I am beyond thrilled with how my day is turning out, I can’t help it! The fact he bought me here is enough to keep a smile on my face for most all of the time I’ve been here. Like his home this place is unexpectedly beautiful as well, nothing in the entrance alludes to this being a famous rappers studio. It’s all wooden and beautifully angled, the wood gives it a lovely polished natural scent too. He shocks me and has me in awe of him every time he shows me something new about himself. Its elegant and classy.
Ignoring Marshalls new found habit of small talk and as he chatters about really random things in between taking bites of this amazing seafood platter that arrived a short time ago, I can’t help staring around the small courtyard we’re eating in, surely it’s not normally covered in sweet twinkly lights and flowers that make it smell like summer still. No, I’m guessing he’s made an effort for me and it makes me feel warm and fuzzy from the tips of my toes to the very top of my head, I’m feeling something and it makes me feel amazing inside, I decide for today not to push it away, to let myself keep feeling this way and it settles nicely in my belly.
“Hey, you listening to me?” he sounds incredulous that my attention was not solely focused on him for a moment.
“Sorry, I wasn’t! I’m too busy taking in your handiwork here” I motion all around me and to my surprise he blushes deeply and just shrugs his shoulders before mumbling something I don’t catch before he shovels more fish in his mouth.
“You’re cute when you blush and how come you can’t handle a compliment Mr Shady?” I’m teasing him and I know a year in, how much he hates being called cute. The sound of his fork clattering nosily on his plate and the curse words under his breath confirm it for me.
“Woman, please for the love of fuck, never call me cute in front of anybody else” his anguish at possible public humiliation is funny and of course my response is to laugh.
When I manage to get it together “Seriously Marshall, I love all of this… thank you and as a reward for wearing white, I’ll tell you all about my flute playing later” his eyebrows quirk upwards quickly, “I’ma hold you to that”
“C’mon eat up, we’ve still got a tour to continue”
I’m not leaving a scrap of this delicious food behind so I shut my mouth and get to eating, thinking about his earlier statement about his stamina and thinking I need to fuel mine up for whatever he’s got planned.
“So this is my office” he leads me into another large room, large leather couch along one wall, a huge flat screen TV behind a desk strewn with all kinds of crap and in front of the desk a running machine, which he climbs up on and starts a little jog, showing off as I approach the wall behind the door with about fifty boxes of sneakers piled high, they’ve all been open and rummaged through and there’s a shit ton of baseball caps on the floor next to him.
“You’re an animal Marshall” I exclaim looking at the disarray which is really weird because nowhere else that is his is this messy.
“It’s not me, the guys use this room more than I do, most I do in here is run or sleep” he motions to the couch behind him.
“So have you fucked anyone in here before?” he halts on the running machine, sliding to the end with the continuing motion and falling off before he can stop it, he looks embarrassed but I’m not stupid I know he’s probably fucked women all over this building but his unnecessary reaction would have told me the answer if I didn’t already know. I was half joking, trying to poke the bear I guess, not that he’s rising to my bait by the looks of it.
He grabs me by the hand and pulls me out of his office towards the back of the building “I need to show you something else, I saved the best till last!” and he opens the door into what could pass essentially for a boys play room, it looks like a converted garage, there’s bikes hung on the wall, a basketball hoop and the free walls are lined with arcade games machines.
