its effect was exaggerated.
"Really!" she exclaimed. "Are Angels any good
in bed?" she asked with a wink.
Michael laughed, "I wouldn't know, I've never
slept with one."
"Hmm, well, if you play your cards right,
maybe you can get a report from Melanie."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, and I wish you luck. That girl needs
to get some."
"Does she?" he asked curiously.
"Yep, she's been dry for over a year, but
you're cute. You may get somewhere."
Michael smirked suddenly and had to bite his
lip. He turned away for a second and brought one of the wine
glasses to his lips as he stifled a reply.
"Shut up!" Amber exclaimed slowly in
disbelief.
Michael turned back, and Amber was staring at
him with her mouth open and a posture that made it obvious she was
incredulous.
"You got Melanie into bed?" she asked loud
enough to turn a few heads. "How the hell did you do that?"
Michael didn't know what to say. He didn't
like to talk about his sex life with anyone, and here was a
stranger that was quickly delving into the topic. Not to mention
she was the friend of his lover; true she was a friend that seemed
to want to pimp out Melanie, but even that appeared to be
thoughtfully motivated—if hoping your friend gets laid can be
considered thoughtful.
Amber didn't relent and wanted to know all
the details. Michael deferred and informed her that he wouldn't
divulge the information. Amber then closed her eyes to slits and
appeared angry. Michael could tell that she wasn't, but she tried
to play the role. When Melanie returned a moment later, Amber
changed tactics.
"How did this guy get you into bed?" she
asked Melanie.
"He was cute and bought me dinner," Melanie
replied without thinking.
"You got laid?" Dagger asked and appeared to
be as dumbfounded as Amber had been just a moment before.
"Yep," Melanie said as she approached Michael
and reached for her wine glass. Michael handed it back to her, and
then it was his turn to be dumbfounded as the three women began to
talk as if he weren't in their midst.
"Was it good?"
"How many orgasms did you have?"
Melanie took the time to laugh and provide
some answers to her friends' questions. When she saw the slight
discomfort of Michael, she took pity on him, and not for the first
time in their relationship.
"Well, he did his job very well," she
answered, and patted Michael on the chest.
"Very well?" he asked her. He looked down at
her, and she just smiled back up to him. "As I recall I was busy
looking at art and you begged me to come to bed. You may want to
tell your friends about that particular detail. I felt like I was
being used."
Melanie didn't allow Michael to play the
pitiful card. "You weren't being used, you were being interviewed,"
she said.
"Did he pass?" Amber asked.
"The interview isn't over," Melanie said, and
sipped her wine.
Michael rolled his eyes and let the women
continue their conversation. It was a strange situation for him,
and when Melanie pulled his shirt to reveal his muscle tone, the
other two women not only commented, they had to feel it.
"Ooh nice," Amber stated as she ran her
fingernails over Michael's abs, "I've never touched an angel
before."
Michael rolled his eyes, and when he was at
his most uncomfortable Melanie gave him an escape.
"I think we're making him uneasy. Look, he's
blushing," Melanie said as she smiled up at Michael.
Michael could only mockingly glare down at
her, but she kept up her tease as she spoke.
"I guess I will let you escape this torture
by taking me to the dance floor. Come on," she said as she took the
wine glasses, handed them to her friends, and pulled him away.
Michael shook his head as he chuckled. "Oh
very subtle," he said. "Tease me and treat me like meat just so
I'll take you to the dance floor."
Melanie turned into him as they walked into
the dancing area.
"You are meat," she whispered up to him and
she grabbed his hands and wrapped them around her.
Michael gave her a quick glare of defiance
and grabbed her ass hard pulling
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