"What colour of panties are you wearing?"
"Excuse me?" She countered
"I won't repeat the question again"
"Red. They're red" she swallowed
"Reach below your gown. Pull it. And hand it over to me"
"Why would you want it? It's just a piece of material...
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"Oh my God Charlotte... What can I say? This is... Awesome. I feel less mortal with every liquid fire that lights up this dress" Raven turned away from Mikhail to face Charlotte, hugging her.
"You are... less mortal baby girl. You've always been to me. This is my apology gift for behaving less of your best friend and hitting you over the one thing I swore would never come between us, a man." Charlotte replied solemnly, bugging her best friend back, the ferocity of love, binding them together.
"An amazing party, getting Mikhail here, now this dress...no,you are the less mortal one Charlotte. You're my personal birthday gift. Your surprises are mind blowing. Thank you for loving me"
"I am equally as grateful. Thank you for loving me. Now, let's not keep your gentleman waiting, we all know if he had his way, he would have long since taken you to his bed. It's out of respect for me, and the fact that today actually is your birthday, that he's still here" Charlotte smirked, turning Raven around to face Mikhail once more, and surreptitiously smacking her in the arse
"Aw!" Raven instinctively jumped, but no one else noticed.
What was it with the girls in her life, wanting to touch her body?
She gingerly went into Mikhail's arms, and for the next thirty minutes, danced two of the best waltzes of her life, in his arms.
The moment they were done, Mikhail kissed her briefly once more, and grasped her hand
"We're getting out of here." he whispered thickly, in her ears
"Why? We're still just halfway into the party. Plus Mistress Rita planned this as well. I don't want to put her efforts to waste, by now leaving when the party's not yet even over"
"Sweetheart, if we're talking about the same Mistress Rita, then she was expecting us to leave over an hour ago. In fact I can bet she's incredibly disappointed that I'm not in a room with you right now, fucking you senseless." he whispered amusedly in her ear, feeling smug that he could still shock her to her very toes and make her blush beetroot red, like a teenager.
"This hall wasn't just booked for the party. It was also booked for its living quarters. Come with me, we have an entire floor and series of suites to ourselves upstairs." he told her, not bothering to mask his ardor.
"Mikhail—"
"Now the next few minutes here are going to be very crucial, because you're going to be faced with making a choice. Either you let me take you upstairs, and make passionate love to you all night, in a bedroom, or you stall, and I take you right here on the goddamn floor, for everyone watching. It's entirely up to you. The choice as usual, will always remain yours."
Yeah, just like Mikhail to give her series of bad choices to choose from. She was appalled! Make passionate love my foot! Nobody was making love to anyone! She was not leaving until this party was over, and there was nothing the controlling jerk could do about it! She was going to give the bastard a piece of her goddamn mind!
