It was nearly midnight when Ashley reached the door of her room. For the past two hours she’d been drinking steadily. Celebrating. It wasn’t every day you won a WTA championship, she reminded herself as she searched for her keys. And it wasn’t every day a woman had a half dozen women and men offering to share their beds with her. She gave a snort of laughter as she slid the key into the lock. And why the hell hadn’t she taken one of them up on it?

None of them was Spencer. She shook away the thought as she struggled to make the doorknob function. No, she simply hadn’t wanted a woman, Ashley told herself. It was because she was tired and had had too much to drink. Spencer was yesterday. The hotel room was dark as she stumbled inside. If she was right about nothing else, she was right about having too much to drink. Through glass after glass Ashley had told herself the liquor was for celebrating, not for forgetting. The kid from the slum had made it to the top, in spades.

The hell with it, she decided, tossing her keys into the room. With a thud they landed on the carpet. Swaying a bit, she stripped off her shirt and threw it in the same direction. Now if she could just find her way to the bed without turning on a light, she’d sleep. Tonight she’d sleep—with enough liquor in her system to anesthetize her. There’d be no dreams of soft skin or dark blue eyes tonight.

As she fumbled toward the bedroom, a light switched on, blinding her. With a pungent curse Ashley covered her eyes, balancing herself with one hand on the wall. "Turn that damn thing off," she muttered.

"Well, the victor returns triumphant."

The quiet voice had her lowering the hand from her eyes. Spencer sat primly in a chair, looking unruffled, soft and utterly tempting. Ashley felt desire work its way through the alcohol. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"And very drunk," Spencer said as if Ashley hadn’t spoken. Rising, she went to her. "I suppose you deserve it after the way you played today. Should I add my congratulations to the host of others?"