Hey people, sorry it's taken so long. It's finals for the next two weeks so I've been wrapped up. Some of you have been complaining about the length of the chapters so I tried to make this one longer. I don't always have time to write a bunch at once but I'll try to do better, the updates might just be further apart. Anyways, read and review. :]
Spencer sighed and had to fight a smile as the next girl broke down in tears after confessing that the number Ashley had supposedly given her was the number to the rejection hotline. After meeting the rock star the stories that the girls told were hard to believe in some cases, but even more believable in others. It had been a week since their meeting in the coffee shop and she was beginning to wonder if she should've taken another approach.
"Well girls, the main thing you have to remember is that Ashley Davies is a known womanizer. The idea that you can change that is a popular one, but also very rare. So, same time next week? You all know my office numbers if any of you need to talk." Spencer ended the meeting as the girls all stood or socialized. She wasn't in a rush today so when some of the girls surrounded her, asking her various questions she didn't blow them off. So, it was nearly an hour later when she finally got to her office in the top floor of the five floor building. This is where all the offices were and Spencer's was at the very end of the hall. It was small but she had a window and a love seat, along with her desk and enough clutter for a house. She walked through into the small space and laid her folder down on her desk, going over to look down out of the window and watch the foot traffic below.
"You know, you're a pretty hard person to track down." The voice made her jump out of her skin and she whirled around, prepared to… run. Her shoulders visibly relaxed when she realized that it was Ashley, sitting on her couch and idly flipping through a year old magazine. She was just as achingly beautiful as last time. She was wearing worn out jeans and a simple black V-neck but even so, she almost took Spencer's breath away.
"How'd you get in here?" Spencer asked, finally finding her voice.
"The janitor let me in after I told him that I was your date." The brunette shrugged, a vague smile on her face.
"My what?" Spencer practically yelled, making Ashley laugh. She wasn't exactly out at work. It could damage her professional reputation, especially if her dates were showing up at the office.
"I'm just kidding Spence, or should I say Doctor?" Ashley teased, making the blonde girl roll her eyes. "I asked where your office was, they sent me up here, and the door was unlocked so I came in. Why? Are you ashamed to be my date?"
"Well I wouldn't be, but I'm not your date so it doesn't really matter. And how did you even find me?"
"My old body guard Erin is now a detective. I asked her to look you up for me. You didn't show up at first but after some searching we found you. Spencer Carlin, born and raised in Ohio but you moved here for college, you're a clinical psychiatrist and apparently a very mysterious one. I couldn't find anything that you actually treat. You have two brothers, one whom is still in Ohio and the other somewhere in Florida."
"All of this is in the system?" Spencer asked, disbelievingly.
"Nope, but it is on Facebook. You should really fix your privacy settings." The blonde couldn't help but laugh at this.
"You are such a creeper." Spencer shook her head, making the brunette shrug.
"I don't back down from a challenge and when the government failed I had to resort to Facebook." The blonde couldn't help but laugh again, "So, now that I've found you, I think that you should come out with me. Let me take you to lunch." The doctor stared at her for a second, an eyebrow raised. Ashley just looked so damn hopeful and so damn sexy in her v neck that the word slipped out before she could realize what she was saying.
"Okay,"
Spencer still hadn't caught onto what was happening except that she was, for some reason, locking her office door and following Ashley to the elevators. The brunette looked mighty pleased with herself and her smug smirk was starting to make Spencer feel as if she'd made a mistake. Maybe she should've made the rock star wait a little bit longer? "Well", She reasoned with herself, "Just because we're getting lunch doesn't mean anything. She still hasn't gotten anything." This thought comforted the blonde and before she knew it Ashley was holding the passenger door of her Maserati open for her and she slid in onto the cool leather.
"What kind of food do you like?" Ashley asked, starting up the car as she slid into the driver's side and started to slowly pull out of the parking lot.
"Everything but Chinese food." Spencer answered easily, making the brunette gape at her.
"How do you not like Chinese food?"
"It's disgusting."
"You obviously have just had some shitty Chinese. I'll take you somewhere nice and it'll change your mind forever."
"Don't waste the money," Spencer laughed, shaking her head. "I'm perfectly fine with hating Chinese food."
