"Take a seat. " He nods over to the cushioned burgundy chair across from him. His voice circulated the dark room , but his body remained relaxed in the chair.
His silhouette sat tall and erect, not a moment of slouching or appears of discomfort despite the difference of his height and the seat .
I tried to move, but my nerves wouldn't let me . To be in a room alone with a stranger I've never known caused the intensity of my fear to sew my feet into the floor.
Or maybe the fact that I barely have any clothes on in front of him created an intense amount of shame to come over me.
I've never talked directly to a client without a mask before.
This is closest I've been to a man , alone with no company at all. Not to mention a well secured door, and again no mask.
I no longer felt protected by the ghost my grandmother left behind that shielded my fear . I was exposed . I nearly trembled to my feet at the thought.
I could feel his deep glare fixed on me continuing to calculate my steps, not moving at all.
"Anytime today, sweetie." He says with a tone drenched of sarcasm.
Slowly but surely I walk over to the chair I was instructed to and took a seat.
There he was . The man from the booth.
He was no longer separated from me by a wall of plexiglass . I was able to smell the scent of his expensive cologne circulated the spacious room.
It was such a sweet, strong...intoxicating scent . It lures around me imprinting itself in my memories.
I could see his relaxed black curly hair under his fedora in detail, laying so nicely on his shoulders. The banner on his arm a deep red , the glasses darkest black in the lens.
I could touch him. If only I was brave enough, but I dared not .
He takes the brief case from his lap, and sets it at his feet. Upon rising he removes his hat from the crown of his head just to show me his face. "Although you may very well know who I am, I'd like to formally introduce myself.., I'm Michael." He says before removing his dark lensed glasses .
I've seen his face before . I even already knew his name. I've heard of him but who hasn't ? He's very well known for one reason than most .
One of the best business executives in the music business .., Michael Jackson. There's been a lot circulating in the press concerning his pending divorce with his late wife, Reneé Landford-Jackson lately.
The lady was definitely showing her ass . Practically celebrating the ending of their once joyous union .
I guess that's how marriage works.
As far as Michael was concerned, he seemed fairly unbothered hence our pending encounter. Either that or he didn't believe in giving off symptoms of shame, and would much rather bury his sorrows in a woman .
His public persona came off strictly professional. Nothing about him exuded a man who wanted to be married, or a man ready to spend is silver dollar on a stripper.
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Dangerous[ An MJ Fanfic ]
FanfictionNatalia Reed, an exotic dancer with a horrible past, finds herself becoming an arm candy. Eventually this forced arrangement turns into a twisty love affair with an obsessed & powerful man . Nearly, a thriller.