Early on Saturday morning, Emily rolled over on her couch and stretched out her muscles. Emily spent the next few minutes, lying on her back. She inhaled the scent of breakfast, coming from the kitchen. Emily certainly didn't mind having her mother cook for her these past few days. Once Emily felt somewhat awake, she swung her legs over the side of the couch and stood up. She ran a hand through her hair and slowly walked toward the kitchen, where her mother was standing over the stove.

"Morning, sweetheart." Pam said

"Morning." Emily yawned.

"Are you working today, honey?"

"Yeah, I have to get going here pretty soon. I've got kind of a busy day ahead of me. I'm going to be installing kitchen counter tops pretty much all day."

"Then you'll need to have a good breakfast before you leave. You have time to eat, right? I'm making blueberry pancakes."

"There's always time for pancakes." Emily chuckled. "But, I'm gonna go get ready for work, first."

Spencer had been sitting in her living room with her laptop that morning when Emily walked in the door.

"Good morning." Emily said, walking by the couch, where Spencer was sitting.

"Morning." Spencer smiled as Emily walked over to her crew, who were in the kitchen.

"Hey, guys. Sorry I'm a little late."

"No problem, Em." Chris said.

"I guess we should get started, can one of you guys help me carry in the new counter tops from my truck?"

"We'll go get them." Ben said, motioning to himself and Mike, who was standing beside him.

"Thanks, guys. Please be careful with them. It's imported Italian marble."

"You got it, boss." Mike said before he and Ben disappeared out the door.

"Chris, can you do me a flavor and get the door for those two?" Emily said, buckling her tool belt around her waist. "I'm gonna start on the island here."

"Sure, Em."

"Thanks."

Emily then pulled a utility knife out of her pocket and began cutting through the seal that anchored the countertops to the wood underneath. After a few minutes, Ben and Mike returned and set the new countertops down on floor. Spencer sat on the couch, peering over her computer screen at Emily, only pretending to type, if Emily happened to look up. Emily continued to work her knife around the edges of the kitchen island; when she eventually reached the other side, Emily flipped the knife shut. As Emily was about to slip the knife back into her pocket, she accidentally dropped it onto the kitchen floor. Spencer's eyes slowly sunk down to Emily's backside as the architect bent over to retrieve the knife. Spencer wondered if Emily had any idea as to how good her butt looked in her worn out dark-wash jeans.

"Here, Em." Chris said. "You lift up on that side and I'll get this side. I think we can probably get this old counter off without having to use the floor jack."

Spencer silently watched from across the room as Emily and Chris lifted the old counter up and off of the cabinets.

"Where are we putting this?" Chris asked.

"Let's just turn it on its side and lean it against the back side of the island here, where it'll be out of the way. We can get rid of it later."

Emily and Chris both walked the old countertop over to the other side of the island and carefully set it down on the floor. Spencer was very much impressed by Emily's strength, as the architect didn't even break a sweat when lifting the heavy granite counter top.

"Did the factory cut the new counter tops to size or do we need to do it?" Ben asked.

"I gave the manufacturer the exact dimensions, so I'll probably only need to do some minor sanding."
"Cool." Mike said. "Em, do you think we could maybe finish up a little early today? I have a date tonight and I was hoping to have enough time to get home and take a shower before I go out."

"Sure. Installing these counters is really all I have planned for today. As long as everything goes smoothly, I really doubt it'll take us the whole day. But, even if it does, I can always finish up on my own. You guys have been working really hard lately, I guess I could let you cut out early once."

"Thanks, Em. You're a totally awesome boss." Mike said.

"I do what I can." Emily smiled.

Later that afternoon, Emily's crew decided to take a lunch break, though Emily had opted to stay behind and remove the kitchen sink to prepare to replace the counter and install the new sink. Emily opened the cabinet doors underneath the sink and knelt down. She pulled a wrench from her tool belt and began to disconnect the water line from the faucet, only to be unexpectedly sprayed by a stream of water from the pipe.

"Son of a b…" Emily groaned as she reached for the shut off valve, next to the pipe.

"Damn it." Emily backed out of the space underneath the sink and wiped the excess water from her now soaked t shirt.

"Is everything okay?" Spencer asked, walking into the kitchen.

"Yeah. Everything's fine." Emily stood up. "I told one of my guys to shut off the water, but apparently he forgot. I guess it's my fault for not checking..."

"Hold on a second. I'll go grab you a towel."

When Spencer returned to the kitchen, she handed Emily a white, fluffy towel.

