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Chapter 2
After serious agonizing and endless debate with herself Taylor decided to go ahead and go to the after party rather than return to her spectacular hotel suite and sit there alone all night reminiscing about all of the things she could have seen. The chances of running into Justin were fairly good and she wasn’t too chummy with that idea but in the end her curiosity won out. She’d *absolutely*love* to see how the other half celebrated, partied. So she sat in the back of the posh limo fidgeting with her skirt. As curious as she was she couldn’t quite squash the nerves that were wreaking havoc with her stomach. These people were the *elite*. They were rich and famous and she was nothing more than a working class citizen. She couldn’t fight the feeling that she just didn’t belong amongst them, she didn’t fit into their world. She was extremely intimidated by it but at the same time she was remarkably fascinated. It was an interesting mix that did nothing to settle her jumpy stomach. The limo pulled up in front of some swanky nightclub and Taylor’s limbs turned to jelly. ‘Oh Lord’ she sighed looking out through the window at the flashing sign adorning the nightclub’s entrance ‘what the hell am I doing here?’ the driver had already come around and opened the door. He stood staring down at her expectantly as her nerves carried on a heated debate with her curiosity. Her curiosity ultimately won again. She got out slowly and stood on the curb staring straight ahead, completely out of her element. She was rustling up the nerve to go in ‘Come on Taylor suck it up’ she scolded herself ‘just put one foot in front of the other. What’s the worst thing that cold happen?’ Taylor took a deep breath and trudged on. She flashed the VIP badge that an MTV staffer had given her and entered the club. The club was smoky and the music that whirled out all around her was loud enough to make her teeth chatter. She stood there rooted in place for eons. She was at a complete loss...she had no idea what the hell she was supposed to do now? She couldn’t exactly *mingle* now could she? She started forward. She couldn’t stand there looking like an ass all night. She was skirting the edge of the dance floor when she caught site of Justin making some moves on a couple of unsuspecting females ‘FUCK’ she inwardly screamed. She DID NOT want to have another altercation with that asshole. She cut off to the side out of his line of vision and headed towards the bar. She hopped up onto one of those silly little swivel stools and tried her best to look nonchalant. She motioned for the bartender and ordered a drink. Maybe if she sat there inconspicuously and just watched she wouldn’t draw his attention.
~*~
“Dawg” 50 said exasperated looking over at Marshall “you listenin?”
“Huh?” Marshall said looking over at him “what?”
“Fucks witchu?” 50 laughed “you seem a bit distracted.”
“Nothin’s with me” Marshall said getting up “maybe I just don’t feel like talkin”
50 Watched Marshall walk away before turning to Proof “looks like some bitch has Marshall all flustered again.”
Marshall wandered around for a bit trying to spot his conquest. He wanted something from her and he was bound and determined to get it. What did he want from her? A good time? Some *no strings* sex? Some release? He wasn’t certain but he *knew* he wanted something. He looked around noticing all the glitz and glamour that surrounded him and sighed. He was so fuckin lonely. He loved the *fortune*, he loved the *fame but sometimes it got a bit lonely at the top. He just wanted to have some fun, do something crazy, forget *who* he was for a little bit. ‘I need a fuckin drink’ he mentally assessed and headed for the bar. That’s when he spotted her sitting at the bar and thankfully very much alone. She was rather striking but she looked nervous as hell sitting there fidgeting with the straw in her nearly empty drink. The drink he’d been thirsty for was forgotten as he hightailed it in her direction...
~*~
Taylor sat at the bar nursing her drink. It was so fascinating to watch people that she idolized kick back and let loose. She'd been sitting here watching the action for the last couple hours and she was still in a state of awe. She had almost swooned a couple times. There were so many gorgeous people packed in this place. Shit even the girls were turning her on tonight. She spotted Christina Aguilera across the room and let out a low whistle. That bitch was hot as hell. She began to wiggle in her chair. The music was infectious and she itched to get up and dance but she felt awkward, out of place. The nervousness she had been feeling when she first arrived had dissipated but she still felt like a nobody amongst the somebody's so to speak. She sipped the last of her drink and had just motioned to the bartender for another when she felt a pair of lips brush the nape of her neck. Her skin puckered and chills ran up her spine. She had *no idea* who was standing behind her but whoever it was had seriously soft lips. Sensual was the word that came to mind as the owner of those soft lips trailed their tongue up her neck and over the sensitive skin of her earlobe. She couldn’t stop the tiny whimper that escaped from her lips as her stomach flip flopped. Good Lord she thought as heat gathered between her legs. She grabbed hold of the bar and swung her chair around to face her tempter. She gasped as she found her staring into the most magnificent pair of blue eyes. They sparkled in the dim light. They Mystified her. They Fascinated her.
