"Who's Francesca?" I ask as we ride the elevator up to her loft. Of course she has the penthouse suite.

"The maid my mom hired me." She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. The elevator dings and the doors open.

"Holy crap." I breathe out as I enter the massive suite. Who wouldn't want to stay here? I glance around taking in the vastness of the place. I think I've seen enough big things today.

"Ms. Davies." An older woman, with pale white skin and gray hair appears from behind a wall.

"Francesca what are you doing here?" Ashley asks walking over to the woman.

"Oh, Mrs. Davies told me to-"

"I don't care what my mom says, Francesca." Ashley shakes her head, putting her hands on the old woman's shoulders. "You don't actually have to come in. You'll still be paid, I promise." Ashley tells the woman.

"Oh no no, I can't do that." She shakes her head.

"Yes you can." Ashley nods. "And you will. Now go home, you have a family you could be with right now."

"But I wouldn't-"

"I'm not taking no for an answer Frannie now go." Ashley shoo's the woman towards the elevator. The woman looks scared, I would be too if I worked for Christine. She's kinda scary. Ashley shows the woman out before heading back in the living room to me. "That's Francesca." She tells me rolling her eyes.

"This place is amazing." I say, looking around. It's so huge and...huge. I grab my camera from my bag and start snapping pictures.

"It's okay." She shrugs and sits down on her red couch. "Do you always carry that with you?" She asks with a raised brow.

And yes.

I did say her red couch.

I know right?

"Duh." I don't even bother turning to face her as I continue to snap pictures of any and everything. "Are you kidding me, this place is-"

"Not me." She cuts me off, patting the spot next to her on the couch. I sigh, wanting to take more pictures but how can I deny Ashley right now? I place my camera down on the table and take a seat next to her on the couch.

"Can I ask you a question?" I turn to her and ask as I sit down next to her.

"Mhm." She nods, pulling me closer to her. My back is now to her front.

"Why don't you want to live here? I get you saying it's not you but I mean, this place is amazing."

"I don't want to owe them anything." She states simply.

"Your mom, is she-"

"Crazy? Pushy? A psycho? Yup." She purses her lips and nods. I chuckle and shake my head.

"She's not that bad."

"Honestly Spencer, she's the worst."

"So you turn down living in this amazing place just because you don't wan to owe your parent's anything?" I question just for clarity.

"It's more than that. I guess I just, I don't want them to feel like I need them, cause I don't I have my own money and my place. I don't-"

"So you live with Lexy like permanently?" I question, cutting her off.

"I mean, I guess. If I'm not staying with one of the guys or Stacy then yeah, I'm at Lexy's." She nods as I turn to look up at her.

"Does Lexy know about this place?" I ask, turning back around.

"No." She replies softly. Of course she doesn't.

"Does she know you're rich, at least?"

"I'm not rich, my parent's are rich. But no, she doesn't know."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Do you love Lexy?" I turn and look up at her.

She bites her lip and sighs. "Yes." She finally says. We both grow quiet, neither of us knowing what to say now. I'm not really sure why I even asked her that. What was the point? "You love Stacy?" She asks, breaking the silence. I can practically hear the smile in her voice.

"Shut up." I turn around and slap her on the arm.

"What I'm just asking." She says holding up her hands in defense. "You totally do don't you?" She questions with a raised brow.

"Ashley Davies, I do not love Stacy." I get directly in her face, inches from her lips. "I love you." I whisper. A smirk creeps onto her lips. Almost like she knew that would make me say it. I take my bottom lip in between my teeth, wanting nothing more than to just kiss her right now.

"Are you gonna kiss me or what?" She questions, snaking her tongue out to lick her lips. It's my turn to smirk now, knowing how much she wants my lips on hers. I should torture her.

Tehe.

"No." I state simply, lifting up from her.

She narrows her eyes at me, deciding if I'm joking or not. When I'm almost completely off of her she grabs me by the collar of my shirt and pulls me back down.

"Kiss me now." She whispers harshly and I can't tell you the things that just did to my body. I lick my lips as she pulls my face in connecting our lips in a lust filled kiss.

