Two Love Symbols

~V~

-December 20, 1991
-Chanhassen, MN
-Janet's POV

"Damn, Jan. You really like working us to the bone, don't you?" Mayte asks with the remaining breath that she has left.

"What can I say? It's my specialty." I say through my fits of giggles.

I give all the girls a hug, starting with Robia, then Mayte, and even Lori. I didn't want to just leave out Lori. I know she probably sees me in a different light after walking in on Prince and I but that would just be rude. When I am in the middle of hugging her, she pulls me in tighter and whispers, "Guess who is waiting at the door for you, right now?"

I sheepishly smile and give her one more tight squeeze before turning to the door and walking towards my boyfriend. I wave back at the girls, whom are now giggling and chatting among themselves. When I reach Prince, he grabs my hips and crashes his lips into mine. Without a care in the world, I continue to go along with the quick kiss. Once he he traces his tongue across my bottom lip, I pull away, remembering that we are at our workplace. Then again, he is the boss here at Paisley Park so it doesn't really matter what we do and who sees but still. "What was that for?" I question with a slight smirk.

He nonchalantly shrugs at my question. "I just missed you. That's all." He responds.

"Well, I missed you too but I am bored. Anything on your schedule right about now?" I ask as I lean on the wall of the dance studio.

Shaking his head no, he replies. "No. I was about to ask you the same thing. You up for anything I put down?" Prince rebukes.

"I guess so. What you putting down?" I curiously question.

"Come on.", is all he says before dragging me down the hall, up the stairs and down another long hallway. Prince opens the door and leads me into a bedroom that is very well decorated, perfectly suited for a man with Prince's taste. Mirror on the ceiling, vanilla scented candles lighting the dimly lit room, purple bedding, softer than my dog Puffy's fur. Truly heaven in four secluded walls. I walk over to the walk in closet to find all the different and amazing pieces of clothing that Prince wears on a daily bases. Not a pair of sweatpants in sight. Just 100% Italian silk and imported Egyptian lace. I am standing in an immaculately put together room. "I am assuming that you like the room, huh? I have never brought a anybody else in this room. It's just my personal master bedroom." Prince normally says.

"It's beautiful." I lowly continue in awe.

"Eh. I have seen people more beautiful, such as yourself." He remarks with a elongating gaze.

I hold his gaze and say, "Well, you don't look to bad yourself." He just laughs in response.

"I need for you to take a shower. I am not trying to go out with you smelling like a dance studio." Prince chuckles.

"Ha ha, very funny but I have no other clothes here." I sarcastically say.

"I will have an outfit for you too put on when you get out. I have a surprise for you so don't take too long." Prince says before leaving me to ponder in my thoughts.

What kind of surprise could he have planned though? Could he have something romantic up his sleeve or something fun planned? I could care less about what he has planned. As long as he is there, I'm in a good mood. Other than that, I know that I'm excited for it. I walk into the bathroom and scan it to find a towel and a washcloth. To my advance, there are a pile of them right on the shelves in front of my face. I strip of my sweaty clothes and turn on the hot water of the glass shower. When the water reaches a temperature to my liking, I snatch the clean washcloth off the shelve and step into the steaming hot bliss of the hot water.
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-December 20, 1991
-Chanhassen, MN
-Janet's POV