"Hey" Marshall smiled. “Taylor, right?”
"Yeah" she casually smiled back. ‘Play it cool Taylor' she lectured herself ‘Just play it cool'
"I've been watching you, Taylor" he fibbed leaning in so that his mouth lingered mere inches from hers.
"Yeah?" she tossed back a bit breathlessly.
"Yeah" he retorted a slow smile spreading across his sexy lips.
"So?" she questioned with a sexy little arch of her brow.
"So, what?" he asked trailing his tongue slowly across his lips. Her heart about burst from her chest.
"You like what you see?" she asked sounding much more confident than she actually felt. In reality she was a puddle of mush inside. Completely out of her element and in deep fucking water. ‘He is flirting with me...*EMINEM* is fucking flirting WITH ME....OH FUCK’
"I think I do" he answered and took that soft sensual tongue he'd been teasing her with and ran it across her bottom lip.
"Fuck" she whimpered. Her legs involuntarily spread and he worked his way in between her trembling thighs.
"Later" he whispered running his hands over her shapely hips and back around to grasp her ass "but right now I wanna dance, with you"
It was all a blur as he led her out onto the dance floor. He stopped and stood in front of her pulling her lower body tight against his. The music was loud and the beat began to invade her mind. She slowly started to move against him. She could hear the music...Usher screamed *Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeeaahh* She could feel the beat but her mind was all fuzzy. She felt his dick hard and ready pressed up against her and it made her weak in the knees. It may be cheap and he'd probably hate her for it but right now she could give a fuck less. She was so sexually stimulated that if he wanted to throw her to the floor and fuck her right here in the middle of the dance floor she'd let him. She looked up into his eyes and it was like he'd read her mind. He gave her a sexy little wink before dipping his head down and imprisoning her lips. The kiss was potent. It left her lightheaded. His tongue snaked in her mouth and fought with hers expertly. She let out a ragged moan as his leg slipped in between her thighs and lifted up to rub against her pulsing sex.
"You like that?" he teased as his leg continued to rub against her.
Her heart tripped. Her mind was hazy. Her whole body thrummed. She couldn't speak. She'd gone mute again so she answered him by pulling his mouth to hers again. The kiss was wild edging on the side of brutal. He reached his hands behind her firmly placing them on her ass and jerking her body against him increasing the pressure of his leg against sex.
"Oh Fuck" she groaned and her body tensed. She dropped her head against his chest and clung tightly as an orgasm tore through her.
"Don't fight it" he whispered against her hair "just let go, it's ok baby."
She couldn't stop the shutters that assaulted her body. "Never, I've never.." she whispered against his chest but he stopped her.
"Shhhh" he whispered lifting her face so their eyes met “I want you”
She knew he wanted her. She could feel his erection pressed up against her thigh, see the desire clouding those magnificently poignant eyes, hear it in the tone of his voice but to actually hear him say it, to have those words *I want you* pass through those sexy lips of his left her mind reeling.
“You still with me?” he asked looking down at her.
“What?” she uttered breathlessly.
“I want you” he said again taking a hand and pulling her chin up “here, now.”
“Here?” she asked confused “now?”
“Yes, here” he whispered dipping his head and placing it next to her ear “RIGHT NOW”
“Bu...but we can’t..there’s no way..it’s not possi...”
“We can and we will” he said confidently reaching around to grasp her ass and lift her off her feet.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and stared into his eyes. She had no idea what he was intending to do or how he intended to do what it was that he wanted. It just didn’t seem possible. She was wearing a long skirt that was mid thigh in the front but flared out and hung to the floor in the back. She felt his hand slide underneath her skirt and brush her ass before sliding underneath her and pushing her panties aside. She gasped when she felt his fingers graze her tight heat. He leaned forward and took possession of her lips as he inserted two fingers into her wet entrance.
