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“From the impeccable surroundings, it’s hard to believe you don’t live here permanently,” I say, as he gives me the tour of his outstanding home.
“I have a full-time staff guarding the premises when I’m not here. I come here as often as I can.”
“Wouldn’t it have been easier to get a house in Hawaii or Mexico? It’s a long trek just to bask under the sun from Silicon Valley.”
“It is,” he says. “I bought the house six months ago. At the time, I had spent a month on the East Coast, paying a visit to our top clients. One of them invited me for a guys’ weekend. I fell in love with the island and the proximity to New York.”
I frown. “But you were still living in Silicon Valley.”
“Correct. That said, I was toying with the idea of moving back to New York. Since I bought it, I make a point of dropping by when I’m on the East Coast for an extended period of time.”
“I see.”
“For a balls to the wall guy like myself—”
“OhmyGod, that’s a hilarious expression.”
“It defines me, don't you think?”
“You’re hardcore.”
He leans in close. “You like me hardcore.”
And… I’m wet.
“The island is transformative,” he says. “I always go back to my go, go, go life a changed man after spending time relaxing here.”
“Can you unplug from being Mr. CEO?”
“I have an incredible staff. If I wanted to go dark, I could. But I'm a workaholic. Relaxing for me, means, I’m not chained to my desk, I'm not in endless meetings, and I get to enjoy a sunset here and there.”
“It's a good compromise.”
“I’d only be bull shitting myself if I said I could unplug for a whole week—or even forty-eight hours. Not gonna happen. Not in my world.”
I punch a finger in the air. “After all, cyber attackers never sleep!”
Bryce laughs.
My most cherished gift…
He pulls me into his embrace and kisses the top of my head. “Let’s continue the tour.”
His manicured tropical garden could put the top gardeners of the most luxurious hotels in the world to shame.
“You have an outdoor shower?”
“Yes. I had it built a couple months ago because if you look over there,” he points, “there’s a private gate leading to the beach.”
Even though I’m wearing sunglasses, I place a hand on my forehead, and peer at the horizon. “I see it.”
“Since I often go for a swim early in the morning, an outdoor shower is the best way to wash off the sand before I go back inside to avoid making a mess everywhere, and…” He lets his words hang as he gets closer to me. He grabs me by the waist, lifts my chin, and kisses me gently.
“You didn’t finish your sentence.”
“And it’s a great place to have sex at night.”
Of course, he’s had sex with other women in his outdoor shower, in his spectacular home, in his Caribbean paradise.
