Page 82 of The Rogue and His Flower

“Oh, Daisy, I can understand that. It’s difficult to unravel things, especially when it comes to matters of the heart, and especially when that heart has been so badly broken. Trust me, I know.”

“What should I do?”

“I can’t tell you what to do, Daisy. Only you know that. What I will say is that when I met Drix I was terrified that he would endup being exactly like my ex, even though I knew deep down that he was nothing like him. It took almost losing what we had, and your honesty, to set me straight. I guess it all boils down to what you want.”

“I’m just so confused.”

“Do you want to explore a potential relationship with Dalton that’s more than being friends?”

“I don’t know,” I say truthfully.

“What do you know? I mean let's just lay it all out there. What thoughts come to mind when you think about Dalton. Forget the contract, the upcoming wedding, all of that complicated stuff. When you think about Dalton now, what do you know for certain?”

“That he loves to fuck,” I reply, laughing a little.

“Okay, that seems apparent given his history. What else?”

“That he has a strained relationship with his father.”

“Does anyone have a good relationship with that man?”

“True,” I reply.

“He loves to race. He comes alive on the track.”

“So he has an interest outside of being the heir to a billion pound fortune. That’s good.”

“He’s a huge flirt.”

“Again, goes without saying,” she says.

“He’s starting to become aware of other people’s feelings,myfeelings.”

“Another positive,” Lia agrees.

“Dalton’s trying to be a better person. More thoughtful,” I say. “His refusal to sleep with me might’ve stung a little at the time, but now that I think about it, I truly appreciate that he hadn’t.”

“Being thoughtful is important,” she murmurs.

“He stuck up for me when his dad was being an arse about the clothes I choose to wear.”

“That couldn’t have been easy given his dad is the biggest arsehole on this planet, and incredibly overbearing,” Lia says, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the thought of Carl Gunn. “But I’m glad he stuck up for you,”

“He didn’t kiss me at the cinema even though I knew he really wanted to,” I continue softly. “He could’ve just taken what he wanted, but once again, he didn’t.”

He gave me an orgasm without wanting anything back, I think, not quite ready to let that little secret out of the bag.

“That’s an improvement for sure. Anything else?”

“He’s ridiculously good looking,” I add with a shrug.

“You’ve only just noticed?” she asks with a smile.

“Oh, I noticed, I was just never attracted to him because he was such an egotistical arse before.”

“But he’s not anymore…?”

“Not lately. No,” I admit.

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