Let Me Show You (Beyoncé and Michelle)

Let Me Show You Part 2

You would think Michelle was my girlfriend with all the planning I was doing. I went to Bath and Body Works and brought one of their new bath sets and candles. I also inadvertently had my little sister (don't worry, she's not a child) help me build a seductive playlist. She has a broader taste in music so I knew she'd help me find songs about sex. Michelle liked some of the ratchet music but I needed to make sure I included classic R&B jams too (this was more my speed).

I also went to Victoria's Secret. I had no clue if Michelle was the type to wear lingerie, but I was going to find out. The funny part though was that I booked a spa trip for me, Michelle, and Kelly, but it was really for Michelle. Kelly had no idea what I and Michelle were up to. She assumed it was just a regular girls' pampering day, but nope. I wanted Michelle to be relaxed when we got to it. Of course she was bound to be nervous here and there but I wanted her to feel calm. When I held her waist and kissed her neck that night, she almost passed out.

"What movie you wanna see?" I'd asked Michelle over the phone.

"Second Act!" she'd said without hesitation.

Second Act it was.

"Are you sure you didn't want to see it because of J. Lo?" I asked, just to mess with her.

"What are you really asking me?" Michelle looked at me with narrowed eyes.

We were in my car, leaving the movies.

"I'm asking if you only wanted to see J.Lo, duh."

"No, thank you very much. I mean, I do like Jennifer Lopez, but I was interested in the movie and its positive message."

I smiled and chuckled. "Okay, okay, just asking."

"Is this gonna be a thing now? Where you and Kelly tease me about people?"

"I don't know about all that. I only want you thinking of me tonight." I stole some glances at her once I said that as I drove. She conveniently used her hair in an attempt to hide her sheepishness, but little did she know I loved getting a rise out of her. I chuckled and turned up the radio. Michelle and I sang along to Whitney Houston until we got to the hotel.

"Beyoncé, was it really necessary to get a hotel?" Michelle asked as I pulled into the parking lot.

"You complaining?"

"No, of course not. I'm just saying you didn't have to spend the money..."

"I told you I'd take care of it, right?"

After a beat, she smiled, "Yeah."

"So let me do that." I patted her thigh.

"Okay, but I'm going to pay you back," she insisted, in earnest.

"Pay me what? Michelle, please."

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Who knew Beyoncé was a romantic? We had a spa day, then she took me to Olive Garden, then the movies, and had apparently reserved a hotel for tonight's festivity. We usually spent time together but with Kelly not around (she was with her man), things felt...like we were on a date. If this were anyone but me, I'd tell the person that Beyoncé was interested and trying to tell them something. But I couldn't see that being the case here. Beyoncé was just generous like that when it came to those she loved.

I turned on the TV and our room while Beyoncé went in the bathroom, locking the door behind her. I needed to get in there as well but for now would bide my time. A couple minutes later, she came out.

"You need to use it?" she asked, to which I nodded in the affirmative.

She looked at me knowingly. "Go on. I'll be right back, I left something in my car."