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 Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2019 3:05 pm
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Sliding her knee-high sock up her leg, Queenie smiled to herself - no, she preened at herself - as pink eyes glanced over towards the phone sitting on her dresser.
She'd been texting back and forth with the boy who'd taken her home back in December - Gansey - and it had ended on a fairly good, can I get your number note. It had taken him a bit to start responding back to her more regularly but Queenie was determined, especially considering how poorly her attempts with Mr. Black had gone.
Gansey might not have been as wealthy as Chase but he came from money, judging by the way he carried himself. His attire, his attitude, his car - she knew she was barking up the right tree when it came to hunting down a rich boy and if she had her way, she'd be climbing that tree in the near future.
Smirking, she stood up and slipped on her flat shoes, completing her cute outfit for their upcoming date. He'd agreed to come pick her up and take her out - an excellent beginning of something that could turn out really well for her, she was certain, so she'd found the cutest skirt and blouse to wear with just enough to tease while also being conservative.
After all, one didn't want to look like a slut on a first date, right?
Humming softly, she tucked her phone in her purse and made her way downstairs, sliding the strap up her arm as she slipped out the front door, expecting her chariot to arrive within the next few minutes... if he was the timely sort.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2019 7:26 am
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Securing the date had been easy, with Gansey merely needing to flatter the orange-haired girl just enough that she'd begun nibbling on the bait he'd set out for her. Settling on a time and place hadn't been as easy, mostly because he didn't care much for texting, it felt trivial and a waste of time when he could be doing other things if he didn't need it to create better connections or get things he wanted.
Gansey rolled up to Queenie's address right on time, dressed in a red sweater with a white dress shirt collar peaking out, khakis, and what one might refer to as yacht loafers. He slid out of the front seat of his Hummer, keys held in one hand before he strode towards the door.
He arrived at the step just as she stepped out and he took his time when he let his gaze sweep across her frame to appreciate her outfit. "You look lovely," he told her, flashing his best charming smile before he offered her his arm.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 9:15 am
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He clearly had perfect timing, as his tall, dark and handsome self was waiting for her as she cracked open the front door. The compliment and arm offer was met with her best "bashful" look; pink eyes cast a downward look as she offered a shy smile, dainty arms sliding out to loop into his as she greeted him with a quiet "Thank you, you look pretty handsome yourself, Gansey."
She wanted him to feel strong and powerful, she wanted him to think that she was some coy little thing with a crush. Boys liked it when they were flattered and seen as Top Dog and Queenie was going to do everything in her power to make him feel that way if it meant latching herself onto this rich, handsome young man and having her way with him.
A girl had to do what a girl had to do, after all.
Strolling down the walkway, she glanced up at him en route to his overly large, overly decked out Hummer.
"What do you have planned for us, this evening?"
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