The Stripper (18+) A Michael Jackson Book

Chapter 7: The dance

Natalie's POV:

After that lunch, we returned to the office and spent the entire afternoon around enormous papers and spreadsheets. The closeness with him made me think of things that I shouldn't be thinking of. It could be delusional on my part, but sometimes I felt his eyes on me, in an intense way, like Michael looked at Karla. Or maybe it was just my subcornscious that wanted him to look at me like that too.

"We could give them last year's plans too." I said, putting some papers on his desk. It was already past 8 PM.

"That would be a great idea. Are they all here?" He asked, grabbing the papers.

I heard a few weak knocks on the door, and then saw Austin. I widened my eyes at him, who didn't look very pleased.

"Natalie, can I talk to you?" Michael stared at him for a few seconds, and then at me.

"Austin..."

"Go talk to him, Ms. Jones." He said coldly.

I closed my eyes and walked out of his office.

"What happened to our dinner?" He asked somewhat angrily.

"I'm sorry, but I dont think I can go."

He shook his head, putting his hands on his waist in an angry expression.
"You're making me look like an idiot, you bailed on me for the second time in the same day!"

"What do you want me to do? I don't have a choice! Do you think I like working late?"

"You know you have the choice to leave, right? That man barely started working here and he's already exploiting you?!"

"Sshhh! Lower your voice! Do you want him to hear us? I need my job!" I said angrily.

"Is there a problem?" I heard Michael's voice behind me.

"No, sir."

"Mr. Jackson, don't you find these work hours inopportune?" Austin asked, challenging him.

I could see Michael's veins pop out and his jaw harden. He took a deep breath and then spoke.

"Mr. Mahone, I must inform you that I'm the president of this company and because of that I don't have to explain myself to you about my employees' work hours. If you think it's so late, why are you still here?"

He completely slayed him. I didn't doubt that if Austin could kill him with his gaze, he surely would've done it. Michael's words were precise and arrogant.

"You're absolutely right, sir. I'm sorry for asking."

"No problem. Ms. Jones, as soon as you finish your conversation, I need to show you some documents." I just nodded at the man who returned to his office, leaving me in silence beside the boy.

"These next few days are going to be impossible, I have to finish the general balance sheet with her until Monday, Austin. I'm sorry."

The boy stared at me for a few seconds, and then said:

"Right, stay with your work then, good night."

And then he left. If his intention was to make me feel bad, congrats, he did it. His disappointed face due to my answer was very noticeable. I took a deep breath and returned to his office, seeing the most attractive man I had ever seen. I completely forgot all about Austin when I saw him. He was sitting down, with his white shirt partially unbuttoned on his chest, his tie hanging around his neck. He had reading glasses on his face, his hair was freely runing down his shoulders and he had a serious and attentive expression as he stared at the stack of papers on his desk. I allowed myself to think that spending so many hours alone with him was an attack on my sanity.