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The corner of Quinn’s lips turned into a smile as she noticed the small blush scatter across Belle’s body. The flush was intriguing to say the least, but she was more captivated by the way the other woman held onto her gaze. The brunette was either extremely bold or terrified stiff, though Quinn wasn’t sure which one she preferred. Feeling bold herself, she let her fingers graze down the other girl’s arm, wondering what the reaction would be as she continued to hold onto her gaze. “Incredibly gorgeous, Belle. And we both know that I have a perfect eye for beauty.” Her other hand moved back to where the clasp of Belle’s bra was. “Did you need help with this as well? Or are you ready for me to leave the room?” Even as the temperature in the room started to rise, Quinn was unmoved as she waited for the woman’s response. 

Belle was definitely scared stiff. She would never be so bold as to hold the Quinn’s gaze for so long. The air was getting thicker in the room and she could feel it getting harder to breathe properly, but she kept her gaze. She almost didn’t hear Quinn’s question, since it sounded like she was listening from under water. The stroke down her arm didn’t help matters either. It seemed to Belle like she was losing all her functioning brain cells one by one very quickly. A sane and conscious person wouldn’t be instinctively leaning back against her boss so her barely covered back was flush against the expensive fabric of her party dress. “Um...” she mumbled, trying to think of something coherent to say in response to her question. She wasn’t crazy enough to actually ask her to help her out of her bra, but in all honesty, she also didn’t want her to leave the room.

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Quinn was right at the door’s edge when she heard Bell call from behind her and she was stopped right in her tracks before turning around at the girl’s request. With ease, she backtracked into the room, stopping right before she was an arm’s length away from her guest. “Turn around.” The command was simple and she waited for the other girl to comply before closing in on her even more. They were situated right in front of the mirror and Quinn placed her hands on Belle’s shoulders to inform her of her presence while she locked eyes with her through the mirror. Slowly, Quinn wrapped her fingers around the zipper and pulled it down the length of her back, not once pulling her gaze away. With her eyes still holding Belle’s she allowed the dress to fall to the ground before her eyes followed the suit, catching every bit of Belle’s exposed curves in the process. “You really shouldn’t hide your body so much, sweetheart. You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

Belle’s breath caught in her throat when Quinn came up to her. She didn’t know what she was so nervous about. She asked for help, and Quinn was just doing as she had asked. She obeyed her command and slowly turned around, catching her eye in the mirror. As uncomfortable as it made her, keeping eye contact with such an intense gaze, Belle couldn’t drop it, couldn’t look away. The cool air of the room hit her skin as the zipper came down, and before she could do anything about it, her dress was pooled around her ankles, leaving her clad in just her nicest lingerie set (which wasn’t even super impressive). She felt her body heat up with embarrassment as her cheeked turned a dark shade of pink. And even through all this, she couldn’t tear her eyes from the blonde’s. The feeling of her warm breath on the back of her neck just sent more of a chill down her spine. “Really?” she gasped a little, not knowing that she’d been holding her breath this whole time.

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Quinn shook her hand and waved her hand as if dismissing Belle’s words. “Nonsense, you’re far from an inconvenience. I already told you, I don’t do anything I don’t want to do.” She tipped her head to the side and watched carefully as the other girl examined herself. It was pretty dark in the guest room, but she could still see the slight pink tint on her assistant’s cheeks. “I suppose you’ll be wanting to get some rest now. I’ll leave you to it…” The word ‘pet’ was right on the tip of her tongue, but she decided against it as she moved away from her. “If you need anything, my room is right at the end of the hall.”

Belle just smiled and tilted her head down as the blush remained on her face. Something about the way Quinn looked at her made her feel something that she couldn’t understand. It was a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Like she could see right through her. “Thank you again for...well, everything. Aside from getting sick, tonight was like a fairytale to me,” Belle smiled shyly, letting her hair down from the bobby pins that held it in place so it fell down past her shoulders. She struggled a bit to get the dress unzipped from the back. She had managed somehow to get it zipped up, but unzipping was always more of a struggle for her. “Before you go, do you mind helping me with, um...” she murmured a bit, still struggling with the zipper.

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After rummaging through her closet for a few minutes, Quinn finally returned to the guest bedroom with a pile of clothes in hand. It sounded as if Bell had found everything she needed in the bathroom and while Quinn had to urge to barge in hurry the girl along, she decided to wait for her to reemerge at her own time. Even Quinn had her moments of showing sympathy. When Bell finally reappeared, Quinn gestured to the clothes that was sitting on the bed next to where she sat. “I have some sweats for you, it can get a little cold here at night, so I thought you’d appreciate something warm.” Quinn stood up and moved towards Belle, then placed the back of her hand to the girl’s face.  “I brought a glass of water as well as some aspirin . It’s on the nightstand and hopefully will make you feel better.” She moved back just a step and looked the girl up and down. “You really do look stunning in that dress.”

