Sophia stepped into the lush greenhouse for her private consultation, the air thick with jasmine and roses. Elias Thorn, the owner, greeted her with a warm yet commanding smile. Tall, with strong, gentle hands and a lean muscular build from years of hauling soil and arrangements, he moved with quiet dominance.
“Looking for something special?” he asked, voice smooth as he led her deeper among the blooms.
“I want an arrangement that feels… intimate,” Sophia replied, biting her lip.
Elias’s eyes darkened. “I can arrange more than flowers, beautiful. Let me show you my secret garden.”
He guided her to a private section filled with soft moss and hanging vines. With a flourish, he scattered handfuls of fresh rose petals across a wide wooden table covered in silk. “First, we undress the canva
