purse on her shoulder,
Ashleigh stood next to him.
"You were supposed to have dinner with my friend, and you’re not
even ready."
"I
can still get ready."
"It’s
too late. And for getting my ass reamed for you being gone, you’re not going to
the concert."
"Spencer!"
Ashleigh whined and stomped one of her feet. "Come on."
Spencer
crossed his arms over his chest as he looked her way. "My friend will meet
you in his hotel room at midnight instead."
"I
don’t like the sound of that." Ashleigh laid her head back against the
wall, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Shrugging her shoulders, a more excited
tone crept into her voice as she playfully pushed on Spencer’s shoulder. "But
guess what?"
"What?"
Spencer’s angry face turned up into a smile as she moved closer to him. He eyed
her lovingly, something she was trying to ignore.
"Guess
who I just saw?"
"Who?"
His smile quickly faded, staring down at his black dress shoes.
"Armageddon!"
Clapping her hands, she spoke louder than she meant too and let out an excited
giggle. "I got to meet Caleb! Like the Caleb Mason! The best singer ever! Oh my God! It was so awesome! He's amazing in person!"
"How
can you like that guy?" Letting out an annoyed huff, Spencer turned from
her and glared at the wall ahead of him. "He’s an arrogant, spoiled
asshole."
"He
is not," Ashleigh laughed. "He gives to charity."
"I
heard he’s gay anyway."
"Sure,
Spencer." Shaking her head, Ashleigh walked toward the elevator doors as
they opened. "You’re just jealous. Caleb's not gay…he likes women and…"
She grinned cheekily. "My books.”
"At
least I don’t have childish crushes on rock stars." Spencer shoved past
her, purposely hitting her hard in the shoulder. "And make them into
characters in my books."
Covering her mouth, Ashleigh stopped walking for a few seconds. She
watched him storm off with a dropped jaw.
"What are you doing?" Turning around, Spencer motioned for her
to follow him. "Come on."
"I’m coming." Ashleigh jogged a little to catch up to him. She
forced a smile as she walked side by side with him, playfully nudging his
shoulder. "If you think Caleb makes a good vampire, wait till you see how
I added you into my new book."
"Huh?" Spencer turned to her, a very confused look in his eyes
as he scanned her smiling face.
Ashleigh
laughed and walked faster, so she could get ahead. "Is this guy paying for
room service? Because I think I deserve a big juicy steak for supper."
Chapter Four
Ashleigh
was in her room getting ready for her meeting with Spencer’s friend. She was
told she had to dress up. Spencer didn’t approve of the conservative black
dress, sweater set, and Mary Janes that Ashleigh had picked out, and he made
her go out and buy something different. Even though she was very uncomfortable
in a cocktail dress, the high heels bothered her even more.
Spencer
wouldn’t give up the concert tickets he had gotten, and she was growing tired
of his instructions. He wanted to change everything about her—the way she
walked, how she spoke, and even did her hair. This infuriated her, and if she
wasn’t terrified of him, she would tell him where he could go.
"Hot
mama." Natalie wolf whistled when Ashleigh came out of the bathroom in a
tight, red dress that showed off her large breasts, something Ashleigh didn’t
like exposed.
Spencer
was staring at her, his jaw dropping a little as she walked over to them. His
eyes were glued on her hefty assets, a wicked grin on his lips.
Ashleigh
ignored Spencer’s reaction and sat down next to Natalie.
"It’s
eleven." Spencer tried not to look at Ashleigh’s breasts and chose to look
at the bed near her instead. "I’ll take you to his room, and you can wait
there for him to arrive." Ashleigh grabbed her army jacket. "And
don’t you dare wear that." He pointed to the door. "Let’s go."
Ashleigh
put on her heels and switched her jacket for a black sweater. She followed
Spencer down the hallway, pulling on the
Ashleigh stood next to him.
"You were supposed to have dinner with my friend, and you’re not
even ready."
"I
can still get ready."
"It’s
too late. And for getting my ass reamed for you being gone, you’re not going to
the concert."
"Spencer!"
Ashleigh whined and stomped one of her feet. "Come on."
Spencer
crossed his arms over his chest as he looked her way. "My friend will meet
you in his hotel room at midnight instead."
"I
don’t like the sound of that." Ashleigh laid her head back against the
wall, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Shrugging her shoulders, a more excited
tone crept into her voice as she playfully pushed on Spencer’s shoulder. "But
guess what?"
"What?"
Spencer’s angry face turned up into a smile as she moved closer to him. He eyed
her lovingly, something she was trying to ignore.
"Guess
who I just saw?"
"Who?"
His smile quickly faded, staring down at his black dress shoes.
"Armageddon!"
Clapping her hands, she spoke louder than she meant too and let out an excited
giggle. "I got to meet Caleb! Like the Caleb Mason! The best singer ever! Oh my God! It was so awesome! He's amazing in person!"
"How
can you like that guy?" Letting out an annoyed huff, Spencer turned from
her and glared at the wall ahead of him. "He’s an arrogant, spoiled
asshole."
"He
is not," Ashleigh laughed. "He gives to charity."
"I
heard he’s gay anyway."
"Sure,
Spencer." Shaking her head, Ashleigh walked toward the elevator doors as
they opened. "You’re just jealous. Caleb's not gay…he likes women and…"
She grinned cheekily. "My books.”
"At
least I don’t have childish crushes on rock stars." Spencer shoved past
her, purposely hitting her hard in the shoulder. "And make them into
characters in my books."
Covering her mouth, Ashleigh stopped walking for a few seconds. She
watched him storm off with a dropped jaw.
"What are you doing?" Turning around, Spencer motioned for her
to follow him. "Come on."
"I’m coming." Ashleigh jogged a little to catch up to him. She
forced a smile as she walked side by side with him, playfully nudging his
shoulder. "If you think Caleb makes a good vampire, wait till you see how
I added you into my new book."
"Huh?" Spencer turned to her, a very confused look in his eyes
as he scanned her smiling face.
Ashleigh
laughed and walked faster, so she could get ahead. "Is this guy paying for
room service? Because I think I deserve a big juicy steak for supper."
Chapter Four
Ashleigh
was in her room getting ready for her meeting with Spencer’s friend. She was
told she had to dress up. Spencer didn’t approve of the conservative black
dress, sweater set, and Mary Janes that Ashleigh had picked out, and he made
her go out and buy something different. Even though she was very uncomfortable
in a cocktail dress, the high heels bothered her even more.
Spencer
wouldn’t give up the concert tickets he had gotten, and she was growing tired
of his instructions. He wanted to change everything about her—the way she
walked, how she spoke, and even did her hair. This infuriated her, and if she
wasn’t terrified of him, she would tell him where he could go.
"Hot
mama." Natalie wolf whistled when Ashleigh came out of the bathroom in a
tight, red dress that showed off her large breasts, something Ashleigh didn’t
like exposed.
Spencer
was staring at her, his jaw dropping a little as she walked over to them. His
eyes were glued on her hefty assets, a wicked grin on his lips.
Ashleigh
ignored Spencer’s reaction and sat down next to Natalie.
"It’s
eleven." Spencer tried not to look at Ashleigh’s breasts and chose to look
at the bed near her instead. "I’ll take you to his room, and you can wait
there for him to arrive." Ashleigh grabbed her army jacket. "And
don’t you dare wear that." He pointed to the door. "Let’s go."
Ashleigh
put on her heels and switched her jacket for a black sweater. She followed
Spencer down the hallway, pulling on the
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