“Ashley, stop day dreaming come on,” she says as she grabs my hand and drags me to the end of the bar. Between the two of us we finish off two martini’s, two cosmopolitans, and a shot of tequila each. Needless to say we were both feeling good. I feel a tap on my shoulder.

“Excuse me, but do you dance?” I look up and meet a pair of gorgeous brown eyes. These gorgeous brown eyes are matched up with an amazing smile and a lean strong body. The body of a man. A gorgeous man, but a man never-the-less. Not exactly my cup of tea.

“I don’t, but my sister does,” I say smiling at him and shoving Kyla into his arms, to which her drunken self more than willingly does. He looks me up and down, then at Kyla looking her up and down, nodding his head in approval then prances off with her.

“Thank god,” I mumble and order another drink. Why the hell not. I mean no one in the office will know that I’m hung over right? An hour later Kyla comes stumbling over with this guy hanging all over her. I’m disappointed because I really needed to talk, but who am I to be a cock blocker.

“Assshllleeey would you be mad if left with Aiden?” She says. So the player has a name. Aiden. I really don’t mind because I suddenly realize that if we were to talk I would probably break. I can’t afford to break down, not this late in the game. The game being my life in general.

“No, just call me tomorrow,” I say giving her a hug and Aiden a half assed smile. I sit down and spend the next half an hour or so finishing off my martini. Taking my time because the only thing I have at home is my bed. I am absentmindedly staring at my empty glass and I take the olive and put it in my mouth. I love those olives. I ask the bartender for another drink and I suddenly feel like I’m being watched. I look up and I meet one of the most beautiful faces I’ve ever seen in my life. But also one of the loneliest. My interest was peaked. She kept staring which threw me for a loop because I was aware that I was staring just as hard right back. A nice side affect of the the alcohol. I feel a smile creeping up on my face, to hide my embarrassment I nod to her and ask the bartender to give her the same thing I ordered, on me. She nods back at me when she received the drink which sent a spark threw me. What the hell was that? I’m not used to not being in control of myself, so in order to get it back I raise my glass and mouthed my name to her.

Why was I so affected by this girl. I’ve slept with plenty of gorgeous women, some that were prettier than her, with more confidence in themselves. I don’t know, something about her rattled me. Maybe because she reminded me so much of myself. Confused. Drunk. Sidetracked. I got so caught up in my thoughts I didn’t notice her walking over to me. My heart was pounding, I don’t understand how she could suddenly look so sure of herself marching over to me. I stared her down in hopes to calm my own nerves. She finished off the rest of my drink, grabbed the olive, stuck it in my mouth, then kissed me. It was short, intense, but it did the trick. Leaving me wanting more. She leaned into my ear and whispered “Spencer” then turned on her heel and walked away. I watched her jeans hug all the right spots and her hair bounce over her back. I was in trouble. Spencer had taken control of my mind.