“You look really really sexy in a power suit, like really, I’m regretting not doing the whole ‘lawyer’ role playing thing with you.” I burst into laughter even as a tingle went down my spine. I was surprised that she even remembered that night, I had completely forgotten about it.

                “Spencer? Are you here?” Ashley called into her apartment. She had left me there for an hour so that she could go get something for us to eat and even though I assured her that I wouldn’t leave she seemed to be insecure about it.

                “I’m in your room!” I called out from my spot on her bed. I had been flipping through an old magazine that I found on the coffee table in the living room and she walked in carrying a takeout bag that she sat carefully in a chair before she bounded over to the bed and curled up behind me.

                “I’m glad you stayed.” She said huskily in my ear before she kissed right below my ear. “What are you looking at?”                

                “How do you think that I’d look in a power suit?” I asked with a grin as she looked over my shoulder at the magazine.

                “Why? Ooh, are we going to play principal and naughty school girl? Oh! How about lawyer and the client who doesn’t have enough to pay for her services? Or how about-“

                “Is just plain Spencer not good enough for you?” I asked, fake pouting. In reality I would probably do any crazy thing that she wanted me to do if it meant that I got to be the one touching her. She smirked and rolled me over so that she was leaning over me with her hands on either side of my head.

                “Just plain Spencer doesn’t exist. Totally hot, smokin’ Spencer exists but I’ve never this “plain” Spencer that you’re referring to.” I laughed but looped my arms around her neck loosely.

                “You are so cheesey,”

                “Only for you,” She countered, leaning down to kiss me.

                “It better be only for me.” I taunted, flipping us over to that I was on top, making her raise her eyebrows raise in surprise.

                “Look at you Spencer; you’d be the best naughty lawyer ever,”

                “Yes well unfortunately I’m not a lawyer but a lowly photo journalist who had a very important shoot today. I never dress up for work, jeans and a t-shirt is my usual uniform.”

                “Well you look sexy in everything,” She said, making me blush but look down. “Why Spencer, have you gotten shy again after I worked so hard to bring you out of that shell?” She teased, moving closer to me. I swallowed the lump in my throat as she moved closer to me. She smelled so good, like vanilla and strawberries and something that was just uniquely Ashley. I knew that she wouldn’t do anything but I was starting to have doubts about myself.