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intimate meal with Marshall. The restaurant, Arsenis, was a Mediterranean cuisine restaurant that served everything fresh. It was so beautiful and eloquent inside too, containing both private booths with beautifully embroidered curtains that provided privacy and more open dining areas. We had a private booth that had a window on the back side of it that looked out into the desert that surrounded the entire city of Las Vegas. It was quite incredible.
Marshall asked if he could order for us and I allowed him to do so, finding that I enjoyed a man taking charge of something as simple as ordering for me once in a while. I knew I didn’t have much to worry about because he had great taste and Mediterranean food was one of my favorites. All the fresh vegetables, bright colors, and tasty seafood that was in most of it was right up my alley.
We were waiting for our wine to be delivered and nobody other than Sylvain George himself came to the table with it. Marshall introduced us, shaking hands and smiling casually with his longtime friend. I looked at him and was polite, but couldn’t help but think one of the requirements for membership to the BBBBC was that the men had to be gorgeous. I’d seriously never heard of or met one that was not an absolute dream. Sylvain’s handsome dark looks complemented Marshall’s rugged golden boy looks. Together, they were a dream to look at.
After some small talk Sylvain left, commenting that he hoped he would get to talk with us some more later on at Melé.
I didn’t want to act clueless in front of him so right when he left I turned to Marshall. “What is Melé?”
“A club that Sylvain owns. It’s a member’s only club, but quite a bit of fun. It’s a place where those of us who are always under scrutiny can let loose without having to worry about repercussions from the media, groupies, and other ilk.”
“Sounds fun. I guess I’ve made it big time, huh?” I joked, smiling widely at Marshall.
“Yes, yes you have,” Marshall answered, completely serious. He was so hard to figure out sometimes. I liked to laugh and crack jokes, apparently more often than Marshall though.
The meal didn’t disappoint. The food was scrumptious and my conversation with Marshall was tantalizing too. I was so happy to be by him that I honestly couldn’t repeat everything we talked about. All I recall is that everything seemed dreamy and suggestive, appealing to the best of all my senses. It felt like the first time that I had Marshall to myself without him being distracted by anything else. It was bliss and only ended when he said it was time to make our way to Melé. Deep down I hoped that Melé meant back at the hotel, in bed, and naked.
As the doorman opened the door for us as we pulled up to Melé, Marshall turned to me and had that mischievous grin back upon his chiseled face. “Are you ready for your surprise?”
“Yes,” I said, not realizing that the surprise was more than just the outing itself.
“Good. I think you’ll be happy with it,” Marshall replied.
We walked into the club and you could hear all the newest dance songs thumping in the background and sounds of laughter coming from behind the next set of doors. They sounded vaguely familiar to me, but I couldn’t place it. I found out as soon as I walked through the other set of doors though.
In the back corner of the club was a laughing and spunky looking blonde wearing a trendy bob—it was Sophia! I couldn’t believe it and next to her was Mandi. Wow. I hadn’t seen either of them for about a year and there they were, in Vegas, at the same time as me. Marshall leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I knew you’d be surprised; however, don’t think you are giving them all your time tonight. I want some of you too.”
I looked at Marshall and gave him a hug. “Thank you. And for the record, I’m confident that I can save a little something for you too.”
Marshall put his arm around my waist and we made our way
Marshall asked if he could order for us and I allowed him to do so, finding that I enjoyed a man taking charge of something as simple as ordering for me once in a while. I knew I didn’t have much to worry about because he had great taste and Mediterranean food was one of my favorites. All the fresh vegetables, bright colors, and tasty seafood that was in most of it was right up my alley.
We were waiting for our wine to be delivered and nobody other than Sylvain George himself came to the table with it. Marshall introduced us, shaking hands and smiling casually with his longtime friend. I looked at him and was polite, but couldn’t help but think one of the requirements for membership to the BBBBC was that the men had to be gorgeous. I’d seriously never heard of or met one that was not an absolute dream. Sylvain’s handsome dark looks complemented Marshall’s rugged golden boy looks. Together, they were a dream to look at.
After some small talk Sylvain left, commenting that he hoped he would get to talk with us some more later on at Melé.
I didn’t want to act clueless in front of him so right when he left I turned to Marshall. “What is Melé?”
“A club that Sylvain owns. It’s a member’s only club, but quite a bit of fun. It’s a place where those of us who are always under scrutiny can let loose without having to worry about repercussions from the media, groupies, and other ilk.”
“Sounds fun. I guess I’ve made it big time, huh?” I joked, smiling widely at Marshall.
“Yes, yes you have,” Marshall answered, completely serious. He was so hard to figure out sometimes. I liked to laugh and crack jokes, apparently more often than Marshall though.
The meal didn’t disappoint. The food was scrumptious and my conversation with Marshall was tantalizing too. I was so happy to be by him that I honestly couldn’t repeat everything we talked about. All I recall is that everything seemed dreamy and suggestive, appealing to the best of all my senses. It felt like the first time that I had Marshall to myself without him being distracted by anything else. It was bliss and only ended when he said it was time to make our way to Melé. Deep down I hoped that Melé meant back at the hotel, in bed, and naked.
As the doorman opened the door for us as we pulled up to Melé, Marshall turned to me and had that mischievous grin back upon his chiseled face. “Are you ready for your surprise?”
“Yes,” I said, not realizing that the surprise was more than just the outing itself.
“Good. I think you’ll be happy with it,” Marshall replied.
We walked into the club and you could hear all the newest dance songs thumping in the background and sounds of laughter coming from behind the next set of doors. They sounded vaguely familiar to me, but I couldn’t place it. I found out as soon as I walked through the other set of doors though.
In the back corner of the club was a laughing and spunky looking blonde wearing a trendy bob—it was Sophia! I couldn’t believe it and next to her was Mandi. Wow. I hadn’t seen either of them for about a year and there they were, in Vegas, at the same time as me. Marshall leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I knew you’d be surprised; however, don’t think you are giving them all your time tonight. I want some of you too.”
I looked at Marshall and gave him a hug. “Thank you. And for the record, I’m confident that I can save a little something for you too.”
Marshall put his arm around my waist and we made our way
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