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Callie

Chapter 7

Callie sat in her car nervously after she pulled up to John's house and cut her engine. She glanced over at the house and wondered if she should go in. She was very surprised John offered his house up in the first place. They usually only hooked up in hotel rooms and recently, her home. But she was pretty worried that one of their friends would show up and bust them. She really did like John and at the moment she felt he liked her just as much, and she wanted to go public but there were many obstacles in the way that they would have to straighten out first. Melina, being one and of course, Mike being the other.

She shook her head to get rid of those thoughts. She was getting way ahead of herself here. She took a deep breath before getting out of her car. She looked down at her outfit quickly to make sure she was still happy with her choice. She'd spent a good half hour trying on clothes and taking them back off, unable to make a decision. Finally she'd settled on a pair of white jeans tucked into black knee high, high heeled boots, along with a peach loose racer-back tank top.

Once Callie reached his front door, she closed her hand in a fist and knocked on it a couple times. "Coming!" She heard him yell from inside, putting a small smile on her face, it sounded like he was rushing.

John swung open the door and smiled at the woman before him. "Hey," He said, slightly out of breath. "Come on in, sorry, I'm running a little late."

She nodded as she walked inside. "No worries." He motioned for her to follow him, so she did. She took the time to look at what he was wearing. He was dressed quite nice actually, wearing a pair of designer jeans and a black button down top, along with some black dress shoes.

"So it's not much, but I've got some steaks on the grill and potatoes in the oven." John said as he walked into the kitchen, Callie not too far behind.

Callie looked at him confused. "Oh, we are having dinner?" She had just been expecting the usual. You know, show up, some foreplay, get busy, and then leave. Dinner was definitely not usually part of the plan.

John looked at her with a frown. "Did you already eat?" He was cursing himself on the inside, he knew he should have text her and let her know he was making dinner.

She shook her head. "No, I just wasn't expecting it. We don't usually have dinner." She said as she leaned back against the counter.

John smiled and took a long stride toward her, bringing him practically right up against her. "We don't usually do a lot of things," He said huskily as he brought his hand up to brush a stray curl away from her face. "We don't usually text, or meet up at my house or talk about meeting up in advance," He listed off, moving his face closer to hers with each fact. Callie gulped as she forced herself to look away from his mouth and look him in the eye. "We've been doing things differently since last night and I can't say I dislike it." He said before pressing his lips to hers. Callie closed her eyes at the contact before she reached her hand up to rest on his waist. She smiled against his lips when his abs jumped as she ran her fingers over them through his shirt.

John pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. "No fair," He practically growled. After pressing a couple more pecks on her lips he pulled away slightly. "So I say let's eat and then we can move on upstairs," He suggested with a wink.

John moved away from her and stepped outside to grab the steaks off the grill. Once he was out of sight, Callie's shoulders immediately slumped as she leaned on the counter to hold herself up and she let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. "Damn him," She whispered to herself. He knew just what to do to get her all hot and bothered.

After John walked in carrying the steaks on a platter, he gestured with his head to a cabinet. "Would you mind setting the table while I cut this up?"

"Absolutely," She said before walking over to the cabinet he'd pointed to and grabbed two plates. She walked into the dining room and set the plates down at the table. The dining room wasn't as fancy as most and it was actually quite masculine; it was very John. After she finished setting the table and John finished getting all the food together, they sat down at the table, each with a glass of red wine. "This looks delicious," She commented as she put a few slices of steak on her plate.

John smiled; glad she liked what he made. "Thank you,"

"So," Callie started, not wanting them sit in awkward silence. "I'm a little surprised you are having me over."

John wasn't too surprised with her comment. He always had people coming in and out of his house; anyone could walk in at any time. "I could see why,"

"So you're not worried about someone coming over?" She questioned, feeling like a baby that she was worried and he wasn't.

He shrugged. "I mean, it could happen but you can't live your life in fear. Plus, isn't the possibility of getting caught appealing?" He raised an eyebrow sexily.