“Oh,” Belle squeaked a bit when she came out of the bathroom, seeing Quinn in the room. Her eyes followed the blonde’s gesture to the comfortable clothes she left on the bed, as well as the water and pills on the nightstand. “Thank you for all this. I hope I haven’t been too much of an inconvenience,” she whispered in the already quiet room. But at the compliment, she blushed and looked down at herself. This really was the fanciest she’s ever looked. “You do have great taste,” Belle smiled at her, her cheeks flushing even more. Even if she couldn’t see Quinn looking at her, she could feel her gaze on her skin.

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It was hard not to notice how Belle stumbled on the stairs behind Quinn. It was clear that the other girl was still either affected by the alcohol or sick from it and she was reminded why she brought Belle home with her in the first place. She simply smiled at Belle’s words about how big her house was, she was used to this girl being amazed by everything. It was one of the things that drew Quinn to her, how innocent and pure Belle’s outlook on life must be if she was this impressed by Quinn’s home. 

The blonde wrapped her hand around Belle’s arm to steady her and led her to the guest room nearest her bedroom. Quinn always had her guest rooms prepared just in case something like this happened, the queen-sized bed sat in the middle of the room, white bed duvet turned down. Quinn let go of Belle and pointed towards the en suite. “There’s the bathroom there, why don’t you freshen up while I go grab you some clothes to wear?” Before she could answer, Quinn was walking out the door and turning left towards the master bedroom.

“Thank you,” Belle nodded obediently and moved to the bathroom. It was like staying in a hotel. Quinn had towels, toiletries, pretty much everything all ready for anyone who just so happened to stay. Thankfully, since Belle had nothing but her clutch with her. The medicine cabinet even had spare toothbrushes. Quinn must entertain a lot. It didn’t surprise her one bit. The woman may have been intimidating, but she was a networking queen and probably had friends from every corner of the world. 

She washed her face quietly, humming a bit to herself as she did so before brushing her teeth. As nice as this dress was, she couldn’t wait to get out of it and into some comfortable clothes. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe the excitement of the night, but she was exhausted. 

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There was something about the way Belle presented herself that awakened the more Dominant side of Quinn. It was hanging in the back of her mind, the urge to make Belle get down on her knees and crawl up the stairs to the guest room. There weren’t that many people that brought side out of Quinn and she needed to remind herself that it would be more than inappropriate to give into those urges. “I’m sure we can find something for you to put on.” Quinn moved to the edge of the kitchen, waiting for Belle to follow her on their trek upstairs.

Belle could just feel Quinn’s eyes on her and it made her cheeks flush even more. But she pushed the unfamiliar feeling down and got up to follow Quinn up the stairs. Every inch of this house amazed her. It made her little apartment look like a run down shack. She nearly tripped going up the stairs, still feeling a bit dizzy, but she held onto the railing delicately as if it were made of glass.”I don’t know what you do with all this space. If I had a spare room in my apartment, I wouldn’t even know what to do with it,” she breathed quietly, following her through the halls.

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Quinn was a skilled observer. As Belle drank her tea and ate her toast, hazel eyes watched her. So the blonde noticed how her face managed to keep a soft blush on her cheeks and how the other girl kept a certain level of focus on her face even when she did something as simple as take gently nibbling on her bread. Belle was always soft spoken and she was glad to see that her manners didn’t disappear, even when she was feeling a little less like herself. 

Rounding the counter, Quinn closed in on her assistant, invading her space as she rested the back of her hand on the girl’s cheeks, then her forehead. “There’s nothing you need to repay, this is for my own peace of mind as well as your well being.” She touched the back of Belle’s neck before readjusting her hair and moving back to her original spot across from Belle so she could finish her coffee. “Once you’re done I can show you to your room for the night.”

A chill ran down Belle’s spine. She could feel Quinn’s eyes on her, and it made her so nervous. What if she was making sure that she wasn’t making a mess? But Belle was too tired to care much at this point. She looked up and into Quinn’s piercing eyes when she felt around her face. Goosebumps rose on her skin when Quinn moved the hair around on her neck. “Thank you,” she whispered, finishing up not long after. “Do you have something I can wear by any chance? I don’t want to ruin this dress,” Belle asked quietly, wiping her mouth and hands of any crumbs.

