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How it Happened: Billie Jean&Michael*14
Sarah your story was very good and ideas has been popping in my mind since I read that scene with Michael and Tatum and Iâ??m guessing you and well you know the rest. My intentions arenâ??t to plagiarize, so please donâ??t be upset. Mine is supposed to turn out somewhat different from yours. Please donâ??t stop making Falling for the Client it rocks! I really like it and you are more daring than me. Iâ??m shy lol. And thank you to the other stories Iâ??ve read. School has started again so now that is in the way. And I canâ??t get to the stories! Is the link broken? Keep reading: Not having a college diploma didnâ??t mean didnâ??t mean I couldnâ??t pursue acting and suchâ??but this right here wasnâ??t guaranteed. On my behalf, I only remembered telling Michael I worked as an assistant for a finical business but never named the place. In a state where stars are discovered other than New York, there are many finical places for big hopes and dreams. I thought he would never find out which one. So here I am looking like a fool and Michael turning around smiling at me. His eyes were bright to se meâ??but not in a way like he was surprised I worked here. Oh boy! Ronald: Jeanette, here is our new client Mr. Michael Jackson. I felt like we were meeting again! Michael reached out to shake my hand and I shook his too. Me: Hi Mr. Jackson, itâ??s such an honor to meet you. Ronald: Jeanette please take a seat. He said pointing to his other seat across from him and to the right of Michael. Ronald: Well Mr. Jackson phoned many places and didnâ??t feel they were the right people to manage his finance. He wanted it protected like the bank and we have connections to Bank America so it worked out fine. I told him so much of you. Me: (blushing badly but able to hide it from Ronald) like what? Ronald: Oh, like I could trust you not taking a penny that did not belong to you; you work overtime to make the clients shoulders lift more than needed; and you are very intelligent in finance to not have a degree in that. Me: All of that? Ronald: Yup, and that you learned from scratch like I financed from scratched. Me: Well Ronald, thanks. Ronald: It was nothing. I couldnâ??t help but chuckle to myself. The man was a generic big Santa Claus. He started chuckling to his self and his belly moved with every movement. I saw Michael cutting his eyes toward me hiding in a giggle; I couldnâ??t help but smile over towards him. Ronald: Well Iâ??ll let you two get acquainted, Jeanette please show Mr. Jackson your office please? Me: Will do. I gracefully got up towards the door and opened it for â??Mr. Jacksonâ? â??Ronald wanted us to be friendly yet very polite to our clients. He wanted us to be as neat as a pin but a little personal towards the person we were working with. Michael: No Mrs. Collins, Iâ??ll hold the door for you, ladies first. Me: No. I looked down at the ground shaking my head in disagreement. I knew he would finally step out. Then he turned towards Ron. Michael: Thank you Ronald. Ronald: Any time Mr. Jackson. Once we were a few feet from Ronâ??s door, I told him with a phony smileâ?¦ Me: You know I am not married. I am Ms. Collins, not Mrs. Michael: Good to know. I knew I had to calm down a bit so I had to ask him if he wanted a cup of water from the water machine. Michael: No, Iâ??m fine. I hated exposing where I actually worked. I could tell by Ronaldâ??s tone over the telephone, this was someone major we were speaking of so I needed to come A-sap! I closed my eyes once we got to J. COLLINS door. There was another J. COLLINS; but knowing Michael he would always remember. Me: Here we are. This time when I tried being polite, Michael touched the middle of my back too friendly, leading me in own my room. He tried locking it, but I slapped his hand away. Me: (shouting through my whisper) Ron gets suspicious when the door is locked with an employee in serviceâ??especially with mixed gender. Michael: So? Me: Mike, sit. I pointed to my one of my leather couches that was in my office. He sat down evidently smirking at me. I rolled my seat up to him. I thought about grabbing him by the collar but how fishy would that look? Even if I wanted to fuss at him so more, it would look like otherwise. So I went back to my desk to get his files, then rats! I remembered his files were in his hands. I had to slide back to him. Me: Michael, sweetie? He knew what I wanted plus I was eyeing the tan folder in his laps Michael: Yes Jeanette? He was mocking me Me: Can I please get your folder so I can start putting all of this on file? Michael: No sweetie. Then he just pulled me up from my chair with such soft force and kissed my lips with eternal passion. I wanted this little shenanigan to last, but I knew if I didnâ??t pull away I would be fired and Ronald would be a bit reluctant to keep him. I tensed up and started pacing around the office Me: Mike, I-I-I canâ??t do this. You-you canâ??t either. And we, weâ?