To say Jamie had been right about the weather would be an understatement. Minneapolis was cold. I thought I knew cold from my little college town, but that was nothing compared to this bitter, unfriendly weather. When my plane touched down there was already snow on the ground and it had managed to snow off and on each day since then. Meg and I had spent my first full day in town just hanging around her nicely sized, crisply decorated apartment catching up on everything that had happened in our lives recently. Meg's new career. My first quarter of grad school. She talk about how much she really like John, they'd met at a local club one night where she literally ran into him while he was coming back from the restroom. Apparently that turned into a conversation and an exchange of numbers before he had to get back to work. At the time she had no idea he was part of the security team for the clubs VIP visitor that night...that was nine months ago. She explained she'd been to nearly all the Paisley Park shows since he'd told her about his job, mostly because it gave them a chance to see each other; apparently his free time was fairly nonexistent due to the demands of his employer. They weren't serious, at least that's what she claimed, but I quickly got the impression that was only because John didn't seem to have the time.

I even told her about Jamie, well mostly about him. I explained how we'd met online and he'd managed to help me work through the breakup with Miko. I even want so far as to explain some of the stranger aspects about our interactions, like his refusal to answer questions about his life. She didn't seem too think any of that was too out of the ordinary and she seemed happy I'd found another friend  outside of my typical sphere willing listen and able to help me see through some peoples bullshit, as she put it.

A few days had passed and it was finally here. Today was the day I was going to meet John and get to see Jamie's favorite musician in the flesh. Meg explained that these shows were less like attending a full on concert and more like a jam session in a club. With that in mind we spend the late afternoon going through all our clothes looking for the right outfits. I settled on a little black halter style dress with a large keyhole opening in the back and lace detail at the bottom where it rested at my mid thigh. Some simple black heals that tie around my
ankles, a few pieces of gold jewelry and a jean jacket rounded out my outfit.  Meg had opted for a short black dress with long sleeves and a cut out on the front exposing her cleavage half way down her abdomen. Her expert use of double stick tape with the dress told me this wasn't her first time in this type of outfit. Both excited and a little anxious we made it to Paisley Park just after the doors opened at 9pm.

Meg had driven by the facility earlier in the week to show me what the complex looked like from the outside, but standing inside was completely different from checking it out from the road. The place looked massive from the outside, but as soon as we were ushered inside it felt smaller, intimate if you will. People were funneled fairly quickly from the front entrance of the building into a large performance space.

"The stage looks the same as it has the last few shows he's held here." Meg's voice filled my ears as I take in the sight of the large stage with what looked like huge swags of gold cloth in the backdrop with that strange symbol is seen all over the new album displayed prominently in the center of the background. The stage was set with instruments just waiting for the warm bodies to take their places and bring the the strings and keys to life. The place was starting to fill up and people were dancing to the music that played through the sound system; a diverse collection of music, some of which I recognized as Prince and other more obscure artists I had no reference for.

"So when does this thing start?" Turning to find Meg craning her back through the crowd and intently watching a door over to the right of the stage.

"Oh anytime after now." Her attention was barely on me or my question. "Really it's just whenever he feels like coming out and getting started." Suddenly her face lit up and I followed her blue eyes to the sight of a tall, bulky man with a dark complexion walking towards is.

"Hey Meg." His broad smile lit up the dark space around us as he wrapped her in a warm embrace, which she returned without hesitation.

"Hi John" her voice was soft. It was painfully obvious there was something between them. Pulling out of their embrace, Meg finally introduced us, and after sharing a quick handshake he turned his attention back to her with eyes looking like a kid on Christmas morning.

"He wants to meet you." Wrapping his large hand around hers "let's head back and he said Sydney could come back too." Meg was caught a little off guard that our host had taken an interest in her. Just as we reached the secured door John stopped and turned to us both. "Don't forget, he doesn't go by Prince anymore." I seem to recall Jamie saying something about that, about his name now being that symbol or something, the whole idea made me roll my eyes on the inside, but on the outside I nodded and gave John a smile. And with that John swiped his card and the door unlocked. I moved fast behind John and Meg trying to keep up with their even faster pace, my short legs making that difficult. They turn into an open doorway a few moment before I even reach it and I can already hear John introducing Meg.

