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Chapter 12: Let’s go

Anticipation is a funny thing. On the one hand it can heighten an experience making it better or more enjoyable. On the other hand it can make even the mundane almost unbearable. I never considered anticipation to be so dichotomous, but sure enough it is. I usually hate waiting for anything. I want it when I want it and I seldom have anyone challenge that. What I’m currently going through is different though. I find myself waiting and enjoying the wait because when I finally get what I want, it’s so much better.


“I don’t know where I’m going to take her, Aiden. It’s easy to take someone out in Orlando. But I don’t know Chicago as well as I do Florida.” Ashley said as she flipped through yet another tabloid she was in. There was a write up about her driving through a crowd of fans. They had her picture in a line up along with Brandy, Lindsey Lohan and Paris Hilton. She scoffed then threw it across the room.

“Why don’t you just take her out for dinner and dancing or something?”

“Dinner and dancing? I took her to Disney World, Aid. I can’t take her to Olive Garden and a club now. That would be so lame.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Why’d you have to start out on such a high note?” He laughed.

“I don’t know!” she exclaimed putting her head back on the couch and slapping her forehead. “We were there, I had an opportunity and I took it. I really had no choice.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, kiddo. Use your imagination and that endless pocketbook of yours. I’m sure you can come up with something special.”

“Yeah. Thanks for nothing, jerk wad,” she said with a smile

“Anytime, babe.”

“Three weeks?”

“Three weeks.”

“Sweet. Later, loser.”

“Bye, bitch.”

Ashley sat in her silent lounge and thought hard long after disconnecting with Aiden. She had until tomorrow night to come up with something great.


“Spence, have you seen my black pumps?” Madison asked as she threw things into her suitcase. She had an eight P.M. flight and she was running late.

“The ones with the silver thingy on it them?”


“Under the bed I think.”

“Yes,” Madison said in triumph while scanning the room for any other missed items. “I think that’s it.” She started to close her bag. “Oh, the laptop! Could you go down the hall and get it from Ashley?” She asked as she ran into the bathroom.

“Um, sure.” Spencer hopped off her spot on the bed and headed out. Ten seconds later she was standing in front of Ashley’s door feeling decidedly nervous. After wiping her hands on her jeans she finally knocked twice.

Ashley jumped as she was startled from her thoughts. She was feeling jumpy a lot lately she thought to herself as she approached the door.

Spencer’s fears came true as the door opened. There Ashley stood in boy shorts and a wife beater. It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra and the room was a little chilly. Spencer let her eyes roll over the expanse of Ashley’s body in a flash before she finally made eye contact. She had seen Ashley topless before, costume changes were frantic and there was little time for modesty, but that did nothing for the desire currently bubbling to the surface of her consciousness.

Ashley was taken aback by the look in Spencer’s eyes. It was look that said she wanted to swallow Ashley whole and she wanted that more than anything.

She swallowed hard saying,  “Hey, Spence. What’s ah…up?”

Spencer drew a blank, brow furrowing as she tried to think of what she’d come for. It came back to her and she snapped, “Laptop!”

“Oh, right. Come in.”

Spencer was caught staring when Ashley picked up the computer spinning around suddenly. A sly smile crossed Ashley’s lips as watched Spencer’s embarrassment.

Ashley held the notebook in front of chest as she spoke. “Is this what you’re looking for?” She waited until Spencer’s gaze was on the computer before pulling it away revealing her chest. Spencer could only manage a nod.

Ashley continued to hold it just out of Spencer’s reach. “Come and get it,” she said sly grin still in tact.

Never one to back down, Spencer stepped closer leaning in for the laptop. They could feel each other’s breath and smell each other’s soft scent. The air between them suddenly became thick and charged with electricity as both of their breathing became labored.

“This is what I want,” she said as her hand finally made contact with the computer.

“Take it.”

Spencer snatched the laptop turning sharply for the door. “Thanks,” she called over her shoulder before closing the door behind herself. She didn’t make it far, leaning against the door trying to catch her breath with a big smile playing across her face. “Shit.”

On the other side of the door Ashley ran a shaky hand through her hair. “Fuck.”


 Spencer had the night to herself once Madison left, but she opted to enjoy some time alone in their room. With Madison gone and temptation looming so closely down the hall, she thought her safest bet was to stay put, for the night at least.

Ashley met up with some celebrity friends and just hung out around town. She would have invited Spencer but she needed to ask them where to take her tomorrow night. To her dismay they were just as little help as Aiden had been. She didn’t understand how people with such money and power could lack imagination. Then she figured they paid people to be imaginative for them so they really didn’t have to be.

She returned home late that night, or early the next morning rather, still at a loss. She fell asleep still with Spencer on her mind.

The next day the glam squad had to get Ashley ready for some TV and radio spots she had to do to advertise the tour. She didn’t understand why because it was sold out three hours after the box office opened, but she had to do it anyway. After her hair and clothes were done it was time for make-up.

“So…” Spencer began. “What’s on the agenda tonight?”

“I already told you I’m not telling.” Hell, I don’t even know.

“Come on just a hint?” She tried as she gently applied Ashley’s make-up. Ashley had noticed a change in the way Spencer applied her make-up these days. It was gentler, softer. She leaned in closer and spoke to her in a hushed whisper. Ashley loved it.

“Nope. No can do.”

“Fine.” Spencer pouted.

“And don’t pout,” Ashley said even though her eyes were closed.

