IN THE ARMS OF MR. MICHAELS (UNDER MAJOR REVISION)

34: His way of retribution

ANYA's POV

I smiled when I felt some warm hand softly caressing my face, liking the feeling of it. Hmmm, I didn't know dreaming about him touching me could be this gratifying. It felt so real that I think I don't want to wake up anymore. Then his hand gently stroke my cheeks then my chin and then his thumb runs over my lips making me feel butterflies in my stomach. I could even feel his hot breath caressing against my face.

Is he going to kiss me? I suddenly felt excited at that thought. Oh God, please don't wake me up anymore. Just let me live in this dream forever. Then I felt his lips gently touching my own. I just stayed still and enjoyed the feel of his lips with me. The kiss felt so real but my mouth won't move to return that. The kiss had stop after a few seconds but I know he was still there because I can still feel him breathing against my lips. I smiled, loving the feeling of him near me. How I missed his minty scent. I could really sleep till forever with this dream.

Sighing, I moved my body to snuggle to my right but was startled when my bed suddenly moved as well, waking me up and pulling me out of my dream. So startled that my heart was thudding like crazy. I clutched my chest while heaving with deep breaths as I looked around me then groaned when I realized that I was still in the office, leaning against my chair while dreaming like some crazy.

I let out a yawn then rubbed my eyes to remove the sleepiness. My back was still sore with hunching over my computer all day. I glanced at my watch then sighed when it was already eight in the evening. This means, I've slept for almost an hour now after I've done with my work after seven..

My table was now clean, very different from when I've left it before I slept. Even my computer was now off.

I frowned.

Definitely. I wonder who was that good Samaritan who clean my table while I'm dead asleep. My one eyebrow raised as I try to think who that person is. But when no idea came, I just shrugged it off my mind.

I scanned the office around me and found out that again, I'm alone inside. Sighing, I took my bag and got on my feet then walked outside. Good thing that almost all of the lights were still on.

I yawned again as I headed to the elevator. Though I'm just in 2nd floor, I preferred to use the elevator than using the stairs everyday. Why would I waste my time and effort using that when I could save it with the elevator.

I was about to press the down button but paused when the lift was already moving down from the 8th floor.

I just patiently wait outside while grimacing as I try to massage my still sore back. Oh God.. I think I've overworked myself that much. Gosh, if I shouldn't have slept for almost an hour and dream about that bastard, I would've been home and in my bed by now.

At the thought of him and this morning's event make my scalp tingled, hating myself for acting an idiot before him. I'm at fault for being late, yes, but it wasn't right for him to use his power just to get back with me, just because I have rejected him. And if I'm lucky enough to have an alone time with him, that I don't think would happen so soon given our situation now, I would really hit him on his head for what he did.

My thoughts was interrupted when a ping sounded and the door opened. I was about to get in but halted when I saw who were inside, my sore back suddenly forgotten. Speak of the devil and he will appear with a she-devil.

The bastard!

"You know, we could---" the woman who's clinging on his arm stopped when she saw me gaping at them, that same woman who had called him her bloody 'BABY' and fetched him at the time of our rescue. She's in his glorious self with red shoulder length hair sparkling on her head, clad in designer clothes-light blue jeans and white cami top with killer heels on her feet.