Jessica looks in the mirror for a moment, she noticed a piece of her hair out of place and fixed the problem, she then applied some more of her lipstick, and added a tad of perfume to her wrists and neck. Smiling with satisfaction, she exists the bathroom.

Jessica jumped at the figure on the bed. She held her chest as she gasped, Michael was lying  there just grinning at her.
"Oh Michael you startled me " Jessica smiles closing the bathroom door.
"I'm not that scary now am I Jess?" Michael smirks. Jessica shakes her head, he winks at her and the woman's eyes drifted to the floor, she clears her throat.
"so who was at the door?" Jessica walks over to him, noticing he'd moved the cases to the floor.
"Some fool who wanted to see you, but I sent him on his way " Jessica frowns.
"Why on earth did you do that?"
"Jess come here, come and sit next to me " he taps the empty space next to him.
"Michael why did you send him away?" She asks sitting down on the bed leaving a space between them.
"No, closer lass, come here" he said as he slipped his arm around her waist pulling her closer, earning a slight gasp from her.
"Wait our shoes, we shouldn't have shoes on the bed" Jessica quickly got back up to take them off then returns to her spot on the bed.
She watches as Michael kicks his off without moving from his spot.
"Now tell me why you sent that man away?" Jessica wasn't about to leave the topic go, especially when he clearly tried to avoid going there. Michael turns to lie on his side, looking at the woman before him, Jessica sighs folding her arms as she also lay down, but on her back.

"Jess look at me" Michael's voice, much softer as he spoke.
"What's the matter?" Jessica turns her head slightly to look at him.
"No Jess turn on your side so I can face you better " he smiles, Jessica rolls her eyes at the Irish agent beside her. She turns on her side to face him, noting the wicked grin on his lips.
Jessica sighs, finding she felt a fluttering sensation in her stomach, oh yes, and this would not be the first time she had butterflies due to this wicked man. He reaches over taking Jessica's hand in his own, he began caressing her skin lightly with his thumb.
"That man who came asking about you, something's not right Jess, he was determined to see you, he acted odd, he said he knows you but I'm pretty sure he doesn't." Jessica watches as he left go of her hand and slowly ran his fingers lightly up her arm, over her shoulder along her neck and jaw to stop at her cheek
Jessica could still feel the tingling effect on her skin where his fingers had traveled to her cheek. Jessica desperately tried to come off as if this had no effect on her at all, she clears her throat.

"Maybe he did know me "
"Jess I don't think he did , trust me"
"Well what did he look like "
"He was about six foot, brown hair ahhh he had a scar on his left cheek, umm he was a biggish feller with a beard." Michael describes, watching the wheels turn in the woman's head.

"So Jessica sound familiar ?" He arches his brow, Jessica wasn't a fan of admitting that he was right, in fact she hated to admit he was right, to see that satisfied grin on his face because he was right and she was wrong. It didn't happen that often, for Jessica was very rarely wrong, but when it did she was not at all impressed. She could see the grin forming on his lips.
"I can't say I recall anyone like that, but that doesn't go to say that he doesn't know me," Jessica said as Michael's grin grew.
"Barring in mind Jess everyone knows you as my wife here not J.B. Fletcher, and He claimed to know you my darling Mrs Reardon." Michael smirks knowing full well he had her. He watches her as she avoids eye contact, he began to gently fiddle with her ear lobe, causing her eyes to lift and find his.
"So you know him Jess?"
Jessica sighs, rolling her eyes.
"No."
Michael chuckles softly.
"I thought you wouldn't. And besides I don't like him he doesn't deserve to speak to you, frankly he doesn't deserve to see you "
"Michael, need I remind you, I'm an independent woman with an independent mind, I'll speak to whom I please, I don't need your or anyone else's approval" Jessica spoke, her brows furrowed.
"Such a strong minded lass" he smiles, finding her little frown to be adorable. Another soft chuckle escapes his lips as he traced his finger from her ear down to her chin, then began to run his thumb along Jessica's bottom lip.
The woman inhaled at the soft touch, and that definitely didn't go unnoticed by the man who now held a cheeky smirk on his lips. Ah yes, he played her so well.
He grins as he continued to run his thumb along her bottom lip.

Her eyes drifted to his, only to see them running along her fully clothed body, his eyes traveled upwards slowly, lingering a moment on her lips before finally meeting her eyes, her magnificent shimmering deep blue ocean like eyes.

" you know Jess" he starts as he moves his hand to her waist pulling her closer.
"I've always wondered " his whisper travels to the woman's ears as his eyes drift to her lips, lingering for a moment before once again meeting her eyes.
" what those"  he leans closer until his nose touches Jessica's, she gasps slightly earning a grin from the man, her mind told her to push him away but her body did not follow, instead she just lay there.
"gorgeous, perfectly shaped " he was so close, so very close then the phone rung, cutting him off. Jessica jumps slightly then sat up, she clears her throat. Michael sighs as he too sat up.

"those gorgeous perfectly shaped what?" Jessica asks, turning slightly to look at him, her curiosity getting the better of her, he smiles then kisses her head and heads to answer the phone.
"Damn phone " she could hear him mumble, causing a little smile to appear on her lips.