I got dressed, deciding I’d shower later and went out into the living room of the suite, where I saw that breakfast had already been delivered. Marshall didn’t skip a beat and neither did the service at the Venetian. I’m sure he was a well appreciated client there. Instantly feeling hungry, I sat down and started to sip on some orange juice and within a few minutes Marshall came out. He was still wearing a towel around his waist and I couldn’t help but hope it would fall right off of him. No such luck.
“Good morning, Becca. I trust you slept well,” Marshall said.
“I must have. I didn’t even hear you come in or feel you slide into bed. I guess all the travel, work, and that great wine that had come with my dinner caught up with me.”
“That’s good to hear. I’m glad I didn’t disturb you. Sadly, I must admit that on occasion I tend to mumble in my sleep.”
“That’s not a big deal.”
“I just don’t like it,” Marshall said. I couldn’t help but wonder why it was a big deal to him, but I shrugged it off.
“I was hoping that I could go over some information about the merger with you that I’ve discovered. Do you have some time this morning before you head off?”
“Sorry, won’t work now. Maybe later. Today is pitch day, where people set up appointments to pitch their screenplays to certain studios.”
“Hopefully you hear some good ones.”
“I sure hope so. I get so sick of that shit that’s all trend—vampire apocalypse, zombies, fairy tale retellings, etc. It’s so blasé. Even when I was an actor I always longed for something different. I’m hoping to provide those things as a studio owner to actors that I didn’t have.”
“A worthy goal. We’ll do that later then,” I said.
“Excellent. Now I must get dressed so I can be out of here in ten. I’ll make sure you’re well-tended to.”
And with that, Marshall went back into the bathroom to finish getting ready, walked back out, and then gave me a casual wave goodbye.
I sighed. I knew I was here to work, but I was eager to experience a little bit of the great view that was just outside that big glorious window. I knew that I had to get that notion out of my mind because there was still a lot to uncover and I still had a hunch that there was something very suspicious about the merger. I’d do whatever it took to protect Marshall from a bad investment at all costs. It was the right thing to do as an attorney and as a friend. Are we friends? I don’t even know what I’d call it, truth be told.
The task at hand was very hard for me to achieve that morning. I was having a hard time working and staying focused. I was so very distracted and I couldn’t deny it any longer. I was horny and needed relief. All the thoughts about sex and if I’d do it with Marshall or not if given the opportunity was driving me crazy with need. I never felt so turned on just thinking of a man. After some long minutes trying to get any work done, but not succeeding, I was desperate. I snuck away into the bathroom, deciding to take a shower and give myself some much needed relief so I could focus on the task at hand.
Standing in the glass shower, pleasuring myself was kind of a sensual experience in itself, and I closed my eyes, fantasizing about Marshall walking in on me and watching me pleasure myself. I could see the look on his face. It was one of amusement, excitement, and anticipation, like I was his own little peep show in that glass shower case. My fingers knew the exact spots to reach to give me pleasure and I pressed my back against the glass, enjoying the hot steaming water cascading down my front side as I moaned gently, giving me the sexual release that my body had been craving.
After the shower I found myself quickly getting absorbed into work again, just to be surprised by Marshall showing up with some lunch for us to eat. Apparently his days’ worth of meetings were taking place in a room he rented at the Venetian. It was a pleasant surprise and I was eager for the break so I could share some more of the information I’d been finding out about the merger.
The problem was that as soon as I started to talk about it Marshall began to cut my food and then feed me. It was an instant distraction that made my thoughts jump from talk of a business merger to thoughts of a more intimate sort of merger. I had to admit that I’d thought Marshall would have made a move by this time and it had me edgy. The more he teased me and did the little gestures that were so kind and sweet, the more I wanted him. Maybe that was his game. I wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t complain. It was working on me, and I was having a hard time fighting my overwhelming attraction to him.
I was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans today, knowing that it would be rather foolish to get all dressed up just to sit in the hotel room all day. When Marshall came to stand behind me and give me another one of his famous sensual shoulder massages I nearly slid right off my chair. It felt that amazing.
“You seem so tense, Becca. You have to make sure you take care of yourself and stretch out. It’ll help you feel better and think better,” Marshall said. I couldn’t respond because I was in bliss from his strong fingers giving me the massage.
Then Marshall’s hands traveled to the front side of my shoulders and I could feel his fingertips graze my cleavage, instantly making me get goose bumps on my skin. His touch was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. It was so soft, but it radiated such intensity that I was almost overwhelmed by it.
Much to my dismay, Marshall’s internal clock went off and he realized that it was time for him to go again. Just as easy as he’d turned on that smooth sexy side he turned it off and was all business again. I wondered what it would be like to be able to change moods and emotions that quickly. It seemed like it would be exhausting.
With another casual farewell, Marshall made his way out of the room and I began my process of unwinding from thoughts of his touch and tried to focus on work. Admittedly, it was challenging and I decided that this was the perfect time to take another shower—a cold shower that snapped me back to reality and out of my dream state.
The shower did the trick and I began to work again. Once again, Marshall showed up for a quick supper and this time he brought a stuffed animal with him. It was a white tiger, like the ones that Siegfried and Roy had at their Secret Garden and Dolphin Exhibit at the Mirage. It was so big and soft, oddly enough reminding me of the way Marshall could be. Tender and larger than life one minute, but then all instincts and power the next.
This time Marshall massaged my calves and legs, almost making me purr…it was absolutely incredible. I had never experienced anything like it and it made my senses come alive from the tips of my toes and let’s just say…further north. I’d hoped this may be it, the moment I’d been starting to long for. However, I was wrong. Once again that clock went off inside Marshall and the business side reigned supreme again. He said he’d be back later and wasn’t sure of the time.