Chapter 3:
Whitney hopped into her new favorite pair of Gloria Vanderbilt jeans, pushed her curls up and placed a headband on her head. She straightened out her off-the-shoulder, cropped violet sweater and sighed with content. As much as she loved wearing the beautiful gowns and sexy dresses, Whitney always felt the most content in her jeans and a t-shirt. After getting some much needed rest the night before, she was in a much better mood. On top of that, she had received the call from her secretary that Kevin Costner had found her bracelet and wanted to return it to her. Her prayers had been answered and she was so grateful that Kevin had been so nice to want to personally contact her about it. When her team told that he had the bracelet, she immediately insisted that she meet with him to personally thank him.
A few minutes later, she got a buzz downstairs that Kevin was on his way up to meet her. Whitney took another look in the mirror, assessing her entire. Do I look okay? She asked herself, her almond shaped brown eyes staring back at her. Why am I tripping so hard? He didn't come to check me out! She slightly chuckled aloud, feeling silly. Whitney had to admit that she had found the brief encounter she had with Kevin Costner to be very intriguing. He was quite handsome, even though he was typically not her taste nor age, and he seem to have some personality. And with the exception of a few interesting men that she had dated or messed around with both in and out of Hollywood, she had not been impressed with the potential men (no matter their race) that tried to court her. Most tried to impress her by saying corny lines and tripping over themselves to say the right thing to her. She guessed that men approached her in that way because of what they saw of her in the public thus far- a glitzy little diva. In actuality, Whitney loved her subtle side and for her guys to just be themselves at all times.
As soon as she heard a knock on the door, Whitney came over and opened it. There stood a smiling Kevin, in loose jeans and a fitted black shirt, which gave a hint to his tight physique. He wore a pair of designer shades on the top of his head and a pair of simple Reeboks. Oh damn…. She caught herself thinking. She hadn't expected to be so knocked away by his simple, yet confident demeanor. Quickly pulling it together, she cleared her throat and smiled back. "Hey there Ms. Houston. Excuse me, Whitney I mean. Are you looking for this by any chance?" he dangled her bracelet in front of her face and she couldn't help but let out a small squeal before taking it from him. "You have no idea how much I have been worried about this!" she told him. "My daddy gave this to me on my 18th birthday and it means so much to me. How can I ever thank you for getting this back my way?" "Seeing your reaction is thanks enough," Kevin graciously said. "I have really got to get this taken down to a jewelry shop and have them fit it more tightly!" Whitney told him. After looking down at her bracelet for a few more seconds she said "Where are my manners? I can't believe I have you standing out here. I was raised better than that. Come in!"
"I really don't wanna impose on you, as I'm sure you have a lot going on. Besides I have a plane to catch." Kevin replied, although he really did want to come in. "Just for a few minutes? If you can?" she found herself asking. Kevin smiled as he came in. "I think I can space out a few."
Whitney closed the door, gesturing for him to have a seat. "Can I get you something to eat? Something to drink?" Kevin settled into the plush loveseat. "I'll take a drink please. A soda or something, I'm not picky. Although, it's funny you mention that. I still owe you something to drink from almost knocking you to the floor the other night." Whitney laughed from the kitchen as she grabbed a Diet Coke. "Oh trust me, you wouldn't have knocked me down. I may be slim, but I'm strong enough to hold my own!" "Now that I don't find hard to believe." Kevin told her. "I'll bet you are just as strong as your amazing voice is." "Thank you." Whitney handed him his drink, trying not to blush. She couldn't believe that she was blushing over his compliment; she had begun to hear this from quite a few people. But it sounded different coming from his mouth. "And thank you again for taking the time to bring this back to me." Kevin shrugged it off. "It was my pleasure, really. I'm just glad we got it back to it's rightful owner." And beautiful he thought. She looked naturally radiant, even in casual attire. Kevin actually thought she looked kind of sexy the way she was pulling off the off the shoulder sweater, exposing her sculpted shoulders…