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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.
    “Well, as much as I’d like to stay and entertain you I must be off to the convention and make sure my marketing team is setting everything up for Foothill Studios the way I’ve ordered it to be,” Marshall said.
    “Sounds good. I’ll get right to work so I can give you an update when you get back later tonight.”
    “I might be very long. Don’t wait up if you get tired. You have plenty of time to work…and whatnot.”
    I didn’t know what the whatnot was, but I was definitely intrigued.

Chapter 8
    The table in the casual area of the suite easily fit my lap top and all the documents that were brought along for me to review. I am not sure why they were not scanned and in a folder that could be viewed online, but such wasn’t the case. People had always said that Hugh Henley had been quirky and marched to a different beat so it must have been him. Marshall was organized, efficient, and made the most out of his time. It was easy to tell that.
    After about six hours of working diligently on everything in front of me, I was interrupted by a knock on the door, saying that room service had arrived. It was a pleasant surprise and one that reminded me that I was indeed hungry. I looked over at the clock and it was 6 p.m.
    I opened the door and there was a man with a cart that contained a vase of beautiful flowers, a bottle of red wine, and several plates of food. It smelled fantastic and the way it wafted into the room made me instantly hungry.
    The room service attendant whose name tag stated Anthony, began to tell me what I was going to be enjoying that evening. I would be drinking a Harmonique 2002 Pinot Noir, which was the perfect accompaniment to the grilled fresh water salmon, homemade bread loaf with dill and herb whipped butter, plus the mixed vegetable blend. For desert, there was a platter of chocolate covered strawberries; each hand dipped