Movie Merger (Bad Boys Billionaire Bachelors Club #2) (7 page)

For the first time that I could recall, Marshall let out a carefree and happy laugh. It sounded magnificent and I hoped that I could get him to do that more often. He had such a serious life and deserved to be more relaxed on occasion. He worked so hard, after all.

“Well, I’m not sure when I’ll be back around today. Since I’m running late I didn’t even get the breakfast order yet, but I’ll do that right now. I’ll probably have to grab something when I get to my meeting.”

“Hopefully it’s good. Nobody can eat a bigger breakfast than you, Marshall.”

“Yes, I do like to ensure I have enough energy for whatever my day brings me,” he said, winking at me. I felt like a piece of ice melting in the hot noon sun—just a puddle of mush from his look.

Twenty minutes later, Marshall was gone and I took a quick shower and then got to work. I was eager to uncover as much information as I could as quickly as I could. Time was ticking away on this merger’s deadline and if Marshall was going to back out of it without repercussions he needed to have a lot of reasons to do so. That would save him both time and money from expensive legal battles, a certain last measure if there was the right motive.

Again, the time flew by as I went further and further into my work.

I’d been in the middle of reading through some financial statements for Silver Fern Productions when I was startled by the door to the hotel room opening up. I looked up and saw Marshall standing there, holding a big box. It was only about 11:30, which was pretty early for him to be back from his morning meetings.

“Hi, something cancel?” I asked.

“Just a little change of plans,” Marshall said. He was grinning madly, definitely showing that he was up to something in which he was taking absolute delight in. “Follow me,” he added. He walked into the bedroom and I followed without bothering to ask why.

Marshall set the box down on the bed and started taking off his business suit. He was so reassured as he changed in front of me, not at all shy about stripping down in front of people. He took off his jacket, then his tie, and his white shirt until he was bare. He had a smoking hot body that practically screamed out to me to touch it…here, there, and everywhere! I was leaning against the door of the bedroom and realized that I was staring at him contently. While my inner voice told me I should be embarrassed, I really wasn’t at all. Marshall was just in his boxer’s now and I hoped those would be coming off next. I hadn’t forgotten about that beautifully endowed cock he sported under them. My stare must have aroused him slightly because I could tell he was hard. Could this be the moment I had been waiting for?

Still in just his boxers, Marshall asked me to come over to the bed and open the box up. I eagerly went over, curious as to what was in it. I unwrapped the large black ribbon and bow on the thick white box and opened it up. I looked down and my jaw dropped. It was a slinky red dress and I lifted it out of the box. It was completely gorgeous and sexy… the type of dress that was meant to be deliciously slipped off at the end of the night. I was instantly aroused by the idea of feeling it going on my body and off it at a later time.

“Marshall, it’s beautiful. Thank you so much,” I said, not sure if I should give him the big hug I longed to.

“I’m glad. Please try it on.”

“Now?” I asked. Marshall nodded his head yes and I smiled. I slowly took off my t-shirt and yoga pants that I’d put on that morning and flung them to the side. Then I smiled at Marshall as he stared at me, his eyes drinking me in. I stood in front of Marshall, wearing only my black lace bra and thong panties. I could tell that my curves were appealing to Marshall as his eyes looked as hungry as mine had just moments before. He didn’t say a word for a bit, but just kept staring at me from head to toe, showing that he appreciated what was before him. It felt so erotic to me and so good to be ogled and desired that way from those piercing blue eyes.

“May I dress you?” Marshall asked.

“I’d like that very much,” I replied. I stood there and Marshall took the slinky red dress and unzipped the back of it. He told me to step into it and he slowly slid it up my body. The combination of the silky fabric with his sensual touch sent shivers up my body as he slowly slid it on. His hands grazed across my breasts as I slid my arms into the dress and tilted my head forward, lifting my hair up with my hands. Marshall’s hands slowly traveled around my waist and then to the back of the dress, where the zipper was. He slowly zipped it up, giving me a gentle kiss on the nape of my neck when he was done. I seriously thought I was going to fall over. It had felt so incredibly hot.

“What now?” I asked, barely able to talk out loud.