The ringing of my phone pulls us out of the kiss. I groan and lift up from Ashley, taking my phone from my pocket. Oh, great! It's Stacy. I hold up my index finger to Ashley and excuse myself to another room. I hear her phone ringing as I walk out. I guess both our girlfriends sensed something.

Wait... is Stacy my girlfriend?

I mean neither of us have officially asked the other person but we all know how lesbians are. We meet one day and we're moving in the next.

"Hey Stace." I answer the phone, trying to sound cheerful.

"Hey baby." She greets me.

"I thought you were hanging with your parents today?" I ask.

"I am. I just wanted to hear my girlfriend's voice for a moment." She says and I can practically hear the smile in her voice.

Oh crap.

I guess she is my girlfriend.

I sigh inwardly. Could this get anymore complicated?

"Aw, babe. That's so sweet."

"I miss you." She tells me and I can't help but feel a little guilty.

I've been so wrapped up in Ashley I barely thought of Stacy. At least not enough to miss her.

"I miss you too."

I'm really upset that I'm getting so good at lying.

She sighs in appreciation to the words I just told her and another onslaught of guilt washes over me.

"Okay well, I gotta go. Talk to you later."

"Okay." I reply and we hang up. I finally release a sigh as I stuff my phone back in my pocket. Under any other circumstance, Stacy would be the perfect girlfriend.

To some other girl...

Some girl that isn't in love with Ashley.

Some girl that isn't me.

I walk back into the living room to hear the end of Ashley's conversation. "I love you too." She tells Lexy and I can't help but feel a tad jealous. "Stacy?" She questions and I sit back on the couch next to her. Oh she doesn't get to be jealous! At least I'm not throwing out 'I love you's' left and right.

"Yeah." I nod. "Lexy?" I question. Like I even have to ask. She only nods. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I take it out thinking it's a text from Stacy. And I'm guessing Ashley did too from the way she backed away from me. I roll my eyes and check my message. "It's from Madison." I say, like I have to explain myself.

'Bad thunderstorms has our plane delayed until tomorrow afternoon. I'll call you later.' The text reads.

"Everything okay?" Ashley asks. I look up to her and nod.

"My friends plane just got delayed, that's all." She raises a questioning brow at me. "The ride I needed later, it was to the airport to get them." I tell her and she nods in understanding. "Maybe next time you should listen to my request before you agree to do it." I smile at her. "What did Lexy want?"

"She's staying in Vegas another night with her boss."

"Oh." Is all I can think to say.

"You know I was thinking." She says, pulling me closer to her. "How would you feel about staying here tonight?"

"I thought you never wanted to stay here." I say with a smirk.

"I changed my mind." She shrugs.

It would be nice to hang out with her without feeling even guiltier for being in Lexy's house.

"Okay." I nod and smile.

She bites her lip and nods. "Okay then."

Another night alone with Ashley...great.

–

"Spence you figure out what you want to do yet?"

I just grunt out some form of a response.

I'm too enthralled to use words right now. I flip through the list of amenities in this place. My choices are so vast I don't know which one to do first.

I practically begged Ashley to stay in and indulge on the luxury that is the Ritz Carlton because I mean seriously…this is like a once lifetime chance here.

It's like a Charlie in the Chocolate Factory situation right now.

Best four letter word…

No not love…silly romantics.

It's free!

She doesn't have to pay for any of it. None, nada, zero, zip, niente…okay you got the point.

Nothing.

That was the last one.

So here I am on Ashley's emperor bed…it's too huge to be a king. I swear you can fit the whole Duggar family from that show nineteen kids and counting on this bed…What number is she on anyway? Kid twenty two? That lady needs to get her tubes tied.

Sorry too excited to focus.

I feel her eyes on me and as much as I hate to do it I look up.

Once I see her face I forget why I didn't want to look up sooner.

She's smiling softly at me and I bite the inside of my lip to keep from smiling too wide.

She leans against the front of the bed and buries her fingers in my hair.

I'm on my stomach with my legs crossed at the ankles balanced in the air.

"You figure out what you want to do yet?"

"There's so much I don't know what to pick first!"

