Strangers In Moscow

Chapter 9 Pt. 2

 Michael's P.O.V.

Never before in my life have I started at someone dance so hard in my life! She looked so hot, yet so beautiful and comfortable at the same time. As I watched the sweat trickle from her body, I finally catch her eye! I could tell that she's embarrassed! This is too adorable! I'm so turned on right now, I could just take her right here. I was snapped out of my dirty thoughts, by her beautiful face. She freezes in her tracks, and cuts off the music, obviously surprised that I'd been watching her the entire time. "Oh baby, please don't stop on my account. I'm enjoying this very much!", I said while biting my lip. "Aww, you know it's gonna be completely hard to continue with you watching and biting your lip!", she says as she giggles. She moves around the room to look for her jacket. I wonder how long it will take her before she knows I have her jacket? I snicker to myself knowing that I've already hidden it. "Baby, where is my jacket?", she says while looking everywhere for her jacket. "Uh, I don't know. Where did you put it?", I ask innocently. She looks at me suspiciously and I knew instantly she could see straight through me."Babe, where is my jacket?", she asked with a knowing smirk. Damn, she catches on fast! I laugh, shaking my head at her. "Babe, why would you think I would have your jacket?", I said softly. I ask her. She looks at me deeply, as a grins dances on her face. "Michael, I never said you had it. I ASKED you where it was. But, thanks for admitting and being honest.", she said, laughing. Damn she smart! She looks so sexy when she is proving a point and when she knows she's right! She gazes at me even more so. "Okay, okay! Baby, I hid your jacket. Congrats Velma, you solved the mystery!", I said as we both laughed hysterically. "Okay, Applehead. Where did you put it?", she asked. I walk to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Baby, you look so good like that. Why hide all that sexiness under a jacket, or for any long sleeves for that matter?!", I asked curiously. I really wanted to know why she was so insecure about herself when she had no need to be. She looks down, and my eyes follow, and I start to see traces of bruises on her....