"I did," Marv stated unequivocally as he pressed past her and walked toward the bedroom. "I’ll take the floor. But I’ve got paperwork to catch up on. You’d never believe the mess that was left! No way can I leave things in the main living area and expect my papers to survive." His beloved computer under his arm, he twisted midway and looked back at her with a sweet smile.

"Don’t worry, Kundiman. You’ll be safe with me." He slipped his glasses down so he could look at her over the tops of them, then smiled even more sweetly. "I’m not tempted by anything under five foot ten."

Which basically summed it all up for him. Not completely of course. There were other factors. He wasn't so shallow as to be turned off by shortness. Though she was quite beautiful. She was also his boss and she obviously was not the type to be concerned with something long term. One thing Marv had was a rather fixated view on what a relationship was bound to be (not that he’d had any - the one downside of having a fixation) or not be. He didn’t play it fast and loose and he had enough brains to keep from following his groin about everywhere. Of course, it could have been that he never had to worry about finding something if he’d wanted it.

He just hadn’t. Besides, there were plenty of good looking men in this group for her.

All of this went through his head rather quickly and was just as quickly displaced by his need to arrange the small breakfast table by the window into a working space. Both took about the same priority. He placed his bags (enough clothing, hello!) inside of the second closet, intending to unwrap everything later, then settled with a happy sigh to begin work on the now opened and wifi connected laptop there in the sunlight. It was warm enough he could unbutton a shirt button or two and roll up h is sleeves. Something good was going to happen here. He could tell.

Marv had brought the packet of goods for his boss. This he laid on the foot of the bed, figuring rightly that most of them would want to take a rest after the long flight. Not everyone was up to par as it was, considering what he heard of the last job they'd had. They could go over the paperwork in the late afternoon, after luncheon.

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‘What will my death be like?’ he thought- and knew at once
with abrupt certainty, that it would be just like his life:
... the same balance of bearables.
~Amis