Spencer frowned saying, “How’d you know that?”

“You’re not the only one who pays attention around here.”

“Noted.” Spencer blushed. “Okay, I’m going to have to pluck these brows, sweetie.”

“Again?” She whined. “You just did it a couple days ago.”

“It’s not my fault you’re hairy,” Spencer laughed.

Ashley gasped. “I am not hairy…anywhere,” she added for good measure.

“Anywhere?” Spencer was intrigued.

“Nope,” she confirmed with a smile.

“So how do you explain these wilder beast eye brows?” Spencer laughed then took off knowing Ashley would be right on her heels.

“You’re so dead!”

“You have to catch me first.”

Ashley did a flying leap tackling Spencer to the ground. “Say I’m not hairy!”


“Say it!”


“Ash, your clothes,” Libby whined.

“I am not redoing your hair, chica,” Simon added rolling his eyes at the pair. He was growing tired of their flirting.

“You’re so lucky they were here to save you, Carlin.”
“You’re the one who’s lucky. I was about to go all kung fu on you,” Spencer rejoined.

Ashley laughed. “Whatevs. I’m gone. Later guys.”

“Wait.” Spencer made sure no one could hear her when she asked, “What time should I be ready by?”

“Um, let’s say eight. That cool?”

“No problem. How should I dress?”

“Dress like you normally would. I like it that way.”

Spencer smiled. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Ashley laughed. “Well, bye.”


Spencer couldn’t wipe the grin off her face. She turned around to find a thoroughly annoyed Libby and Simon. She cast her eyes down and made her way back to her room.

“Why don’t they just do it already?” Simon said.

“Really,” Libby agreed.

The entire day while she was out Ashley couldn’t think of anything to do. She was beginning to get a bit depressed as her limo cruised the streets of Chicago. Her phone buzzed, finally taking her mind away from her dilemma.


“Ashy, baby!”


“Who else calls you, Ashy?” The high voiced man asked.

“No one but you, Eli. What’s up?”

“Word on the street is you’re in Chi town.”

“Yes, sir, I am.”

“Muchos excellentos. Check it, I’m having a killer shindig at the new crib.”

“You got another house?”
“Had to. Chicago’s the new L.A.,” he exclaimed.

“I’ve never heard that…but when is this monster jam?”

“Tonight, baby! You down?”

She looked out the window and thought a moment. She really had nothing else. As she was about to respond something caught her eye and a wide grin spread across her face.

“What time, because I kind of have something planned tonight.”

“All night long, of course.”

“Of course. You mind if I bring a friend?”

After he confirmed his address and her guest was approved, Ashley hung up and immediately went to Google. She had plans to make, and quick.

By seven o’clock Spencer was a nervous wreck. She couldn’t find an outfit that said, “I want you to know I’m into you even though I can’t do anything about it.” That was a lot for an outfit to say. She needed to convey, “Look but don’t touch.” No matter how hard it was for her to mean it.

Ashley was making calls and trying to get dressed all at the same time. She had to get dressed entirely by herself because clearly Spencer couldn’t do her make-up and she didn’t want Simon or Libby in her business. She watched them do it long enough to know how to make herself look decent. She quickly founded out that blow-drying your hair and talking on the phone is a difficult task, however. She was arranging everything up until seven forty-five when she had no choice but to stop and finalize her look. She rushed out of her room by five after and headed down the hall to retrieve Spencer.

Spencer almost jumped out of her skin when she heard the knock. She gave herself one last look before going to the door. They both stood mouth agape as they looked at each other.

Ashley had her hair straightened, which Spencer had never seen, not in person anyway. Her make-up was pretty damn good for her doing it herself and she wore a simple black, strapless dress that showed off her tan and tattoos. Super long silver pearls adorned her neck and black and silver wedges brought her even with Spencer’s height. It was a simple outfit but still rock and roll.

Spencer wore a denim mini skirt with a red polka dotted, short sleeved button down shirt with the collar popped. Her hair was curly and hung around her face. She still wore her trademark gold chains and had a few going half way up one of her arms. She looked like Joan Cleaver meets Pink.

“You look…” they both started at the same time sharing a laugh.

“You first,” Ashley said.

“No, you.”

“I was just going to say that you look beautiful,” Ashley blushed.

“So was I.”

“So ready to go?”


They made their way to the elevator in relative silence.

“So are you going to tell me now?” Spencer pressed.

“Um, let me think…no.”

“Fine. But I’m not happy.”

“You will be.”

Spencer wasn’t even surprised by a driver standing in front of a white Lincoln town car.

“Good evening, ladies.”

“Aren’t you going to tell him where we’re going?” Spencer asked once they’d settled into the comfy leather seats.

“He knows.”

“Crap, now I’ll never know,” Spencer smiled.

The pair enjoyed light conversation as they cruised the city on the warm summer night. They decided to leave the windows down as opposed to the stuffy air conditioning. The breeze was pleasant in the Chicago air compared to the sometimes smoldering heat of Orlando.

A little while later they were pulling up in front of the fairly nondescript building.

“We’ll be back in about two hours,” Ashley informed the driver.

“Take your time, Ms. Davies. I’ll be here all night.”

Spencer stood and looked up at the massive building with seemingly endless stories.

“So what do you think so far?” Ashley asked.

“Never a dull moment with you, is there Davies?” she said finally leveling a steady gaze at the rock star.

“Not a single one.” She grabbed Spencer’s hand. “Let’s go.”