The Perfect Man.

Plans.

"Don't be scared of me baby". His minty breath whispered into my ear. I nervously released myself from his grip. "We should um...get going". I smiled oddly. He then smirked, "We Shall". He proclaimed.

He held my hand as I stepped into the Glossy black Escalade. I crossed my legs as he shut the car door after getting in himself. "The Hilton's, Frank". He spoke to his driver. His driver nodded, pulling off. I pulled out my phone, nonchalantly scrolling through my timeline on Instagram. I felt Quincy's eyes, rest themselves upon me, making me nervous and uncomfortable. I tried to ignore for the next few minutes but he continued eyeing me. I finally met his eyes, which were now on my waist. "Quincy...". I called out, which snapped him back into reality. "God you are so gorgeous". I blushed. "Thank you, couldn't you have said that instead of staring at me". "I could've, but actions speak louder than words". "I don't think that phrase apply to this situation". "I can name a lot of phrases that apply to this situation". My heart fluttered.

We arrived in the most elegant place that I mistook for a palace. It was beautiful, from the engraved ceilings to the marble floors.The lights were dim, the music was classy, and there were lots of well dressed couples either eating or becoming engaged in a slow dance on the ballroom floor. "Enticing, isn't it?". Quincy asked, as the waiter bring us to a reserved table. Quincy pulled out my chair, before sitting across from me. Wine glasses sat at our table as they already started us off with a garden salad, topped with chicken and vegetables. "You can order anything you like". Quincy declared, eyeing the menu. The meals each were one to two hundred dollars, and I sure as hell didn't want quincy spending that much money on me to eat. "Quincy th-". "Prices? Yes I know they're a bit high, but once you taste the food it will all be worth it". He stated with his eyes on the menu still. At this point I found myself staring at him, he was just so perfect. Beautiful hair, smooth light skin, pink plump lips, pretty brown eyes and the most breathtaking smile. He was sweet, educated, and very well dressed. On top of all that, he is filthy fucking rich. "Like what you see?". He said, looking down before looking up at me with a grin. "I'm sorry". "The only thing you should be apologizing for is making that dress hug your curves so perfectly". He grinned, as I blushed again. "Why would I be apologetic about that?". He chuckled slightly, "Darling you have no idea".

At last we had our dinner, and a very good conversation, right before he was about to say something, This Woman's Work by Maxwell began playing. "This is my favorite song". He smiled, grabbing my hand so we could dance.

He slowly swayed to my body to Maxwell's beautiful tone. "I Should be crying but I just can't let it show, I should be hoping but I can't stop thinking, all the the things we should've said that we never said, all the things we should've did that we never did" . Quincy held my waist as we rocked to the beat. His scent hugged my nose, making me shudder at how good he smelled. "Give me these moments...Give them back..to me.". Quincy stared into my eyes, rubbing my cheek slightly, gradually placing his gentle lips on mine. His lips were so moist and soft, I mentally begged for him not to cease. He deepened the kiss as I held the back of his neck, he began introducing his tongue which made me want him even more. He slid his tongue between my lips as his lips smothered mine. He moved his hands to my ass, he instantly stopped for air. I stared into the abyss of his dark brown eyes as he bit his bottom lip.

He slammed me against the wall, wrapping my legs around his waist. His soft lips began kissing my skin that was begging for more. I felt his hands wander my body, as I held his hair. I became nervous, realizing that I was about to have sex with a man I didn't know yet. "Quincy Stop". I hastily whispered. His actions came to a halt as he slowly inched his way up to my face. He rested his forehead on mine, "Damn, I know you probably think I'm a perv". He told himself, and me. "No I don't think your a perv, Quincy". "I touched all over you without hesitating, I'm sorry. I know you probably want to go home right now, I don't want you for your body so please don't think that". I chuckled. "Quincy it's okay, you were trapped in the moment, and I was too. But I want us to take it slow". I rubbed the baby hairs on the back of his neck. He bit his lip, "I'll take you home. But tomorrow I'm picking you right back up, we're going out". "I love how you just make plans for me". He kissed my forehead, cracking a smile.

***

I awoke the next morning with a package in front of my door. Rubbing my eyes tiredly, I proceeded to pick up the anonymous box. I opened it up, It was a Long, beautiful velvet trench coat, ripped skinny blue jeans, velvet heels, with a cute brown top and a variety of expensive Gold Jewelry. My phone chimed, it was Quincy.

Quincy| I bought you something to wear for the evening. Be ready in 15 minutes, I'm coming to get you.

Me| Quincy....How much did this stuff cost?

Quincy| Make sure your ready.

I placed on my phone on the counter,  and headed to the shower.

**

I rubbed perfume on my neck and arms and looked in the mirror. "Okay Aubree, Your going to go out and have fun with this man, and no sex". I told myself. "I think with you looking like that, sex would be an understatement". I gasped to see Quincy in my doorway once again, wearing a grey sweater, a green jacket with a wheat colored collar, blue jeans, and Wheat Timberlands complimented by a gold chain. His hair was tousled up into a curly style, instead of a comb over which he usually wears. "Quincy..How do you keep getting in here?". He smirked. "Shall we go?". I tried my hardest not to smile, fuck him for being so damn cute.

He helped me into the Passenger Seat of his Grey Bentley. He then sat in the drivers seat, starting up the Vehicle. "You drive?". I asked. "Do you really think that I could have people drive me around all day? I get bored of that". He chuckled. I looked down at my outfit, admiring the way it was put together. "Quincy these outfits you send me...You pick them out?". "Of course..". "I never met a man who knows how to dress a lady..". He looked into my eyes, "I never met a woman who knew how to be one". I smiled. "You are so beautiful". He stated at a red light. I blushed, "Stop Quincy". Quincy grabbed my hand, "Do you want to be with me?". "Are you asking me out?". He chuckled, "Yes". I bit my lip, taking short glances at him, thinking.