"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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ANNA
Michael and I sit in silence as he drives down the highway, His large hand resting on my thigh traces soft patterns every now and then. well, I don't know what to say since I kind off pushed his buttons too far. okay. while we were waiting on the valet to bring Michael's car around, one of his busines partners was out with his wife as well. they exchanged a nice conversation until the old man brought up prospects concerning the recent project that the Vitality Tower lost. it didnt stop there, after I politely defended my husband's honor, his wife goes on to talk about our separation that the media took the chance to exploit our of, and I thought it was fun to poke the beast so I agreed with a smile and said, "yes. we are getting a divorce. this was just a little dinner before we part ways."
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Well, that didn't age well. Michael's intense breathing and the look he has on beside me as he speeds down the road is enough for me to know he's reached his limits with my jokes.
you're fucked.
yes, I am. very.
A quiet moment goes by and I turn over in my seat, watching him. the way his muscles flexed under his sweater as his left hand handled the steering wheel with all his might, and the other tightly gripped my thigh now. It's very attractive. It didn't hurt. i relax into my seat, a sigh rolling out of me. I place a hand on his shoulder, reaching up, I cup the back of his neck fiddling with the short strands over there, caressing his skin slightly. his breathing picks up, glancing at me briefly. my eyes remain on him, 'Take me home.' I plead silently. He looks at me again as if to confirm what I said back at the restaurant and my heart rate just skyrockets out the roof. I nod slowly. He didn't ask any questions. he swiftly maneuvers the car into a different lane, changing courses. By the time we get to our home, i was scared and excited at the same time. giddy to find out what he was going to do to me for being a bad girl.
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Michael drives into the garage. he quietly gets out of the car, I watch him round the car to my side. my heart thrums against my rib cage when I caught a glimpse of the heat in his raven orbs.
I swallow, taking a deep breath.
The door opens and he gently pulls me out of the car and heads straight into the house through the entrance from the garage leading into the kitchen. One moment he's closing the door behind us and locking up. the next, I'm being pushed up against it his body towering over mine. I blink up at him, the way he's just staring down at me. his manic expression sends tingles down my spine to my toes.
"you have no idea what you're doing to me do you? And you've been a very bad girl tonight caramel." he rasped, his fingers wrapping around the length of my braids. Dove's are innocent, and I'm anything but that tonight. Thrum, thrum, thrum. my heart leaps against my chest, the words getting caught up in my throat. Michael leans down, his nose coming into contact with my neck. he traces the column of my neck slowly, inhaling deeply. his free hand comes to rest on my waist sparking up the fire in my body. I move closer the thought of not knowing what he's going to do is scary but driving me crazy. I want it. I want to know ...to have a taste of that danger, so bad.
