The Bodyguard

5

Blaire's POV

After sleeping for an hour or two at Aunt Valerie's house, I called Kyle and he came in to get me.

He was so worried and concerned and wanted to to drive me straight to the hospital but I assured him I was fine. I don't know if it was the adrenaline still in my system or the shock from the accident but apart from the seatbelt bruises and minor cuts, I felt no pain.

"Guess who has a new admirer!" Berger shrieked holding a bouquet of the most beautiful red roses I had ever seen when Kyle and I walked in.

I frowned. Who would send those? Logan? But we'd only talked for a few hours and I hadn't even agreed to see him again.

"Does it say from who?" I asked walking into my office with Berger close behind me. I mouthed a thank you to Kyle before sitting down.

"No, they've just arrived. You are not allergic right?" she asked drawing back the roses when she had been about to give them to me.

I shook my head and took the roses, burying my face in them, inhaling the scent.

I then noticed a card and drew it out.

"What does it say?" Berger asked eagerly,
her eyes bright with anticipation.

"Hope," I frowned looking at the card.

"Wow, talk about weird."

"Will you please put them in a vase for me? I have to work."

If the person didn't want to say who they were it was not my problem, I wasn't about to waste time trying to figure out who they were.

"Of course darling."

I sat down and began to work but after ten minutes another bouquet came in, this time with a card that read: You.

I took the card and told Berger to keep the flowers. After another ten minutes, another bouquet came. The card read: Thought.

Hope You Thought...?

I was beginning to think this was supposed to make some meaningful sentence.

Fourth bouquet cart read: About.

Fifth bouquet: My.

Sixth bouquet: Invitation.

Hope you thought about my invitation?

This had Logan written all over it.
Seriously though? This was just dinner; I rolled my eyes at the corniness and excessiveness of this whole situation. But I had to admit it was kind of sweet, the effort he had made.

No one had ever been that creative when asking me out. I was dully impressed.

Seventh and final bouquet had the most number of words:

Please call me
Logan.

It had his number at the back so I picked the phone and dialled the number.

"You do like making a statement don't you?" I asked amused when he picked up.

"I'm a man who knows what he wants dear."

"One bouquet would just have been as effective as seven in different shades."

"You did mention you liked my mother's roses."

"Those are from her garden? They are very beautiful."

"I guess they are; but even though I spent two hours handpicking them, I couldn't find one nearly as beautiful as you," he said making me blush all over.