When I got in my car, I called Gigi to let her know I’ll be late.

Me-“Hey Gigi its Yahara”

Gigi-“Yoyo! What’s up?”

Me-“I’m going to be a little late coming home today”

Gigi-“Why?”

Me-“Because I have to catch up on a group project”

Gigi-“Is Michael going to be there?”

Me-“Yea we’re going to his place”

Gigi-“………….I won’t wait up for you”

Me-“It’s for work Gigi get your mind out of the gutter!”

Gigi-“Hahaha have fun, but not too much fun”

Me-“Gigi shut up! I’m not gonna have sex with him!”

As soon as I said this he knocked on my car door window and I looked over and flashed a smile. I quickly hung up and rolled down the window. “Uh yea you need something?” I asked hoping that he didn’t hear the last part. “My car is down there so just make a right when you come out of here” he said with a look as if he was suspicious. When he left the window I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes at the conversation Gigi and I just had. I pulled out and followed him to our destination. He lived in the heart of New York in a condo over a strip of stores. The apartments were really high class and kind of made my apartment look like the projects. We entered his apartment and my mouth hung open. It was really pretty which surprised me because Michael wasn’t much of a decorator. “You have a really nice place” I complimented taking off my purse and hanging it on a coat hook. “Take your shoes off” he said while slipping his loafers off and taking his hair out of his ponytail which made him look even more gorgeous. Slowly I stepped out of my pumps looking around his apartment. You can sit in the living room, I’ll be back.” I sat on his all black couch and waited for him to return. His house smelled like vanilla which made me smile a bit because it seemed like everything he touched smelled like vanilla. I got up and started looking around his apartment to snoop. I came to a book shelf that had pictures on it. One of the pictures was Michael and my old friend Aleli as children, which made me smile. “Comfortable are we?” Michael asked from the hallway he disappeared in, I didn’t look up but just simply waved him off putting the picture down. “So when do we get started?” I asked finally looking up at him. “After I pore us some drinks. Would you rather a margarita, or straight tequila my choices don’t really vary?” He asked walking to the kitchen. “Uh neither I’d like to stay sober when doing work.” I headed back to the living room and sat down where I was before. “Margarita it is” he yelled from the kitchen as I heard a blender going. I rolled my eyes and sat there waiting for him to finish so that we could get the stupid project over with. He came in with time Margaritas that had limes on the side of them. The cup was too big; it looked as if it would have you stumbling after drinking half of it. He handed me the cup and I thanked him. I put it I’m the table and waited for him to pull out the work. “You’re not even going to try it?” He asked taking out his brief case and putting it on the table. I took a sip and surprisingly it was really good. “It’s delicious, so when is the dead line for this ad?” I asked trying to focus on the work. “About two weeks, there’s really no rush it’s just that I wanted to get it over pretty quickly so that I won’t have to worry about it.” He handed me a report document on the product and as I read it I could sense that he was staring at me. As soon as I felt nervous I took a sip of my margarita which set me at ease. “Where did you get that scar from?” He asked grabbing my arm and examining my wrist. His touch was very soft which made me a bit nervous. I took a gulp of my drink and said, “in college we were doing an experiment and I got burned” I said pulling my arm out of his grasp to look at it myself. He then stared into my eyes and began to giggle. “Do you remember when I use to torture you?” He said this as if I should be reminiscing happily of this memory. “It’s not funny Michael you were an ass, and you bringing it up shows me that you’re still an ass” I said taking another sip of my drink. I started to feel warm inside and a bit bold. “I’m not an ass, and even if I was, you are too. You can just hide it under a fake smile, see I’m more honest.” He took his drink and sipped it. My cup was already half gone from my nerves but I wasn’t drunk, just a bit tipsy. “I like your dress by the way” he said pointing to my leg. “Thanks” I said still looking at the document pretending as if I hadn’t read over it three times. He started to lightly trace my thigh with the back of his hand which shocked me. Then he took it a step further putting his hand on my thigh slightly massaging it. “I looked up at him with a confused expression. His eyes were focused on my thighs as he bit his bottom lip furiously. In a way I didn’t want him to move his hand so I let it go and pretended like I didn’t really notice. He then leaned in my direction, and his face came closer to mine. “Margret did you ever think about us after college?” He asked with his hand still on my thigh. “I don’t understand this line of the document it kind of contradicts itself don’t you think?” I asked trying to change the subject. “Fuck the documents, answer the question” he grabbed the papers out of my hands and threw them on the coffee table. I kept my gaze down in my lap but I could sense that he was staring at me waiting for me to answer. “I’ve not yet met a woman that I could be best friends with but also intimate. Not since college, not since I was with you” I looked over at him for a second as he stared at my lips and I looked back into my lap. “That