Chapter 16
She accompanied him to the New York office building, but the pair separated
as Marshall entered for his meeting while Vanessa settled into her temporary
office. They regrouped a few hours later for a quick lunch, before
retreating to the hotel to change into evening clothes so that they would
be adequately attired for that night’s event, which Marshall wasn’t saying
much about.
“C’mon, tell me where we’re going,” Vanessa whined, sashaying up to him in
a racy, scarlet-red ensemble that clung to her curves like a second skin
and nearly touched the ground.
His eyes widened as he took notice of the high slit that revealed most of
her right thigh; his jaw dropped severely at the plunging neckline.
“Are all your dresses that revealing?”
“No,” she laughed with feminine pride. “You don’t like?”
“I like it. I just don’t want other guys liking it!” he grumbled.
“Aw, is wittle Marsh-y jealous?” she teased.
“Watch who you’re calling little,” he returned.
“I suppose you have me there. But I have you here,” Vanessa stated
as she brought his head down to hers for a gentle kiss.
“Mm… It’s my turn to say stop,” he joked.
She let a sound of annoyance. “If we must!”
“Well, we have to leave in a minute. And I am no one-minute-man.”
“I can attest to that!” she replied and held Marshall’s proffered arm as she slipped into her satiny high heels.
“Backless?” he choked as he finally became aware of what the dress exposed.
She laughed prettily. “Only partially.”
He growled; it was true, it didn’t dip down as dramatically as the dress
she wore the night before had, but it showed half of her upper back—which
was entirely too much for him. “Everyone’s going to notice you.”
“No, darling, they’ll only notice me because I’m on your arm.”
“I think you leave me in the dust with that on.”
“It isn’t too much, is it?”
“Baby, on you, it’s perfect,” he assured her and kissed her on the forehead. “Ready?”
“Yes. Are you sure you won’t give me a hint as to where we’re going?”
“Absolutely. It’s a surprise. I’m not sure you’ll like it, though,” he said worriedly.
“I’ll love it,” she promised.
“Only one way to find out.”
“The MTV Awards?” she yelped as soon as the limousine pulled up close enough
for her to see the television station’s logos and television personalities
through the tinted windows. “You’re fucking insane!”
“I didn’t know the word fuck ever left your mouth,” he quirked an eyebrow at her shock.
Marshall couldn’t tell if she was blown by the surprise or livid with him.
“This is the major reason I’m here in New York,” he stated.
“I hadn’t known.”
“I kept it a secret; I’m the secret performer of the night.”
“You’re arriving with me?”
“Is there a problem with you? Should I be embarrassed?”
“The tabloids will have a field day.”
“Let them have it.”
“Marshall—”
“Look, if you really don’t want to be here, I’ll get out, and the driver can take you back to the hotel.”
She pouted. “You can’t go there dateless…”
“I’ve done it before. I don’t think anyone will notice.”
“Oh, Marshall, I didn’t mean to be rude; it’s just—MTV! Everything’s going so fast.”
“I thought you liked it fast?” he teased. “C’mon, it’s time to get out, so are you coming or going?”
Her eyes met his, and it hit her that she was falling for him—she knew it
couldn’t be prevented, and that once her secretarial job was up, they would
part with no promises, no words of eternal love. Knowing all that didn’t
deter her from enjoying those two months she had left with him—she would
nurse her broken heart afterwards; Vanessa was wise enough to understand
the importance of making memories worth remembering instead of filling those
blank, bland spots with regrets and wishes.
“Coming.”
“Good,” he replied with a nod.
Chapter 17
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