When Michael came into the house, he expected to find Anna and her friend waiting for him on the couch or in the kitchen, drinking lemonade and chatting. Instead they both came down the hall and for a moment he was suspicious but the conversation at dinner was easy and culminated with a sweet scoop of banana pudding for dessert. By the end, Michael was sitting back in his chair, enjoying Shelly's travel stories and sipping whisky that had been aged in a charred white oak barrel.
Anna smiled at him over the rim of his glass, remembering the evening before and how sweet and warm his breath had been from the alcohol. Michael had been so romantic, his hands gentle and he fucked her slow. In fact, it made her think of "making love," the way his hips had rolled and filled her with solid pleasure. The whole evening, she had kept her hands on his body or her arms around his neck or her lips against his skin and it seemed so terribly ironic that Shelly would appear the next day.
She had been so cordial with Michael that Anna was exhausted by the tumultuous shifts in attitude since they met each other earlier. Shelly had always been a mistress of emotion. As easily as she could be turned on, she could be turned off. The same could not be said about desire, however, and Anna knew that her former friend was waiting for the opportunity to pounce again.
Knowing this, Anna was grateful when Michael offered to clear the dessert plates and tidy up the kitchen and asked Shelly to join him to finish their conversation about Dhubai. She took the opportunity to dash in her room and think! Should she call a friend? She could think of so many people she would like to call, especially Gary, a gay friend from college who had been her confidante throughout the Shelly years. He would know what to tell her, being similar to Shelly in temper. The main difference was that Shelly could never deny herself while Gary was total self control. In fact, Michael was a lot like Gary and she smiled, thinking how much better the day would have been if it was Gary in town for business.
Groaning softly, she dropped on the edge of the bed with her arms tightly crossed beneath her breasts. She became so lost in her memories and thoughts on the day that she did not hear Michael come in the room. He told her that Shelly had left, just like that, because she had a meeting in the morning.
Anna let out a long, deep breath and could not stop the wide smile that crossed her lips. At that, Michael raised a dark blonde brow. "Anna?"
"Oh. Well..." Anna shrugged her shoulders. "I'm glad it's just you and me is all." She kicked her feet up like a little girl and immediately regretted the action. To disguise it, she slipped off the bed and walked over to slip her arms around Michael's neck and place a kiss on his hard jaw. "You smell so good, Michael."
"Master," he corrected.
"Master."
With her body pressed to his, she could feel his muscles tightening with desire and, of course, his erection. Pushing away from him, Anna smiled as she began to pull her clothes off.
In her eyes, he was an angel. Golden haired and lit from behind by the warm 60-watt light bulbs.
He could tell what she was thinking from the soft focus of her eyes and the way her lips parted. For some reason it wasn't the impression he wanted her to have, so he moved toward her and roughly pulled off her remaining underware and shoved her toward the bed. Caught off guard, Anna tripped over her own feet and fell on her back. Her startled yelp easily gave way to an inviting smile as she rolled her hips and parted her legs.
