9 The Meeting II

(Seraphina's POV)

I winked at him before going into my apartment. Resting my back against the door, I calmed my heart down. 'You need to be reasonable. So what if he's charming, got the nicest voice, well-built, very attractive, smells delicious or what not. He might be dangerous. He sure as hell is! Got my heart beating so fast, I thought I was gonna pass out.' I recited this mantra as I stepped into my bedroom and unclipped my bra. Freedom at last, then I giggled to myself.

Now let's analyze what went down after I got into the elevator.

Once my heart came back from Mars, I realized I needed to know his name before anything else.

Quincy... hmmmnn... very charming name. His voice was doing things to me. I guess this is what Flora meant when she said Frank's "hello darling" was enough to send her on a sexual journey to cloud 9. Quincy had an orgasmic voice.

"28", he answered when I asked him his age. I secretly praised my granny in my head. Sure enough, she knew me well.

It might be Flora's sex-ed talks or Claudia's daily sex research discoveries, but I always seem to have had a thing for older guys; Ryan Reynolds, Salman Khan, Hawick Lau, and Song Seung Heon kinda older guys. I could already feel his spiciness choking me, and don't get me wrong, I loved it.

"We have enough time to get to know each other," registered clearly in my head. 'Oh Yes we do Mr. Quincy. I can't wait to know all of you and your hunkiness'. Would that have sounded too slutty?

After doing a double take on my choice of words, I decided to leave him with a "see you later" and an impulsive wink. That was me sending out an open invitation. 'Heart, be still.'

Stepping out of the shower, I resumed my chat with my girls, withholding the "Quincy file" until I was sure about 'US'. I was never curious about my next door neighbor until this moment. Damn these soundproof walls!!!! Oh well, let's see what tomorrow will bring. Off to dreamworld.