“Mmmmm nice and wet” he whispered against her lips.
She was not capable of uttering words at the moment so she just clung tight to him grasping his shoulders for support. She felt his fingers withdraw from her and rustle around underneath their bodies.
She groaned and her whole body shuttered when she felt him slide up inside of her “Oh God” she whimpered burying her head in his neck “Fuck”
He was in complete control. He had a hold of her from behind and began to piston her hips slowly so that he slid in and out of her. Their position applied an adequate amount of pressure to her clit sending a tingling sensation radiating through her body.
“You feel good wrapped around me” he whispered choppily in her ear increasing the speed of her hips.
“MMMMM HMMMM” she moaned against his neck. The feel of him nestled tightly inside of her and the friction of their bodies rubbing together was going to be her undoing.
“Gonna cum” he panted in her ear.
She felt his arms tense as he exploded inside of her and it pushed her past any point of reason. She came hard while his dick jerked inside of her. He held her there for a minute still buried inside of her while they both caught their breath. She felt him withdraw from her and work his pants back up. The sensation of his pants rubbing against her exposed clit while he pulled them up caused her to shutter. He carefully pulled her panties back over her feminine area and let her slide down his body until she was standing in front of him on shaky legs.
He stood there studying her for a few minutes. If he was smart he would say goodbye and walk away but he was never *really* smart when it came to these things. It had felt good being buried inside of her and he wanted to be there again. “You wanna get outta here?”
“Yeah” she whispered still a bit shaken. She was in a state of shock over what had just occurred in the middle of a dance floor surrounded by people. Famous people none the less.
He grabbed her hand and led her outside. He motioned for the valet to bring his ride around. “Where are you staying?”
“Crowne Plaza” she replied.
“Aight” he smiled as the limo pulled up. He whispered something to the driver before sliding in across from her. He hit the button for the privacy screen and it soundlessly slid up. “You ever fucked in a limo?” He asked staring at her. She shook her head no and he motioned her over with the crook of his finger “come here.” he said pulling her to him.
She climbed up into his lap, straddling his legs. Her heart rate sped up, he was hard *again*. She wiggled a bit pushing herself against him and he groaned pulling her mouth to his for a hungry kiss.
“You’re insatiable” she whispered against his lips.
“And you’re fucking gorgeous” he replied burying his hands in her thick mane of hair.
He lifted her skirt and started sliding her panties down over her hips. She stood up in the back of the limo letting her panties fall down around her ankles. She kicked them away and reach for his pants pushing them down.
She stared down at his bulging desire “No, I believe that you’re the one who’s fucking gorgeous” she replied climbing back onto his lap.
She could feel the head of his dick pressing at her entrance and it was driving her crazy. He brought his hands up to knead her breasts and she moaned sinking down and taking him fully into her.
“Fuck baby, you feel so good” he whispered closing his eyes and leaning his head against the back of the seat.
She began to move and he slid in and out of her as she rode him hard. Any inhibitions she’d had when she got into the limo were long gone. She rode him hard. She road him fast. She rode him until he came screaming her name.
The limo pulled up in front of the Crowne Plaza and came to a halt. They hopped out and hit the elevator. They barely made it back to her suite before tearing into each other again. They did wicked unimaginable things to each other. They sucked and fucked from the living room to the bedroom to the shower. Anywhere. Everywhere. All night long until they both fell into slumber fully sated and completely exhausted.
Taylor sat up in bed the next morning completely naked and aching in muscles she didn’t realize she had. She looked to the left side of the bed and found it empty. She got up and reached for the robe laying across a chair in the master suite. She tied the robe around her waist and ventured out into the main room. It was empty. He was gone. No note. Nothing. Sometime last night while he was deep inside of her she had wondered how it would play out in the morning. This was the logical way but it still hurt...
