Page 18 of A Master's Destiny
While I’m on the road, my phone starts to ring. I glance down to see it’s my old college roommate, Brad Anderson. Not wanting to be distracted while I’m driving, I wait until I reach the parking lot to flip my phone open and call him back.
“Things are a bit crazy for me right now,” I tell him, motioning to Durov that I’ll be a minute and he should go on.
“I’m sorry to hear that buddy,” Anderson says, sounding concerned.
I laugh. “Actually, things are going well. I just don’t have a minute to myself.”
“Why’s that?”
“I finally bit the bullet and started the Dominant Training course.”
“About time! So, I take it you’re enjoying yourself?”
“The course is even better than I expected.”
“That’s really saying something. I know how you are…”
“What are you implying?” I tease him.
Anderson chuckles. “Just that you’re a man with exceedingly high expectations.”
“I’m happy to report that the trainers have not only met those expectations but surpassed them.” I glance down at my watch. “Unfortunately, I’ve got to head into class right now. Was there something you wanted?”
“There is, actually. Morning Wood Ranch caught the attention of a major grocery distributor in California, and my pop wants me to fly out to meet with them. I know it’s awfully late notice, but I was wondering if I could stay with you.”
“My place isn’t much, but you’re certainly welcome to stay here.”
“Thanks, and I’ll make you a deal,” Anderson tells me. “I’ll do all the cooking while I’m there.”
“No need,” I assure him. “I’m happy to have you.”
“I insist, buddy. Do you have any idea how much a hotel costs for a week’s stay in LA? It’s like a freaking house payment. I just can’t see throwing that kind of money away.”
“It is ridiculous,” I agree, laughing. “You know, I’m glad you’re coming. Between work and this course, I’m hardly home these days. At least now, someone will be using the apartment.”
“Just one more thing before I let you go.”
I glance at my watch again and see I only have ten minutes before class starts. Getting out of the car, I pull out my tool bag from the back seat to join Durov at the entrance of the building.
“What is it, Anderson?”
“I’ll be flying in on Sunday. Is that going to be a problem?”
I smile. “You’re actually in luck. Sunday is the only day I have off, so I can pick you up at the airport and save you the cab fare.”
“No need to go to any trouble. Letting me stay at your apartment is more than enough.”
“I already have it all planned out,” I tell him. “Bring your swim trunks. We’ll be heading to the beach straight from the airport.”
“Well, hot dang! Now, that’s an offer I can’t refuse. See you soon.”
I hang up and walk up to the reception desk to introduce Durov.
Miss Dunningham smiles. “Oh, I remember Rytsar Durov, Mr. Davis.”
She turns to him. “It’s a pleasure to see you again. Are you here for the demonstrations? If so, I can get you a pamphlet highlighting tonight’s performances.”
Durov smiles charmingly. “Visitor pass—yes. But no need for a pamphlet.”