¦ uh we canâ??t do thisâ??at all. Michael: What, not date? Yes we can. Me: But Iâ??ll lose my job, and you may lose millions of dollars. I donâ??t like to boast but I am pretty good at my job. I wonâ??t do this to you. Michael: No, I wonâ??t let your dream slip away from your hands. And hello, I am Michael Jackson, I have a bunch of connections. He looked into my worried eyes and kissed me again. It felt powerfulâ??as if someone else was threatening our chances to be together and he wasnâ??t letting go that easily. Then I thought Ronald is the one in our way. Me: I want to try and make it on my own. Michael: How, if no one knows who you are. I mean sure you can audition like me and my brothers did, but you have a better chance with me. Why are you rejecting that? Me: Iâ??m not rejecting anything. I turned away my eyes weeping in my palms. He knew me all too well. Michael is reading me like a bookâ??scoping my body language, memorizing how my mind works, and is falling for the magic that seems to be in this book. And this book seems to be me. He just held me from behind, hushing me softly. I turned towards him and hugged him. Michael: Iâ??m not letting possible love slip away from me or you. Not these feelings toward you. I know you want to be independent in all your might, but you need this lucky charm, and I want to be that lucky charm. Me: Michael, I donâ??t know what to say? Michael: Say yes, tell me yes that you will stay with me. I need your smile to make my life more worthwhile. I need your love for life and curiosity. I need your youngness and beautiful curves. I couldnâ??t help giggling through my now happy tears. My baby cared for me. But knew I wasnâ??t much of a coke bottle. If I was one, Iâ??m a very slender one. Me: You know Iâ??m not a coke bottle. Iâ??m too skinny. Michael: Which I dig. Then we were kissing again until he surprisingly commanded me to get down to financial business. Me: Ditto Michael. Michael: No call me Mr. Jackson. Then he started smirking again before he took his seat. When I took mine and looked all professional, he bit his lips and I got a chance to hold my finger up because another call was coming. Me: Hello, this is â??Williams & Wallisâ?? Financial Careâ? how may I help you? Luanne: It is lunch time for you Jeanette, are you planning on coming? Iâ??m sure Mr. Jackson will understand. Me: Oh thatâ??s okay Luanne, Iâ??m not that hungry. Luanne: Okay, Iâ??ll save you a plate. Me: Kay thanks. Then I hanged up. Iâ??m glad the phone wasnâ??t on speaker and Michael couldnâ??t hear Luanneâ??s Hispanic voice. I had too much ahead of me to even think about eating so when he asked me who was it I just told him it was the secretary. I was able to sort out his things in categoriesâ??things like money for emergencies and so on. I was glad he didnâ??t too much interrupt me. Me: It would be good to never touch this money if you could help it. I was speaking for the emergency savings. Michael: Except for on you. Money couldnâ??t buy me loveâ??but evidently I can spend time with Michael. I was totally flattered he chosen me. But to be sure I asked him. Me: Who did you chose? I know Ronald appointed you to me, but who would you have chosen based on their quality of the job? Michael: If you put it that way, maybe Ronald. But he said you learned the techniques faster than he did starting off. So I guess I would be back at picking you. Me: Hmm. Michael came at 11:30, itâ??s now two. Iâ??ve just been working up a storm and each time I think Michael is going to say something or fall asleepâ??he doesnâ??t. It was amazing. He just let me do my job and he lay back on the couch looking around. Though he was quiet, he would sometimes shift his weight over here or there. Even I my mind seemed to gather static, so I decided why not turn on a CD? When I turned it on, I still had one of my classical CDs in the player. I got Michaelâ??s attention then, he raised his head which was just lying on the arm of the couch. Michael: So you into classical music? Me: (slumping back into my seat) it soothes me. Michael: Oh. I wanted him to make some smart remark to me then get closeâ??something a bit exciting. By four, we were still away from each other and I was putting some info up when he called me. Michael: Jenny? I donâ??t think I even heard him. My back was toward him and the work had me way in the zone. Michael: Jenny? He called again, still I didnâ??t answer because I was so unaware. Michael: Tatum?! Now that nearly stopped my heart. I felt he just smashed a caliber in my chest, right to the heart. It felt that bad. Tatum seemed to be a fun-loving person and I loved her name; but that was someone I cared about talking of a past lover. I forgive but donâ??t forget. But there is nothing for me to â??forgiveâ? about just â??forgetâ?. Maybe one day we could be friends plus sheâ??s turning seventeen soon. I simply wheeled my seat around looking sentimental yet willing to hear what it was he was willing to tell me. Me: Yes baâ??? Michael: (literally pulled me out by my lower arms over my desk to kiss me. He just kissed me like it was the easiest