I cross the threshold just as John's words end and I am immediately struck by the sight in front of me: the man of the hour.  I took a moment to look him over as he shook Meg's hand. Dark hair cropped short but longer on top and down over his forehead and parted over his left eye with the slightest hint of what looked like...gold glitter? Well that's different I thought to myself as I continued taking in his attired which included black healed boots, black trousers and a white button up shirt with only the bottom half of them buttoned leaving a large portion of fury butterscotch skin exposed.

"A pleasure to meet you." His deep voice brought my eyes up to his as his hand surrounded mine. Pictures did not do his hazel eyes any justice I thought to myself. The green. The Amber. The brown. They were all there.

"You too." My voice gentler than normal and I knew it caught Meg's attention but at that moment I didn't care, I was too busy getting lost in those eyes. His attention quickly turned to the couple standing next to me and while I heard the conversation and was also vaguely a part of the conversation I could not focus on anything but those damn eyes. I heard him give John the night off, told him to spend some time with his lady.

"How about I give you a tour around this place and you can be my personal guest to the show?"

"That would be very cool." Finally breaking free of his eyes and falling back to my normal self.

"I'll see that she gets back to your place after the show." He tells Meg. And after a few quick goodbyes and thank you's John and Meg left. The room was quiet for a moment as I let my eyes wonder over all the little pieces that made up the space.

"You ok?" That deep voice caused a ripple of fluttering in my belly.

"Yeah," looking back to find he had taken a step or two closer to me, "just taking everything in." My eyes casually trailing over his form.

"You ready to see the rest of the place?" I only nodded with a smile as I followed him out the door. With his hand resting in the dip of my back he led me through what I could only describe as his sanctuary. From the foyer, to rehearsal rooms, his award room, the gym...it really felt as though I was shown far more of the complex than any normal visitor would be. But the strangest thing about the whole tour was the level of comfort I felt with him. I was usually a little anxious around new people, but it felt, and we talked like we had already known each other. Some time later my tour came to an end as we found ourselves sitting in one of the recording studios, each in our own black chair at the sound board.

"You're beautiful Sydney." His words come out of nowhere and suddenly I'm nervous and my cheeks are on fire. I want to say something back to him, but I can't figure out what, then it strikes me why it's so hard for me to figure out how to say somethings  to him.

"I'm sure you have your reasons for doing what you've done with your name, but what the hell am I supposed to call you?" I tried for a little laugh at the end of my words, but it came out wrong, only making me sound timid. My breath caught when I felt his warm hand on the skin of my left knee, resting there and letting his thumb draw slow circle.

"If we're alone, then call me Prince." His lips lifted slightly and his thumb continued drawing lazy designs on my skin.

"Thank you Prince." His sly grin told me he was letting me do something few people could. We stayed like that for a moment, he appeared deep in thought and I really started to take notice of his features. The lick line of eye liner fulling in his lash line, the small mole on his left cheek, styled sideburns nearly down to his jaw line, and stubble. Not like 5 o'clock shadow, but not quite a beard.

"Are you growing a beard?" His manicured eyebrows furrowed slightly. "It just looks like your starting a beard, that's all. It looks good on you, a little rough around the edges sort of." A small laugh came from him

"No beard mama, just didn't feel like shaving today, but it's good to know you like it." His hand left my knee as he stood from the chair and offer me his hand. "I have to finish getting ready for the show. Come with me?"

We returned to his dressing room, this time he closed and locked the door. I took up residence on the overstuffed couch in the back of the room and watched his routine. He touched up his makeup and checked his hair and just as I thought he was finished he unbuttoned his white shirt and draped it over a chair. Now that shirt had barely covered him all evening and I'd tried to keep my eyes focused on his, but now my resolve broke. Watching him in the mirror, my eyes slipped lower and caressed over the expanse of bare flesh being reflected in the large mirror. Dark hair spreading out from the center of his solid looking chest, over his pecks and down his defined abdomen. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but it was loud. My eyes fly up only to be caught by his in the mirror and a suggestive smile started to appear over his features. My initial thought was to bolt out of the room, but then I immediately wondered what Jamie would say about this insane situation. What would he say about me ogling his the reflection of his half naked musical idol. Wordlessly, Prince walked across the room, stopping in front of me. I figured he was going to tell me to leave, but instead he took my hand and placed on the center of his chest.

