Why is she so fucking irresistible?
Why am I seconds away from phoning my assistant to have her reserve the plane?
“What about your concert?” I asked. “If I came to Miami, would you skip it for me?”
I was giving her an out.
A reason to cancel this ludicrous idea. My ass staying planted in LA was far better for both of us.
“Come on, Jenner. With your connections, I’m positive you can score a ticket to the sold-out show and probably get better seats than Monica and I bought.”
If I couldn’t, Dominick or Max could.
Why am I even considering this?
Going to Florida would only make us closer, and that wasn’t something we could fix, living so far apart. It would only make me think about her more, and she already owned half the thoughts in my fucking brain.
“Hold on,” I told her, and I pulled my phone away from my face.
I checked my schedule for next weekend. I had several meetings on Friday and Monday that could be moved.
I pressed the phone back to my ear, staring at the house across from mine on the other side of the valley, trying to focus on anything but the reality of this situation.
But it wasn’t going away.
It was only intensifying.
“You really want me there?” I asked.
“Mmm.” She breathed. “Yes.”
I couldn’t resist that sound.
I couldn’t resist what I was going to do to her body.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bringing the beer up to my mouth and swallowing until it was gone.
This was fire.
I knew that.
And I knew, somehow, it was only going to fucking burn.
I set the empty bottle on the pool deck, and I bit into my lip, thinking of the things I was going to do to her mouth. “I’ll be there.”