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If I was headed down the relationship road again, I wanted to be with a man I enjoyed. And John ticked off that box easily. The red flag was his impulsive decision to want a relationship with me. I wasn’t a trial relationship kind of girl. Coming out of a tough breakup, I understood that relationships take work. You don’t just give them trial runs.
I had no idea what John had cooking in that wild brain of his, but something told me I was about to find out.
Chapter Twenty-One
John
Once I’d gotten home and unpacked, organized all the camping gear into color-coded bins, and stored them on the shelves of my three-car garage, I studied the immaculately clean area and smiled. This house made me happy as hell. It was a beautiful home, and I wondered if Mickie would like it.
My place was about nineteen miles from hers off Sunset Drive in Bel Air. I was slumming it with the rest of the Fresh Princes over here, and it was lovely because we all hid behind our privacy fences and gates.
It was funny that we all loved living in the city, yet we chose our homes to keep us far away from what the big city boasted…people. Either way, it was private, and I enjoyed my little hiding spot. I say little, even though the damn thing sat on nearly an acre of land full of massive shade trees and manicured lawns, all surrounded by sizeable ivy-covered privacy fencing.
Anyone who came to my home saw me in the place. When pulling up to the contemporary home, you were greeted by a place that screamed Douchebag Billionaire Bachelor Pad. I didn’t mind, though. The sleek architectural lines, black concrete steps leading to my front doors, and the massive wall of glass doors that opened to the pool area were welcoming and they were sexy as fuck.
I’d always loved this place, but as I walked into the house, greeted by high vaulted ceilings and a backlit bar along the side of the entryway that led toward the living area, it felt cold and uninviting.
“I could never bring Mick here,” I said to myself, looking around. “She would hate this.”
I walked up the polished mahogany steps that led to the second floor, where my master suite and a shower the size of a room greeted me.
What was happening to me? There was no way I would change my life just to please a woman; however, I wondered if something had to change to get her.
For the first time, I felt lost. I had no idea where to start, but I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted this woman in my life. I wanted the feeling I got when I was near her. Being close to her was like taking a breath of fresh air, and being without her now made me feel starved for oxygen.
“Jesus Christ,” I growled once these thoughts entered my mind and consumed me. “I need a shower. I can’t even think right. And now I’m starting to talk to myself.”
I needed to get things straightened out in my head. Everything had been spinning since I first kissed her, and my dick wanted more. Maybe that’s what was wrong with me. Perhaps I just had to release this pent-up energy, and then I could process what was happening to me.
Washing up from the camping trip was exactly what I needed to get my ass straightened out. After I dried off, changed, and went downstairs, I walked over to my bar and poured myself a scotch.
I opened a medical journal article on my phone, and after reading the same paragraph repeatedly for the last ten minutes, I knew I was fucked.
“Call Mick,” I ordered my phone.
The phone rang while my eyes drifted to the relaxing fountain that fed into my indigo-blue pool.
“Hey?”
“What are you doing tonight?” I asked.
“I’m in bed, getting ready to catch up on sleep after last night.”
“Cute.”
Silence.
“John?”
“Sorry about that,” I said. “Do you like the opera?”
I heard her laugh. “I do,” she said through her stifled chuckle.
“How about I fly us to San Francisco, and we catch a performance?”
I heard her sigh, and it made me smile.
“When do you plan on squeezing this in? Before or after our on-call shifts?”
