My entire body was shaking from anticipation when I knocked on the door to his hotel suite. A thought briefly entered my mind about running away, but as soon as he opened the door, that was not even an option.
He wasn’t wearing any make up and he looked absolutely beautiful. He should definitely fire his make up artist! His black curls were tucked away behind his ears, but he wasn’t wearing it in the usual ponytail. He was wearing casual black pants and a black long sleeved t-shirt and no shoes. In fact, he had bare feet, and the cutest, long toes I had ever seen.
“I was actually wearing my pajamas when I called you, but I figured I should change so you wouldn’t think I was up to something,” he said smiling as he stood aside to let me in.
“But I wanted you to be ‘up’ to something!” I thought to myself, but to him I just said: “Oh.”
”Please, come, sit.”
I followed him over to the big couch and sat down.
“So! Why did you give me your number?” He stared at me with searching eyes and I felt extremely awkward.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
He giggled at my loss for words. “Sorry, didn’t mean to put you on the spot. It’s ok… I’m glad you gave it to me. Can I get you anything?”
My mouth was still open and beginning to dry out. “Water” I said in a raspy voice. I swallowed and repeated: “Water would be nice, thank you.”
He went over to the mini bar, fetched a small bottle of water and threw it to me and off course, I didn’t catch it. I was beginning to wonder if I would able to do anything right this evening. I gulped down half the bottle just to keep myself occupied and to keep myself from saying something stupid. Michael looked at me with sweet eyes.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
I put the cap back on the Evian and smiled. “How’d you know?”
He had placed himself besides me again and he took my hand.
“Please, don’t be. I won’t bite… Unless you ask me to, off course.” His face turned red and he looked away. The colour of my face was totally off the colour scale, so I was glad when he changed the subject.
“So, how did you like the show?” He returned his attention to me.
“It was the most fun I’ve had in years. I’m surprised I have any voice left. I was singing my ass off. Oh, and happy birthday by the way.”
“Thanks. I was so thrilled by the surprise I got. It warmed my heart. I get less thrilled when I think about the fact that I’m one year older. I don’t like getting old.” He leaned back and rested his head against the cushions and looked a bit sad.
“If it’s any consolation, I think you are the sexiest man alive and you look even better in person.” My own words startled me, but I felt sorry for him and wanted to cheer him up.
He turned his head and I was glad to see him smiling again. “You’re sweet.”
My heart melted and when he continued, it evaporated.
“You seem so shy now, but girl, you weren’t shy on stage! You almost made me forget the lyrics.” He said with a grin on his face.
“Oh I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me! I mean, you were there and you looked so good and I…I…”
He turned his head forward again and sheepishly said. “Don’t be sorry. I liked it.”
I realized his hand was still holding on to mine. I pulled it from his grip and he looked over at me with questioning eyes.
“Can I please use the bathroom?”
“Oh sure, it’s the third door on the right.” He looked hurt, but I really needed to get away for a moment and think about what was going on. And I did need to use the bathroom since I had a half a bottle of Evian in me.
I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was here in this fancy hotel room with Michael Jackson! What was going to happen? I know what I wanted, but did I really want it though? I stood still for a moment, thinking about the pros and…well…pros. A smile crept across my face. Oh yes, I really wanted it to happen.
The image of him in the gold pants, gyrating his hips and thrusting them forward made me sigh. This was my chance to make something happen and I decided to just let it, if that’s what he wanted. And I kind of sensed that he did. He hadn’t said so, but that last comment hinted it.
I stood up straight and eyed myself, nodded at my reflection for approval.
When I exited the bathroom I almost bumped in to Michael. He was standing in the dark hallway and was almost unnoticeable in his black clothes. He slowly came towards me and made me back up against the wall, making me feel slightly nervous.
“Are you afraid of me?”
I didn’t know what to say. I was feeling a mixture of fear and excitement. I wanted him to back up, but then again, I wanted him to come closer.
“You seemed to run away, but it was you who approached me, remember?”
I still didn’t know what to say.
“See, I was thinking that you wanted me to call you. Am I right? You wanted me. I could feel that on stage. Or were you just playing?” He was speaking in a low searching voice, not threatening, but it still gave me chills.
“I don’t want you to be nervous and I don’t want you to feel used. This is not something I normally do. I need to be careful, you know, because of who I am. But I’m also a man and I liked what I saw and what I felt being close to you. Do you understand?”
I still wasn’t able to form a word, let alone a sentence, so I just nodded. Michael moved closer and I could feel his spicy cinnamon breath on my face.
“So, do you want me?”
“Yes.”
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