Spencer’s POV

I thought those were the only questions that could make my head hurt worse. But I was definitely proved wrong as Ashley moved in her sleep and the covers came off her tan body.

Ashley was completely naked.

“What the fuck!” I screamed, pretty damn loud. Ashley’s maid came hurrying into the room, thinking something was horribly wrong.

“What’s the matter Ms. Carlin?” she asked, panicked.

“Oh…i’m sorry! I just couldn’t find my…” my eyes scanned Ashley’s clean room. “…cell phone! And I’m waiting for a call.”

“Oh alright.” She said, looking suspiciously at Ashley. “I’ll come back later and see if you girls need anything.” She then hurried out of the room. Thank god. Sooner or later she would have noticed Ashley’s boobs hanging out.

“Spencer?” Ashley whispered sleepily, removing her eye cover from her head. “Why were you yelling?”

“Oh…um…well Ash…” my eyes drifted down to her chest, and shockingly I could feel heat rising from my core. What is wrong with me?

She noticed the direction of my gaze and her eyes popped open once she realized she was naked.

“What the fuck!” she exclaimed, quickly covering herself with the high thread count sheets.

“That’s what I said idiot!”

“well, why did you undress me last night?” Ashley asked.

“um…I don’t remember if I did but we were both drunk as hell.”

“do you remember the limo ride home? Cause at least I remember that…”

And then it all came flooding back to me…

“Spenncerrrr…” Ashley slurred into my ear, almost spilling her cocktail on her expensive channel ballet flats. “Aiden just fucking left without me!!”

I brought my martini up to my lips. “dude, his dad just got charged with possession of cocaine. And he was just about to launch a new business deal. I don’t think aiden is in the mood for this party, let alone getting a room with you.”

“Meanie!” She said punching me playfully in the arm. Damn, i must be pretty drunk if her light smack almost made me fall on my ass. And you know what else I’m noticing? Ashley looks so hot tonight. Her brown curls are falling to her shoulders and she’s wearing a strapless, white marc Jacobs party dress.

“Ashley…we are both sooo drunk. And this party is lameeee anyways! Why don’t we call the limo driver to drive us back to your house?” I suggested.

“Sounds like a good idea babe!” she said, grabbing my hand as we stumbled out the door and into the limo.

Ashley, being the klutz that she is, fell on her back onto the seat of the limo, dragging me on top of her. We were both laughing hysterically, wrestling, until a sudden jolt in movement cause my thigh to go in between her legs and hit her center.

“Mmmm…” Ashley gasped out. Being as drunk as I was and hearing her moan like that, I could feel myself getting wet. Surprisingly, Ashley grabbed the back of my head, pulling me into a heated kiss. Our tongues battled for dominance as her hands went to my ass pulling us closer. I moaned into her mouth, getting wetter by the second. My hand was making its way between her legs when the limo came to a stop.

“we’re here ms. Davies” the limo driver exclaimed from the front seat.

Ashley looked at me licking her lips asking, “wanna continue this in my bed?”

“Definetely.”