The Maid In Neverland || Michael Jackson

Chapter 10

I didn't know what to do as I was standing there, shaking as hell as if I'd just seen a ghost. I just saw his body. His freaking wet and fresh-from-the-shower naked body right in front of my very eyes. Oh my goodness.

"I-I'm really sorry!" My voice was trembling. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Jackson!"

"You should've knocked," he said in a soft, surprised voice. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

Yeah, he was as surprised as I was. I mean, who wouldn't be? I even saw him covered his body with his arms with a surprised expression on his face.

"I d-didn't know you were there," I explained. "I'm really sorry, Sir!"

I swear I could feel my heart pounding like it was coming out of my chest. My whole being was just shaking as hell. And what even confused me was that I heard him chuckle behind me. I mean, why the hell was he chuckling? Whyyy?

"I think I should go now, Sir," I said, my face still burning. "I'm really sorry, I'll just get back if---"

"No," he immediately said. "Stay. Continue your work and I'll get dressed. I'll just close the door."

And he did.

As soon as he closed the door, I almost collapsed to the floor as I heaved a deep sigh of relief. My heart was still beating so fast I thought I'd had a heart attack. Why the hell did he go to the bathroom to take a shower and not lock the damn door?

Goodness, Michael Jackson.

I've never seen a bare male torso in that proximity before so I couldn't blame myself for acting this way. And it's not some random guy's torso that you usually see in a public pool or somewhere else. It was Michael Jackson's torso, for Pete's sake. My boss' torso. The torso that I never should have seen in the first place.

If I knew he was just in the shower, I shouldn't have come inside. If only I knew, the air wouldn't be this thick and everything would never be this awkward. After a few minutes, he came out wearing a red long-sleeved shirt---just like what he always wears---and a comfortable pajama. He sat on one of the chairs near the fireplace and stayed there, watching me as I do my work. I was really embarassed about seeing him naked earlier and I didn't know how to show him how sorry I was. I wanted to talk about it to clarify that I didn't really mean to do it but he didn't seem to mind it. He was just sitting there, his legs crossed while looking at me as if nothing happened. I was cleaning the windows and he was there, sitting few meters behind me but I knew he was staring at me intently.

And I swear I could feel his stares piercing through my back.

He probably noticed that I was being uncomfortable so he asked, "Is it okay if I'm here?"

I turned around and looked at him. "Of course, Sir."

"You sure? I can go out if you wanna clean here alone."

I shook my head. "It's okay, Mr. Jackson," I smiled. "You can stay."

He smiled and nodded. I could manage to clean the whole room in his presence but could he at least do something aside from staring at me? Because if his stares could kill, I swear I could've died.

After doing the windows, I proceeded to the tables. I arranged the fan letters in a neat pile and dusted off the figurines that were displayed on it. I brought a garbage bag and put every empty wrappers of foods, chocolates, and crumpled papers in there. Mr. Jackson didn't say anything though. I tried my best not to look at his direction to avoid eye contact with him and just focused on cleaning the room. It was when I was arranging the flowers on the vase when I decided to look at him.