John's POV

John felt like a schoolgirl. He laid in bed, struggling to fall asleep. The note she had left on his windshield was sitting on the bedside table. That smirk, watching that smirk widen into that dazzling smile when she saw him. He knew she could bring a man to his knees, but that, that fire was something else. She was something to behold, that was for sure. He didn't think he would ever get a hard on from watching another man get hit in the face, but she just did something to ...