Chapter 3
Taylor was in a fussy mood. She’d been snapping heads off right and left for days. Her employees were all on the verge of going on strike if she didn’t tone it down soon. What she needed was some solitude. A good old fashioned dose of alone time to soothe her frazzled nerves. She’d come back from NY down in the dumps and had walked around surly for weeks. She’d finally managed to pull herself out of the slump and the work that had gotten back logged while she’d moped around in her own personal pity party had hit her like a ton of bricks. She’d been busting her ass for practically 4 weeks straight to catch up. She wanted to kick herself for getting so behind in the first place. She was an independent business woman dammit. She had worked her fingers to the bone to get where she was today and no man and she meant NO MAN was going to jeopardize something that had taken massive amounts of blood, sweat and tears to achieve. She cursed up a streak as thoughts of him slyly crept into her mind against her will....Don’t go there, Taylor she berated herself. It was freaky how sometimes she swore to anything holy that she could still feel his hands scorching her as they trailed over her flesh. It had been one intensely sexual, utterly erotic roller coaster ride and she was having a hard time putting it aside and moving on. Was it because of who he was? Was it because he was famous and that fascinated her? Was it because of the money? Or Was it *simply* the *MAN*? She could pretty much rule out the money aspect....she had plenty of her own...she didn’t have near the amount that he had in the bank but her account balance was nothing to turn your nose up at...it wasn’t his fame really because even though the life he led fascinated her, she had never quite been able to imagine herself a part of that kind of lifestyle. Even with her own little fortune she had felt vastly out of place in his world...was it because he was EMINEM...maybe in some small way that had something to do with it?? His music was the closest thing to orgasmic she could find...God, the way he put syllables together to form the words that he spit was amazing but it was more than that...so that left her with *the man*...but in reality she didn’t really know *the man*. She had gotten a minute taste of what was hidden behind the exterior that he showed to the world and that small sip was tempting her to seek out what else was hidden there. She shook her head, this pointless game she was playing with herself certainly wasn’t helping her. She needed to quit imaging all the what if’s and could have been’s and live in reality, her reality...
“I’m outta here” she said looking over at Morgan, her best friend and most valued employee.
“You taking a few days off Tay?” Morgan asked. She was concerned about her friend. Taylor had been working herself too death these last few weeks and it was beginning to show.
“Yeah, I think so” she smiled “you gonna be ok without me here?”
“Yep” Morgan smiled “you go take care of you, ok?”
“Thanks” she said walking over to wrap Morgan in a big hug “I love you girl, you know that?”
“I love you too Tay” Morgan said hugging her tighter “now go on, get outta here and relax!!! That’s an ORDER”
“I will” she sighed releasing Morgan “if you need me, please call.”
“You got it” Morgan smiled “NOW GET!!”
Taylor laughed. She gathered up her purse and hit the door. She was going home to veg out and get away from life for a few days.
~*~
What the fuck is it about this chick that won’t leave me the fuck alone? Marshall silently asked himself. He’d been pacing the floor of his multi-million dollar home for the last hour trying to pin point the answer to that annoying question. Was it because she was a good fuck? Scratch good Marshall mentally reiterated...she was beyond that, more like an amazing fuck...Get back to the matter at hand, asswipe Marshall scolded himself. It couldn’t be that...he’d had other women that were equally as good in bed....so what the fuck was it that made him want to seek her out? He had no fucking clue and he didn’t think the answer was going to be an easy one but there was something about her that beckoned him to find her...
He picked up the phone and started dialing “Paul” he barked when Paul answered “I need a favor”
“What now?” Paul sighed. When Marshall had that insistent tone in his voice it usually wasn’t a *good thing*
“That chick the one who won the MTV award thing” he said “you remember that?”
“The date thing they ran?” Paul asked scratching his head. What the hell is he up to? Paul wondered idly.
“Yeah” he said.
“Ok, I remember” Paul said cautiously “what about it?”
“I need to find that chick” he stated matter of factly in that don’t ask me any questions, just do it tone.
“Why?” Paul asked just for the hell of it. He didn’t really expect and answer.
“I don’t got time to explain this shit to you” he said agitated “just find her”
“Marsha...”
“JUST FIND HER” Marshall bit out and slammed the phone down.