"Fine," Ashley whined, pouting playfully. "How about Italian?"
"I happen to love Italian."
"Great! Because I happen to know someone who makes the best Chicken Marsala in town."
"Oh really? Then why are still sitting here?" Spencer asked playfully, making Ashley grin. After this the two sat in a surprisingly comfortable silence. Spencer didn't question where they were going until Ashley pulled the car onto an obviously residential street. "Exactly where is this place?"
"My house," Ashley answered cheekily.
"You tricked me!" The blonde accused, narrowing her eyes though the smile never left her face.
"Come on! What if I promise to be good?" Ashley pouted, her grin shining through. The doctor looked at her suspiciously but finally agreed as the brunette pulled up to her gate. She typed in her pass code and the gate slowly opened allowing the pair admission. Ashley's house was anything but quaint. It was four stories of modern architecture and windows. It was absolutely huge. Spencer knew from magazines and TV that Ashley had two more residences, a pent house in New York and a house in Italy but she stayed at her LA house more than anywhere. She parked the car in front of the door and climbed out, commanding Spencer to stay put so she could run around the open the door for her. The blonde couldn't help but smile at this gesture as she followed Ashley into the house.
Her house was nicely decorated and ridiculously clean. She led the way back through several rooms into a huge kitchen. There was an old, severe woman stocking the refrigerator.
"That's Ms. Hawks, she runs my house." Ashley explained before grabbing Spencer's hand, pulling her through the kitchen and out onto the veranda. Spencer's breath caught at the sight of Ashley's backyard. It was beautiful, there were plants everywhere but right in the center was an infinity pool and when that cut off there was the ocean, the huge blue expanse of it. "Gorgeous, right?" The brunette questioned, smiling at the awestruck look on Spencer's face. The blonde had forgotten that her hand was grasped in Ashley's until that point and the moment was getting too romantic for her comfort so she subtly slipped her hand out of the rock star's grasp and pretended to scratch her arm.
"So, is Mrs. Hawk this fantastic Italian cuisine master?" Ashley laughed and shook her head.
"That's all me baby," The brunette bragged, dusting imaginary dust off of her shoulder. Spencer laughed at this and shook her head.
"What is this, 2003? Who does the shoulder dust thing anymore?"
"Hey, hey, don't hate on my moves."
"I wouldn't if you actually had any of these so called moves."
"Ouch Blondie, that one hurt." They both laughed at this point and Spencer was glad that Ashley had put away her pick up lines and attempts to get into her pants; at least for now. This Ashley was fun and had an easy smile that in turn made Spencer's smile appear. "Come on, I'll show you my fantastic cooking skills."
Spencer was honestly surprised by how well the day was going. They had flirted easily while cooking, and Ashley had started to open up about tiny things about her life. Spencer knew she was on uncharted territory here. Every single woman in her group had said that Ashley had studiously avoided any talk about her personal life, no matter how long the two talked. Yet here the blonde was, listening to Ashley talk about her childhood with her rock star dad and alcoholic, distant mother. She didn't get into anything too heavy, just small facts here and there that were starting to give Spencer a bigger picture.
"Okay, stop using your doctor understanding thing to make me talk!" Ashley laughed, making Spencer chuckle.
"I haven't been doing anything!" She protested, shaking her head. They were sitting on the veranda, picking at the rest of the pasta and drinking a white wine that was apparently Ashley's favorite.
"Yeah yeah, there's something about you that makes me want to talk but now it's your turn. Tell me about yourself."
"What do you want to know?" Spencer asked, her third glass of wine making her smile quick and easy.
"Everything," Ashley said simply, unintentionally making Spencer melt a little.
"There isn't much to tell," She shrugged, "you found all the big points already you creeper." Ashley laughed at this and shook her head, filling Spencer's glass again.
"What kind of psychiatrist are you?" The simple question made Spencer nearly choke on her sip of wine.
"I'm not allowed to discuss that," She said coyly, trying to play it off. Ashley just laughed and shook her head, leaning back in her chair to fix Spencer with a smirk.
"I'll let you get away with it for now, but eventually it'll come out." Ashley teased, making Spencer swallowed heavily. That's what she was suddenly afraid of.