Dalia's POV

I could not take my eyes and mind off the flower bouquet even as I continued to work. Why did he give me flowers and a note? My thoughts were all over the place and I could not concentrate on work.

The more I looked at the flower, the more our encounter from earlier played in my mind. Its colourful blooms were a far cry from the conflicting emotions I felt inside of me. I knew there was an unspoken desire between us but I could not shake off the feeling that he had an ulterior motive.

When I could not take it anymore, I carried the bouquet...