Of Leather Briefcases and Spurs .:[In Search of a Male RPer]:.

[Kokoro Hatake]

Of Leather Briefcases and Spurs .:[Closed for LightningStud and I]:.

Boredom struck me and decided that I should RP tonight hehe ^^;; Kinda looking for a good plot of romance and something sensual here and there that follows the plot. Well here goes.

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A deep sigh filled the air of the back of the limosine as the driver's eyes glanced back through the rear view mirror. What was seen was a travelled-out woman. A well known woman at that as she was one of New York's most elidgable women; after having taken over her father's business she took on the job seriously as she was a Quartermaine, Madison Quartermaine at that. One could tell that she had just gotten off from an air plane and that she was an aggitatted woman at that. She wasn't use to being in such hot climates, she was neither use to the fact that she wouldn't be staying in a five-star hotel. Pinching the bridge of her nose as she shut her eyes, they hurt from her contacts. It just felt like this whole trip to visit this piece of land brought a large hand to ruffle her feathers the wrong way. Her once tight bun had gone loose, her fingers now started to pull out each bobby-pin. Letting the ebony strands tumble over her shoulders she ran well-manicured fingers through her hair massaging her scalp.

"How long driver?"

Glancing to the front of the car through tired and weary eyes, she hoped this piece of "majestic" land was close. Not believing that she herself had to come out and inspect the place, she threw a bit of a mental fit at herself for going along with it. There was a perfect piece of land on the coast of Maine to set up an escape resort, but Texas?! Oh just the thought of it made the color flush into her face. The man on the phone that she spoke with had such an arrogant tone, the typical male full of ego but with the character of a long drawn southern accent.

"Not too long miss"

Picking her head up a bit as she was distracted with her own thoughts she finally back tracked enough to notice that the driver just now answered her question. Nodding, she relaxed back and watched the passing scenery through the tinted window of the limosine. Her lips were pressed tight into a thin menacing line as she wished for the worst of this land that it had nothing to offer her so she could go back home, back home to New York City. Shifting her gaze over to the briefcase that sat next to her and really really hoped that this land was a piece of nothing. Picking at her white button up blouse it was startched and press as the same went for her pinstriped slacks. She always dressed for success, she would have had the matching blazer to go with the pants but it sat on top of her briefcase, it was too hot to be wearing that. The few top buttons of the blouse were undone to help cool her down, a small silver cross pendent looped around her slender neck could now be seen. Feeling the rocking motion of the ride she just decided to let herself relax before meeting this.. this..

"Oh what's his name..."

She whispered softly to herself as she thought of the name. Ah yes, Mr. Holt McBride. Resting her head back against the seat, it was a while before the car came to a stop. For a moment she just thought that they might have been stuck at the red-light but nope. Here she was, at the ranch ran by Mr. McBride himself and his family. Staring through the tinted window as it was charming she thought bitterly. It had subtle rolling lands for the pretty flat lands and was placed by a quaint trail for horses to be taken out on. The large home was a beauty as it looked like a two story mansion, it was Victorian. Whoever had designed the home had a quirky idea of doing it Victorian in a Southern land. As the door opened up for her, she gave a soft smile to the driver a quick flick of her hand as she slid on her sunglasses. As she stepped out, clean black pumps crunched slightly against the road, her briefcase in one hand as the other held her coat while the driver took her bags from the trunk of the limosine. The sun beat down on her making her brows knit together as the rays danced of of silken strands. A warm wind brushed against her as her hair flew into her face, she herself not even bothering to clear her face of the hair as she stared at the place.


"Guess I'm not going home as quickly as I thought...."

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n_n looking for a guy to fill this spot. This is a playful RP filled with romance and maybe a few lusty scenes here and there if things work out right. The man in this RP is stubborn and will bump heads with her. I hope someone can come and play hehe =)

 

[LightningStud]

A real gentleman

Holt stood leaning against the fence, looking every bit the quitessential Texan cowboy. A mere 31, he exuded a kind of subdued charisma that could only be detectd by those who gave him more than a passing glance. Holt McBride was tall, with deep blue eyes and a head of soft, curly brown hair--people said he looked like a young Robert Newman.

As Holt watched the limousene pull up, he felt a slight anticipaton to finally welcome this woman to his home. Always preferring to welcome his guests personally, Holt strode over to the car, where a woman was just now geting out.

"Afternoon, ma'am," he said, with a charming smile.

 

[Kokoro Hatake]

Looking through the glasses she was facing the chest of this man even with her heels on. With such an intimidating height and broad shoulders she noted, she arched a brow.

"Mr. Holt McBride I assume?"

She glanced over to her right as she heard a gruff sigh as her luggage was set down. Giving the driver and thankful smile for having unloading her things from the trunk, she tipped the man with two twenty bills.

"Thank you."

