Kristina's POV
That kiss was so hot I didn't want to stop it. But my motives behind initiating the kiss were not good at all. Truth is I'm not sure exactly how I feel about Derrick. One minute he irks me to no end the next I feel like I can have good conversation with him.
But what was I supposed to tell Johnny? I like you but I like Derrick a lot too?
"Wow!" Johnny says. "That was some kiss."
"Yeah," I say smiling.
"Hey, you wanna ditch this place?" Johnny offers.
"But you already paid for the tickets, and I know they were really expensive," I say.
"Who cares the money went to charity and it's not like I don't have more. I wanna spend time with you away from a bunch of rich snobs," he tells me.
"What do you want to do?" I ask.
"Let's go order a pizza, and watch movies or something," he suggests.
"I'd like that. Are we going to your penthouse or is your new home ready?"I ask.
"It's not quite ready yet. All the furniture for the living room and dining rooms need to be brought in and there are boxes everywhere. I was hoping we could go to your place," He tells me.
"Is the kitchen done?" I ask.
"Well yeah…" he starts.
"Then I wanna head over there. Well, maybe we can stop by my place so I can change first, cuz I'm gonna help you empty boxes," I declare.
"You really wanna help me unpack?" he asks surprised.
"Yeah I know how much time it takes to pack everything up, bring it to a new place, and then unpack it all. I wanna help," I say.
So we get into the limo and head back to my place where I try not to take too long changing out of my evening gown. As I'm changing I think about how hot it is tonight and how Johnny told me he got a hot tub installed. Maybe we could take a dip in the hot tub after unpacking.
I open my drawer and pull out my bikinis. White lace? No too innocent looking. Leopard print with hot pink straps? No too Jersey. Bright pink with polka dots and lace trimming? A little too cutesy for this occasion it'll remind him of my sister Molly. Then I spot the red ruffle one. It's sexy and strapless and works so well against my tan skin. I slip it on quick putting a black solid t shirt and cropped sweatpants over top.
"You ready?' he asks when I walk out.
I nod then follow him out to the limo.
"Even dressed down you look beautiful," he tells me. "Though I prefer you in red, it's definitely your color."
He plants a kiss on me and wraps his arms around me as I lift my legs onto the seat and turn into his embrace. His hands are on my hips and I grab them when I feel them dip under the waistline of my sweats. I pull back and stare at him.
"What kind of pizza do you want?" I ask with a nervous smile. I need to distract him from my lower half.
"Buffalo chicken ranch is the best," he says.
"It's my favorite too," I tell him.
"I could eat pizza anytime though. Morning, noon and night and never get tired of it as long as I could switch up the flavors. Breakfast pizza in the morning, plain slice for lunch, buffalo chicken ranch for dinner and cinnamon strudel pizza for dessert." He jokes.
"I think I'd get tried eventually. I like pizza but I couldn't eat in more than once a day," I say.
"With a body like that, you don't look like you eat it at all," he compliments me.
"I work out a lot," I reply.
"Maybe we can work out together," he suggests. "You know Angelique was giving me all these fitness tips."
I let out a groan. "I don't want to hear about Angelique," I say turning my head and rolling my eyes.
"Not a fan?" he asks with a laugh.
"I'd rather listen to my dad's new girlfriend," I respond.
"Angelique seems like a cool chick. Not very smart but cool nonetheless. Can't believe she's with that Derrick loser," he says.
"She probably thinks he'll help her further her career. Derrick's got charisma and talent that'll take him far," I say,
"Is someone jealous?" he asks and I turn back around to face him.
"No, way!" I shake my head. "Derrick and I are acquaintances nothing more.
"I meant about Angelique in general," he says. "You didn't seem happy when I was talking to her earlier."
"I was not jealous!" I cry.
"Sure you weren't," he teases me.
We pull up in front of large black gates which instantly open so the car can drive through. It's dark but there are a few lights outside of the house and on inside. There are two sets of stairs leading up to the double doors of the mansion. The mansion is this eggshell color with a grey blue roof. Each of the windows has these intricately designed rails surrounding them.
"Impressed?" he asks me.
I smile. "A little I need to see the inside though," I say as he slips the key into the door.
He opens the door and I inhale the slight smell of cleaning product instead of the musty aroma I was expecting. I see tons of boxes piled up in the foyer.
"Despite the boxes it does look more warm and welcoming than my father's house," I say scanning the mint tinted walls and the marble spiral staircase as I walk across the hardwood floors. The ceiling is so high it looks endless. It's like something out of one of Molly's romance novels.
"It's a reflection of my newfound appreciation for architecture," he says.
"Are you serious?" I ask.
"What? I can't appreciate fine art?" he jokes.
"It's not that. It's just that you don't seem like someone who would be interested in that," I say.
"There's a lot of sides to me that you'll get to know soon," he tells me.