And I'm back looking down at my options.

"Well we can do whatever you want. We've got the whole day." She sits next to me and leans over my back, her arm keeping her balanced on the other side of my waist. She places a soft kiss on my head and looks over the list with me. "What were you thinking? There's the gym." I snort and she giggles.

Do I look like I like to work out? "Okay no gym, there's a private screening room we can go see a movie."

I squeal with intrigue. I quickly stop as I notice Ashley cross her legs, the action simple, yet she makes it the sexiest thing in the world. My mouth goes dry as she slips her warm hand under the back of my shirt slowly gliding her hand back and forth.

I look up at her surreptitiously and she just continues her motions as if it's something she's done forever. I look back down at the paper not telling her to stop.

"Oh what about a massage!" I point down at the Spa section and all it's offers.

"I could give you a massage Spence."

She slides her hand a little higher up my back and applies more pressure. The thought extremely appealing…

"Nah I want a big Russian lady with a name like Helga to really get the kinks in my neck out, I've had a really stressful year." She erupts in laughter and I continue to look at all the options. "Thai message, Scrub and Wrap, Four Hand Massage ooooh that sounds like fun, Mud Bath bet it feels weird and amazing at the same time, Drift to Sleep could seriously go for a good nap. Oh Ash exfoliating with a milk bath do you think they use real milk? What if a person was lactose intolerant? Sucks for them huh?" I didn't take a breath that whole time. Don't judge me! You know if you were in my situation you'd be just as excited. "Hey! Jet lag therapy we could do that!" I slam my finger down on the paper in glee as I look up at her.

"We're not jet lag." She states matter of factly.

I smack my lips in protest. "So?!"

Ashley shakes her head at me and smiles. "You're so cute."

I roll my eyes obnoxiously and get up to sit on my knees. Ashley's hand drop from my back in the process and I really don't like my new decided movement.

I count off my fingers at my mental to do list as I tell Ashley what I'd like to do while we occupy her apartment for the night.

"Massage, movie screening, dinner you want to add anything?"

She's looking at me with an arched brow.

"Is there any more hours left in the day?"

I playfully smack her and leap off the bed as I get ready to indulge in my first professional massage…and its free!

"These are the best mashed potatoes ever! They must have grown these potatoes in heaven or something because they are so yummy." I say as I take another bite of my fluffy goodness.

This has to be the best day of my life.

I know people always say that when they have good days but no. This is seriously the best day of my life.

First we went to our massages it was a bit awkward since they thought we wanted a couple massage and in couples massages you see the other person naked. I'm not opposed to seeing Ashley naked and that's the problem.

I'd like to see her naked.

Very much.

I'd like to see her very much naked under me.

See the problem?

So anyway a professional massage is really all it's cracked up to be. Sadly I did not have a Russian lady named Helga but the masseuse I did have…hands of a goddess. I think she massaged me for ten minutes before I passed out and when she was finished I floated off the table.

I did too float!

Then I had the mud bath and I was right it feels strange and amazing all at the same time. Who knew getting dirty actually would help your skin.

Just in case you were wondering…milk baths have real milk in it.

After much persuasion and by much I mean little because it seems Ashley cannot withstand my pouts, side note for future reference, we had our jet lag massage.

I can stand any time difference now! I bet if I go to China I'd be wide awake to eat some lo mein then come all the way back here still seizing the day. But who needs to go all the way to China when you've got Wolfgang Puck and his restaurant just a few floors down.

Can you tell I'm in a good mood?

Cause I am.

"I can't believe you got the chef to make you mashed potatoes in an Asian restaurant."

I just shrug taking another bite.

"I've got good people skills." I answer.

My smirk makes her chuckle. I sigh in awe of the girl across from me.

I love her.

I know I shouldn't but she's amazing, she does things to me. Makes me feel something I didn't even know I could feel. Yeah I loved Carmen but Ashley…she's in a league of her own.

Her voice, her laugh, her personality she's more than I could have ever imagine the perfect person for me would be.

I watch as she narrows her eyes looking at me curiously.

"Why you staring at me?"

"Because you're the most beautiful person I've ever met."

