Chapter 322 - On the floor? (1/2)
Michael's head was still buried in her neck as the buzzing phone vibrated on the table; he lifted his l.u.s.ty eyes slowly and peeked at it, and as though he was under a trance before and just regained his senses, he lifted his head off her. Diana's breath was still ragged and it took her a moment to get herself together.
When she finally did, she looked at him; Michael slid his hand off her and put her shirt in order. Her face was still flushed from the makeout session and she was still clinging onto him.
He kissed her chin and stretched his hand, picking up her phone;
''You should answer it; '' the call had ended and it began to ring again. She licked her lower lip and took the phone from him, drawing in a deep breath; she came down from his body.
Michael brushed his hand through his hair. He looked like he was fighting with himself. She watched him swallow saliva and stand up from the couch;
''Give me a second; '' he said and walked away. Diana watched him leave and she slumped back to the chair. He could have easily ignored the call.
She sulked as her eyes fell on the caller ID with a frown, when she saw who the caller was, her eyes widened and she quickly picked up the call;
''Hello, Director! ''
She just remembered that he asked them to come to his birthday party, and she was sure he had invited other cast members who might be looking forward to seeing them. How did she forget?!
''Diana, where are you guys? The party has started! '' The director shouted as there was noise in the background. Diana had already promised him that they'll be there, so she didn't want to disappoint him.
''Oh, we are on our way, something came up but we'll be there soon. ''
''Okay, see you. ''
''Yeah, bye ''
A sigh left her lips as brought the phone down after the call had ended; her hormones that were raging a minute ago all calm now, she had a greater thing to worry about.
Walking quickly, she went to Michael's room and opened the door without knocking;
''Michael, do you remember we have a birthday party to… attend?'' her words stopped on her lips when she found him on the floor, with his hands propping his body up.
Michael fell to the floor instantly and pretended to be lying down.
Diana was stunned;
''What are you doing?''
She asked with an amused expression; why was he lying on the floor all of a sudden?
Michael's ears reddened but he tried hard to mask the embarrassment,
''I just want to rest for a while on the floor. ''
Diana blinked; ''rest on the floor? ''
''Mm; '' he replied, embarrassed. He could not find any other suitable answer to his reason for being on the floor; he couldn't tell her that he was relieving himself of the tension caused by her irresistible body.
If the phone didn't ring at that time, he wasn't sure he would be able to stop himself from having her right there in the parlor.
Even though she was responding to his touch, he didn't want her to do things when she was out of control and just horny. This was her first time, he was sure she didn't want to have it on a parlor couch.
''Okay. '' Diana nodded, but her cheeks turned a light shade of red, and Michael knew she didn't believe him.
Clearing her throat, she continued; ''Um, the director just called, we totally forgot about his birthday party. ''
Michael stood up from the ground instantly.
''Jeez, that's true, what's the time? ''
''It's past six, but I've attended his birthday before, it's mostly a night thing. I wanted to tell him we can't make it, but we promised and then we didn't inform him earlier. ''
''Yeah that's true.'' Michael thought; ''we can't go back to your house, so we have to get you something to wear. ''
''Okay; '' Diana nodded, that was the next best thing to do as her clothes weren't in his house. And talking about clothes not being in his house;
''Should I drop some clothes here in case of these type of situations; you know something like this can come up again and we might not be prepared… ''
''Or you can move in with me instead… '' Michael cut her off, making her words stop in her throat.