Jesa Pov

It was finally time for me to go home. I've just finished typing up the interview to me and Michael had.

To be honest, he's very pleasant.

He wasn't like what everyone said he was. He wasn't weird or crazy, he was the total opposite.

During the interview, we got on some sensitive subjects, but he still answered.

My mind is totally confused. The first time I meet him, he's an asshole, but now, all I think about is how nice and sweet he is.

Once I get inside inside my condo, I rushed over to the kitchen and place the flowers on the counter. When I turn around, I see a piece of folded paper and frown.

"What is this?" I walk over and pick it up. I open it slowly and it read:

"Dear Jesalyn,

This is Michael, Michael Jackson. We've met that one time in that office, and I replay each and every word we've said in that "argument." I regret everything I have said and I am completely, and deeply sorry about the way I've talked to you. I've degraded, you, your job, and mis judged you, and I still cannot shake off this guilt.

I was just thrown off by you. You are the first woman who has ever told me off. Do you know that? Every women I have come in contact with, they do everything I say at my every whim. But, you and I both know that you are different from those women.

Truth is, I was very intimidated by you. You had the courage to come up to my office, and to my face, instead of accepting the fact that I don't like interviews.

And I admire that.

Also, because you are a beautiful, intelligent, and persuasive woman. I know your probably thinking "This jackass says this to every woman he talks to."

Honestly, I don't. Your my first.

I know I don't deserve another chance to speak to you, but please consider giving me another one.

(515-8290) this is my number. Please give me a call, it would mean the world to me."

- Michael

I felt myself practically swoon over his letter.

He wants to get to know me.

Should I call him?

I sigh and place the note on the countertop. I'm not really sure if me and Michael would be a good combination.

I know I said I'm over what happened between us, but I can't help it.

I was and still am a big fan of his. The way he talked to me made me feel like I didn't matter.

However, the not he wrote told me otherwise.

"I'll get to it later." I kick of my heels and shrug off my jacket before hanging it up.

I walk up stairs and head towards my condo. I'll decided to take a shower to clear my mind.

~

Once I'm in my robe, I go back into the kitchen to prepare dinner for myself. I take out the meatballs I've prepared a few days ago and boil the pasta.

While putting the garlic bread in the oven, I heard someone bang on the door.

"Who the fuck is this late at night?" I tip toe over to the door and take a deep breath in. I can barely reach the see through hole in the door so I prepare myself.

"Who is it?!" I shouted. "State your name or I'm calling the police!"

"It's Michael!"

I furrowed my brow. "Jackson?"

"Yes, it's me Jesalyn!"

I opened the door to see Jackson leaning against my door frame, with a sexy grin on his face.

"So your stalking me now?" I ask with a sarcastic smile.

"Oh you would love that, wouldn't you?" He drawls.

"Um, would you like to come in?" He nods as I move to the side and let him in.

"Nice place." He whispered.

"Thanks, so uh, what are you doing here?" I asked while attending my pot.

"Did you read my letter?" He said while sitting on one of the stools by the island.

I turn over to him and smile wide. "Yes, I thought it was, it was-"

"Beautiful, charming?" He says as he pops his collar.

"Sappy!" I squeal out laughing at he pouts. He turns away from me as I walk and front of him.

"But, it was beautiful, thank you." He stood up and grabbed me by my waist. The way he was deeply looking into my eyes started a spark.

Of what? Lust? Love?

At this moment, I couldn't care less. I felt our energies bounce of each other. Both of us, leaned in, but I heard the oven go off.

We both pulled back, both embarrassed with red cheeks.

"Would you like to stay for dinner?" I asked softly.

"I would love to, baby girl."

He walks off to the dining table and I feel myself melting.

What is he doing to me?

I practically skip to the kitchen and arrange our plates. I grab both of our plates, placing one in front of him and one in front of me.

~

"Where did you learn how to cook?" He said while taking a bite into his garlic bread. "This is delicious."

I beam at his compliment. "Thank you, but, um, my grandfather taught me."

"What is he?"

"Oh, he's Italian, my fathers side is Italian, whereas my mother is full Indian."

He nods his head and wink. "They've created a beautiful combination."

I shoo him before covering my face. "Your embarrassing me." He laughs as we resume to eating our dinner.

"Can I ask a question?"

"Shoot." He says while siping his drink.

"How did you find my address?" He laughs as he shakes his head.

"Magic." He replies as I throw a piece of pasta at him. He continues to die with laughter

"No but seriously." I say before wiping my mouth. "How did you find where I live?"

"Well." He says, wiping his mouth. "When I was walking towards the elevator, I bumped into a woman named Gabriella."

"Oh you've met gabby?"

"Seems so. Anyways, she saw me in the hall."

I smiled. "Did she fan girl over you?"

He shook his finger. "She yelled at me."

My jaw dropped. "Now, why would she do that?"

"Because" he playfully rolled his eyes. "It seems I may have had disrespected her best friend!" He said while throwing an olive at me.

I gasped sarcastically. "I didn't tell her what you said, just that your a gigantic asshole." I shrugged and kept listening.

"So I told her that I apologized, while also bringing a box of chocolate and a bouquet of flowers, while maybe, popping my collar."

"Then what did she say?" He smiled.

"She said that was the most decent thing an asshole like me can do!"

I was laughing hysterically, "I'll have to remind myself to give Gabby a special thanks." I said, trying to sip my drink.

He shook his head. "Not so fast dear, she gave me your address."

My laughing stopped and my face fell. "And how did you manage that?" I squeaked.

"Well, she asked me why I was such an asshole to you, and I told her you intimidate me."

I'm now just staring at his face, because he is trying to avoid eye contact. "Then what did she say."

He started beaming by the seconds. "She was like 'Aww, you two would be so cute together, here's her address, you should pay her a visit.'"

I sucked my teeth and cursed gabby out under my breath. "Remind me to kill Gabby tomorrow... She's a hopeless romantic!"

He continued cracking up as I posed idle threats towards gabby.

I heard buzzing as Michael looked down. When he did, he rolled his eyes then tucked it in his pocket.

"Um, it's getting pretty late, I should probably go."

I frowned. I honestly didn't want him to leave. I was enjoying his presences and our conversation to much.

He retrieved his jacket and headed for the door. He turned around and kissed my forehead. "I'll call you." With that he left, and I slid down the door, slowly falling in love.