was a long time ago Michael” I stated as I fiddled with my fingers trying to think of an excuse to get out of this situation. “I’m starting to get a bit of a head ache, I think I’ll just go” I said as I started to get up. He grabbed my arm with the hand that rested on my thigh and pulled me back down. “You’re lying, why are you so nervous all of a sudden?” He asked with a smirk on his face as if he knew he was getting to me. “I’m not nervous at all I should just be getting ready to go because well it’s getting late.” I said stuttering between every word. “What if I didn’t want you to leave?” He asked playing with a piece of my hair. This was some creepy dejavu of high school. It made me feel like the nervous nerd I was then. “What do you mean?” I asked looking in the opposite direction. “I don’t want you to leave tonight, just stay” he said pulling my chin in his direction. “I don’t think that’s a good idea” I said pulling my chin out of his grasp. “That’s your problem you think too much.” I got up and headed for my shoes. “Goodnight Michael” I called behind me not looking back. I stepped into my high heels and went to grab my purse when he grabbed me by my waist from behind. He pulled me close to him hand I could feel his breath on my neck. “I like it when you’re nervous” he whispered in my ear which made my legs weaken. “I still love you Margret” He stated in a whisper, which caused me to turn around and look at him. “Michael don’t do that” I said in a serious tone. “Do what, tell the truth?” He asked sarcastically as he let go of my waist. “Tell me that you don’t feel the same way and I’ll let you leave” he stepped in front of the door leaning up against it. “Move Michael” I demanded getting irritated. “No” he looked deep into my eyes which made me look away. “Can you honestly say that you have no more feelings for me?” He asked grabbing me by my wrist bringing me closer to him. “The feeling aren’t there anymore” I said trying to get him out of my way. “You’re lying” he said while grabbing me by my other arm. “Don’t lie to me Margret I’ve known you too long for that”, which was true. He could always tell when I was lying which drove me insane. “Okay Michael yes I still have feelings for you now can I go home?” I asked grabbing my purse off of the coat hook. “That wasn’t the deal; I said if you could honestly say that you didn’t have feelings for me then you could leave. But if you still had feelings for me then you’d stay. I really want you to stay.” I tried to get pass Michael but he softly pushed me away from the door. “So you’re just going to kidnap me?” I asked trying to get pass him yet to fail again. “You could say that” he said grabbing my hand. He guided me down the dark hall way he came out of before and at the end of the hall was his room. It was pretty dark so I couldn’t really see what it looked like. “You can put this on as pajamas” he said handing me one of his button down shirts. “That’s it, what about pants or a real shirt?” I asked holding the shirt up. “Well there’s no need for pants Ms. Haul” Michael said with a smile on his face looking down at my legs. “You’re a pervert” I said walking to the bathroom unbuttoning the shirt. When I put it on it came down to the middle of my thighs. It looked pretty big on me which I didn’t mind because it was so comfortable. Walking out of the bathroom I noticed Michael Putting on a white T-shirt. On his side I saw scars that reminded me of the time I had to play doctor and take glass out of his side. “I thought those scars would go away by now” I said leaning against the door frame. “They didn’t peeping tom” he said looking over at me. His facial expression turned blank as his eyes gradually went down to my thighs. I tugged at the bottom of the shirt trying not to reveal anything. He started to slowly walk over still looking t my legs. Even though he was only inches away there was no eye contact given. “Uh Michael don’t molest me” I said sarcastically. He finally looked up at me with dark eyes and said in a lower tone, “Don’t tempt me Margret”. “Goodnight Michael” I said walking around him heading towards the bed. I got under the covers and moved my hair to one side. Before Michael got in, I pulled the shirt all the way down trying to make sure it didn’t ride up. He turned to me and rested on his elbow. I tried to move back without him noticing but as soon as I started he pulled me in with his hand around my waist. “Lay down” he orders softly pushing my stomach to lay down. I looked up at him hovering over me. He pushed his hair back and leaned in for a kiss. When his lips met mine it was like electricity running through my body. As we kissed I could feel hand move from my face down to my stomach. He unbuttoned the shirt I wore and caressed my thigh softly which I loved. When he started slightly tugging my underwear it brought me back to reality and I broke the kiss which aggravated him. “What?” He asked in a whiney voice as if I was disturbing him. “I’m not having sex with you” I said while buttoning up what he had undone. “Why nooootttt” he whined once more stopping me from buttoning up the last one. “Michael what do you mean why not? We don’t even date you’re just acting on your feelings as usual.” I said rolling my eyes at his immaturity. “Which you need to do more often, come one just loosen up a bit for once in your life. It’s not like we haven’t had sex before, so what’s the big issue now?” He asked looking down at me with puppy dog eyes. I wish I could tell you that I didn’t have sex with him that night but I did. It was just as I remembered, the best I’d probably ever have.