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“Oh, my god! It’s like being in a movie theatre.”
Noah smirked. “It gets better.”
Better, how could it possibly get better?
The Dolby sound boomed from invisible speakers and the room went dark. The couch shifted until we were leaning back on a gentle decline.
“Wow, you’ve got the best room. I’ve never even heard of a private theatre that could do this.”
“Told you it got better.” Noah looked pleased with himself. He clicked the remote and the Dolby image came into view with the amazing tunnel sound it did in theatres, showing that the film was about to begin.
Then Looney Toons came on. “How did you know?” I bounced excitedly, or as much as I could in a reclined position.
Noah was positively beaming. “Lucky guess. You seemed like a Looney Toons kind of girl.”
We settled back with our sandwiches through the first three episodes of Roadrunner with Bugs Bunny. When it switched to Elmer Fudd, Daddy removed my plate and made room for me to snuggle against his side.
This was a fresh experience, snuggling, and watching cartoons was an old pleasurable experience. Sitting here next to an absolute god-like gorgeous man, eating popcorn, and snuggling in a sky palace would be the height of my best experiences of all time.
You know it won’t last. How could it?
I wanted to tell my inner diva, aka the know it all, to shut the hell up, but banished her instead, choosing to remain present, memorizing the faint smells of cleaning products, mixed with the buttery scent of popcorn. The feel of the ultra-soft blanket blended with the rich texture of the sofa. And him, Noah, the exotic scent of spice and the manly muskiness of him, with the softer scent of the soap used to wash the denim jeans and cotton t-shirt he was wearing.
I luxuriated in his scent like one would in a bath. Instead of floating in a sea of bath salts, I immersed myself in his scent, allowing his unique smell to imprint on me as symbolizing home.
I knew I would regret it one day, probably sooner rather than later, but I needed this. I needed a moment of familial to lose myself in.
Our time in the movie room came to an abrupt end when Noah was alerted that his friend and fellow club owner, Gabriel or Heimdall, was on his way up.
“Daddy, how do I address your friend? As Gabriel or Master Heimdall?”
“Gabriel when we are not in the clubs, and Master Heimdall when we are.”
He took me by the hand and guided me toward the elevator. It dinged and the door slid open to reveal a man as equally gorgeous as my Daddy, but where Noah’s Mediterranean looks were light, Gabriel was dark with an olive complexion, very much the Italian, and looked like a handsome mafia king.
His discerning eyes swept from Noah to me and back to Noah with a smirk and back to me appraisingly. I held his gaze and appraised him right back, witnessing a slow grin spread across his handsome face.
“You must be the precious imp keeping my friend on his toes.” He reached out his hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Shelby, and I am happy to be of help.”
I liked him straight off and knew I could trust him with Shelven and my securities issues. “Thank you, Gabriel.”
I gazed up at Noah. “How about I brew some coffee in your rocket ship space-age machine and bring it to your office?”
“Thank you, Shelby.” Noah released my hand and kissed the top of my head. “Come on, Gabe.”
They walked off and I had the chance to see them side by side. They were like the light and dark, total opposites that made a complete whole. I was still busy making comparisons when I delivered the coffee and said I’d be in the gaming area.
“When you switch it on, GG, select the system only for the sound in the game room, please.”
I blushed at the non-too-subtle reminder. Gabe gazed from one of us to the other. “Dare I ask what does GG stand for?”
“Game girl,” we answered simultaneously.
“I leave you alone for twenty-four hours and already you have her moved in with a nickname. You’ll have to catch me up.” Gabe said this to Noah but winked in my direction. I giggled and closed the door on Noah’s stony reproachful look, with Gabe chuckling.
Time to let them do their thing while I did mine, and I had some zombies to kill.
