“A good lunch is just as essential as breakfast to a productive day,” he said.
“That’s why I ate.”
“I cannot help but wonder if you ate enough. Oh well, if you’re not hungry, you’re not hungry. Please do not hesitate to let me know if you change your mind though. There’s plenty of food for you here.”
“I won’t. Thank you, Marshall.” I smiled at him, wondering how he could eat the way he did and keep in such great shape plus keep his white shirt immaculate the entire time. He should eat naked, I thought. My thoughts of late had no sort of decorum at all. It was like my inner voice was trying to break through and tell me that I needed to ravage this man regardless of what happened afterwards. It would be worth it.
“What’s on your mind?”
“You,” I blurted. I immediately blushed, knowing that sounded rather suggestive. “I mean…um…I was wondering where we’ll be staying?”
Marshall cocked his eyebrow, and the corners of his mouth crinkled into a small smile. “I’ve gotten us two rooms at the Venetian, one of my favorite places to stay in Vegas.”
“I’ve heard it’s beautiful, but I’ve never stayed there myself,” I replied.
“Well,” Marshall said, his blue eyes staring intensely into mine. “Get used to it. We’ll be there for a few days, and I want you to be comfortable.”
* * *
Moments later, I was standing just behind Marshall as he talked to the hotel clerk, which was a good thing because I didn’t want Marshall to see the expression I had on my face. The clerk informed him that they’d overbooked and the two rooms were no longer available, but they’d given him the VIP suite—one room, which we could share. Could I stay in the same room with him and not be tempted to explore more than legal documents? I wasn’t so sure.
Marshall turned to me, looking at me with a whimsical expression. “Ms. Rowland, will you be comfortable sharing quarters with me? The suite is rather spacious—no closed quarters.”
That sounded like a challenge. “We’ll just make it work,” I replied. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of showing him that I was the least bit nervous, despite my stomach doing flips inside of me.
We went to the elevators and once inside, placed a card in the slot, showing that we were going up to a level that was not for a majority of the guests. It made me feel like I was a famous person. For some reason, I kept thinking of the more intimate side of Marshall, the one that he’d shown me last night when he fed me, and that made me forget that he was a guy who was larger than life to a great many people. To me, he was just the guy that I had internal debates about in regards to wanting to have a sexual tryst with him or just remain business associates. At that moment, I didn’t have too much faith that I’d be able to even mutter a weak “no” if he made a move on me. Hopefully my confused state of mind about wanting him and not wanting him, wasn’t visible to the man himself, who seemed to read my mind so easily.
Marshall opened up the door to the suite and my jaw dropped. I’d never seen anything like it and it was absolutely amazing. The walls were a light golden tone with huge windows that overlooked the Vegas strip and provided a view of downtown Vegas in the distance too. I walked over to the window and looked down, seeing people on the sidewalks below who looked so tiny you could barely make out any details about them.
I realized that I was staring out the window and afraid to even turn around. I sensed that Marshall was behind me and my mind immediately jumped to conclusions that he was already making a move. What was I going to do? Should I? Could I handle it? The questions didn’t stop.
“It is a rather lovely view, isn’t it, Becca?”
“Sure is.”
“Would you like to see our bedroom?”
I gulped. I knew I might as well get it over with. After all, we were going to have seven nights of sharing that room together coming up. “Sure. It can’t be much more spectacular than this casual area though.”
“We shall see,” Marshall said, pressing his hand on my lower back. It sent a jolt through me that made my toes tingle and the hairs on my arm stand on end. In other words, it was arousing despite being a simple gesture on his part. I wondered if he knew that his touch did that? If he did he was certainly at no shortage of power for getting women to succumb to his will because I was about ready to turn around and pounce on him.
The bedroom was equally impressive to the casual area of the suite, showing a giant king sized bed lined with cream and golden sheets and blankets. I leaned over to touch them, and felt how they were so soft to the touch. I knew they were Egyptian cotton and I bet they were at least 1500 thread count. I ran my hands over them, wanting to put my cheeks to it to rub against. I just may have to set up my work station in that bed for this entire week and camp out there.
I’d paused at the bed, not really sure what to say. I was in awe and while I’d had a fairly privileged childhood, I’d never stayed in a place like this. My dad was more practical and that had rubbed off on me to a certain extent. Marshall grabbed my hand and said, “Here, I’ll show you the bathroom.”
The bathroom was equally wow! There were two showers next to each other, his and hers I guessed, but they were made of glass so there would never be a way to take a shower in privacy if more than one person was in the suite. I guessed friends didn’t stay in the VIP suite. Images of Marshall walking out to greet me just yesterday with that towel wrapped loosely around his waist flooded my thoughts. I hoped I’d get to see that again because the pure sexiness of that towel wrapped so loosely, appearing like it was about to fall off, was tempting; especially since I knew what a humongous package he had underneath it.
I knew I was acting peculiarly odd and I had to snap out of it. I turned to Marshall. “This suite is absolutely stunning. I’ve never seen anything quite so amazing and beautiful.”
“It looks better with you in it,” Marshall said. I blushed a bit at the compliment, but thanked him.
There was a knock on the door and a voice called out that it was the porter with the luggage. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was not easy to be alone with a man like Marshall. In fact, it was too tempting. There was only one other man who’d ever tempted me that way and it was Brandon, but he’d never evoked emotional responses in me the way Marshall did and we hadn’t even done anything—technically. I couldn’t lie that he’d been on my mind in some very delightfully compromising positions the past few days. A vivid sexual daydream was rather easy to have when you knew what every muscular curve of a man looked like from his strong broad shoulders down to his enormous engorged member. Calm down…you’re overheating.