thing in the world. Plus he was great at it. I took it upon myself to go around my desk while we were still kissing and push him on the floor; but he sat in my chair and pulled me on him. I was shy and thought I would go stiff. My lips just kept meeting with his. I knew we looked a little crazy. Kissing like that and our heads were going side to side like a see-saw going up and down. We stayed like that while he had a grip on me. Then he started kissing my face. Me: (I pulled away slowly) Michael no, not here. Okay? I carefully looked him in the eyes so I could determine his answer. He still had his arms wrapped around my waist. Michael: Okay. He kissed me again. Then I got the last word when I kissed him quickly and got up. He crept behind me as I stopped walking and grabbed my bow. Me: Ouch Mike, gentle! Michael: You look beautiful already; but having your hair down is the final touch. Me: Well I donâ??t know, just give me my clamp back. He teased me because he stood on the tips of his feet with me trying to reach for my bow that he was dangling over my head. These heels werenâ??t any help and Iâ??m not that short! Me: Michael give me the bow! Michael: No! So I tricked him by jumping up, which caused him to fall and I fell on him on purpose. Me: Thank you, Iâ??ll take that. I yanked it out of his hand with a smirk. Then he got up and started kissing my ear, leading us into the bathroom. Michael: Look at yourself. Me: No. I turned around like a frightened child and hid my face into his chest. Michael: (being patient) Look Jeanette. So I didâ??and what I saw was a gorgeous babe! My hair stood loosely and a bit raggedy in the curls that formed at the end. I guess I looked â??sexyâ? today. I had on my white work shirt with the black skirt: which fitted my hips, bulging my hips out a little more. I had my shirt buttoned almost to the top and I guess I had a pretty face. I did look good. Then I looked at Michael. He had on a white shirt his self with blue jeans and his hair all tangled in his afro slash jerri-curls. I turned away from the mirror and looked at himâ??no expression like he does to me sometimes. I reached to his shoulders and started kissing him. I think we both were in shock once again, because we bumped into the wall. I had him pinned and it felt good but he walked away with a smirk. I actually kissed him like that and he blushed! Wow. Michael: So what about lunch, Iâ??m starved. He said once he took his seat on the couch and I took my seat at my desk again. Me: My lunchtime passed four hours ago. Michael: Four hours? Why didnâ??t you tell me? Me: I had a lot to sort out. Not just with you but other clients. Itâ??s like when they stack up on a problem, I stack up on a problem. Michael: Why didnâ??t you tell me four hours ago? He repeated. Me: Well you didnâ??t say anything. I felt stupid and awkward. I knew if he was hungry, he wouldâ??ve wanted me to join him just like any boyfriend would. I knew I would fall for the temptation against my own wishes and I just wanted to get my work done. I felt so selfish. Me: Come on, Iâ??ll show you the cafeteria. Michael: Would you come with me? Me: Of course. I went over to the couch and kissed him. Our faces were backwards to each other. He just smiled and bit his lip jumping up at the chance. Me: But no signs of real affection. Michael: Awe come on Jenny. He got one more peck out of me. Me: (whispering) Hey thatâ??s your last one. Then we walked in and got my leftover tray. Michael: By now the food is gone. And this food wonâ??t hold both of us over. I donâ??t want either you or I go hungry. Me: No Iâ??m fine. You can eat it Michael. Michael: No. Shoving it to me Me: No I mean itâ??take the tray Michael, Iâ??m not hungry. Michael: When was the last time you ate? Me: Breakfast. Michael: Which was? Me: Eight a.m. Michael. Michael: Which was too long ago. What did you eat? Me: What are you, the Food Patrol? I had a buttered bagel with orange juice. Why? Michael: Because I know you need to eat something. Me: Well Iâ??m not. Michael: Me either. He was challenging me. He lay back a little to and crossed his arms, play glaring at me also. The truth was I was a little hungry but I didnâ??t feel up to the energy to eat. My body felt cramped from working all day in silence. The only movement I did was interacting with Michael. He waited after a few more seconds of silence. Michael: Fine. I watched him chew the food up. I could tell it was really uncomfortable for him. Not only was I going hungry and that he knew it, but that he was rubbing it in my face. Michael: Sorry about that Jenny. Me: Itâ??s okay Michael. It was getting late. Me: So Iâ??ll see you tomorrow or soon? Michael: Hopefully tomorrow. Then he kissed and hugged me before he left. I held him a little longer. Michael: Donâ??t worry, Iâ??ll miss you too. Right before my door closed, he tapped my butt and walked away. I turned around glaring and he just laughed, walking backwards toward the elevators. That was looong. Hoped you liked. Vote+!
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