CHAPTER 20
MIAIt was Thursday night. All I wanted was to relax before the party tomorrow, and Michael showed up at the best time with the usual takeout. Dressed in that damn nice suit that fit him perfectly, his sleeves rolled up his muscular forearms, and my p***y was growing warmer by the damn second.
He sat down next to me in the hospital waiting room and placed the food down on the table in front of us. His brows were furrowed together, as if he had been stressed the entire day or was worried about something.
Before he could take out the sandwiches, I placed my hand on his knee and slid it up his thigh, aching for a release.
“Mia,” he said sternly, his voice turning me on more. “Remember the last time we did this in public.”
“The Mr. Bryne I know doesn’t care about being caught,”
