Page 10 of Marshall: The Manny

Demi giggled when I closed my eyes. As much as I wanted to look at her beautiful body, this wasn’t about that. I wanted to take care of her—nothing more. That didn’t mean I wasn’t aroused by the thought of her undressing though. My feelings for her grew as each day passed. As hard as it was, I fought the battle of professional versus personal.

“Okay, I’m naked.”

“Mm.” I groaned, and she giggled again. Opening the robe, I held my breath as she slipped her arms inside. Once she had it on, I took a step back. “Go shower. I’ll massage your feet when you get out.”

“That’s all you’re going to massage, Marshall?”

Was she flirting with me?

Our eyes locked as she gave me a sexy smile. She walked toward the bathroom, and I was so speechless, I couldn’t even respond. The whole time she showered, I battled with if I wanted to address what she said or not. Maybe she was tired and delirious and hadn’t even realized what she’d said.

When she was done, she climbed into bed, eyes even lower as she yawned.

“How was the dinner?” I asked, taking the jojoba oil in her hand.

“It was definitely just a meeting. He ordered two drinks and we talked, which was actually fine. I didn’t want to eat with someone I didn’t know anyway.”

“Were you two able to come to an agreement?” I asked, rubbing the oil into my palms.

“Ye—mmm… oh my God, Marshall. That feels so good.”

I eyed her intently as her body relaxed in bed. The pleasure that covered her face made me wish I was touching more than just her feet. Hardening the pressure, I swallowed back my desire as she moaned again.

“Congratulations, Demi. I knew you could do it.”

“T-than—”

Her eyes fluttered as she fell asleep. I continued to massage her feet until she was in a deep sleep. Then, I pulled her sheets and comforter over her body. After giving her a forehead kiss, I snapped a picture of her sleeping peacefully, then left.

9

Demi

That Weekend

This was the first weekend I’d have off in over six months. Things had steadied enough with the app for me to feel comfortable taking time away from the office. My parents insisted on having Denver this weekend so I could really rest, even though I told them that wasn’t necessary. I agreed, though, because it would be nice to get out and have some adult fun.

As I walked into the kitchen, the sight of Marshall making breakfast made me smile. I was starting to like him more and more… and not just in a professional capacity. There was nothing professional about the thoughts and dreams I’d been having about him lately.

“Good morning, good morning,” he spoke, not even bothering to turn around and look at me.

“Good morning. Isn’t today your day off, mister?”

He chuckled. “Yes, but I kind of like making you breakfast. Plus, it’s how I’m able to make sure your ass eats.”

My eyes rolled playfully, and I smiled when he turned to face me. I thanked him as he handed me a mug of coffee.

“How do you plan to spend your day?” I asked.

“Not sure. The guys are going out this evening so I might do that. What about you?”

“I’m going to rest here. Maybe do a Black classics movie-thon.”

“Oh yeah? What’s your lineup?”

“Hmm… definitely all three movies in theRush Hourseries and theBad Boysseries. I don’t know if I’ll have time for anything else, but if I do, I’ll doFridaytoo.”

“That’s wassup. You mind if I join you?”

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