Something about him

Chapter 19

Sasha's POV

"What the fuck." I whispered to myself.

I went into the bathroom that was in the room I was in. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Than I started looking for my clothes. I couldn't find them. I walked out the room and went into the hallway. I tip toed down the steps to see if it's pictures or anything around the house and it wasn't.

I seen a room as I went downstairs and I heard male grunts. I looked in the room and I seen Michael working out. He only had on shorts. See the sweat drip down his body turned me on a little.

"Good morning Miss.Kelly ." I heard from behind me. I damn near jumped out of my skin. It looked like one of his body guards.

"Good morning."

"Sorry I scared you. Did you need anything?"

"Yes where is the kitchen?"

"Right this way." I followed him to the kitchen.

I went in the fridge to look for something to eat. I got out some milk, eggs, cheese, and I was looking for bacon.

"Find what you're looking for?" I jumped up hitting my head on the fridge.

"Shit." I said rubbing my head I turned and it was Michael. Sweaty and no shirt on.

"You ok?" He chuckled.

"Uh I- yea I'm ok."

"Excuse me." He moved around me grabbing a water.

"Um I'm looking for the bacon." Michael closed the door to the fridge and pointed to the freezer. "Thank you." I whispered.

I walked over to get a bowl out the cabinet but I was too short. As I reach her up I felt the shirt starting to rise. I froze when I felt his body press against mines. I moved over and he gave me the bowl with a smile.

"Thank you again." His eyes scanned my naked thighs as we stood there. Then he cleared his throat and proceeded out the kitchen. I know that look. He wanted to bend me over this counter. Wait now that I think about it. Did we have sex? Or was it just a dream. It felt real.

I began to cook. I made French toast, eggs and bacon. I set the table and I made Michael a plate than myself. One of his security guards walked in the kitchen.

"Hey um I made extra food if anyone want some."

"Um I don't think-"

"I insist you come sit down and eat Michael should be fine. I'll tell him myself. I know your hungry." I smiled at the guy.

"I'll go talk to boss." He said with a strong Italian accent.

"No sit and eat." He didn't move. I grabbed his hand and led him to the table and pushed him down into the seat.

"Uh thank you."

"Your welcome." I stood there until he took a bite. "Now was that too hard?" I said patting his back and gave him a smile. He chuckled a little.

I walked over to the room Michael was in and he was drinking his water and on the phone. He looked so buff. I didn't notice I was staring for a long time.