While he was waiting for Paul to call back Marshall paced back and forth until he made himself dizzy. After an hour he was nauseous, had an intense headache brewing and he’d had enough of this waiting shit. He stormed across the room and reached for the phone just as the fucking thing began to ring. He yanked the damn phone off the hook and put it to his ear “It’s about fucking time” Marshall said in his surliest voice.
“Patience is a virtue that you will someday learn” Paul said sarcastically “I hope and pray *everyday*”
“Ha Ha..you’re a fucking riot” he tossed back “now where is she?”
“I don’t know?” Paul said sighing. He knew that Marshall wasn’t going to like this turn of events but there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” he practically screamed into the phone.
“They won’t tell me” Paul said in his no nonsense tone “it would infringe upon her personal privacy and all that”
“Infringe upon her personal privacy?” he repeated incredulously “you’ve got to be shitting me?”
“Does it sound like I’m shitting you?” Paul asked. A surly tone of his own working it’s way into his voice.
“Well that’s bullshit” he stated indignantly.
“No, actually it isn’t” Paul stated “she has a right to her privacy Marshall, just like you do.”
“Whatever” he said brushing off Paul’s last words as insignificant “I’ll find her myself”
He slammed the phone down and commenced with his pacing. He’d just have to call MTV himself dammit. He should have done that to begin with because God knows if you want something done right, you gotta do it your damn self. He turned storming out of room. He walked into his home office and searched around for his phone book where is the fucking thing he seethed knocking papers and other useless paraphernalia to the floor “A HA” he yelled triumphantly as his hands landed on the object of his desire. He rapidly flipped through the pages until he landed on the one he was looking for. He picked up the phone on his desk and dialed the digits that would put him in contact with the big wigs at MTV. After an hour of intense debating he slammed the phone down. Those self-righteous bastard’s he rallied how dare they? He was flaring I’m famous for fuck’s sake and what does that get me? Not a damn thing!! he thought sourly. He kicked the side of his desk and grimaced as the pain shot through his foot fucking fantastic he snarled limping out of his office. There had to be a way to find her...there had to be...he was halfway to the family room when inspiration struck. He turned around and headed back to his office...
~*~
This is heaven Taylor moaned sinking lower into the frothy bubbles that cascaded around her naked form. The roman tub was full of thick, fragrant bubbles and they danced all around her, tickling her sensitive flesh. It was such a good tickle. She hadn’t done this in so long and it felt so good to just lay here steeped in hot, bubbly water. Tons of tiny candles flickered around her. Their aroma floating through the air to mingle with the scent of her bubble bath why don’t I do this more often she sighed. The tension headache that had been building behind her eyes for days slowly started to ebb and her sore muscles began too loosen. Her tired eyes drifted closed and all the tension left her body. Marshall entered her mind slowly and though she knew it would be wise to fight it she didn’t bother, it felt good to think about the things he’d made her feel. Her hand slowly crept between her slightly parted thighs cupping her sex and she moaned pushing her thighs tightly together. She gently slipped her middle finger inside her throbbing entrance and ran her thumb lightly over her clit. She could feel the memory of him on her, in her assaulting her mind and it was wildly intoxicating. Her body began to tense and her thumb sped up thrumming her clit with intensity until her body shuttered from the force of her orgasm. She leaned her head back against the side of the tub straining to catch her breath. Every time she thought of his potent fingers dancing along her ripe skin her body set fire. She laid there until the water turned cool before getting out and toweling off. She slipped on her satin pajamas and tiredly climbed into bed. She was planning on sleeping like the dead. Nothing in the world was going to pull her out of bed until she was good and ready. With that thought in mind she lowered her lids and tumbled into sleep.
~*~
Marshall pulled up in front of her house and gawked. Well I hadn’t expected this he thought to himself as he stared up at her sprawling...estate was the best word he could find to describe it. It wasn’t as big as his, not by any stretch of the imagination but it was certainly a lot more than he had expected. He turned around when he heard the camera man call his name and trotted over to the back of the van where Mike was busy pulling the recording equipment out..
“Can’t we warn her first?” he asked feeling a bit uncomfortable. He wasn’t quite sure how she was going to react to this but it was the only way he could get them to agree to tell him where she lived.
