The Billionaire’s Florist Read Online Stacey Espino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)

Karlee finally landed a job that could put her little floral business on the map. Luck has never been on her side, so she should have known it was too good to be true. When the groom starts hitting on her, her conscience won't let her keep the contract for the wedding of the year. She may be broke, but she still can't be bought.Robert Black may have more money than he knows what to do with, but there's one thing he doesn't have—Karlee Jones. He's determined to prove to the young enterpreneur that he has more on his mind than a one-night stand. Before he can convince her of anything, he'll have to keep her from running.

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Chapter One


Karlee reached blindly between the manicured shrubs in search of her cell phone. The thorns from the rosebush scraped her bare arm as she pulled back. Fuck.

“Tell me why I’m doing this again?” She hoisted the oversized bags of samples back over her shoulder while balancing her phone between her chin and shoulder. Karlee continued down the long, winding walkway with the midafternoon sun beating down on her, and she knew the humidity had done a number on her hair.

“Because you’re one missed rental payment away from bankruptcy,” said Stella.

“Thanks, but I was looking for something a little more inspiring.”

The mansion came into view around the next bend in the path. Karlee nearly dropped her cell phone again. It was a modern-day palace lifted straight from one of her childhood fairy-tale books.

Stella’s voice kept breaking up. The reception this far from the city was proving unreliable at best. “What’s more inspiring than that? Just do what you do best, and you’ll be fine.”

The sheer size of the property brought her nerves and doubts to the surface. “I don’t know, Stella. This job might be too much.” She exhaled, questioning her decision to become the florist for such a massive wedding. The dollar signs had been too tempting to turn down when she was only a breath away from losing her flower shop. She still didn’t understand why they hadn’t called one of the big names in the industry. Karlee’s little business wasn’t even on the map, and she hadn’t updated her website in too many months to count. What if she couldn’t handle it? “I never should have agreed to take it.”

“Stop it. If you need extra help, you know where I am. Now, woman up and make this deal happen. The next time you call me, I want to hear your good news.”

“You’re right. I have to do this. I don’t exactly have a choice.” After saying goodbye, she stuffed her cell into her purse. It was time for her poker face. They didn’t need to know the nitty-gritty of her situation, just that she could come through for them.

Her heels clicked on the slate tiles as she walked up the main stairs to the house. The double doors on the wraparound porch were decorated with intricately carved glass inserts. Everything screamed money. Part of her already hated the well-to-do couple who got to live in this piece of paradise, but it was just her own jealously bubbling up. Karlee wanted to be the one to wake up like a princess every day, but Cinderella stories were fiction and didn’t come true for real women like her.

She swallowed hard before tentatively pressing the doorbell encased within a brass lion’s head, which seemed like a bit of overkill. Within seconds, one of the doors flung open, exposing a melee of commotion inside a grand foyer. It was a stark contrast from the peace and serenity of the gardens and fields surrounding the house.

Rather than a butler with the black suit and white hair she imagined, a beautiful woman with long waves of brown hair and a tight red dress stared back at her.

She was momentarily at a loss for words, feeling completely out of her element. “Hi.” Back in the city she lived in the modest bachelorette apartment above the store she rented. Designer clothing and upscale home decor were not in her wheelhouse. Compared to this woman, she felt short, frumpy, and very out of place. “I’m Karlee from the flower shop.”

“Thank God! Come in.”

Karlee followed her across the white marble floors. There were people everywhere—a small construction crew in the midst of removing a wall, and a woman who appeared to be the wedding planner conversing with chefs, maids, and designers.

They didn’t stop until they reached the rear of the home. The woman pushed open a set of French doors and stepped out onto a large open deck. There were already white tents placed out back and an elaborate arch where the vows would likely take place. She could envision green vines and white lilies entwined around the wrought iron. Her imagination was already on overdrive.

“This is where it’ll happen. I only get one chance to make this right, so it must be absolutely perfect.” She turned around to face Karlee. The sun highlighted her blue eyes and the delicate lines at the corners of her eyes. She’d make a beautiful bride.

“I’ll do my best.”

No pressure.

She smiled, taking an audible cleansing breath. “I’m sorry. Where are my manners? My name’s Elizabeth. As you can see, things are a bit crazy around here lately.” After shaking hands, she pointed to the wedding planner at the end of the long hallway back beyond the open French doors. “Robert asked for you personally. Isabel’s not too happy about not making the choice, but ignore her. She’s all bark.”