"God, what am I going to do? What if she doesn't like me?" Michael sounds exasperated, clutching the phone to his ear.

"Mike, she already likes you. She wouldn't be on a plane to come and see you right now if she didn't." Michael's manager, Sandy, assures him.

"Please tell the crew to be gentle and understanding with her. Make sure she fully understands the contracts before she signs them. I really don't want to mess things up with her."

"It's a standard nondisclosure agreement, Michael, she'll be fine. They will explain everything and then she'll sign and you'll meet her. Everyone will give you the room and we'll make arrangements for standby transportation if she wants to go home." Sandy says patiently. She knows her client can get nervous. She has talked him down from an anxious fit many times before.

"I hope she doesn't want to leave, I will be devastated if she doesn't want to stay with me."

"I have a feeling that if the girl is willing to travel this far to meet a stranger, there is little that can dissuade her from staying. You know, not all women are shallow- she must already care for you deeply." Sandy says.

"Thanks, Sand. I hope you're right."

~

Michael paces the room waiting for the go ahead. He feels like he's going to faint. His knees are weak just knowing that she's only a room away from him. He desperately wants to go in and see her face with his own eyes.

Minutes feel like hours and he plants himself on an armchair, slumping back and adjusting his hair. He stands back up to check himself out in the mirror one last time. He's wearing black jeans, black dress shoes and a red button down shirt. His curls are pulled back into a loose ponytail.

He stays silent, trying to pick up on any kind of noise that may come from the room. She's being told for the very first time that she's been communicating with THE Michael Jackson for upwards of four months. Michael tries to imagine what she might be feeling knowing that she's shared her thoughts, secrets and feelings with the King of Pop. He silently prays that his manager is right and there's more to her perception of him.

He hears a door click, footsteps down the hall and his heart almost stops.

The doorknob turns in slow motion and he stands there, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Hi there, Mr. Jackson." She smiles widely at him. She's there. In the flesh. Standing twenty feet from him. She is dressed casually, but her natural beauty is more stunning than any photo could capture.

Michael crosses those twenty feet in two seconds, coming face to face with his Dove.

"Dove, it's- I'm so glad you made it."

"You're Michael Jackson." She says plainly.

Michael winces. "Is that okay?"

"You could have told me! Here I was wondering if I'd be meeting some 80 year old man who wanted to hold me captive."

"And yet you came." Michael grins. He thinks she's even more beautiful in person. He can't believe it. Her eyes sparkle at him with a telltale expression.

"So, are you going to show me how you feel about me, then?" She asks mischievously.

    Michael wastes no time closing the space between them and captures her mouth with his. Her hands find their way onto his shoulders as his take their place at her waist. Michael feels like his heart is going to explode. Her tongue gently pokes his bottom lip, asking politely for entrance. Michael obliges, her soft warm tongue melting against his. He holds onto her waist tighter, pulling her body flush against his, eliciting a moan from the woman in front of him.

    His hands explore the curve of her waist, then her lower back and finally resting against her round bum. She giggles into their kiss and they pull away to breathe.

"God, I've imagined that a million times and it was never even half as good as the real thing." She blushes, taking Michael's large hand in hers.

"No kidding," He says, rubbing her small hand with his thumb.

"I'm still in shock, here. Things are starting to make sense, slowly but surely." She mumbles, bringing his hand up to her mouth and kissing his knuckles.

"I hoped you'd say that. I never wanted to lie or deceive you. You have to understand what it means to maintain my privacy." Michael closes the space between them again, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her forehead.

She pulls her head away and looks up at him, "You know my mom is going to faint when I tell her, right?" She grins.

"Well, someone was bound to faint in this situation. We'll just have to catch her." He chuckles.

"Is this why you were poking around about my taste in music early on?"

"Of course. I was worried about a certain type of person making their way into my life and eventually causing trouble for me. I've had a couple of instances where I was taken advantage of by lunatics. I have to be really careful."

"I understand that. I have to admit, the mystery was exciting at first. I'm pleasantly satisfied with my luck. You're breathtaking." She says, placing her hand on Michael's chest.

"Oh, stop, you're my dream girl. I can't even begin to tell you what I was thinking when the P.I. sent me those photos of you, which I'm sorry about, by the way." Michael chuckles.

"Good lord, I can only imagine how busted I looked." She laughs.

Michael leans down and grabs her face, pulling her into another deep kiss. The sound of her laughter is music to his ears. His thumb caresses her cheek as their kiss deepens, causing her to moan. If he wasn't already filled to the brim with lust at the sight of her, he was now overflowing at the sound of her moan vibrating against his mouth.

"Take me somewhere private." She mumbles against his mouth.