“Nah” Mike, the camera man mumbled “they want her first reaction recorded.
“Oh” he sighed. He’d been afraid of that.
“You ready?” Mike asked hiking the video camera up on his shoulder.
“It’s 7a.m. dawg” he gawked “don’t you think we should wait a bit?”
“Nah” Mike mumbled ambling towards her front door “the earlier the better”
“So you say” he mumbled under his breath.
“What’d you say” Mike asked turning around to look at Marshall.
“Nothin” he said taking a deep breath “come on then. Let’s get this show on the road.”
Marshall knocked on the door and stood back praying. She was probably going to be pissed. It was 7 a.m. on a Saturday. Chances are she was sleeping and after the way he’d left her in NY he had no idea how she was going to react to him standing here on her doorstep at this ungodly hour with a camera crew from MTV. He inhaled sharply and stepped back a bit more waiting...
~*~
Taylor moaned and mumbled incoherently at the intrusive pounding of the door. Was it a dream she thought wildly burying her face in the pillow. She started to drift back into her peaceful world of dreams when the blasted pounding started again. DAMMIT she yelled yanking the covers off and swinging her feet over the side of the bed who in the fuck is banging on my door at she squinted looking over at the clock 7 o’ fucking clock in the damn morning she finished grumpily. She stood up on rubbery legs. She was fully intending on killing whoever the fuck dared too pull her out of her peaceful slumber at this atrocious hour on a Saturday, a fucking SATURDAY!!! she slowly made her way down the hall and across the foyer. She stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath. Better to be calm and collected before she opened the damn door she thought to herself. That way at least whoever was out there had half a chance of making it out unscathed. After a few deep, calming breaths she yanked open the door hellbent on verbally mutilating whoever was standing there. She took one look at him and promptly shut the door in his face before he could utter a single word. She gingerly leaned her forehead against the door what the FUCK is he doing here and was that a CAMERA? she thought wildly trying to bring the other man back into focus...
“Nice” Mike said looking over at Marshall “and she said she wanted to meet you?” he questioned chuckling “I never would’ve guessed that.”
“Shut the fuck up” Marshall mumbled irritably and began banging on the door again “TAYLOR” he yelled “OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!!”
“GO AWAY MARSHALL” she bit back.
“I’m not going anywhere until you open this door” he said with a note of finality.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she yelled “and is that guy holding a camera?” she asked “A FUCKING CAMERA?”
“Just open the door dammit” he yelled “NOW”
He was completely unprepared for what happened next. She did as he asked, all right, she wrenched open the fucking door and before he could get a word in edgewise her fist solidly connected with his jaw knocking him unceremoniously on his ass.
She stepped out and towered over him “You better have a good fucking explanation for this” she said menacingly.
Mike, the dutiful camera man laughed so hard he had to shuffle to catch his falling camera “GOT IT” he yelled triumphantly “that was great footage” he cackled practically dancing.
Marshall jerked his head around and glared at the dancing cameraman. Why was it that I insisted on seeing her again? he thought hostilely as he struggled to get to his feet....
“Look Taylor” Marshall reasoned when he finally regained his footing “I’ll explain everything” he said trying to look contrite when his fucking jaw hurt like hell and his pride had taken a severe beating.
“Yeah, well it better be good” she huffed turning around and storming across the hallway and out of site leaving him standing there alone with Mike... both of them staring after her...
Chapter 4
Taylor was too busy furiously banging shit around in the kitchen to hear Marshall creep in shadowed by Mike the goofy camera man. Marshall stopped short and winced watching her seriously torture some perfectly innocent coffee beans. OUCH he thought casually clearing his throat to get her attention. She jerked her head around to glare at him.
“Taylor...”
The glare intensified, it was so fucking *frosty* it could’ve very well taken out Antarctica. Marshall involuntarily shivered before trudging on...
“Look, there is a perfectly good explanation for this..” he said sheepishly pointing an accusatory finger at Mike.
“Really...” she drawled out in an icy tone that froze him all the way down to his toes.
“Yeah...you see...I...I...”