She ducks her head down embarrassed and I just reach across the table linking our hands together.

She whispers a 'thank you' and we go back to our dinner in a comfortable silence.

–

"All I'm saying is that Rose should have sat Indian style or something. There was plenty of room on that door."

The elevator dings and I walk out in a huff. Ashley's laughing behind me and I see nothing funny about this situation.

"You've seen this movie before why do you still get upset when Jack dies?"

We just saw Titanic at the screening. It was the one with alternate ending.

Apparently the ending… not so alternate.

"It was an alternate ending!"

She laughs at me as I through my hands up in the air.

I'm pouting.

Freaking Rose.

Ashley walks towards me and wraps her arms around me. I do the same without any thought and sigh.

"It's all Rose's fault." She coos and I petulantly throw in a 'yeah'.

She buries her hand in my hair and nuzzle my face into her neck. It's even smoother because of the mud bath and then the milk bath.

"I know what will make you feel better."

–

"So no one told you life was gonna be this way…" We clap in time with the theme song as another episode of friends comes on the television.

The television by the way is hidden in the dresser and Ashley had to press this tiny remote to make it come out.

We're on our second episode and she's right, I do feel better.

It's not the show though, even though FRIENDS is awesome.

Lying in her arms seems to be my greatest source of comfort.

I'm nestled into her side as she lightly grazes my arm.

I can hear her heartbeat and it puts me even more at ease as it reassures me she's not a figment of my imagination.

I didn't dream up this perfect girl.

She's here with me, our legs tangled together as we lie on her bed.

Things cannot get anymore perfect.

I don't know what comes over me.

Maybe it's the amazing day, maybe it's this moment, or maybe my lips no longer follow my brain's orders as I gently drag them over the nape of her neck.

She groans in pleasure and it eggs me on more as I place a firmer kiss.

"Whatcha doin?" She asks, I can hear the smile in her voice, but I don't bother to answer as I drag the tip of my tongue slowly up her neck and gently suck on her pulse point.

She hisses and it makes the bottom of my stomach warm slightly.

I smoothly shift my body to lie on top of hers and her hands grip my waist.

I look down at her and her eyes have become a little bit darker. I'm sure mine are as well.

She pushes some of my hair from my face and guides my head down.

Our lips quickly fuse together and Ashley wastes no time in sliding her tongue against my bottom lip asking for entrance which I quickly grant.

One of us moans at the contact of our tongues. Maybe it was both of us, but I can't think right now as she gently sucks on my tongue.

I would curse right now at how good this feels but my mouth a little preoccupied.

We break apart to catch our breaths and I bite her bottom lip softly and see her smirk.

She masterfully flips our positions and I wasn't turned on before I sure as hell am now, as she pins both my hands above my head, sliding her free one under my shirt.

She drags her nails down the smooth skin of my stomach and I whimper a little at the absence of her lips.

She remedies that by capturing my lips again and my whole body is buzzing.

She slips her leg between mine and the pressure of her thigh against the ache between my legs sends off jolt of electricity.

I grind my hips into her as we continue to lose ourselves even deeper into each other.

I swallow the moans that erupt from her mouth and she moves her mouth to assault my neck. She kisses her way down and the hand she had under my shirt changes direction, moving south and I quickly snap my eyes open.

What the fuck am I doing?!

What the fuck are WE doing right now?!

She feels my body tense and I guess she reads my mind and realizes what we're doing is wrong as well. She quickly pushes herself off of me and then sits up on her knees. She rubs her palms against her thighs. One of which I was just grinding on.

I'm so fucked!

And not it a good way.

The laughter from the television show fills the silence between us and I glare at the TV.

Oh fuck you FRIENDS!

Ashley sighs and backs up completely off the bed. I pull my knees up to my chest, forcing my body to calm down.

I feel like I could explode at any moment and the look on Ashley's face is saying she does too.

"Let's do something else." She says quickly, turning towards the TV. Apparently FRIENDS is an aphrodisiac of some sort.

"Yeah." I nod, jumping up from the bed. I look around the room, searching for something...anything that could take my mind off how much I want her right now.