Get Dirty

I Want to Ravage You

Y/N's POV:

     "I'll go to your place tonight, but this is just to make the drive easy on me." Michael smiled at me when I gave that response.

     "Of course, it's just to make the drive easy." He said with a smirk. "I'll have my driver Jamie give you the directions. I can't wait to spend time with you outside of work." He slowly backed up and walked away, motioning to his driver to get out of the car so he could tell him to give me the address to his house. As he walked away, I thought back to what just happened. I could have sworn that when he said he wanted to spend more time with me, his voice lowered, and he leaned in more. Then again, maybe I was looking for something that wasn't there.

     I snapped out of my thoughts when Jamie approached me and gave me Michael's address, telling me not to share it with anyone else, which I agreed to. After I got the directions, I got in my car, and soon after, the driver and Michael got in his car. I followed them away from the set and tried to stay behind them the entire drive to the house.

     When we finally got there, I was surprised by how big the place was. Compared to my tiny apartment in a not-so-great area of California, this was a mansion to me. I parked away from the other car and slowly stepped out of my car. It was also at that exact moment that I realized I had no extra change of clothes, none of my toiletries, and no hair tools. At that moment, I wondered if I should have driven home. However, I was already here, and it felt rude if I was to leave suddenly. I sighed and decided I would have to ask if I could borrow some of Michael's items, no matter how embarrassing it was.

     I started walking towards the car when I saw Michael get out of his car. He turned and smiled at me when we caught each other's gaze.

     "See? Wasn't it so much better to take a short ride, 15 minutes, rather than an hour-long drive?"

     "I agree that the shorter ride was better, but I also have none of my nighttime items."

     "Y/N...You don't have to worry about that. I'll spoil you tonight." He wrapped an arm around me and led me towards the door as I thought about what he had just said to me. "I'll spoil you tonight..." What did that mean or entail? Did he mean he would give me fancy soaps? Maybe he would give me something to wear to bed? Or did it mean something more would happen?

     When we reached the door, Michael opened it like the true gentleman he was raised to be, yet he gave me a smile like a player. I shot back a smile and walked in. Immediately, I was in awe of how spacious and beautiful the space was inside. Pieces of gorgeous art were on the wall, stunning colors were incorporated into the furniture or in the floor rugs, and it looked like such a comfortable space to be in and relax.

     Michael walked up behind me and put a hand on my lower back before leaning in.

     "You like what you see?"

     "Mhm..." I hummed, trying to keep my breath steady even at Michael's sudden closeness. I felt him give me a little push to walk forward with his hand on my back, and I did. We headed up the stairs and once we reached the right floor we walked straight ahead. I quickly realized that the room we were entering was most likely Michael's room.

     Walking into his room felt so intimate, and given the working partnership Michael and I had, with me being his makeup artist and him being my boss, it was a lot to take in so suddenly.

     Eventually, he removed his hand from the small of my back and walked around me. He moved over to a dresser and opened one of the drawers, clearly looking for something. He quickly pulled out a red and silky long-sleeve shirt. He walked back over to me and handed it to me. The moment I touched it, I was astounded by how silky, smooth, and soft it was. I didn't even want to ask how expensive it was, given that I could easily tell it was expensive.