Janet tossed her sunglasses onto the marble kitchen island with a casual elegance, shedding her leather jacket in one smooth motion. Underneath, she wore a short black V-neck crop top that perfectly framed her toned figure. Her waist was impossibly small, and her abs, so defined they seemed almost three dimensional, caught the light in a way that made it hard to believe she was real. I couldn't help but stare, mesmerized, my mouth practically watering at the sight of her.
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^*imagine her shirt is black*^
"Can I get you something to drink?" she asked, her voice breaking the spell her body had me under.
I blinked, snapping out of my trance, realizing I'd been caught openly gawking at her. A nervous laugh escaped me as I tried to play it cool. "Um... what do you have?"
She raised a brow, clearly amused by my flustered state. "Wine, water, whatever you'd like," she replied, then paused for a moment, her expression softening with genuine embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I was so focused on getting us out of that club that I forgot to ask your name."
She stepped closer, her presence overwhelming in the best way. She gently took my hands in hers, her skin warm and soft. "Mariah," I managed to say, my voice almost shaky, "Mariah Avant."
"That's a pretty name," she said, her eyes locking with mine. "And you have a pretty face."
The compliment made me flush instantly, heat rushing to my cheeks as I looked away, unable to handle her intense gaze. "I'll have wine," I said, trying to regain some composure.
"Okay," she smiled, a subtle yet playful curve of her lips. "How about you wait for me behind that door over there?" She nodded toward the closed, mysterious doors that had drawn my attention earlier. "Just sit on the bed. I'll bring you your glass of wine."
I watched her smile, soft, toothless, yet filled with allure before she let go of my hands and made her way to the kitchen. My eyes followed her, absorbing every detail of the way she moved. With a deep breath, I turned and made my way toward the doors, curiosity and nervous excitement swirling inside me.
As I opened the double doors, my breath caught again. The bedroom was even more luxurious than the living area. A massive bed sat in the center, draped in silky sheets, with a thick, plush rug underneath it. Above the bed, a mirror stretched across the ceiling, reflecting the whole room back at me. Everything sparkled under the soft lights, from the ornate lamps on either side of the bed to the polished floors that gleamed beneath my feet.
"Wow," I whispered to myself, unable to contain my awe. I moved toward the bed, my legs feeling unsteady as I lowered myself onto the edge. As soon as I sat down, the weight of the moment hit me. Nerves flooded my system, and my heart raced. I was about to live out the fantasy I had only dreamed of, and now that it was happening, a new kind of fear crept in.
Would I live up to her expectations? Could I be good enough for her, Janet Jackson? The thought made my chest tighten. I wanted so badly to impress her, to be everything she wanted. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, and waited for her to join me.