"Here?" His voice almost unsure as if he couldn't clearly tell what I wanted. My fingers flexed unconsciously against his slightly course curls. "Can I touch you?" His words came as he bent over to my ear while his hand rested in my knee again. A moan passes over my lips as those plump lips touched my neck and without thinking I uncrossed my legs. I watched in fascination as he came down to his knees in front of me, his hand moving up my thigh. "Take your jacket off." There was no hesitation, I quickly pulled off the denim material and threw it to the other side of the couch. Another moan filled the room as his hand found its destination, and began softly stroking over my lace covered heat. The sharp sound of knocking on the dressing room door drew my attention, but he was still focused on my face.

"Hey boss, we hitting the stage now?"

"I need 30 minutes." His voice told nothing of the situation in this room as his fingers sunk under the side of the lace to stroke my bare flesh. "You guys can go on now and jam or wait for me. Either way I'll be out in 30 ."

"K."

"I don't want you to be late." My voice trembling.

"It's my house, they can wait. I'm busy right now." Punctuating his words by circling his index finger around my clit. My eyes closed and I drew a shaky breath. His other hand disappeared under my dress and they both gripped a side of my underwear pulling them off only to stuff the small silver, lace thong into his pants pocket. Gripping  me behind my knees, he pulled me down, scooting my ass to the edge of the couch and managing to push my dress up at the same time. "I want to give you something to remember from your trip." That now familiar voice as deeper than before and his eyes were now much darker than before. His tongue snuck out to wet his lips as he waited for a response from me.

"Yes, please..." Prince smiled at my words before his head moved down to kiss along my inner thigh before his tongue met my little bundle of nerves. Gasping, my hips jerked up at his foreign touch. Every nerve in my body was immediately on edge as he continued with his licking and sucking, the room now filled with a mixture of my heavy breathing and the wet sounds of his tongue. My fingers tangled in his hair as his fingers found their way inside my heat. A slow and steady rhythm, as if he was searching for something. After a few minutes those fingers brushed over something that cause my back to arch and a loud moan to cascade over my lips. I felt him smile against me as his fingers picked up the pace, being sure to hit that spot every time. "Oh shit!" My voice louder than expected as I felt every muscle in my body began to tense up.

"Keep going mama, you're almost there." His mouth left me for a moment as he watched me thrusting against his hand. "I wanna feel you come." That deep, gentle voice filled my ears before his mouth returned, pressing his tongue hard against my clit.

"Prince...ah...fuck!" Every muscle in my body twitched and I clamped down around his fingers as I finally came. His fingers were quickly replaced with his tongue, licking me as I rode out my orgasm, my body shuddering and moans falling from my lips. As I finally came down I felt his lips leave me, only to meet me again this time in a bruising kiss.  The kiss was passionate and forceful, his tongue quickly taking dominance over mines he cupped my cheek. There was something buried in this kiss, but I was too busy drowning in it to figure out what. Before I could say anything he stood up and threw on his gold and black shirt.

"Sorry to run," he grinned as he took one more good look at me trying to get put back together, "but I have a show." I stood and walked to him placing a soft kiss on his still damp lips. "Security will let you back here after the show." He lips raised in a knowing grin before heading out the door. A few moments later I was escorted out to the floor by security.

The performance was amazing, not to mention the hard on he had when he first took the stage, something the ladies next to me talked about at length. The closer it got to the end of the show the more anxious I became. That kiss was weighing heavily on my mind. It was a kiss of pent up passion, the kiss you give some one you've finally gotten, but we'd just met. As the encore began the room was filled with the opening line of "Dolphin" and I couldn't help but feel completely overwhelmed by this whole situation. My mind started to wander as I was thinking about that kiss, what would Jamie think of that? This was too much, and the idea of spending more time together after the show was beginning to overwhelm me. Walking out of the performance area I quickly found the front desk and asked if they could call me a cab. I was off the premises before the show ended and back home a few days later.