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At Belle’s request, Quinn turned on her electrical tea kettle with a flip of a switch and opened her pantry to pull out an assortment of teas the other girl could choose from. “My suggestion is Earl Gray, but it’s up to you of course.” Quinn preferred the taste of coffee and turned on the coffee pot for herself. Quinn simply smiled at Belle’s words. She was always proud of the things she was able to possess and she enjoyed showing off those few times it was permitted. 

After two cups were retrieved from cupboard, Quinn stayed silent and went to work on toast for her guest. By the time the toaster popped out slightly toasted bread, she was pushing that as well as the prepared cup of tea towards the brunette. She leaned on the counter, sipping carefully at the hot liquid in her coffee cup and hummed at the comfort it provided her. “Eat up, Belle. I’m sure it will make you feel better.”

“I’ll take Earl Grey if you recommend it,” Belle smiled with a slight blush to her cheeks. Though, the blush was partially from still being slightly tipsy and a bit dizzy. She balanced herself on the bar stool and watched Quinn walk around the kitchen. The blonde herself in a way that convinced you that she owned every room she walked into. She did own this room, and every other room in the house, but even at the club and around the office. The woman demanded respect without having to even ask for it. Sometimes Belle felt like she had to be on her knees for the woman util she was told otherwise.

“Thank you,” she whispered, unaware that her cheeks had gotten redder at the idea of being on her knees for Quinn. She took the toast and tea gently, biting into the crunchy bread delicately. “How can I repay you for being so nice to me?” she asked, wiping crumbed from her mouth a bit shyly.

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Quinn enjoyed being successful and while she was never one to hide it, she also felt that it was hers to enjoy the way she wanted to. That meant that not a lot of people got to enjoy her spoils because not a lot of people have been able to experience it. Belle was one of the few people to be invited back to her place, which meant something. And while Quinn wouldn’t say it, her house staff certainly noticed. Quinn just smiled at Belle’s question, taking it as a rhetorical one and led the way inside. 

They stepped into her foyer, which sat in the middle of a double staircase that curved and met at the focal point which happened to be a chandelier that took three years to get right. Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she veered right, through her sunken living room, and up the couple of stairs it took to get into her kitchen. The lights flickered on with the command of her voice and with the same voice, she told Belle to sit at the counter as she opened her refrigerator to scope out something viable to eat. “Do you prefer tea or coffee?” Quinn asked as she pulled out the sugar and cream before letting the fridge door close.

Belle’s mouth hung open the whole walk through the house. And it was just the foyer, living room and kitchen that she saw. There was a whole other side of the house and floor that she hadn’t seen at least. “Uh, t-tea please,” she stammered, a little distracted by how glamorous the space was, making herself comfortable at the counter on a stool. She was almost afraid to touch anything in fear of ruining it and having it come out of her paycheck to replace it. Something as simple as leaving fingerprints on the shiny marble counter tops had her nervous. “I’ve never been in a house this big before. I don’t think I’ve even seen a house this big before in real life.”

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At Belle’s repeated comment, Quinn held her hand up. She didn’t like explaining herself more than once. “That’ll be enough of that.” Her words were pointed, but not sharp and her expression remained the same. Quinn’s eyes moved over Belle once before she turned her attention to her phone. Any emails and correspondence she needed to take care of for the night, she wanted done before she got home. She planned on giving much of her attention to her assistant and didn’t want to stretch herself too thin. It was a short car ride however, and in about 20 minutes time, they were already pulling into the outer gates of her property. Another minute or so and they were pulling into the curved drive way that dropped them off right at the entrance. “That will be all for tonight, you may park the car.” Then with that, Quinn was leading the way to her front door. 

Belle zipped her lips shut at Quinn’s firm dismissal of her words. She knew at this point that she was going home with Quinn and that was that. There was no fighting it. Then again, she couldn’t really understand why she wanted to fight it in the first place. She didn’t like inconveniencing people, but she was just curious and smitten enough to stop fighting it. “Wow,” she breathed lightly when the driver pulled up to Quinn’s house. She knew that Quinn was a powerful and successful woman, but the house in front of her exceeded her expectations. Following her up to the door, Belle glanced around in awe, as if this whole night hadn’t already felt like a crazy dream, here she was about to enter the biggest, fanciest house she’d ever seen. “You live here?” she asked, mentally kicking herself for such a stupid question once the it had left her lips.

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Confident that the other girl would follow, she didn’t bother turning around to make sure. Quinn maneuvered her way through the crowd with expertise, trusting that her assistant was following close behind. Still, she was caught off guard when she felt warm fingers wrap around her own and she resisted the urge to pull away. Quinn was always the one who initiated contact and didn’t take lightly to people who broke that rule, but a small part of her liked that Belle was comfortable enough to reach out to her. Quinn remained connected to her assistant until they reached the car, she would wait until later to set Belle straight. The driver opened the door for them and the CEO led the way into the black SUV. Once they were situated, Quinn set the course. “Home.”

