Sorry to put this here, maybe I should have posted it in the new board, but the story is about to drop off the page.

“Would you like to go for coffee?” Michael asked as he waited outside the dressing room for Nikita to change into a brown cashmere designer dress that hugged her every curve and made her look even taller. He was looking forward to spending some time with her before the valentine training commenced.

She stepped out from behind the bank of mirrors and took Michael’s breath away as she sat on a puffy feminine ottoman covered in chintz and played femininely with the strand of 8cm pearls around her neck. She was barefoot and picked up the knee high brown leather boots that laid haphazardly on the floor and offered them to Michael in a silent request for him to help her put them on. Michael pushed away from the brick wall he was leaning against and with smiling eyes approached the blonde beauty.

Nikita spoke watching Michael’s every move, “Actually, I would love to go get a chocolate ice cream shake.”

Michael who had knelt before her looked up, green moss expertly diving into a spring of blue, said smirking; “It is 10 degrees outside, Kita.”

“And?” She asked as he finished pulling up the zippers of the boots. He continued before her, his hands were now resting on her knees, and Nikita continued without waiting for an answer, “I have been cooped up in here for a long time Michael, I am like a prisoner whose sentence has been commuted.”

Michael smiled, took her hand and pulled both of them up to a standing position, they were so very close that Nikita’s breathe moved the fine hairs of Michael’s sideburns. He helped her with her red mohair coat and put a friendly arm around her. No fears at this moment, he was happy and didn’t care who was watching them. They walked out of the room and down a hallway that belonged obviously to a mansion and not the dreaded halls of steel and stone she had transverse so often in the past 3 months. Nikita breathed an innocent heavy sigh, one that chattered Michael’s happiness and brought him back to their reality, so he placed his hand in his pocket and dug up the diamond ring that Vacek had sent for Nikita, handing it to her..

“No mind,” She said lifting her shoulders, “I am happy Michael, no matter what comes next.”

And next came soon thereafter, as the couple walked out of the beautiful house and had to rush back in as to not be hit with the barrage of flashbulbs and questions from the Paparazzi who stood patiently outside. Nikita’s fiancé, Sallah Vacek was a ruthless man that the Organization wanted to stop, but to the outside world, he was a well known and feared individual who was ridiculously rich and absurdly available, and this blonde beauty had captured his heart through the Internet. A spokesman for Nikita’s ‘family’ went outside to take questions, including who was the handsome man with Mr. Vacek’s fiancé. Michael, Nikita’s brother (wink wink) and the tall blonde rushed out the back in his black inauspicious Mercedes Benz.

into a cold spell, can you send Michael here to help me with my boots, lolololol!!!! I wouldn't mind Nikita's outfit either! Now, after the chocolate ice cream shake or coffee, will we get into the valentine lessons????? Thanks for another great chapter...

I sent you a 'wind shield'from sunny FL and you rejected it. LOL, no Michael for your boots.

we don't get snow where I am but the nights are pretty chilly. I can just imagine snuggling up with Michael.

Maybe Nikita's 'brother' can move in when she marries Vacheck or at least visit very often.

"Please honey, my brother has no place to go, his house... burnt down, that's it - and we are sooooo close."

Thanks!

snuggling up with Michael is certainly fun!(I'm lucky enough to have one of my very own. Avoids confusion in the bedroom! LOL! I agree that visiting could be fun!

very clever marrying a Michael. LOL

hopefully they can get a bit of "Valentine" training in before she has to go to the slimeball.

such a concept! Michael and Nikita can be roommates and they can establish 'post graduate' work in their Valentine training...

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It is in the single digits up there, Michael on his way, boots and gloves for you.