“Can I have one too?”
He raised a brow and chuckled. “An orange?”
My stomach growled, and I nodded. “Please.”
After pulling one out and dropping it into my water, he smiled. “Anything for you.”
I smiled back and was about to turn back around, but he grabbed my wrist.
“Hey, don’t sweat it.” He nodded back to the group Michael was with. “They’re just people. You don’t have to look like you’re about to faint around them.”
“And what if I am?”
He wiped the bar down with a rag. “You won’t.”
“They seem very judgy.”
“Many businesspeople here are. They’re just jealous. Don’t let them get to you.”
After nodding and thanking him, I turned back around and plucked the orange right out of the glass, sucking it into my mouth and moaning quietly to myself. I didn’t know what kind of addictive shit they put in these here, but it tasted good tonight.
I took my time walking back to Michael, not wanting to go back to those judgmental stares. But we were here for him, and I was going to suck it up, no matter how much I wished I’d stayed home by myself.
Michael wanted me here. Michael made me face my fears. Michael was my man. And I’d support him, no matter what. But I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that this night was about to get a whole lot worse.
CHAPTER17
MIA
After a few hours of talking with his coworkers, Michael grabbed my hand and led me toward a door near the side of the bar. Before he pulled me out of it, he glanced back to make sure nobody was watching, then pulled me down the hall toward the elevators. “I want to show you something.”
As soon as we stepped onto the elevator, I released all the stress and anxiety in a huge sigh. God, it had been difficult to keep up tonight. I’d tried talking to some of his coworkers, striking up some conversation about something. But it was difficult for me to relate to any of them. I was still in college, working on getting my bachelor’s, while most of them had been working for the past twenty years at least.
Michael tapped Button 30 in the elevator and grabbed my hand. When the elevator doors opened, we were on top of the damn building.
Wind chilled my skin, and I walked outside. There was a large garden with all different types of flowers, like its own little jungle. I grinned. This was breathtaking and exactly what I needed.
I walked around the flowers, letting my fingers brush against the petals, and Michael followed after me. We weaved our way through the makeshift garden until we came to the end, where there were some benches secured into the building near the edge.
After wandering toward the edge, I glanced down at the tiny cars below. We were only thirty stories in the air, but the sight was beyond beautiful. I took in a deep breath, wanting to savor this moment forever.
Michael rested his hands on the railing on either side of me. “Do you like it?” he asked, nose grazing against my ear.
I shivered in delight and smiled at the sparkling city lights. He grinded into me from behind, and I closed my eyes, knowing exactly what he wanted.
“Michael,” I whispered. “We can’t … not here.”
“Pull up the back of your dress.”
I glanced back through the garden. “Michael, what if someone comes up here and sees us?”
He pressed into me from behind, making me feel his cock. I bit back a moan and pushed back into him, letting his dick rub against my ass. God, this was what I needed right now. This party was stressing me out.
“Pull up your dress, Mia. I won’t ask again.”
I gulped and pulled up the back of my dress, feeling the warmth pool between my legs.
Michael slapped my backside, grabbing a cheek in his hand. “Arch your back. Let me see it.”