“We are going to go out and celebrate today. I want to celebrate what you’ve discovered for me and also show you off in that dress. You really look most exquisite and delicious in it,” Marshall replied.

I turned around and looked at him. His eyes were still smoldering and I made sure he saw that I was giving him the green light to do whatever he wanted with me. “So, I know I’m wearing this,” I began. “Are you just wearing your boxer’s out, not that I’d complain.”

“I think I’d better put a bit more on,” Marshall teased back. “Even my money cannot get me into the places I want to take you, in just my boxers. I think you’ll be most excited and surprised by our evening too.”

“What do you have planned?”

“You’ll just have to see. There’s no need to take the spirit out of the adventure, is there?”

“No need at all. Just give me a few minutes to touch up my hair and make-up.”

Marshall began to get dressed while I went and added a little more make-up. I walked back out to find him wearing a pair of dark jeans that made me want to bite his buns and a black fitted t-shirt that showed every ripple of every muscle on his entire chest and back. He was so unbelievably hot that it practically took my breath away.

Once again, Marshall caught me looking at him and unable to hide what I was thinking about. I smiled and said I was ready to go. He only replied fantastic. I could tell in an instant that he’d left that flirty and passionate side of him behind and was in a more “practical” mode once again. Oh well, I was still looking forward to my surprise, getting out of the hotel room, and being arm candy for Marshall in the sexy red dress he’d bought me. My strappy black heels were a perfect accompaniment to it too

Chapter 12

Marshall and I left the hotel room and made our way down to the lobby. The concierge came up to Marshall and told him that the limousine was waiting for him and he’d contact the driver to pull up. Marshall nodded, thanking the young man and then smiled. The concierge couldn’t take his eyes off me, and was being obvious in his staring. It had somehow been amusing to Marshall so I didn’t really mind. This was a dress that would bring attention. I’d better get used to it.

It was still early afternoon, definitely not the time to be out and about in the dress that I was wearing. It was clearly meant for the night. Marshall surprised me by taking a drive to the outskirts of town to stop at the Hoover Dam. “I wanted to you to get some sightseeing in, too,” Marshall said. “It’s a shame you came all this way to Las Vegas, and didn’t even get a chance to see anything.”

“The Hoover Dam?” I asked. I’ll admit that I never would have thought that it would be something of interest to him, but when I asked him about it he told me that it was tall, sturdy, and powerful. He liked that. After his short but apt description it made perfect sense to me why he would too. Then when we actually stopped there, and I stood there, observing all the power surging from the energy created by the dam, I knew why Marshall wanted me to see it. It was a work of wonder, and something that made me appreciate all the hard work and intricacy that went into building something with so much impact and importance.

After a silent while of standing there in my red dress and his casual going out outfit, we headed back into town.

I found out we were going to eat at an eloquent restaurant owned by Sylvain George, one of Marshall’s BBBBC friends. I was excited to go and enjoy a lovely and intimate meal with Marshall. The restaurant, Arsenis, was a Mediterranean cuisine restaurant that served everything fresh. It was so beautiful and eloquent inside too, containing both private booths with beautifully embroidered curtains that provided privacy and more open dining areas. We had a private booth that had a window on the back side of it that looked out into the desert that surrounded the entire city of Las Vegas. It was quite incredible.

Marshall asked if he could order for us and I allowed him to do so, finding that I enjoyed a man taking charge of something as simple as ordering for me once in a while. I knew I didn’t have much to worry about because he had great taste and Mediterranean food was one of my favorites. All the fresh vegetables, bright colors, and tasty seafood that was in most of it was right up my alley.

We were waiting for our wine to be delivered and nobody other than Sylvain George himself came to the table with it. Marshall introduced us, shaking hands and smiling casually with his longtime friend. I looked at him and was polite, but couldn’t help but think one of the requirements for membership to the BBBBC was that the men had to be gorgeous. I’d seriously never heard of or met one that was not an absolute dream. Sylvain’s handsome dark looks complemented Marshall’s rugged golden boy looks. Together, they were a dream to look at.

After some small talk Sylvain left, commenting that he hoped he would get to talk with us some more later on at Melé.

