The afternoon after my talk with Summer, I’m still lost in thought about Ian, and what I want out of life and him. Being so lost in thought meant I didn’t get to enjoy the flight to Florida, and we flew in a private plane. Never did I think that I would ever say that I flew in a private plane. Summer is going to lose it when I tell her. Still mind-blown by the fact that I flew private, I don’t realize that we’re pulling up to a gated community. Winding down his window, Ian swipes a card against the reader and the gates open for us. We pass a dozen gorgeous homes with impeccable landscapes before turning into a short driveway and parking the car.
Getting out of the car, I’m in complete awe at the house. It’s not what I was expecting—I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. It’s completely different from Ian’s Calgary home. This is huge and modern, and even the house is light and airy with minimalistic landscaping. Two floors of six, big, white-framed windows line the front of the light blue house. It’s gorgeous. I can’t wait to see the inside.
Walking around to my side, Ian throws an arm over my shoulder and leads me up the two stairs to the front door.
“I hope you like it,” he says softly.
“I already do. If the inside is as gorgeous as the outside, I might never want to leave.”
“That can be arranged,” he answers, unlocking the door and letting me walk in first, as the others are still getting their bags out of the car.
“Wow,” I say, dropping my bag on the side of the door before kicking off my sandals and placing them on the mat by the door. Walking past the foyer, I walk deeper into the open-concept house. Just like the outside, the inside is light and airy, decorated in whites and different shades of light blue. White cupboards and countertops line the kitchen walls further in the house, past the light blue sectional couch filling up the living room. The only thing breaking up the openness is a staircase located between the kitchen and a formal dining room.
“I’d like to take credit for it, but my mom is the mastermind behind this place. I sent her out here to decorate it when I first bought it.”
“She did an amazing job,” I say, slowly spinning, taking everything in again.
”You’ve been holding out on us!” JJ says, walking in with arms full of bags, letting out a low whistle.
“You guys never asked to come,” Ian replies.
“And you decided to get a cabin in the mountains,” Lacey chimes in, shaking her head at her brother. “Definitely should have gotten one of these,” she continues with a slow twirl, taking the house in just as I did.
“You haven’t seen anything yet. Wait until you guys see the backyard,” Levi says, carrying the last of the bags.
“How about we do room assignments and change into bathing suits before we go outside?” Ian suggests.
“Sounds good to me. I’d like to take a quick shower before doing anything,” Ellie agrees.
“Perfect, all the bedrooms are upstairs,” Ian says, turning around to grab my bags and his, leading us all upstairs.
Pointing to the first door on our right, Ian explains, “This is the main bathroom up here, but there is a powder room downstairs. This is one bedroom,” he says, pointing to the next door, again on the right. “And there is the other one” he says, pointing to thedoor at the end of the hall. “I’ll let you guys figure out who gets what room.”
Turning towards the only door on the left side of the hall, he gives me a chin lift, telling me to open the door.
“This is gorgeous!” I say, walking into the room.
“It’s the only place my mom didn’t decorate, so I take that as a compliment,” Ian answers, closing the door with his foot.
Spinning around, I take in the light blue wall with thick white curtains framing a huge picture window overlooking the pool in the backyard. Sitting under the window are two welcoming reading chairs, a small table, and lamp. The king-size bed is draped in white linen and sitting on top of a fluffy white rug. In front of the bed, between two doors, is a fireplace and a large flat screen TV.
“The door to the left is the closet, feel free to unpack your stuff in there, and to the right is the master bathroom, the main attraction of the house, if I do say so myself!” Ian says, opening the bathroom door with a flourish, nodding for me to walk in.
Walking in, I feel my jaw drop. This place, I can’t even describe it. The majority of the back wall is a glass shower with built-in shelves, a marble bench, and multiple shower heads. Right beside the oversized shower, tucked into the corner, is a huge soaking tub.
“Yes, it has jets,” Ian says, seeing me eye the tub. “And I had the lady who keeps an eye on the place to stock up that cupboard,” he says, pointing at the cupboard under the his-and-hers sinks. “Everything you would need to enjoy a bath while we’re here should be there. I know you’ve been trying to sneak into Levi’s but haven’t had the chance yet.”
“You are just the sweetest,” I say, making my way toward him to wrap my hands around his arms and pull him down for a kiss.
“If I would have known all it took was a bath to get a reaction like that, I would have let you use the one in my master bath inCalgary,” he jokingly says before pulling me back in, deepening the kiss as his hands trail lower on my back, and he wraps his tongue around mine.
“What we really should be doing is giving this shower a repeat of the first night I slept over,” I say, pulling away to swipe my T-shirt over my head.
“Now that, I can get on board with,” Ian agrees, pulling off his own t-shirt and tugging his sport shorts down as he watches me take off my leggings and underwear in one go, lust taking over his eyes. Turning around, I unclip my bra, letting it flutter down my arms. I lean towards the controls to turn on the water, throwing him a wink over my shoulder before walking under the spray.
“What are you doing, Pretty Girl?” he asks in a strained voice as I turn around to face him with a loofa in my hands, casually feathering it down my arms.
“Just washing away the flight,” I answer sweetly as I slowly start dragging the loofa down over one breast, eliciting a moan from me. His eyes immediately darken and focus on my chest as he runs one hand up and down his length.
