A/N: First off, thanks a lot to those of you who read my story. You rocks!! Also thank you very much to XxGetOverItxX, WillowOn3, Cyberbaby and Baley-fo-life for your reviews. I really appreciate that :D
Ok, here's a new chapter. Kinda short but hope you like it. Please read & review.
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Chapter 3
It's been three days since I first met her, Spencer Carlin. God! Even her name was beautiful and sexy, unfortunately that's all I knew about her. Yeah, Ashley if you didn't get tongue tied like that, you might know her more than just a name.
Speaking of that day, I must look like an idiot. I was just standing there looking into her eyes and stuttering. It's like I completely fell under her spell. Those beautiful blue eyes, her nose, her lips and that smile all together, God! That's the most amazing composition I've ever seen. She's a masterpiece! Spencer is the reason that I couldn't focus on my job. Last night when I was making a blueprint, I was preoccupied with her. And to top it all, I was now in the elevator and wrapped up in her again. Ugh! I hate myself for being like this.
I didn't know why I was so attracted to her. Me as a 25-year-old woman, I could say I'd seen tons of beautiful girls and women. But Spencer was different. She made me feel something the moment our eyes locked.
"Ashley??" Huh? Is someone saying my name? I turned around and saw a girl I didn't know. I looked at her trying to recall my memory. I couldn't see her face clearly because she's wearing black cap and Ray Ban aviator sunglasses. Maybe she had classes with me at Princeton or something.
Ashley: "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude but have we met before?" With that she smiled and took off her sunglasses.
Spencer: "It's me, Spencer. We met at Kyla's cafe. Remember?"
Ashley: "Ooohhhh! It's you. Um...Of course, I..um..remember you. Sorry that I didn't recognize you. You look..umm...different today." Damn! I'm stuttering again.
Spencer looked completely different from the day I first met her. That day she wore white tank and shorts but today she was wearing dark grey band T-shirt, faded ripped jeans and a pair of old sneakers, completed with aviator sunglasses and a black cap. She looked kinda badass but that's absolutely freaking hot to me!!
Spencer: "ha ha that's fine. I didn't recognize you either. I was not sure at first because you're different too."
FYI, I wore a black suit with a white shirt and high-heeled shoes. I dressed formally because I had the meeting with our customers today.
Ashley: "Right. Anyway, um, what're you doing here?" I asked her. Ah! I could form words finally!! Easy Ash!!
Spencer: "I got a gig at the fashion magazine. I'm a freelance photographer."
Ashley: "Really? Wow! That's, um, awesome!"
Spencer: "How about you? Work here?"
Ashley: "Yes, my office is on 28th floor. It's a design & construction firm. I'm an architect by the way."
Spencer: "Cool!" She said with a smile.
Man! I wished my office were on 50th floor so that I could go on talking with her. No No No, I really wished the elevator stuck. Seriously! That way we would be trapped in it together. BUT unluckily, my wish would never come true when I heard the ping. Noooo, I don't want to leave. I wanted to talk with her a little longer.
Spencer: "Here we are 28th floor."
Ashley: "Right." I mumbled to myself.
Spencer: "Bye Ashley." Geez, I'll be missing this raspy sexy voice.
Ashley: "Bye Spencer." I reluctantly exited the elevator. As I was about to walk away, Spencer called me so I turned to her immediately.
Spencer: "You looked really cute in the apron by the way." She flashed her signature smile and winked at me before the elevator doors closed.
Spencer's words completely froze me in my tracks. Right! That day at the cafe' I was wearing the apron and she thought it's cute?? I took a glance at the mirror next to the elevator and saw that my face turned five different shades of red. And I know it's not the magic of MAYBELLINE or something.
OMFG! I'm blushing like a teenage girl. I'm a miss independent. I'm always confident. No one could make me blush. Never! What's wrong with me? OK, I'd better see a doctor. Who knows? Maybe he would diagnose my malfunction as "Spencer effect"!!
TBC
