Teacher's Pet (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Teacher's Pet..27..

"So where do you want to go?" Michael asks as we stand on the sidewalk waiting for his car.

"Home." I breathe in with a sigh.

"Other than that, Jenna. Have you eaten?"

"No." I shake my head.

"Do you want to eat?"

"Michael," I groan without looking at him. "we can't go out together. Someone would see us and the shit would surely hit the fan."

"I'm not talking about going to a restaurant, babe."

I turn to him, arching an eyebrow. "What are you talking about then, babe?"

Michael smiles at my mock. "I would like to cook dinner for you, Jenna... at my place."

I look down at the time on my cell phone and sigh.

It's 8:58 p.m.

It is dinner time, and I am hungry.

He's sweet for offering, but does he really want to make me dinner?

I look at Michael, and squint my eyes a little, studying him.

And do I really want to go to his home with him... alone?

"You have to eat, Miss Toussaint." Michael sighs, looking around us, as more people leave the gallery.

"I have food at home."

"Why are you so hot and cold with me, woman?" He whispers, stepping closer to me. "One minute you're kissing me with passion and the next you're blowing me off. I swear I get whiplash with you."

"Want more?" I smirk, wiggling my brows. "There's plenty."

"No," Michael shakes his head, cocking a brow. "I want you to give in to your feelings, Jenna, and let me feed you. You know you want to come with me."

I roll my eyes and mumble. "Brad has pizza for me at home."

Michael rolls his eyes too. "And it will still be there when you get there. Later. Jenna, let me feed you something worth eating. You could eat pizza anytime."

"Yeah, I could, but you're only trying to get me to your place to--" I swallow. "to do things to my body."

"Things you want me to do, Miss Toussaint." Michael whispers as his car pulls up to the curb.

My breathing hitches as I shiver and look away.

Body, could you cooperate, at least once, with me?

The valet tosses Michael his car keys and he catches them with ease.

"Let's go." He winks, holding his hand out to me.

I swallow, placing my hand in Michael's, as he helps me inside his car.

"So what do you say?" Michael smiles after he slides into the car behind the steering wheel. He closes the door and turns the heat up in the car. "Dinner and dessert at my place?"

"Dinner at your place." I state, pointing a finger at him. "Dessert is negotiable."

"I'll take that, Miss Toussaint," Michael chuckles, biting his bottom lip. "because I am a master negotiator."

I smile, rolling my eyes, as he pulls away from the curb fast.

**

"Why did you walk away with Professor Jackson at the gallery?" Henry asks Tia from his end of the phone.

He looks around the corner to make sure his wife isn't around.

"I had to ask him a question about some files." Tia lies into the receiver.