Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..11..

I lick my lips and wipe the corners of my mouth before standing before Michael.

I run my fingers through his curls and smirk. "Now will you be a good boy and be quiet while I go tend to my guest?"

"Depends on the tending." Michael sighs as his legs wobble a little. I smile as he walks to the cabinet, pulls out a towel, and wraps it around his waist. "Brad wants you, Jenna."

"The feeling is not mutual, Michael." I smile then frown as I realize it's the first time I've said his name without coming afterwards.

"Prove it." Michael mumbles as he splashes water on his face.

"How?" I ask with arms folded.

"Just get rid of him now, Miss Toussaint. I don't want him around you."

I smirk at the Professor as I pull on my robe and tighten it in the front.

Someone's a little possessive.

"What are you looking at?" Michael asks, catching me chuckling at him. "Go. Get rid of him, Jenna."

"Are you a little jelly, Professore?" I ask in an Italian accent, grinning from ear to ear.

I have to say this is beyond flattering.

I can't believe a man this fine wants my undivided attention.

"I don't know what "jelly" is," Michael scoffs as he turns from the mirror to look at me. "but I'm quite sure I'm not."

I giggle and pat his ass before walking to the door.

"Be naked when I get back to the room." I purr. "I like this "jelly" on you."

Michael rolls his eyes and I laugh as I walk out of the bathroom.

"Brad," I clap my hands together as I walk into the living room. "thanks for coming over and apologizing, but it's quite late, and I have an early class. Time to go!"

Brad's eyebrows knit as he stands from the couch and he examines me.

He gives me the elevator look, at least five times, then tilts his head.

"Who were you in the bathroom with, Jenna?" He asks in a very soft voice. "I heard another voice."

"Ask me that question again when I pop up at your house unannounced at two o'clock in the morning, Brad."

He steps back, holding up his hands in surrender, and says. "Touché."

"I know." I smile, sarcastically.

"I'll leave, so you can get your rest, Jen." Brad says, making his way towards the front door. "But I do have a question. May I ask?"

"What's up?" I ask as we both stop at the door and he puts his coat on.

He turns and points to my coat rack in the corner.

Shit.

"That's Professor Jackson's coat. I know, because I've taken it to the dry cleaners on more than one occasion. What's it doing here?"

Brad stares at me, and my breathing hitches, but I'm back in time to save my ass.

"He lent it to me." I lie without remorse.

Brad frowns. "When?"

"When I was walking home." I sarcastically reply.

"Professor Ass Wipe lent you his coat instead of giving you a ride?"

Oh, he gave me a ride and he's about to give me another.

"I was already wet," I say the words and avoid eye contact as I'm pointing to the coat. "and I assume he didn't want his car seats wet as well."