Even though a small chill ran down her spine at the way Mika's eyes glinted, Yelena stubbornly refused to let it show.
She folded her arms beneath her chest, lifted her chin, and looked down at him with a confident, mocking smirk.
"Go on then, Mika. Do whatever you want. Nothing you do will affect me."
She said firmly, her tone laced with pride.
"A little brat like you could never shake the mind of someone like me with your mischievous comments."
Mika only smiled at that, a sharp, playful smile that made her heartbeat skip.
"Sure, Yelena, maybe just a few words won't hurt you. But…" He leaned closer, his voice dropping. "…What if I show you a live demonstration of why exactly you've gotten a little bigger lately?"
Her brows knitted in confusion, ready to ask what he meant. "Demonstration? What are you—"
Grope!
—until she gasped, utterly caught off guard, when his hands suddenly moved and boldly grabbed at the soft flesh of her belly.
