Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Michael's P.O.V.

In the elevator, I was close to exploding, with her hand lovingly holding onto mine, my senses and emotions were soaring.

I couldn't believe the way she looked, don't get me wrong, she was beautifully stunning every day, but now? Hell...she is sex in high heeled shoes.

I couldn't stop the dream rekindling in my imagination, all those...things...the intimacy, getting more and more realistic, I didn't dare look at her, I didn't want to do anything, not in front of Bill and John anyway...but...b-but ugh, I wanted to hurt the sheets with her, never have I felt this way towards anybody, not this amount of attraction, sexual attraction at that.

She does something to my chemistry.

Thankfully, we were let out of the confined space of the elevator, her smell was intoxicating me.

"Let's hope there's not as many rats out there as there were earlier!" Bill sneered.

'Rats' was his code word for the media.

I was grateful for him interrupting my focus, "I don't think there will be, it's late, it's probably feeding time!" I joked.

Both John and Bill snickered.

Not knowing what we were talking about, Grace said "I used to have a pet rat, she had pink eyes!"

I stifled a laugh and decided to go along with her, "Really you did?! Me too!"

Behind us I heard Bill and John almost dying with laughter, I looked back and shot them an evil stare, they both shut up instantly.

As we exited the hotel, there were only 3 'rats' outside, therefore it was easy to ignore, although pathetic shots of questions were fired at us, they got no where and nothing.

We clambered into the limo, I slid in, then looked over, I was shocked at how close I had sat next to Grace, almost on top of her...almost.