CEO Was Convinced He’d Never Marry, Until the Florist at His Sister’s Wedding Changed Everything
The Florist and the Skeptic
Xander Price didn’t believe in love, weddings, or anything that involved trusting someone with his heart. He definitely didn’t believe in marriage.
Standing in the middle of his sister’s flower backyard, watching her twirl in a cloud of lace and joy, was not exactly his idea of a good time.
This was especially true while some woman fussed over a bouquet like it was a bomb about to go off. That woman was his sister’s florist.
“Could you not touch that?” she snapped, grabbing the peony he just nudged aside.
“It’s the centerpiece. You don’t move a centerpiece, ever.”
Xander raised an eyebrow. “It was drooping.”
“It was perfect,” she shot back, not even looking up.
Her hands were moving too fast, snipping, adjusting, and fluffing petals like she was conducting a symphony.
“Now it’s messed up.”
“Looks the same to me.”
She finally looked at him. That was the problem. She had big brown eyes, freckles across her nose, and hair pulled back in a loose braid.
She still somehow managed to look like something out of a shampoo commercial. She was flushed, annoyed, and absolutely stunning.
“I’m sorry,” she said suddenly, blinking like she just realized who he was. “You’re the brother.”
“Xander,” he said, offering his hand. “Guilty.”
She didn’t take it. “Fay,” she muttered, going back to her flowers.
He watched her, curious despite himself. “You always this bossy?”
“Only when people touch my work.”
He laughed. For some reason, that made her glance up at him again. She hadn’t expected him to find it funny.
“Noted,” he said, stepping back. “I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
“Good plan.”
He should have walked away, but he didn’t. Instead, he lingered, watching her work. She was so focused and in control of her chaos.
She was sticking tiny pins into roses, adjusting ribbons, and brushing pollen off petals like she was taming wild animals.
“How long have you been doing weddings?” he asked, trying to sound casual.
She didn’t look up. “Long enough to not get distracted by tall men in expensive suits.”
He blinked. “That was specific.”
“You smell like money and distraction.”
He laughed again. “I’m starting to like you.”
That made her smile just a little. It was enough to make something shift in his chest. He hated that feeling.
He hated how easy it was to watch her. She didn’t care who he was. She didn’t treat him like a CEO or a billionaire.
To her, he was just some guy who messed with her flowers. That was rare because everyone knew who he was.
Xander Price was the CEO of Titan Technologies and the youngest billionaire in the city. He was a man made of steel, cold, sharp, and completely uninterested in profit.
But Fay didn’t care at all, and that made her dangerous. By the time the wedding started, he’d somehow spent three hours hanging around the floral tent.
He told himself it was to make sure his sister’s day went perfectly. He wanted to keep things moving smoothly.
But really, it was Fay. It was the way she laughed with the other vendors and adjusted his sister’s bouquet just before she walked down the aisle.