“Uh huh...” she prodded maniacally crushing those poor coffee beans in some grinding contraption that was making him a bit nervous.
“Can you please put that down?”
“What, this?” she asked swinging the coffee grinder in his direction.
He quickly nodded his head backing up a couple steps anxiously trying to get away from that torturous object she was waving around.
“NO” she bit out turning away from him.
“Yeah, ok...so...ummm...”
“SPIT IT OUT ALREADY” she yelled dumping the mauled left overs from what were once perfectly good coffee beans into some paper thingy before viciously shoving that into the coffee machine and pressing the start button.
“Look I know you’re upset Taylor..I never should have left you like that...”
“Excuse me?” she said turning around and arching her brow dramatically at him.
“In New York I shouldn’t have just walked out..I should’ve...” he trailed off and turned to snarl at Mike who was straining to get his camera smack dab in the middle of the action “do you fucking mind?”
“Nope!” Mike said merrily angling the camera toward Taylor.
“TURN IT OF” Marshall yelled frustrated. He looked at Taylor for help but she just shrugged.
“It’s your show, you deal with it”
“If you don’t turn that fucking thing off I swear to God I’ll...I’ll...” Marshall balled his fists and started advancing on the innocent camera man.
“JEEZ” Mike said snapping the camera off “what’s your problem?”
“OUT” Marshall snapped pointing towards the hallway that led back to the main room.
Mike huffed and puffed but slowly ambled his way out into the hallway and out of sight. Once he was gone Marshall turned back to Taylor.
“As I was saying...I shouldn’t have just left...”
“Are you dense?” she cut him off.
“Huh?”
“DENSE Marshall” Taylor said frustrated “you do know what that means don’t you?”
He looked completely confused so she took a deep breath and calmly counted to ten before continuing on...
“Do you honestly think that’s why I’m pissed off, right now?”
“Well yeah I just assumed...”
“Well you assumed wrong” she snapped reaching up to jerk a coffee mug out of the over head cabinet “is your ego that fucking big” she ranted grabbing the coffee pot and pouring the steamy brew into her cup “did you ever once stop to think that maybe just MAYBE I don’t like being dragged out of fucking bed at this UNGODLY hour on a Saturday morning to be greeted by you and some camera toting idiot!!”
“Well...”
“NO of course you didn’t” she snapped turning around to face him “you just assumed I’d fall to my knees and be grateful that you...the mighty EMINEM are kind enough to grace me with your presence...well reality check asshole I wasn’t the one to seek you out” she sneered “you’re the one who came after me....TWICE!!”
He stood speechless staring at her...no snappy little come back poured out... nothing poured out...absolutely nothing...
“Look Marshall...we fucked and it was fun but I’m a big girl...and I knew the score that night...so why the fuck are you here?”
‘What the fuck am I supposed to say to that?’ his mind scrambled for an answer. Her words had stung him a little. He was used to using girls for his pleasure, not vice versa. He knew it happened, shit he figured half the girls that fucked him were only doing it because of who he was but she had seemed different..
“Is that all it was to you?” he asked a little too defensively “a handy fuck?”
“No” she said honestly “I like you...what I know of you but I knew what you wanted that night and you got it so why did you come here? What is this all about Marshall?”
“I just.....” he trailed off looking over at her.
She was standing there looking furiously self righteous and it was beautiful...she was beautiful.
“I wanted to see you” he finished honestly “I just needed to see you again!”
“Why?” she asked suspiciously
“I don’t know?” he shrugged.
“Ok” she said softer “why the camera?”
“It was the only way they would tell me where you were”
She laughed. She couldn’t help herself. It was a glorious sound that tickled Marshall’s senses and made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
“That’s actually flattering in some kind of warped way” she smiled.
“Yeah?” he asked hopefully.
“Yeah...”
“So we’re aight?”
“Depends...”
“On?”
“On what the fuck you intend to do with that camera!”
“Oh, that” Marshall slightly paled “well see...it’s kind of like a date special type show, ya know?”
“Uh huh” she prodded “and...”
“And well you know how you said if you coulda picked your date for that whole awards thing, you woulda picked me?”
“Mmmm Hmmm”
“Well here I am baby” he smiled hopefully.