I didn’t want to act clueless in front of him so right when he left I turned to Marshall. “What is Melé?”

“A club that Sylvain owns. It’s a member’s only club, but quite a bit of fun. It’s a place where those of us who are always under scrutiny can let loose without having to worry about repercussions from the media, groupies, and other ilk.”

“Sounds fun. I guess I’ve made it big time, huh?” I joked, smiling widely at Marshall.

“Yes, yes you have,” Marshall answered, completely serious. He was so hard to figure out sometimes. I liked to laugh and crack jokes, apparently more often than Marshall though.

The meal didn’t disappoint. The food was scrumptious and my conversation with Marshall was tantalizing too. I was so happy to be by him that I honestly couldn’t repeat everything we talked about. All I recall is that everything seemed dreamy and suggestive, appealing to the best of all my senses. It felt like the first time that I had Marshall to myself without him being distracted by anything else. It was bliss and only ended when he said it was time to make our way to Melé. Deep down I hoped that Melé meant back at the hotel, in bed, and naked.

As the doorman opened the door for us as we pulled up to Melé, Marshall turned to me and had that mischievous grin back upon his chiseled face. “Are you ready for your surprise?”

“Yes,” I said, not realizing that the surprise was more than just the outing itself.

“Good. I think you’ll be happy with it,” Marshall replied.

We walked into the club and you could hear all the newest dance songs thumping in the background and sounds of laughter coming from behind the next set of doors. They sounded vaguely familiar to me, but I couldn’t place it. I found out as soon as I walked through the other set of doors though.

In the back corner of the club was a laughing and spunky looking blonde wearing a trendy bob—it was Sophia! I couldn’t believe it and next to her was Mandi. Wow. I hadn’t seen either of them for about a year and there they were, in Vegas, at the same time as me. Marshall leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I knew you’d be surprised; however, don’t think you are giving them all your time tonight. I want some of you too.”

I looked at Marshall and gave him a hug. “Thank you. And for the record, I’m confident that I can save a little something for you too.”

Marshall put his arm around my waist and we made our way over to Mandi and Sophia. Sophia’s brother Sergio was standing right next to Mandi, looking like a happily married newlywed, and Andre was by Sophia. They’d been dating pretty hot and heavy according to Sophia. I had met the guys a few times, but not a lot.

After our hugs, Marshall reintroduced me to his friends and we all chatted for a bit. The guys got to talking about whatever it was that they talked about and Sophia pulled me aside, ready to talk with me out of their earshot.

“So, it looks like you’re getting along with your new boss pretty well, Becca,” Sophia said. I blushed a little. She really didn’t waste time in getting to the point.

“Yes, thank you so much for the opportunity. It’s been quite the experience thus far.”

“What type of experience?” Sophia asked, opening her big blue eyes even wider.

“Educational and interesting. I…” My words were interrupted by Marshall, who’d come up with two martinis, handing one off to me.

“Here’s a drink for you. What are you in the mood to do?” Marshall asked in the most suggestive voice he could have had at that moment.

“I think I’ll get back to Andre,” Sophia said, giving me a thumbs up and hustling back to him. Her dress made her look like she was a modern day Marilyn Monroe. Nobody else would be able to pull it off with the same pizzazz either.

I turned to Marshall, smiling and raising my glass in a toast to him. He clanked it gently and I took a sip of the martini. I’d never had one before, but it was so smooth and good. I wouldn’t have imagined that a martini would be that way.

“So, as I was asking, what would you like to do?” Marshall said again.

A great song came on and I said, “Dance. Let’s dance.”

“Ask and you shall receive.” Marshall took my glass and set it down at a table and then grabbed my hand, guiding us to the dance floor.

Once on the dance floor there was no talking, just hot and suggestive eye contact followed by even more suggestive dance movements. Our bodies seemed to naturally move to the same rhythm, making every move we made tell a story of our hidden desires. After a few dances we took a break and had a few more martinis. We were sitting at a small table, so close to each other, listening to the animated conversations of Marshall’s associates, but not really paying attention. Or at least I wasn’t. I couldn’t forget the feel of his thigh pressed against mine or the gentle tease of his finger on my inner thigh.