Belle hadn’t thought anything about taking her hand or how she would react. She just didn’t want to get lost. But she followed her out and to the car, giving a shy smile to the driver, thanking him quietly before climbing into the SUV. A shiver ran down her spin once she was seated and heard Quinn give command with just one word. The confidence and power that Quinn exuded was so inspiring, but intimidating at the same time. Belle still couldn’t believe that she was even associated with someone like her. “You really don’t have to do this,” Belle said quietly, even though she knew that there was no changing Quinn’s mind.

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Quinn kept a straight face, allowing Belle to say what she needed to say before taking command of the conversation again. “If I thought you were going to impose, I would have never made the offer.” Her words remained neutral as she waited for Belle to join her. She smiled at the added comment turned back to face the still hesitant assistant. “One thing you should know about me, Ms. French, is that I only do what I want to do, not what I have to.” Quinn turned on her heel and started towards the door. “Now come, you don’t want to keep me waiting.”

Belle’s cheeks flushed dark pink at Quinn’s smile, of all things. It wasn’t often that she saw the blonde smile. She worked in fashion. And was the CEO of a major magazine, so she was used to seeing her always so serious. She wanted to think about it a little more, but she found herself trailing after her boss before she knew it, following her around like a puppy. There was a bit of a crowd before they reached the door and Belle didn’t want to be separated from her, so he reached out for her hand. She was still a bit tipsy, so she didn’t think much of it. She just didn’t want to lose Quinn in the crowd. 

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Quinn sighed. People always commended her for her patience and her ability to keep calm but she was neither patient nor calm, she just had tremendous control over her emotions. The same was exhibited as she watched Belle verbally beat herself up. Quinn decided that she was in too fragile a state to scold, but Quinn wasn’t going to coddle the behavior either. “I decide when you’re not representing me in the way I’d like, not the other way around.” The blonde checked her watch and took a quick look around the venue. The party was coming to an end and she’d already made her rounds to everyone that mattered. After signaling for her body guard to call for her car, she brought her attention back to Belle. “There’s no way I’m letting you be alone in this state.” Quinn was purposeful in tone as she stood up. “You’ll be coming home with me.”

Belle tried to hide the few stray tears that slipped down her cheeks. Why couldn’t she just be normal and confident? She just wanted to be a good assistant. She was good at her job, but being social and making people look good? Not so much. It wasn’t until she heard Quinn demand that she went home with her that Belle picked her head back up. “W-what? No, I-I couldn’t impose on you like that, really...” Was she serious? Belle had never set foot in Quinn’s office confidently, how was she supposed to go to her house without acting like a bumbling idiot? “I’ll be fine, you don’t have to.”

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With a firm voice, she responded to Belle’s words. “I’m going to need you to stop apologizing, Belle. That’s only necessary when you’ve done something wrong, have you done something wrong?” Quinn allowed the question to hang in the air as she signaled for the waiter to bring them some water. She wondered if it was the alcohol or if it was something going around the office. Either way, she was committed to taking care of her assistant. She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it came to be, but there was a sort of responsibility she felt for Belle, an ownership she assumed ever since she upgraded her from first floor receptionist to her own personal assistant. When the waiter came back, Quinn picked up the glass and handed it to Belle. “Drink this.”

“I’m sorry,” Belle blurted instinctively after Quinn’s firm instruction. Maybe she hadn’t done anything wrong, but she felt like she had. She took the drink of water when it was offered, and thanked her quietly, taking a few small sips. It made her feel a little better, but she was still a bit dizzy. And the embarrassment and confusion over her feelings weren’t helping either. “Maybe I should just go home. I’m not exactly...representing you well right now,” she sighed, “I don’t want to make you look bad.” She finally raised her blue eyes to meet Quinn’s intense green ones. The fierce green gaze sent a shiver down her spine.

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It took Quinn by surprise when she caught Belle in the corner of her eyes stumbling backwards. Immediately, she reached out to her assistant, hand wrapped around her slender wrist. There was a moment of concern and worry, but it wasn’t shown in her facial features, only in the way she pulled Belle close to her once more so she could study her face. Her notion for Belle not to apologize was on the tip of her tongue, but was cut off by the way the other girl’s immediate reaction to look at the floor. Like before, Quinn pulled her face up by her chin and noticed exactly how pale her skin looked. “Obviously you’re not fine,” Quinn scolded before pressing the back of her hand to the girl’s forehead. “Tell me what’s bothering you the most,” she added, focusing on Belle’s eyes.

