After His Peonies by Alina Jacobs

Hunter:
Rules are meant to be broken. Except for one–Women can’t get enough peonies. Even the girl in front of me in line is admiring the peonies in my hand. While I need these particular flowers for my latest plot, I’ll still give Meghan the biggest, thickest bouquet I can find. It’s flattering how much she wants my peonies– And I don’t mind personally delivering.

Meghan:
I love rules. They make life simple. One rule I have for my future boyfriend? Fresh flowers every week. The hot guy behind me in line had a gorgeous bouquet. He was perfect boyfriend material… Until Mr. Perfect broke the unwritten rule of New York City lunch hour and found a devious way to cut the line. He took my spot, making me late for a meeting, and then had the audacity to hand me his peonies as he waltzed out with what should have been my sandwich!

A wink and flowers from a handsome guy won’t fix my disaster of a life. My career as a lawyer is failing before it even started. I live in a tiny, crumbling apartment. I have to deal with my obnoxious supervisor who seems intent on taking Hunter’s peonies for herself

Except that his peonies (and other flowers) are mine. They were delivered to my desk at work!

Bouquet aside, Hunter breaks all my rules. I know I should ignore him. I know it’s going to be an epic disaster. But when he shows up at my door shirtless, with another excessive bouquet, well, I have to say screw the rules; I want his peonies and the rest of him too!