“Good, now come over here, Miss Rowland.”
“Becca please.” I realized that my voice was very low, almost demure as I talked to him.
“Submissive tone…interesting. I wouldn’t think attorneys would have that, or friends of Sophia and Mandi either.”
I walked over to Marshall, fully aware that he was still naked. I was mesmerized when I looked into his beautiful blue eyes, but I was really intrigued when I looked at his gigantic cock. Maybe it was in an effort to be eccentric or to get the upper hand, but I couldn’t help but be amused when Marshall slid on a crisp white linen shirt, but left his pants off.
Without realizing I did it, I stuck out my tongue and licked my lips again, lingering longer at the corners of my lips while I kept staring at his cock. It was like a sculpture at a museum—beautiful and perfect. He was a marble statue come alive. I’ve never seen a more perfect male body.
“Hungry?”
I would have shouted out yes to his bold question if I could talk. What I wanted to do more than anything at that moment was get down on my knees and put that cock into my mouth and see what it felt like as I moved my mouth up and down it, making Marshall Kent groan from the pleasure of my attention. “Yes, I’m hungry,” I finally said, snapping myself out of the highly arousing daydream I’d just lived out.
“Excellent, me too. Let’s go get a bite to eat. I just have to get dressed first.” He slowly buttoned up his shirt, making me groan inwardly. Why couldn’t he keep his shirt open? Better yet, why couldn’t he keep his shirt off?
“Sounds great.” I decided that I’d already been embarrassed enough so there was no need to turn away as Marshall put on his boxers and gray slacks, followed by a matching sports jacket.
A minute later Marshall reached my arm, telling me to come. “We can conduct your interview over lunch. Not in here.”
“Why not?” I asked. Why did you ask that? If you stay in this room you know what you’ll want and there’ll be no stopping you if he wants it too.
“Because this is my personal space while I’m in California. For this interview I think that it’s best for me to be in a place that’s a bit less intimate.”
“I understand,” I said. I should have been relieved, but that wasn’t the case. My imagination was on overdrive.
Marshall nodded, looking me over from top to bottom. It was so obvious and bold, not that I should be shocked by that. I had always tried dressing flattering; finding clothes that were professional yet showed off my physique that I worked so hard to keep. One look from those intense blue eyes told me that I’d made a great choice when I chose the red lizard skinned pumps, gray pencil skirt, red cami, and short matching jacket that morning. I wish he’d stop looking at me that way. I’m getting so hot and bothered that I am nearly ready to star in a porno of my own with him as the co-star.
As an afterthought, Marshall said, “If you understand what I want to begin with, Miss Rowland, I believe you’ll find yourself quite satisfied.”
“I think I’ll be able to figure it out,” I said boldly, figuring that I had to up my innuendos and business savvy to keep up with this guy.
We went into Marshall’s car, a black Bentley GT Coupe, and made our way across the street from the studio to a restaurant that looked similar to a steak house. I couldn’t believe how amazing the soft leather felt on the back of my legs as I sat down into the seat.
Once at the restaurant, it was clear that everyone at the restaurant recognized Marshall and was willing to bend over backwards to serve him. It started with the maître de and ended with the waitress who didn’t bother to hide the lust in her eyes as she asked what Marshall wanted. I smiled as I thought that it was very easy to see what she wanted.
Watching the people walk by Marshall was almost comical to me at first, just before we started to talk business. It was clear everyone wanted something from him and you could see it in their eyes. Men and women both seemed enamored with him sexually and as a means in using the Marshall Kent avenue to become the next big thing on the silver screen. He was hot and in demand…not only because of his intense sexual presence, but because of the power he radiated from being one of the most powerful men in front of the screen and behind.
As far as I was concerned, even if I didn’t see him in his full-blown glory, giving one of the sexiest actresses an earth-shattering orgasm, I would be intoxicated by his beautiful face, his blue eyes, and full sensual lips itself. This man was sex on legs, and if I’m not careful, I would not be able to stay professional with him, which I could not afford, as a new attorney.
Chapter 3
I’ve always been a master interviewer, considering it one of my best skills ever since I had landed my first job when I was sixteen. I was confident, ready to share my experiences, and give the pitch of a lifetime as to why Marshall Kent should do business with Rowland Law Practice. I looked at him and he was staring back at me, relaxed and content, with those intense blue eyes looking like he was in the middle of some practical joke. What was going on? Finally after some intense scrutiny he talked. “So, why are you here?”
“I’m here to tell you more about the services that my firm offers. I’m sure you’ll gain confidence that we are best equipped to handle the services you require,” I said, taking my pause at just the right moment. Marshall stared at me, not responding immediately. I began to get uncomfortable as I waited for a reply…anything to show that I hadn’t lost him on the first question.
Marshall cocked his head to one side. “What kind of services, Ms. Rowland?”
“Whatever services you may need,” I replied. I instantly blushed, realizing the innuendo that came with that reply and added, “Legal services that is. You see, Mr. Kent, my father has many years of legal expertise in contract laws, negotiations, and tax structure, plus an associate who is highly skilled in entertainment law. We have the ability to fit all your needs…legal needs.”
I paused, waiting for a reply like a normal person would. There was no reply again. Instead Mr. Kent reached over to grab his glass of iced tea, swirling it around incessantly as if to mix it up, and then taking a drink. Okay fine, he’s thirsty. With a wetted whistle there were still no words that came from his utterly sexy plump lips. He kept staring at me the entire time and honestly, it began to unnerve me on more levels than I wanted to show. If I could have walked away from him at that moment or excused myself I would have.