"Hi, my name is Jean and Ashley Davies broke my heart." The petite redhead announced to the room filled with women. There were women of different nationality, age, and body type but they all had one thing in common: they were all very attractive, and every one of them had at least slept with Ashley Davies. Let's just say that it was a sizeable group.

"Hello Jean." The room chorused together.

"Please Jean, share." Spencer Carlin, the leader of the group asked politely, crossing her feet at the ankle. Spencer was the only one in the room who hadn't slept with Ashley. She'd never even met the woman. But she was a clinical psychiatrist who had been assigned to this position and it paid well, so here she was, running an Ashley Davies support group.

"Well, my friend got us back stage tickets to her concert a few weeks ago. She was so nice, so charming. I didn't even realize what was going on until I found myself in her hotel room." Jean said, but at this point she burst into tears. "It was wonderful, really. But when I woke up she was gone and there wasn't even a note!" Some of the women groaned in sympathy and Spencer fought an eye roll. She really didn't see how these women continuously fell for the rock star. Along with the name "Ashley Davies" comes a warning label that the hot young millionaire didn't do relationships. She was purely in it for the fun of one or two nights and then she was gone again.

"Thank you for sharing Jean," Spencer said, as the women sitting around the newest member patted her back or offered her tissue. "Well, that about wraps it up for today ladies. Same time next week," The women all stood up but stayed in the room, talking and hitting on each other. The young blonde psychiatrist made her exit though, shaking her head thoughtfully.

"Dr. Carlin!" A male voice called to her and she glanced up, smiling at the sight of Peter standing on a step stool as he fixed a light. He was an old maintenance man for the building she worked in and one of Spencer's favorites.

"Hello Mr. Peter. I'd love to stay and talk but I have a coffee date to get to."

"Of course child, don't let me hold you up." He called, waving his hand dismissively as she hurried down the hall and out the side door. She was meeting her best friend Carla for coffee a few blocks down so she decided to just walk instead of trying to find a parking spot in the LA traffic. It was a nice November day and the sun was shining warmly without being overbearingly hot. She made it to the coffee shop in about fifteen minutes but as she was walking in someone nearly ran her over trying to get out. The result was a boiling cup of coffee spilled all over Spencer's long sleeved t-shirt, burning her slightly and bringing about cuss words that a pirate would be proud of.

"Oh my God, I am so fucking sorry!" A raspy, warm voice cried, immediately reaching out as if they could reverse what just happened. Spencer pulled the rapidly cooling shirt away from her body and sighed, shaking her head.

"Don't worry about it." She muttered, resisting the urge to get upset.

"No, really, let me make it up to you. I can get your shirt dry cleaned, or buy your coffee! Or just buy you a new shirt altogether. Or hell, all three!" Spencer finally looked up, almost smiling at these offers but the smile was immediately replaced by shock as she met the warm brown eyes of Ashley Davies.