It's been a week since Alison has been here staying with me and I'm beginning to think she has some sort of feelings for me. I only say that because her eyes can't seem to stop from checking me out whenever she thinks I'm not paying attention.

Not to mention, she gets nervous whenever I get close to her which I love. Maybe, I can eventually tell her who I am and she will be okay with it? I just don't want to scare her away when I finally have her living here with me.

"So, I was thinking we go shopping?" I suggest to Alison who is sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in her hand. Her hair is slightly messy and she has no makeup on.

"Shopping for what?" Her eyebrows scrunch together in an adorable way.

"For you. You need more clothes and a cell phone so you can keep in touch with your friends back in Rosewood." I inform her but she shakes her head.

"I don't want you to spend money on me when you don't have to." She protests, getting upset. She's going to have to get used to me spending money on her. It will be my job to provide for her once she agrees to my contract.

"I want to and I am going to rather you like it or not." I say in a jokingly manner, even though, deep down, I am serious. She sighs.

"Fine but just know, I don't like it." She sticks her tongue out at me like a two-year-old which makes me laugh.

**

After an hour goes by, Alison is ready to go. Luckily, I had a few clothes laying around for her size. She didn't ask why I had them which I am thankful for.

"Ms. Marin, can you bring the Porshe out front for me and Ms. Dilaurentis to go into town with." I speak into the mouthpiece that I use to communicate with Hanna in a professional way.

"Not a problem, Ms. Fields." Hanna speaks right away.

"Are you and Hanna close?" Alison asks me with a curious look on her face.

"We are good friends, yes." She nods her head.

"Is she single or dating someone?" My heart sinks. Is she into Hanna?

"I'm not sure." I lie. Hanna is single, I just don't want Alison to know that.

"Oh okay." She nods her head before looking me in the eyes again. I tend to get lost in them which isn't like me. "Is she straight?"

Why does this question bother me so much? Before I can snap at her, Hanna's voice interrupts me.

"The Porshe is ready to go."

Alison immediately walks to the elevator and presses the button, dismissing our conversation like it didn't just happen. Letting it go, I walk to the elevator and walk inside it when it opens after Alison.

The ride down is silent. Alison only stares in front of her, but my eyes stay trained on her. It's hard to figure her out and I don't know why. One minute, I think likes me, and then the next, she doesn't.

"Take a picture, it will last longer." Alison jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

"I want to do more than just take a picture." I reply back with all seriousness. Alison tenses at this. This is the first time I have been straightforward with her. I'm tired of pretending that I don't have any sexual desire for her.

Alison turns her head and looks at me with a glint in her eyes. "Enlighten me." Her voice is low, sexy.

Without hesitation, I push Alison against the wall of the elevator. A gasp escapes her perfect pink lips as her eyes glance down at mine. Her breathing picks up as I inch closer to her face.

"If this elevator wasn't about to open, I would fuck you right here, making you scream my name." My voice is barley above a whisper as Alison's breath hitches in her throat. I don't think she expected me to say that.

"That's too bad." She challenges me with a grin, her confidence showing once again. The elevator opens before I can say anything. Alison pushes me off of her and walks out with her head held high.

Damn.

**

Alison had been quiet all the way to the mall which surprises me. She normally isn't this quiet. She always has something to say. I wonder what she is thinking about that has her mind held captive.

Her fingers dance around each other as her eyes stay trained on the outside world. She seems to be in deep thought. Or maybe she's not even thinking at all.

Is she missing home? Does she regret coming back?

"Tell me about yourself." I randomly say. I can't take the silence. I want to hear her voice. She turns her gaze away from the window and looks at me with a small smile.

"There's not much to know about me." She responds but continues. "I work at the brew which I still want to continue working at. I called in for a few weeks. Um, I love to sing even though I'm not that good at it." She bites her lip as she thinks of something else to say which I find hot as fuck. "I'm an only child. My mother died when I was young." She frowns at this. "And that's about it." She shrugs her shoulders as she stares at me as I do the same.

"What do you like to do for fun?"

"It's my turn to ask a question." Alison states with a hint of enthusiasm. That's a little scary. "What made you decide to do what you do?" She raises her eyebrows in a cute way.

"What do you mean?" Does she know about my lifestyle? Is that why she has been so quiet?

"Your job. What did you think I was talking about?" She lightly laughs.

"Right. My parents actually. They told me that I would never amount to anything in life when I was younger since I was who I am so I moved out. I proved them wrong three years later." I shrug my shoulders like it's not a big deal. Alison nods her head.

"What do you like to do for fun?" I immediately look back at her, my eyes search her body and then back to her eyes. She immediately blushes. "Besides that!" She slaps my arm in a playful way as she bites her lip.

"I engage in certain activities for fun." My lips form into a slight grin.

"Fine, keep your secrets." Alison sighs but smiles immediately afterward. Her eyes stay locked onto the side of my face as I drive. "I can't figure you out." I turn to see she has a serious expression on her face. "One minute, I think I have, but then the next, I'm right back to square one."

"That's probably a good thing."

Alison goes to say something but shuts her mouth. The rest of the ride to the mall is filled with silence.

**

"I am not coming out, Emily!" Alison argues for about the tenth time since I sent her in there to try on a cute little black dress for me. I hate it when she argues with me. I can't stand it. I just want her to do whatever I say whenever I say. Why is it so hard for her to do that? It's frustrating.

"Then I'm coming in." I state, taking out one of the keys in my pocket that goes to all the dressing rooms.

"The doors locked." I smirk. I knew she was going to say that. I quickly unlock the door and slip in. "Emily!" Her voice is full of shock. "How did you get in here!" She covers up her cleavage that is showing enough to turn me on.

"I own this mall." My mouth shuts as I eye her up and down. The dress is a few inches above her knees which was to be expected. Holy fuck, Ali.

"Don't look at me!" Alison complains, trying to cover herself up which is adorable and annoying at the same time. How can she not see how sexy she is in this dress or in anything for that matter.

I want to change that. I need to change that. I don't want her thinking negative thoughts about herself. I walk over to Alison and grab her arms and pull them away from her chest. Surprisingly, she let me do it.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you are in this dress?" Alison shakes her head, her eyes wanting to leave mine, but she holds them there. "You make me want to shove you against this wall, pin your arms above your head so you can't stop me from ripping this dress off of you."

Alison doesn't say anything but she doesn't have to. I can tell my words affected her as much as it did me.

Why do you have this effect on me, Alison?