Brianna and Quentin (3)

~ Seattle, Quentin's apartment ~

Brianna followed Quentin inside his apartment.

It is a penthouse, of course it is, and it is at least five times larger than Brianna's apartment in New York which she shares with Mia. Ah, she would love to have so much space!

Based on the interior, Brianna concluded that Quentin is not classy only with his clothes, but with everything else as well. The furniture, artwork on the wall, even the carpet was modern and luxurious, showing that he likes to enjoy fine things in life. Just like she does.

Bri sighed while thinking that in terms of a lifestyle, Quentin would be a better roommate for her than Mia who is very… practical. Minimalistic and practical.

In the living room, Brianna observed a floating shelf which had a number of fashion magazines arranged on top of it. It's four different magazines and she is familiar with each of them. She likes to follow fashion trends and her outfits show it.

"Is your company publishing these?", she asked Quentin.

He confirmed and said proudly: "Those are editions with my deals in them."

Quentin said that he will be right back and disappeared in one of the bedrooms.

Brianna used this opportunity to observe the living room, and her attention was drawn to the floor to ceiling windows which provided an amazing view of the Aurora bridge and the marina on the Lake Union as the dipping sun sprinkled them with warm yellow colors.

Quentin got out of the bedroom and he stopped in his tracks at the sight of Brianna. She is standing in front of the window, with her gaze lost in the distance and a dreamy smile on her face, bathed in the warm sunlight… breathtaking. If there is such a thing as a perfect image, he is looking at it right now.

Quentin snapped out of his daze when Bri noticed him. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "I assume you want to shower." He gave her a neatly folded towel and a fluffy bathrobe. "You can use the bathroom in the guest bedroom. When you are done, put the robe on… I will shower and change in there…", he gestured toward the bedroom from where he got the towel and the bathrobe.

Brianna remembered that he asked about the size she is wearing and guessed that by the time she comes out of the shower, there will be a change of clothes for her. She didn't complain. She needs a shower and her current summer dress is OK, but not something to wear for a dinner.

Quentin watched Brianna walk into the guest bedroom and the door closed behind her. He can't believe that she is here, in his apartment. His fiery Goddess!

Quentin told himself to play it cool. If he shows how excited he is to have her here, he will probably spook her away… or there is a chance that she will not believe him, which is equally bad. He will take this nice and slow, actually, he will follow her pace. Whatever she wants and when she wants it, he will deliver until she realizes that he is set on spending his time with her… a lot of his time with her.

It is unbelievable, considering that he met her the previous night for the first time, but something inside him is screaming that Brianna is the one and that if he lets her go, he will regret it for the rest of his life. He can't afford to mess this up!

Quentin noticed that even though Brianna's outfits are not flashy, they are the latest season from the workshops of prominent fashion designers. That is right up his alley! Due to the nature of his work, he is in contact with many fashion designers, photographers and of course, models. It is not uncommon that when he makes a deal with a designer, he gets a garment or two as a gift. Designers do that sometimes when the collaboration is successful with a hope that he will come back again.

For tonight, he got his assistant (aka Kendra) to get one of the latest designs, a perfect gown, for Brianna to wear and to do all the arrangements for a romantic dinner which will blow Brianna's socks off!

Quentin realized that he is spacing out! At this rate, Brianna will be done, and he will still be standing in the living room! And he really needs a shower.

...

In the guest bathroom…

Brianna pulled her hair up, to avoid getting it wet and stepped into the hot shower.

During the shower, Brianna thought about Quentin. They have so much in common that she finds it unbelievable. Their fashion senses match, interior design choices, and lifestyles as well because both of them travel a lot and like to enjoy fine things in life. And during the car ride she observed that even their music choices are identical. Ah, he is so much better than she thought he will be. Quentin's kissing technique made Bri lose herself in the moment, and his experience is showing in everything he does and the fact that he was an absolute gentleman after… Brianna told herself to stop. She can't think of Quentin as a good guy. He is a bad guy, good for some fun and nothing more!

The fact that he is so experienced means that he also knows how to put up a front and show her what she needs to see in order to lower her guard. After all, that is how players work.

Brianna showered quickly and rinsed her panties in the sink. She dabbed them with a towel while trying to get the moisture out. She knows that it's not a good idea to wash them, but she could not make herself to put them back on. She will put them on last and hope that they dry off by then.

Brianna wrapped herself in the fluffy bathrobe Quentin gave her earlier and realized that it's few sizes too big for her. Well, she would be surprised if it fit her well. After folding the sleeves, it was OK.

Brianna returned to the living room.

She was thinking if she should sit on the sofa or enjoy the view, when the doorbell rang.

...

Not long ago, in the master bathroom…

Quentin got under the shower and allowed the water to fall over his toned body with hope that it will get some tension away. He needs to relax and play it cool, he repeated to himself several times.

No matter how much he tried to think about anything other than Brianna, he was not successful. She is in the bathroom next door, taking a shower. Ah, how he wishes to join her!

He remembered her kisses and her chilled palm on his cheek and all the things she did in the planetarium, and he could not believe that his body reacted! The last time he was this easily excited was… in high school? To Quentin, this is the confirmation that Bri is the one. No other girl makes him dizzy just by coming close to him and now he understands why he usually had two girls by his side, and sometimes more… because they were not THE ONE.

Quentin reminded himself to focus. He needs to stay on top of his game. He remembered that Brianna called him a playboy who is good for one night of fun and nothing more, but even with that she accepted to have a dinner with him tonight and that is the opportunity he will use to make sure the night ends with Brianna having a good impression of him.

Last night he messed up by taking her to McDonald's, but tonight he will fix that.

Quentin is confident that he can charm any lady… but Brianna is not any lady. She is THE ONE and he needs to do his best to convey his intentions properly.

Quentin got out of the bathroom when he heard the doorbell. He wanted to get the door but paused because he is wearing only a towel around his waist. Bri is there, and if he shows up like that, she will get a wrong impression. He needs to be a gentleman, so there is only one thing he can do...

In the living room…

Brianna was not sure if she should open the door, go and call Quentin or just ignore it when she heard Quentin's voice: "Can you get that?" The door of the master bedroom was not completely closed, and she heard him clearly say: "It should be Kendra."

Brianna paused while thinking if it's appropriate for her to open the door. This is not her place, and she is wearing only a bathrobe! And who is Kendra? But Quentin is not coming out, and the doorbell rang the third time already, so she inhaled and headed for the door.

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