*Katherine's POV*

"Katherine, you don't understand." Prince says.

"I don't understand what?" I ask.

"I can make you happy. We've been taking the time to get to know each other properly now and I've already admitted in different ways that I like you...you must like me by now, surely." He says, walking closer to me, slowly.
My breathing slows down when we're practically chest to chest, he places his hands on my waist. His once light coloured eyes now dark staring back into mine.

"The fact you haven't even denied it yet or insulted me says a lot." He whispers.

Then the unthinkable happens, he leans in and presses his lips against mine. My hearts racing a thousand miles per hour, for some reason I can hear an annoying ringing in the background...

I immediately sit up and clutch my chest, I look down at myself and see I'm sweating profusely in my bed. What the hell? I was dreaming? About him?

I get up and go have a shower, a cold one to wake myself up. I get out and get dressed, I go down to the kitchen to make myself some coffee when my phone rings. I pick it up.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey, Katherine." Tony greets.

"Oh hey, Tony. What's up?" I ask.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come by today? We're shooting a video, well Prince is. It'd be nice for us to catch up." He offers.

"Sure! I'll be over soon." I say.

"Cool! See you soon." He says.

I sigh, I feel like an idiot for agreeing. But Tony is cool to hang out with, I just need to not get distracted by Prince.

I finish my coffee and grab my purse and keys, I drive to Paisley Park. I walk inside and Tony is standing in the main foyer with a smile. I smile and walk up to him and give him a hug.

"Hey Tony." I say.

"Hey Kat." He says.

"How are you?" I ask.

"I'm great. Lets go get seated on set." He says, hold out his arm.

I laugh and hook my arm with his, we walk to set. We take our seats and begin chatting, despite mine and Prince's rocky relationship...he knows some pretty great people. Tony has great talent and is just a great person in general.

"How long have you been a designer?" He asks me.

"About seven years." I say.

"Wow! I actually think I remember seeing one of your rooms that you've done in the paper a few years back. That's why you looked familiar to me at the concert the other night." He admits.

"Oh really? The room I designed for Jennifer Lopez?" I ask with a smile.

"Yeah that one!" He says.

"I enjoyed doing that." I say.

"And so you should. Your career should be about doing something you love." He says.

We hear the director calling for everyone to take their places. I look up and see Prince...

He's shirtless, has gold chains draped over him and behind bars. He's staring directly at me, I feel weird around him now after that dream. Tony said this shoot is broken up into three different parts, first is this. Second is dancing, third is the bed. I'm going to try and not let him distract me too much.

Tony manages to talk to me mostly throughout the first part. The second part is underway but I'm starting to get distracted...doesn't help by the way he's looking at me...

"Earth to Katherine." Tony says.

"Oh. Yes?" I ask.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah I'm fine. What's this song even called?" I question.

"It's called 'Violet The Organ Grinder'." He responds.

"Do I want to know what it's about?" I ask.

"Probably not." He says.

I nod, figures.

I look back at Prince which I was hoping to last for a second but I was wrong...I couldn't help but watch him. He seemed so interesting...

Jesus Christ I almost choked on air.

"And cut! It's time for the final part!" The director calls.

Prince pretty much strips down to well...nothing. He has no shame, don't know why he looked at me while he was doing it but okay. He got on the bed and posed for a few pictures before they began.

The music begins playing and he gets down to it, he becomes a completely different person to the man I was talking to last night. I can't help but be mesmerised. This must be what Billie feels when she watches him, oh crap I'm not turning into a fan am I?

I feel like I'm under a spell.

"And that's a wrap!" The director calls.

The director calls everyone out, Prince is still laying on the bed staring at me.

"You coming, Katherine?" Tony asks.

"In a sec." I say.

Tony walks out and it's just me and Prince.

I walk over to him and sit beside him on the bed, he looks up at me.

"Hi." He says.

"Hey." I say.

He reaches up and places his hand on my cheek. I shiver in delight.

"What are you doing?" I whisper.

"Shhh..." He says, caressing my cheek.

He stares into my eyes, oh my god. This feels like my dream...

"Have you thought about what I said last night?" He asks.

"I have, to be honest, I haven't really stopped." I admit.

A smile plays on his lips, he traces his finger over my lips.

"It's all so sudden though." I say.

"Katherine." Prince sighs.

"Prince." I respond.

"Katherine, you don't understand." He says.

"I don't understand what?" I ask.

"I can make you happy. We've been taking the time to get to know each other properly now and I've already admitted in different ways that I like you...you must like me by now, surely." He says, sitting up to be eye level with me.

Holy shit, the exact dream I was having last night is becoming true.

"The fact you haven't denied it yet or even insulted me yet speaks volumes." He smirks.

"Prince..." I begin to say but he places his finger over my lips to stop me.

He leans in, his lips softly brushing over my own. I get chills at just that feeling.

"What are you doing?" I whisper.

"Something I should have done last night." He whispers back.

He then presses his lips against mine, I give in and move my lips in heavenly sync with his. I reach up and run my fingers through his dark curls, earning a groan from him. His hands grip my waist, pulling me onto his lap.

Well what do you know? He is wearing underwear after all.

His tongue is begging for access, hesitantly I gave it to him. I tried so hard to not give him the satisfaction of letting a moan escape my body but once I felt his smooth tongue glide against mine it just slipped out. I felt him smile against my lips, moments later we pull away and stare at each other while trying to catch our breath.

"Tell me you don't like me now, Mama." He smirks.