Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..23..

"There is a God!" Brad praises when I walk into the living room in a short, strapless, black and silver cocktail dress. "Damn, now I wish I was going. You are gorgeous, Jenna. You look great, honey."

"Thank you, Brad." I smile, playing with the platinum bracelet on my wrist. "What time is it?"

"About time for--" The doorbell rings, cutting Brad off as he adds. "right on time."

Brad walks to the front door and opens it.

My mouth dries when my eyes fall on Michael.

He's wearing a black tuxedo with a silver vest and matching tie.

God, he looks delicious.

I force my eyes from staring at him and look down at my dress.

We're actually matching.

"You're matching." Brad comments, mindlessly, while holding the door open.

"We are." Michael smiles, walking into my home past Brad. "Miss Toussaint, you look lovely."

"Thank you, Professor." I smile, shyly, avoiding eye contact.

His eyes balm over my body as he says, "You're very welcome."

"She is gorgeous, huh, Professor." Brad smiles and I know he isn't sensing the sexual tension between me and Michael. "Let me get your coat, babe."

"Babe?" Michael whispers and I shoot him a look as Brad grabs my coat from its hanger.

Brad walks to me and helps me into my peacoat.

I flip my hair out the back as Brad turns me to him.

"Don't get too cold out there, okay?" He says like an overbearing parent. "I don't want you getting sick."

Michael rolls his eyes, out of Brad's sight, and I can't help smiling.

He's an ass, but I miss his jealousy.

It's nice to know Brad still irks him, pertaining to me.

"It's 62 degrees outside. It won't get too cold, Brad." Michael scoffs from behind him. "There's no need to make her pack her galoshes either. There's no rain in the forecast."

"I'm just looking out for Jenna, Professor." Brad shakes his head as he turns to him. "Am I wrong for that?"

"No one would be wrong for that." Michael stares at me a moment as the crackle returns.

"Can we go?" I finally ask to end the mens staring contest.

"Oh yes, we can." Michael holds his hand out beckoning me.

"Don't try anything with my girl, Professor Jackson." Brad teases, wrapping his arm around me.

Michael chuckles then walks backwards to the door. "Come, Miss Toussaint, we're gonna be late. We don't want Whitney to be mad, do we?"

"Oh, no, sir, we do not." I shake my head as I take a step towards him.

Brad turns me to him and leans in to kiss me. I turn my head in time so he only catches cheek.

Michael smiles from the doorway.

Brad frowns as he pulls away from me. "What was that?"

"No PDA." I whisper, winking to save myself. "I'll text you. Have fun at work."

"Don't have too much fun without me." Brad whisper as I walk out of my house to the porch.

I turn around and giggle. "I won't. Please, lock up my house when you leave. I'll see you later."

"Bye, honey." Brad waves then closes the door.

I  sigh in relief because I hear his footsteps retreating from the door.

He's not even going to watch to make sure Michael doesn't get fresh?

What kind of non-boyfriend is he?

I roll my eyes and turn around to Michael.

He's all ready waiting on the bottom step, smiling at me.

"What?" I blink.

"I know I only knew you, in the biblical sense, for about two days, but the Jenna Toussaint I knew was not a cheek kisser. She's more the tongue down your throat kind of girl."

I walk past Michael, rolling my eyes. "You wish."

Michael catches up to me before I get to his car and opens the passenger's door for me.

"Such a gentleman." I gibe, rolling my eyes again.

"Noble is your thing, Miss Toussaint."

"You wish, Professor Jackson."

"I don't wish, Miss Toussaint, I know." Michael states, matter-of-factly, staring at me. "If you'll remember, I've seen you come," He whispers before I step into the car. "and more than once."

"What does me coming have to do with wishing, sir?" I ask, pulling my legs inside the car, before brushing my dress down in front.

"I plan to make you wish this evening, Miss Toussaint."

"Ha!" I guffaw. "You'll be the one wishing, sir, because you'll never see me come again."

Michael leans into the car and buckles my seatbelt. "I'm sure I will, Miss Toussaint, because I know you want me."

His warm breath against my neck causes me to shiver, and he notices this.

I press my thighs together to contain my want as he smirks at me.

"Oh, Miss Toussaint, you want me... bad." He whispers near my lips. "Don't you?"

I swallow hard, before finally regaining my equanimity, and pushing him away.

"Just get in the damn car, man." I say, forcing myself to look away from him. "We're gonna be late."

Michael chuckles, stepping back from me, then jogs around the car and gets into the driver's seat.

I run my fingers through my hair and sigh as he closes the door.

"Ready to go?" He smiles.

"Been." I say without giving him eye contact. "Just drive the damn car, man. We're gonna be late."

"Yes, ma'am." Michael chuckles as he starts the car.