Book I Of the 'Not Vanilla' Imagine Series.
𝚃𝚆: includes strong language, Sexual content, Explicit content.
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Imagines Between you & Michael Jackson.
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♡ 1992 New York City Word Count:7.8
Tonight, you were in the heart of New York City at the iconic 'Tavern on the Green,' accompanying your boss, Michael, who was being awarded the prestigious 'Operation One To One' Award. This accolade celebrated his relentless efforts to improve the living standards of young people through his humanitarian work. Michael's commitment to giving back to the community has always been a defining part of who he is. Over the years, his generosity has only grown, as he continues to donate most of his earnings to various causes. His kind and giving nature often strikes you as almost too selfless, but you would never express this sentiment to him.
You found yourselves seated at an elegantly set table, joined by none other than Elizabeth Taylor. Michael was the picture of sophistication in his attire: a black button-down dress shirt complemented by a striking red blazer. The golden chain adorning his neck, a gift from you, caught the light and added a touch of warmth to his ensemble. Despite the close personal relationship you once shared, which you both had to halt due to professional boundaries, he now maintained a more rigid distance. Your conversations were strictly professional, limited to work-related topics and scheduling his numerous meetings.
Working for Michael is far more demanding than it appears from the outside. His schedule is a whirlwind of appointments and engagements, leaving him little time for rest. The dinner table was a hub of lively conversation, with Michael effortlessly engaging with various influential guests, showcasing his social prowess and the respect he commands.
You discreetly adjusted the straps of your off-the-shoulder black sequined dress, a choice that made you feel elegant and confident for the evening. Michael noticed your subtle movement but quickly returned his attention to another discussion, a reminder of the awkwardness that had settled between you. Throughout the night, many of the other guests assumed you were a couple due to Michael's occasional, almost instinctive, gestures of familiarity. However, both of you swiftly denied any romantic involvement whenever it was suggested.
"Do you have a pen?" Michael's voice cut through the ambient noise, drawing your attention.
You met his gaze, his eyes shielded by Ray-Bans. "I put one in your blazer pocket before we left," you replied, your tone efficient.
Michael raised an eyebrow, checking the inside pocket of his blazer. He pulled out a sleek black pen and smiled. "Oh, thanks, doll," he said warmly. The nickname "doll" that he used for you in certain moments carried a bittersweet nostalgia now.
Swallowing hard, you turned your attention away, just as a striking man took the seat beside you. His dark skin glowed under the soft lighting, and his smile was both bright and inviting. His hazel eyes, warm and curious, locked onto yours. "Hi," he greeted you, his voice smooth and engaging.
"Hi," you responded, your tone unconsciously taking on a flirtatious edge.
He glanced over at Michael before speaking again. "Are you two dating? If so, I can move..."
