He was a man's man. He was built like a running back, muscular and tall. Mariana was positive his body fat percentage was in the single digits. He kept his ebony hair trimmed on a regular basis but not to the point he was considered metrosexual. He had tailored suits and shopped at a mix between top designers and Target. No one could tell the difference on what he was wearing, why did he care? Scott Reed. A perfect gentleman and could probably smooth talk a lesbian into sleeping with him. He would be at ease playing some basketball on court like he would be watching some sappy chick flick at home with his girl. He was both intelligent and suave – a panty-wetting combination. It only took five minutes to be alone with a woman before she was offering to have his children. At the moment, Mariana couldn't stand him. She wasn’t sure what his intentions were when he stopped by her apartment, but it was pretty clear it wasn’t just to return her gifts. If he wanted an explanation, he was going to get it.
