"Achoo!" Meghan Chase sneezed. But Meghan wasn't sick; she was the top photographer at Nevernever Modeling Agency. She didn't get sick; couldn't. Meghan had to finish putting together Ash's portfolio. He was one of their best male models and if she couldn't finish his latest portfolio, he would pay her a visit. "Hello…" too late. Ash leaned against the door frame of her office. Meghan blinked at him; she could not deal with him right now. She had the mother of all migraines and if she didn't know any better, she'd think someone was trying to make her head implode.
"What is it, Mr. Prince?" Meghan asked tiredly.
"Oh never mind then, I just won't tell you, I'm imposing," Ash smirked. Meghan rubbed her forehead grateful that there would be a little less noise in the busy office building. She finished the portfolio and opened her desk drawer to look for some Tylenol. Not finding any, she settled for the bottle of Ibuprofen and swallowed a blue gel capsule with the aid of a swig from her bottle of water. "You know, you shouldn't do drugs at work." Meghan continued to ignore Ash as she stood and pushed her office chair back and walked to her closet. She opened it and took out her dark grey trench coat and dark gray and white scarf. Donning her coat and scarf, she shut the closet door and shuffled back over to her mahogany desk. Setting her brief case on the desk and opening it, she dropped a stack of photos in it before closing it. She picked up her black Prada purse from under the table got her brief case and picked up the portfolio before heading towards the door. "Aw, princess, you're no fun leaving so soon. I just got here and you haven't entertained me yet," Ash whined. Much to his disappointment, Meghan's only reply was to hand him the portfolio. She turned out the light and walked out the office. "You okay, princess?" Ash called after her.
Meghan walked out the elevator cursing the bright lights and exited the building. She began to walk home. It was cold and the air was sharp. Keeping her head down, Meghan tried to ignore the brightness of the sun and the loudness of the traffic. Her headache was now piercing and she could barely stand it. "Meghan!" someone called her. Why on earth did it have to sound a thousand times louder? Meghan collapsed clutching her head when Ash ran up to her. "Meghan! Meghan, are you alright?" Meghan flinched. "Meghan?"
"Shut up." She hissed through the tears that were now filling her eyes and threatening to fall. Ash decided that Meghan was not alright. He scooped her up bridal style and picked up her brief case and started walking towards his car. He drove to his loft apartment and carried Meghan inside. By this time Meghan's headache had only increased and she clenched her eyes shut. Wordlessly Ash set her on his bed (which was an amazingly squishy water bed) and sat next to her. He couldn't tell what was wrong with her, but something definitely wasn't right for Meghan to be like this. Tears began streaming down Meghan's face before she finally passed out.
Three hours later, Meghan woke up confused and oddly comfortable. She remembered the afternoon's events and realized that Ash was sleeping with his arms wrapped around her. She never would have thought that the she would have been taken care of by the seemingly cold and selfish model. Smiling at the thought, Meghan closed her eyes.