"Thank you." Emily said as she took the towel from Spencer and patted her face dry.

"You're welcome."

Although Spencer felt sorry for Emily at the moment, she couldn't help but love the way the architect's t shirt now clung even more tightly to her body.

"Your shirt's totally soaked. If you want, I could throw it in the dryer for you."

"That would be great. Thanks, Spencer."

Emily reached down, grasped her shirt from the bottom and pulled it up over her head.

"No problem." Spencer did her best to conceal a smirk as she watched Emily take her shirt off in the middle of the kitchen.

Spencer's eyes quickly darted from Emily's black sports bra, down her stomach as she reached out and took the shirt from the raven-haired girl in front of her.

"I'll uh...go throw this in the dryer. I'll be right back."

Spencer turned and walked out of the kitchen and into the laundry room. She tossed Emily's t shirt into the dryer along with a fabric softener sheet and turned the machine on the lowest setting possible, ensuring that she would be able to maximize her time allowance to enjoy a shirtless Emily. When Spencer returned to the kitchen, she found Emily lying on her back underneath the sink, as she continued to take apart the sink. Spencer walked over to the sink and gently kicked the bottom of Emily's boot with the toe of her sneaker.

"What's up?" Emily asked as she disconnected the garbage disposal.

"Are you hungry? I can make you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or something." Spencer said.

"I'm fine. I don't want you to go to any trouble for me."

"It's no trouble at all. I'm making one for myself anyway. So can I make you one too? And just say yes, you know you want one."

Emily pulled her head out from under the sink and sat up to look at Spencer.

"If you're making one anyway, then sure. Thanks a lot."

"Okay. It'll be just a minute then."

Spencer opened the refrigerator and pulled out a jar of grape jelly. She then went over to the cabinets, which all remained somewhat empty due to the remodel, but she was able to find a jar of peanut butter. As she began to make the sandwiches, Spencer looked over at Emily who was now bent over the sink, removing the faucet. Spencer's eyes wandered from Emily's toned shoulder muscles all the way down to the small of her back. When Emily finished with the sink, she turned around to look at Spencer. Spencer quickly averted her eyes, only looking up when Emily spoke to her.

"Is it okay if I use your bathroom to wash my hands?"

"Of course."

"Thanks. I'll be back in a second."

As Emily walked out of the room, Spencer went back to making the sandwiches. When Emily returned, she unbuckled her tool belt from around her waist and set it down on the counter near the sink.

"Come into the living room." Spencer said.

"Okay."

Emily followed Spencer into the living room and sat down next to her on the couch. Spencer set down the plate she was holding on the coffee table and picked up one of the sandwiches.

"These are for you." Spencer said, handing Emily the plate with two remaining sandwiches. Spencer also handed Emily a glass of milk.

"Thanks. You know Spencer, I really appreciate you being so nice to me and my crew. I know it can be pretty annoying having us practically take over your house."

"You guys haven't been annoying at all. You're just trying to do your job."

Emily set her glass of milk down on the coffee table and took a bite of her sandwich. Emily rolled her head from side to side and used one of her hands to rub her right shoulder, just below her neck.

"You okay?" Spencer asked.

"Yeah, I'm all right. My muscles are just a little stiff."

"Working too hard?"

"I think it's from sleeping on the couch these last few days since my mom's been in town."

"How much longer is your mom staying with you?"

"She's leaving tomorrow evening. I actually wish she was staying a little longer though. My apartment's never been so clean and I haven't had to cook once. Breakfast is ready when I wake up and dinner's on the table when I get home from work."

"Wow. Who needs a wife when you have an awesome mom?"

"I know." Emily laughed. "I'm pretty lucky, huh? She keeps trying to get me to move back to Texas though, I think she just wants someone to take care of full time."

"Can you blame her? You're her only baby. I'm sure she just misses having you at home."

"I guess you're right." Emily smiled, picking up the glass of milk from the coffee table.

"Do you want anything else to eat or more milk or something?"

"I'm fine, thanks. This is plenty. Do you think my shirt's almost dry?"

"You're not shy are you?" Spencer smirked. "Because you really don't need to be."

"Thanks." Emily smiled. "I don't really have anything to be shy about, you and I have the same basic anatomy… I'm just freezing…"

"You finish eating, I'll go check the dryer."

Spencer then got up off of the couch and walked into the laundry room. She opened the dryer and pulled Emily's soft, warm t shirt out, before making her way back to the living room.

"Here you go." Spencer said, handing the shirt to Emily. "It's nice and warm."

