| Chapter Sixteen |
| Sitting in the middle of my bed was a box, surrounded by rose petals. 'What in the world.' I slowly walked to the box and opened it. Stunned I picked up the dress. It was a simple black silk slip dress. Then I glanced down at the floor and saw the shoes. There they were, stilettos, just waiting. 'What does he have up his sleeve?' I knew that if I didn't hurry there was no way that I would be ready. So I rushed around, doing my hair and makeup first. Lastly I slid the black dress on. It was the perfect size, fitting just right in all the right places. The dress was spaghetti strapped and stopped just at my shin. There was a lace outline at the top and bottom of the dress. 'This is way too nice for me to wear. NO! Michelle! Let him do something nice.' I finally pushed all my fears aside and walked out of the bedroom, ready for whatever he had in store. When I reached the bottom step Justin walked into my view. He was absolutely stunning. He was simply dressed, wearing a pair of nice fitting black slacks, and a clean cut black button-up shirt. He had conveniently forgot to button the first couple of buttons on his shirt, showing his beautiful skin. I saw his eyes look me over, obviously pleased with himself. He walked up to me, looking up at me. "You are magnificently beautifully gorgeous." I smiled, a little embarrassed. "You too." He took my hand and led me outside to a waiting limo. I allowed myself to be pulled inside, still in shock. "Justin, what is all this for?" He smiled and rested his hand on my upper thigh. "I'm good, I know. It's my way of apologizing." I rolled my eyes. "J, you didn't have to do all of this. I forgave you the second you walked through my door." He smiled, "I know. But this makes me feel less guilty, so just go with it. Okay?" I shook my head, not exactly sure how to answer that. Fifteen minutes later we arrived at what seemed to me, like a very fancy restaurant. We walked inside and were immediately seated at a table that was in the corner, away from all the other customers. It was a small table, kind of like the one in the movie, 'The Lady and The Tramp.' 'Why is he doing all of this?!' I just didn't understand. We had a wonderful evening. We ate and talked and laughed for hours. Justin paid and tipped the waiter. he reached for my hand. "Let's go Chelle." I happily followed him back to the limo. He glanced at his watch. "Only 10 PM." And that was all he said. I was completely in the dark, and he wasn't gonna give any information up. About twenty minutes later, the limo stopped again. This time when we stepped out I saw the crowd of people. We were at one of the nicest clubs in Florida. Justin smiled as we walked passed the line, straight into the club. As soon as we were in the club he instantly migrated to the dance floor, pulling me close. "Now, we dance. It's time you let your hair down and have some fun!" And that was it. How could I hold back? This gorgeous man was basically commanding me to 'bump and grind' with him. No way in hell was I gonna say no. We danced through Nelly's "Hot in Herre", and then something unexpected happened. The DJ switched it up, throwing a slow jam in. And, of course it had to be *N Sync's "This I Promise You". I looked up at Justin expecting him to walk off the floor. But instead he did the complete opposite. Instead, he rapped his muscular arms around my thin waist, pulling our bodies together. With one swift movement, we were floating round the dance floor. He brought his mouth to my ear. With a sexy-raspy voice he finally spoke. "Why does this feel so right?" I looked at him, 'I have to play innocent, I can't let him know that I feel it too. What is happening!' I starred into his eyes, and my plan went all to hell. A slight grin crept over my face, and I shook my head yes. "For some reason, it feels amazing." That had to be the last song we danced to, it had to be. I couldn't take being so close to him. "Justin, I'm really tired. Can we go back to your place?" He grinned and kissed my forehead, "Of course. Anything for you." There it was again, that kiss. 'What is wrong with us.' Not speaking, I followed him out of the club and back to the limo. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 'Justin, man! What is wrong with you! It's just Michelle! Chelle Bells!' He continued thinking as we rode home. 'Or was it, JUST Michelle?' |