She chuckled and had to look down at her food to stop herself from jumping him right there. "I guess," A few seconds later, her head popped up, as did John's, when there was a knock on the door. "Who's that?" Callie asked.

John shrugged. "They'll probably go away."

"John! What are you doing man? Answer the door!" Mike yelled through the door before knocking two more times.

"It's Mike!" Callie whisper yelled as she stood up in panic.

"It's ok," John said calmly, though he was panicking a little inside too, as he looked around. He picked up her plate and walked into the kitchen, looking around for a place to put it. He opened the cold oven and put the plate in to hide the evidence of him having company. "Ok, you go upstairs. I'll try to get rid of him." She nodded before taking the stairs two at a time. She ran straight down the hall and closed the door once she was in the room. She looked around for a second and noticed with a start that she was in John's room. It was pretty nice with black sheets on the bed and all the furniture surrounding it black as well with gray walls. She faced the closed door when she heard John open the front door and she pressed her ear against it to hear what was going on though it was all muffled and she couldn't make out much of what was being said.

"Hey man, what's up?" John asked as he opened the door and let Mike in.

Mike pointed outside to the car parked in front of John's house. "Is that Callie's car?"

Shit! John frowned and looked outside. "No, probably one of my neighbor's." He lied.

Mike looked back at the car quickly before shaking his head to forget about it. "What took you so long?" Mike questioned as he stepped inside.

John frowned. "I was in the bathroom, what's your problem?"

Mike let out a breath and ran a hand over his head. "I don't know man, I'm sorry."

John slapped his friend on the back comfortingly. "Come on, I'll get you a beer or something." He wanted to get rid of Mike so Callie could come out of hiding, but it was clear his friend needed him right now. "So tell me what's wrong." He demanded after he took the cap off a bottle of beer and handed it to Mike.

Mike was about to respond when he leaned his head to the side to look behind his friend and into the dining room. "You having company or something?" He asked confused with a slight grin.

John turned and panicked. The wine glasses. One sitting in front of his plate and one sitting where Callie's plate used to be. Dammit, he forgot! He had to think quickly. He turned to face his friend with a smirk. "Oh yeah, my date. She's upstairs, waiting for me to clean up."

Mike smirked back. "Oh yeah?"

John nodded. "Yeah, I think she said something about slipping into something more comfortable." He made up off the top of his head.

Mike's eyes lit up and he laughed before reaching out and slapping his friends shoulder proudly. "Damn man, good for you. I'm surprised; you haven't really seen anyone in a couple years."

John just shrugged. "Got to get back into the game sometime right?" He joked.

Mike nodded. "Well I didn't know you had someone over so I'll get out of your way." He said as he set his still full bottle of beer on the counter.

"Did you need to talk?" John asked, knowing something was bothering his friend.

He shook his head and waved it off. "No, just tried calling Callie a couple times a while ago to invite her to dinner and she didn't answer. Just kinda down. But don't worry about it, I'll be fine. We can talk later. You have more important things to get to." John nodded though he instantly felt like a shitty friend. But what was he supposed to say? 'Yeah man, sorry about that but the reason she's not picking up your calls is cause she's upstairs, waiting for me to kick you out'? No way.

"Alright, if you're sure?" He said to make sure as he walked him to the door.

Mike nodded. "Yeah, I'll come by tomorrow."

"Ok, see you then," He said as he waved goodbye to his friend. Once he reached his car, John closed the door and looked up the stairs. He shook his head as he walked up. Now he felt so guilty, all he felt like doing now, after hearing Mike sound so down about not getting a hold of Callie, was ask her to leave so he could go to sleep. That was until he walked into his room where Callie was laying in his bed. She turned to look at him and smiled.

"I know we were supposed to eat dinner first but can't we just skip it?" She asked as she lifted the covers so he could see she was only wearing her bra and panties.

"We could do that," He said as he stripped off his shirt and climbed on the bed. So much for asking her to leave.

A/N: Thanks again for everyone reading and reviewing, so glad people are liking this story! Let me know what you thought of this chapter as well. :)