"Thanks a lot." Emily stood up from the couch and took the shirt from Spencer.

Spencer couldn't help but smile when she felt Emily's hands accidentally brush against her own, during the exchange. Emily held Spencer's gaze for a few long moments before speaking again.

"I uh…should really get back to work." Emily took a step back and slipped her shirt on.

"Okay." Spencer smiled.

Spencer sighed softly as she watched Emily return to the kitchen, strap her tool belt back on and continue working. A moment later, Spencer heard the front door open. She turned around to see Alison walking in, letting herself in uninvited, as she usually did. Alison closed the door behind her and walked over to Spencer.

"Alison? What are you doing here?"

"I'm bored. We're hanging out."

"Well, what exactly did you have in mind. I'm kinda busy."

"Busy with what?"

"I've got a huge book report due next week that I'm trying to work on."

"God, you're so lame. No one does homework on a Saturday."

"I do. This class is tough as it is. I can't afford to fall behind."

"Take a break. Let's go to the mall or something."

"I should really stay and work, but you can hang out here if you want."

Spencer walked back over to the couch, picked up her laptop and sat down.

Alison rolled her eyes and sat down on the couch, next to Spencer. For the next hour, Alison noticed that Spencer seemed to be very distracted. No matter how secretive Spencer thought she was being, Alison had caught her friend sneaking glances at Emily at least a dozen different times.

"Are you actually planning on writing anything?" Alison asked. "We've been sitting here for over an hour and you've barely typed three sentences."

"I'm just having a little trouble focusing."

"Oh really? I'm guessing it probably has something to do with that big hunk of eye candy in the kitchen."

"What are you talking about?"

"She's pretty sexy, don't you think?"

"Who, Emily? I haven't really noticed." Spencer said, nonchalantly.

"You haven't noticed?" Alison rolled her eyes. "Give me a break. You've been practically drooling over her since I got here. Admit it, you want a piece of that action, don't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not gay."

"Neither am I, but I'd still hit that."

"You're ridiculous, Alison. Can I just get back to this homework now?"

"Sure, but…"

"But what?"

"If you're not interested, then I guess you won't mind if I go talk to her."

"Leave Emily alone, she's busy."

"You're not jealous are you?" Alison smirked.

"Of course not." Spencer answered quickly. "She just has stuff to do. Besides, you're not even interested in women…"

"A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone." Alison said, standing up and walking toward the kitchen.

When Alison approached Emily, she stepped in front of the architect and stared her in the eyes.

"Hi, I'm Alison." The blonde said, as flirtatiously as she possibly could.

"I'm Emily."

"So…are you a contractor?" Alison asked as she placed her hands on the counter that Emily was working on and lifted herself up, until she was sitting on top of a slab of brand new marble.

"I'm an architect, but I guess you could call me a contractor too…I like to do a lot of work myself."

"So you'd say you're a pretty hands on type of girl?" Alison asked, crossing one leg over the other and leaning forward.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"You know, I'm pretty hands on, myself and I definitely wouldn't mind getting my hands on those abs." Alison pointed to Emily's stomach. "What do you say you show me what you've got under here." Alison reached out and grasped Emily's t shirt.

"I…uh…" Emily stuttered.

"Don't be shy, sweetie. Let's see."

Emily reached down and lifted her own shirt upward, revealing her tight and very defined abdominal muscles.

Alison then placed her hand on Emily's stomach and gently ran her fingers over the architect's abdomen.

"Very nice." Alison smirked, glancing over Emily's shoulder at Spencer, who looked very angry.

Unable to stand any more of Alison's shameless flirting, Spencer slammed the lid of her laptop closed and got up off of the couch. She walked into the kitchen.

"Alison. I changed my mind, I think I actually could use a study break. Let's go to the mall." Spencer said, trying desperately to hide her anger.

"Great. Let's go."

"Maybe I could get you to help me down?" Alison said, staring Emily in the eyes.

"Uh, sure. No problem."

Alison wrapped her arms around Emily's neck and raised her eyebrows at Spencer as if to say, "I know you're jealous." And the truth was, Spencer ws very jealous. She wished that she had enough courage to be that forward with Emily.

Emily placed her hands on the blonde's hips, lifted her off of the counter and set her down on the floor.

"Thank you." Alison placed her index finger on Emily's chin.

"Don't mention it." Emily couldn't help but smirk, slightly. "Have fun at the mall. It was nice meeting you, Alison."

"You too." Alison grinned, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she and Spencer began walking toward the door.