Allyson's POV
The second day of Thor's extravagant birthday festivities had arrived, and today's agenda featured a relaxed poolside gathering at his sprawling private estate. No outside invitees this time, just his inner circle, what he fondly referred to as the "storm team."
This time around, I made certain to arrive at the pool area well before anyone else. Yesterday's tardiness wasn't going to happen again, not unless you counted the extra time I spent perfecting my appearance specifically to unravel Michael's composure. And frankly, my strategy had been flawless. He couldn't keep his hands off me.
Of course, I maintained my poker face throughout, acting completely unaffected by his attention. But that was exactly the point of my little game: keep Michael on edge, make him question everything. Watching his legendary self-control crumble was absolutely intoxicating.
