Chapter 60 - Two steps.

Not only Michel was standing wrapped in towel lightly sinking his throat to work with the flow of water he was drinking and the evening ceiling dim light making his Adam's apple go up and down with the movement. Erica's eyes burned up as she shifted her gaze to something light and dark was his pants on his armchair. A light blow of the warmth rushing towards her body from Michel's made her uncomfortable.

"Pass me the tuxedo and the cologne" his voice cracked and was having a slow pause in between. Erica's high heels moved rather fast than her body reaching the dark tuxedo with a white bow inside. 

Perfectly ironed out. His shoulders flexed even more as he took a glance at Erica's hand which was shivering. "Never touched or saw a tuxedo before?" His fingers gestured in the air.

Erica's eyes met his giving him an honest look and turned away her small face. "No need to hide. You have already seen me naked.....oh, wait. Yeah you have seen be naked before? You have to take responsibility Miss trouble- maker, glued-ass." 

Erica's eyes widened and were moving every syllable when Michel's word reciprocated her small brain. Her mouth was open, almost falling from her face. He turned his back and wore the tuxedo though he was an average size with a wide and sharp edged shoulders like swords. Those muscles glued into his back warmed up to give his back a violent 'V' shape.

Ready to rear up the road, they didn't bother to pack their suitcase, not Michel. Erica was silent during the drive as their traffic grew and grew. He was irritated and turned his steering wheel on the right changing the route he said "we go to the airport from here."

Not paying attention was her last wish to have death. when Erica felt those raging eyes on her ogling her big by bit, chewing her every move, clenching his fist and driving the car fast. They arrived. They were on the plane and the seats were side by side. 

"We would like to change our outfits. Do you spare clothing sessions?" Michel asked as he shoved his cell phone inside his pocket. The last across her smiled and nodded to it, handing Michel the keys of the room.

No. 334 was the last room. When he opened it was filled with fine and simple cardigans and slacks of casual clothings. Fortunately, he chose a white pair of simple top and a chestnut cardigan from the women section.

What? But why?...her imagination was forced to stop when he pushed those clothes to Erica's chest and turned his gaze on the men section. His voice sounded "choose for me."

Her eyes were scanning fast. Like a bullet train when landing on a black hooded sweatshirt and trousers. Michel drove her eyes to the direction and picked out the clothing. He scoffed and sneered at it. 

"Thanks. You can change here and I will go to the men's bathroom." Michel said, kind enough to make her blush in an instant. Erica shook her head claiming the kindness and saw him leaving the room.

"Alright I got you mom. We had time until I got back to Jamaica. My business here is uplifted and I have my ways to do the things here." Michel said with an irritating tone.

"What about your brother? He has been ignoring my calls." His mom asked.

"He is having management inn Harvard's business. Andrew, will lead the group."

"So, you are both busy professionals. Guess, I have to make arrangements then." Liam waited for more to come but nothing at the end of the call was off.

"Reluctant! I swear Michel you have become so popular in Harvard University that all the professors are giving us report about you." Poly said with a grin on her face wearing a red office suit.

Erica felt her eyes burning under the royal or so whatever the light was making her look down to her coffee.

"Michel, who's this?" Poly asked and blinked her eyes on Michel. Erica was caught up to her burning eyes that her heart was skipping beats very slowly. 

Michel turned his head down and looked at Poly giving a shrug off his body "Erica, a business partner. She is new to this so I thought that making her come all this way would help her converse through entrepreneurs and small talks….." Poly cut off Michel in between and gave an eye.

"See, Michel I don't talk about your choices or whom you choose to be fit for your business ideas but this is Harvard we are talking about. Mrs. Fin and her husband are already making faces on next year's Eve and UFD shareholders would still..."

"Poly, wasn't you the auxiliary? I heard that Ploto was made subordinate to the madical camp." Poly was silence her head was making curses over Michel that he had a nerve to compare her twin brother with her.

"Yes, I resigned from that work when you left Boston MA with only your looks."

"Dude, don't act up!"

Michel's hand brushed against Erica's who was genuinely sitting in a complete opposite way to Michel's body. It felt warm.  Erica's eyes widened and her throat was dry all of a sudden. Those dark eyes looked at her when she searched for the being who just came in contact with her.

"Weren't you going to defend me for what Poly is babbling around?" It was soft copy whisper left from that sharp lips of Michel's.

"I...no." Erica's hand shrug off and then was tugged between her thighs.

"Well, whatever." Michel's eyes were unable to read the situation as he stood up and walked towards the room he was suited to gesturing Erica to come with him. 

Nothing less would be excepted from the room it was dull. As if made for new couples. It had a version of small one room compartment but the view was amazing. Erica sat down enjoying the view of the night sky when Michel drew curtains and sat on the sofa opposite to her. His tie was loosened and the two buttons from his shirt was opened.