Turning her attention back to the man, the smile flattened, becoming nothing but a serene face of thought as she measured the man. Knowing these kind of men made her roll her eyes though she doubt he could see the look she gave him through her shades. Shifting her briefcase to the arm that had her blazer draped over it she stretched out a hand to shake his.

"I'm Ms. Madisone Quartermaine, but Ms. Quartermaine will be fine enough. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. The phone conversations aren't as valid versus coming here to see the land for myself. But before I even start on bringing papers out, may we go inside?"

Her brows were still knitted together as her skin started to prespire. She would need a shower after she settled herself in. As she turned to her luggage she made a mental note of how good the man looked. She's met her fair share of princes but for this Southern Cowboy, he made the princes look like princesses. Only having one large piece of luggage she started to roll it towards his home. Even though he did catch her eye she never mixed business with pleasure and she wouldn't break her own personal rules now. Shrugging off the thought she sighed a bit and took off her sunglasses, letting the shades hang from the natural V her shirt had done since the buttons were undone.

 

[LightningStud]

Holt led his guest into the spacious living room, sizing her up as he did so. Not bad...not bad at all.
"Well, miss...er...Quartermaine, seeing as your from New York, I'm sure youre quite unused to this sort of weather. May I get you anything to drink?" asked Holt, as he crossed from the living room to the adjoining kitchen.

 

[Kokoro Hatake]

Looking around the living room she watched him disappear into the kitchen. This was a lovely home she though and if everything suited her maybe this place would be a nice get-a-way for the modern day city slickers.

"Ice-water will be fine, thank you"

Setting her blazer on her luggage she followed him into the kitchen, her heels softly clicking on the floor with each step as she sat at the table with her briefcase.

"How does your family feel about this offer?"

The clicks of her briefcase opening echoing in the kitchen as she startled to file through papers, taking out the agreements and benefits that the family and he himself would recieve if agreeing to this.

 

[Kokoro Hatake]

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[LightningStud]

"Well, ma'am, to tell you the truth, the family seems a bit put off by things," said Holt frankly as he handed Madison the glass. "They always have been rather fond of this place. If I understand correctly, youre thinking of putting a resort here?"

Holt crossed back into the living room and setled onto a sofa, nonchalantly sipping his beer.

 

[Kokoro Hatake]

Looking to the glass as she took a long refreshing drink from it, she set the glass down as he left her in the kitchen. Tilting her head off to the side slightly as she counted down from ten, she found it quite rude that he left her after she had settled out the papers. Leaving her cup she picked up a single paper, making her way into the living to see him lounging comfortably on a couch. Just a simple action of drinking from a frosty bottle of beer, he made it look so enticing and pure masculinity. Clearing her throat somewhat she decided to seat herself a comfortable but safe distance from him as she handed him the slip of paper.

"As you see, your family and yourself would recieve great benefits if seeling the land to Quartermaine Hotels and Resorts. You'd be set for life and could live comfortably else where. And as discussed over the phone, it seems that you have the larger say over this.."

She remembered a few phone calls with the man, hearing the distressed voice of matured women speculating it was the man's mother of some sort, she knew the family didn't think well of this business agreement. It felt a bit like they didn't like business at all, as none of them weren't really around to greet her besides him.

"If I may ask... where is the family?"

She stood now as she walked around the living room, looking at pictures of sorts. Letting her fingers lightly trace along the frames.

 

[LightningStud]

"Well, ma'am I must say I'm flattered that you'd consider this out-of-the-way spot for a resort," replied Holt, finishing the last of his bottle, his eyes never leaving Madison's hourglass figure. "As for the family, they're out of town, for now. My brother-in-law had a death in the family, and my sister and the others are away for a while...we were never that close, so I decided to stay behind and see to things around here. It's me and the butler, and he's in town at the moment."

"But I'm rambling...perhaps you'd like to have a look around? I could put you up for the night, if you'd rather."

 

[Kokoro Hatake]

Not even turning to see if he was looking at her, she could feel his eyes on her so physically she could have sworn his hands were searching out her body in place of his eyes. Shifting her weight from one heeled foot to the next she turned around to see his muscular but lean body sprawled against the couch.

"A tour would be lovely, starting with where I'll be staying."

With a small smile she went to gather her things from the kitchen as well as her large single duffle from the living room. By now she had unbuttoned the cuff of her sleeves and had rolled them up some, ready for him to lead the way through this flat-land-mansion.

 

[LightningStud]

Holt could barely believe his luck as he guided the beautiful madison through his home. In fact, Madison was walking ahead of him with the same assertive, graceful poise that had attracted him from the very beginning. You're gonna be all mine, Madison... he thought, smiling inwardly.
But then doubt crept in. This, afterall, was unprofessional of him, something Madison would sureley never tolerate. Still, his desire was building to a crescendo as he led her into her new bedroom.
"Well, ma'am, this is the guest room with adjoining bath...I hope it suits your fancy. Would you like to see more, or...?"