Derrick Anders?!

The outside of the building is even immaculate with dark grey paint and white shutters. There’s a manicured small front yard with grass and even a front door. I look up at Derrick’s residence and shake my head, “This isn’t a condo.” I roll my eyes.

Derrick shrugs, “Why don’t you think it’s a condo?” he asks, helping me off the bike.

I smirk and point as the garage door opens, “I don’t know, it’s kind of connected to other homes like a town, or TOWNHOUSE.” I laugh, “Condos don’t have their own garages and are usually inside a building.”

Derrick smirks, and walks his motorcycle into the garage, “I knew you were already skeptical about me having a condo, so I didn’t want to label it even bigger.” He laughs.

I shake my head and push his arm and he grins, shit! I am flirting with him. I am flirting with Derrick fucking Anders.

I clear my throat and he smiles, walking toward the garage door, “Well, come in, make yourself at home.”

I take my helmet off and hand it to him. He sets it down an