Belle gasped a little again when Quinn pulled her close and tilted her chin up to examine her. “J-just my head, I’m really dizzy,” she practically whimpered. Her eyes caught sight of Quinn’s lips just in front of her and she couldn’t help but cast her eyes away again. Because truthfully, she wasn’t sure that the alcohol was the problem. Having Quinn so close, caring for her but also being so firm with her...it was messing with her head, giving her feeling she’d never had before. “I’m sorry, I really am, it’s probably just nerves,” she stammered. She was so embarrassed, her cheeks flushed under her pale skin as she tried to focus her eyes on anything but the woman in front of her.

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It took a while for Quinn to release her hold on Belle. It wasn’t until the man was completely out of sight and the sound of chatter started up around them once more that she dropped her arm. Quinn’s security fell back and it was as if nothing happened. It wasn’t new to them for Quinn to flex her power the way she did and she was sure they appreciated such a powerful client. Not just with her money, but with the way she presented and defended herself and those who meant anything to her. They’re job mainly consisted of standing around and driving her to events. 

Quinn shook her head nonchalantly at Belle’s appreciation. “It was no problem at all. His behavior was far beyond inappropriate and seeing as how I made you accompany me tonight, it was my job to keep you from unwanted attention.” The blonde took a sip from her champagne before turning to face her assistant completely. “Are you alright?” Quinn asked, true concern in her face.

Belle was a bit woozy. Maybe it was the wine. She was on her second glass already and it never took long for alcohol to affect her. Maybe it was the protective hold that Quinn had on her waist. It made her feel safe and protected, which she hadn’t really felt since moving to the city. Especially being a homebody so far from home. Quinn’s perfume could have been the culprit. It was strong, but not overbearing. A scent that Belle couldn’t put her finger on, and probably an expensive brand she’d never even heard of. Whatever it was, she was weak in the knees.

“I’m fine, thanks. Just a little...lightheaded,” she smiled a bit at her. Quinn’s hand was gone from her waist, but she was still standing so close. Paranoid, she took a tiny step backwards, stumbling just a bit. She had to remain composed. If she didn’t present herself well, she’d let Quinn down. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, looking down at her shoes. Now her stomach didn’t feel so well. She probably should have eaten something before coming here.

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Quinn did her rounds when she first arrived at the venue. Anyone who was worth talking to, she already had a moment with. If anyone wanted to have a word with her from this point on needed to come to her. She had full control over who was allowed in the VIP section and while some people’s presence bothered her, it was good for business. And Quinn always did what was best for her business. It was the only way she was able to fight her way to the top. 

At any fashion party in New York, there was always the men that got too drunk and felt as though they were entitled to things that didn’t belong to them. And when this happened, Quinn never hesitated to remind them that wasn’t the case. The CEO was a natural at being aware of her surroundings and she felt the disturbance as soon as the man slipped into the booth beside Belle. She ended her conversation with a journalist with a smile and turned her attention to her assistant.

She moved her hand to wrap around the brunette’s small waist, momentarily letting her gaze wash over her before bringing hazel eyes to the man that was uncomfortably close. “Surely you have better things to be doing than bothering my assistant.” Her tone was calm but firm. In his drunken state, the man tightened his hand into a fist and that’s all it took for Quinn’s body guard to approach them. Quinn held up her other hand to stop him, her arm tightening around Belle to bring her closer, and eyes still on the man that was trying too hard to be intimidating. “There’s no need to intervene, he was just leaving. I’m sure he realizes by now that his invitation as my guest no longer stands.” 

Belle couldn’t help the little yelp that escaped her when Quinn’s hand found her waist. She had a lot of tension building up inside her from the drunk man in front of her. She was lost in her own thoughts on how to let him down easy and let him know she wasn’t interested. Covering her mouth quickly with the tips of her fingers, she ducked her head a bit shyly as her boss defended her. She wasn’t a fan of conflict or confrontation.

The brunette wasn’t sure whether her trembling and tinted cheeks were from the fear of what this drunk man would do or say after being told off, or if it was all from standing so close to Quinn, literally being held tightly to her side like a possession. It was most likely a bit of both, but she had to admit that seeing Quinn be the intensely confident head bitch type to protect and stand up for her had her weak in the knees.

She glanced back and forth between the body guard and the man who had been bothering her, wondering what the outcome of this would be. But she was surprised to see the creep unclench his fists with a shake of his head and make his way out of the VIP section. “Thank you,” Belle said meekly to the blonde, brushing hair from her own eyes. Why was she so lightheaded?