roman's clothes but his Alpha would have looked a whole hell of a lot better.

"No offense." I accidentally said aloud.

Damien looked at me confused and I awkwardly waved my hand in dismissal.

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At 'A Petal May Fall'

Damien extended his arm which I held and escorted us into the flower shop. The layout was quite elegant for a place that sells flowers.

There was a chandelier hanging above us in the center of the facility and the walls were painted white with gold detailing.

"I might have to ask this lady who her designer is...you know if she's not trying to kill us and all that jazz." I whispered to Damien as he rolled his eyes.

We began to look around, examining some of the flowers in the front of the shop, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary so far.

A few minutes passed before a woman in her late thirty walked toward us, she had dark brown hair and brown eyes, she was followed by what seemed to be her assistant.

The assistant kept her eyes glued to the ground as she walked toward us, she had her curly brown hair tied back into a neat bun and thinly rimmed black glasses covered her face.

"Nice to meet you, Miss. Dawson I assume, we've been expecting you." She said extending her hand which I then shook before she continued to speak.

"I'm Maria Van Allan the owner of this wonderful establishment. As we discussed via email you were interested in Aconitum napellus. If you would kindly follow my assistant to the back I'd be glad to show you what we have." She said smiling.