Temporary Affair (slow updates)

seven | the who's who.. pt 2

Tremaine snatched his hands down from around his neck, he'd grown exhausted with trying to fix his bowtie he'd decided on wearing for the night. "I should wear a fucking tie!" He moved to remove it from around his neck, when he heard someone in the hallway calling for him.

Moving out of his master bathroom, he moved through his bedroom towards the double doors. Pulling one side open he peeked outside the room. "What?!?"

Stevie froze in her spot gathering herself she spun around on her heels to glance at his well groomed yet very agitated face.
"There you are--"

"Ms. Calhoun, I thought you were one of those people from the catering crew. They're driving me up the wall. Did you fix whatever they needed? Please tell me you did, I can't have my party be a disaster. When these people are coughing up hundreds, thousand's, millions! Of their hard earned dollars,"

"Well yes that's what I came to talk about," Stevie explained looking over the list she'd created on her phone. "Well--"

He disappeared back into his bedroom. "Follow me, Ms. Calhoun!" He called from inside.

Stevie smiled to herself. "Don't mind if I do, fine ass, why do you have to be so arrogant. I could rock your world before the party starts--" She whispered envisioning just what could be hidden under all those expensive threads he wears.

"Ms. Calhoun?"

Stevie snapped out of her daydream. "Of course I'm coming--" She raised a brow chuckling at the lewd thought. "Stay focused Stevie, i'on like this man--" With that she followed after him into the doorway of the bedroom.

"Damn--" She uttered staring around the spacious room.

Enthralled and highly pleased with the dark colored decor, she smiled widely. She too was a fan of thee all black scheme. So he did have nice taste, aside from him not having any manners.

"Mr. Maverick?"

"Bathroom," He stuck his hand out for her to see.