Chapter 7

There were no words to explain how I was feeling at this very moment. I didn't know whether to tell her the truth or lie. If I tell the truth I don't know what she'll say or do, and if I lie it'll make matters worse.

"Yes," I sighed. 

I looked at her trying to read every outline and emotion on her face, but I got nothing. I didn't know what to expect. 

"So why did you lie when I asked if we meet before," She questioned crossing her arms.

"Janet..." I murmured. 

"Don't..." She said cutting me off. 

"I didn't want the atmosphere to change between you and I. I wanted to keep it professional," I answered.

She just shook her head chuckling. I looked at her confused but mesmerized by her angelic laugh.  

"What? Did you think I would remember you and come onto you like a bitch in heat," She questioned.

I didn't reply.

"Wow! What happened seven years ago doesn't matter to me. I was wild and adventurous back then so don't expect me to be that way now. Don't flatter yourself. I just wanted to know the truth, and now I do. I promise Ms. Daniels that our relationship will be nothing but professional," She huffed before going back to the bedroom.

What the hell just happened? How was I supposed to react to that? I just sat there staring at my computer screen. I probably sat this way for an hour straight, but when I finally decided to get up Janet walked out of the room.

"I will be at rehearsal all day before the show. Soon as you are ready my driver will bring you to the venue. Be ready for a long night, because tonight your hands will be working," she said venom dripping with every word.

I just nodded not having anything to say. 

She looked at me tilting her head. 

"I expect your reply to be 'Yes Ms.Jackson', " she said raising an eyebrow waiting for me to repeat.

 Really? 

You've got to be fucking kidding me. 

"Yes Ms.Jackson," I replied as I bit the inside of my cheek as she smirked before leaving.

...

I packed all of my supplies I would need for tonight and placed them backstage in Janet's dressing room. A few pictures of her were scattered here and there. Her vanity and hair station was in one area with makeup and hair products galore. A flat screen TV, chocolate fountain surrounded with strawberries, and a restroom. She's Janet Jackson so it doesn't surprise me.

It was now 10:00 p.m. and the show just started and thank God I brought my tablet and laptop to keep me company. While Janet performed I watched on the television while I finished a few assignments that were due tomorrow. I would stop every once and a while to take a restroom break or stretch.

Today I didn't feel like being up close watching the concert. Even though I wasn't really a fan of her music I would have to get use to hearing it. Around 12:45 I was stretched out on the black couch sleeping like a new born baby. That's until she walked in wrapped in a black silk robe.

I could outline every single curve. My eyes were attached to her like a lion on its prey. She then cleared her throat catching my attention. "I know you are finding it very hard to stop staring at me, but I'm your client so I suggest you keep it strictly professional Ms.Daniels." She smirked.

I bit the inside of my cheek as I mentally groaned at her remark. I turned away getting my supplies out.

After getting everything set up I said, "Remove all clothing and place the towel over your bottom half."

I left out of the dressing room for five minutes then came back. I took out my oils and got to work. I could tell she had danced her ass off, because her shoulders and upper back muscles were extra tense.

As I got to her lower back she groaned softly sending waves of shock through every part of my body. 

"Lower," She said in a raspy voice. 

I couldn't, because I would be crossing boundaries. 

Strictly professional remember. 

"I think that's all for tonight Ms.Jackson."