“Oh Lord” she sighed shaking her head.
“It’s just for one night” Marshall explained pleadingly “it’s not that bad. Mike’s just gonna follow us around and film our date!”
“Our date?”
“Yeah, tonight...”
“I didn’t know we had one” she smirked.
“Yeah, well if you wouldn’t of hit me at the front door” he said rubbing a hand over his sore jaw “then I would have had the opportunity to fill you in sooner”
“Yeah, well if you hadn’t of been standing at my door with a fucking camera at 7 AM on a Saturday morning then you wouldn’t have gotten hit, smart ass!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah” he mumbled “so are we on or what?”
“On?”
“For our date?”
“Yeah, I guess I can tolerate you for one evening” she smiled “where we going?”
“I dunno?” he shrugged “Imagine my surprise when I found out you lived in Michigan”
“I bet” she winked.
~*~
They didn’t really have a plan. It was kind of a let’s see where tonight takes us sort of thing. They casually drove through downtown Detroit and stopped to eat at a quant little restaurant. Candles adorned the small, intimately set tables and soft, flowing music floated through the air.
“This is SO not you” Taylor snorted looking around the romantic little eatery.
“What?” he said with false outrage “you think I can’t be romantic?”
Taylor gave another unladylike snort and headed over to the wispy little hostess who was practically beaming radiance and light.
“2" Taylor said before the delicate looking woman could get a word out.
“Right this way” the hostess sang in a chirpy voice that caused Taylor to roll her eyes dramatically.
They followed the hostess to a table that was conveniently isolated from the other diners. It was very romantic, indeed. Unlike the other tables this one was larger with a silver candelabra adorning the center and tiny red roses scattered haphazardly around the base. Two shimmering flutes of champagne sat bubbling at each place setting.
“Did you call ahead or something?” Taylor eyed him suspiciously.
“Who me?” he asked innocently.
“Shit’s gettin deeper and deeper ‘round here.” she laughed
“Hey...” he complained frowning at her.
“Oh be quiet you big lug” she smiled “its sweet”
“Not as sweet as you” he said with a wink.
“Oh STOP” she laughed “Mike just got that cheesy line on tape, ya know?”
Marshall turned to frown at Mike who heartily gave him a BIG thumbs up. Marshall proceeded to flip him off.
“Remind me to beat Mike’s ass later and steal that fucking tape” Marshall whispered as he pulled out her chair.
The rest of the meal went smoothly. They settled into a comfortable rhythm with each other. It was very pleasant...they laughed at each other, teased each other, learned about each other and before they were ready the meal was over. The waiter came by and dropped off the check, Marshall paid the tab and as they left the restaurant their hands magically found each other’s.
They headed back to her house in silence the tension in the car was thick as smoke, they both felt it...the only one oblivious to the intensity spiraling through the vehicle was goofy Mike. Marshall pulled his SUV into her driveway next to Mike’s van and parked it getting out to come around and open her door. She got out and they stood there staring at each other...neither one of them noticed Mike’s camera recording the whole romantic scene.
Marshall leaned in to kiss her and Mike cleared his throat “Ummm...I think that’s a wrap” he said turning off his camera.
They sprung apart quickly, like two children who were caught with their hands in the cookie jar. The three of them walked up the driveway and Taylor let them into the house. Marshall helped Mike pack up the equipment he’d set up for their solo interviews earlier. When he was all packed up Marshall and Taylor walked him out. They stood awkwardly in her driveway waving goodbye to him as he pulled out. Once he was gone they slowly turned toward each other. They stood only inches apart, tension and heat radiating in waves off of both of them...
“I had a nice time tonight” he said softly.
“Me too” she smiled.
“So, I guess I’ll see you around?”
“Yeah, I suppose so...we’re practically neighbors”
“All right...” he smiled backing away from her.
“Thank you” she whispered.
“No, thank you” he corrected “goodnight”
“Night”
He turned around and walked down the driveway towards his car...
“MARSHALL” she called out when he was half way to his car and started walking toward his retreating form.
“Yeah?” he questioned turning around.
“Stay...” she whispered opening her arms...Author: AIMEENDREW@aol.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.