Ashley's POV:

It's been a week since the day I met Spencer. Usually two weeks after initially meeting a girl, I'd have taken her on a few dates and gotten lucky. Hell, at least I'd have her phone number or know her last name. This Spencer chick seems a lot more complicated than the other women I've been interested in.

I've seen her three times since I met her, including the staring competition I'm currently having with her abs. So perfect and toned. Ugh, focus Ashley. Anyways, the first three times were during hot yoga class where she failed to even acknowledge my presence. When I tried to talk to her after class, she made an excuse and took off. I'm seriously beyond frustrated.

"Spencer, wait up!" This is an all too familiar feeling as I jog out of the gym into the parking lot.

"Yes, Ashley?" Her tone is extra annoyed this morning.

"Hi, Spencer," I flash her my best smile before continuing, "Do you want to grab coffee or something?" I actually hold my breath, anticipating the blatant rejection.

"Why should I get coffee with you, Ashley?" She asks loudly and it catches me off guard. She could just say no. Her blue orbs are burning holes into my skull.

"The better question is why wouldn't you?" She looks like she's actually searching for a legitimate answer. I decide to take a chance because I don't know if this girl is ever going to look at me again and I might well give this my best shot while I still can.

"You should get coffee with me because I'm unlike anyone else you've ever met. And from the little shot you've given me to get to know you, I can already tell that so are you," I tell her sincerely. I'm surprised that that's how I honestly feel; I'm not bullshitting..for once.

"I've heard and read enough to know that isn't true," She scoffs. Ouch, that kind of hurt. She doesn't even know me.

"You know what? Never mind. You don't even know me and you're judging me based on what you've heard about me when you have the chance right in front of you to find out who I really am for yourself," I say my piece and walk straight passed her, fumbling through my purse for my car keys.

I start my car and inhale deeply. I am so angry at this girl. But I'm more angry at myself, the fame and the fortune are great but having the world so deeply involved in my personal life is infuriating. A knock on my window interrupts my thoughts. I look over and decide to lower it.

"Ashley, you're right. I'm sorry. I'm jumping to a million conclusions about you and not even giving you an opportunity to defend yourself," Spencer finishes and I can see a blush forming on her cheeks.

"It's fine, Spencer. I'm used to it," I tell her a bit harshly and start the engine.

"Let me make it up to you," She rushes out placing her hand through the open window, which stops me from raising it.

I stare into her deep blue orbs and find the sincerity I'm looking for. She looks genuinely sorry and I know I'm being a bit of a drama queen. Ughhhhh, she looks so cute when she feels bad.

"Spencer, it's really fine. We're not friends you don't owe me anything," I finish and lower my gaze, away from hers.

"Ash, let me just make it up to you. I'll take you to coffee. And maybe after this we can be friends," Spencer says quietly. I can hear the pleading in her voice though I'm not convinced she wants any association with me. But the sound of my nickname coming from her mouth is enough to give in to the blonde-haired beauty.

"Alright," I kill the engine and grab my hand bag. Spencer stares apologetically as she opens my door. In that moment, my heart can't help but swoon.

Spencer asks for directions to my favorite coffee shop. Apparently, she's new in town and only knows of one by the corner of her condominium complex. She bought me my favorite frap and bought herself one too. Our small talk flowed easily as we made our way to a small table in the corner of the crowded shop.

"So Spencer, why Miami?" I add a bad Hispanic accent for emphasis and smile at the gorgeous woman in front of me.

"Well, I heard Ashley Davies lives here and I thought maybe moving to this overpopulated city would give me the opportunity to meet her," She teased.

"Oh, so you took a job as a comedian?" I bantered back without hesitation.

"Nope, actually a state attorney," She smiles and takes a sip of her drink.

"You're pretty funny, Spencer, and really lucky I have a good sense of humor," I threaten her playfully.

"That part wasn't a joke," the words fell of her lips slowly. My eyebrows stitch together and she recognizes my confusion.

"I'm Spencer Carlin, new Miami-Dade County Assistant State Attorney," she says as she reaches out across the table to shake my hand.

My mouth drops open in most likely pure horror. Spencer's a lawyer..for the freaking state. Ugh, totally uncool. But it does explain why she wanted nothing to do with me.

"So you like prosecute people?" I ask dumbly.

"Um, yeah. Pretty much," she answers unsurely. "Well you see I haven't officially started yet so I'm not completely sure how it works but basically what I got from the interview is that I'll spend most days, almost all day, in court prosecuting crimes that occur within the county," she finished slowly, giving me time to process.

"So like murders and rape cases and things like that, you'll be the attorney representing the state?" I ask.

"Well yes, that's what other assistant state attorneys' do, but I'm just starting so I have to start with like misdemeanor and traffic crimes."

I can tell she's uncomfortable talking to me about this but I mean if we're going to be "friends" she's got to get over it. Even though, I feel a bit awkward having this conversation too.

"Is that your dream job?" I inquire, kind of surprised she was about to take on such a serious role.

"That's a good question. I guess I don't really have an answer though..it's yes and no," she says thoughtfully.

Not wanting to prod any further, I just let her iffy answer slide. I smile instantly, watching Spencer Carlin, Assistant State Attorney, lick whip cream from her upper lip as she stares out the window.