I smiled as when I walked through the doorway, my smile faltered a bit . There in front of me there was this beautiful girl. Long curls hung past her shoulders, auburn with streaks of bright red. Deeply tanned skin and a rocking’ body, mmmm Spencer thought to herself. The girl was dressed in a pair of ridiculously short jean cut-offs and a black tank. The tank cut off above her belly button, exposing her toned abs and what looked to be a tattoo on each of her hips but, the girl couldn’t make out what they were. She’s sexy as hell whoever she is. The girls was sitting leaned back in a wooden chair, legs slightly spread relaxing in a casual oh so sexy way. She had her eyes closed and was listening to an iPod, tapping her black chuck-taylor’s on the floor lightly and humming along with the music. I smiled a little, immediately recognizing the song, "Addicted" by Saving Abel. Ohhh, an one could be addicted to this girl, DAMN! It was then that she opened her eyes and noticed me. Shifting quickly but, a small smirk played over her lips as she pulled the ear bud from one of her ears. She opened her mouth to speak but, I didn’t hear the words, I was too busy getting lost in her honey colored eyes. Oh shit, is she speaking to me, Fuck! I actually shook my head to get out of the daze, I know I must have been drooling. "Huh…" , I muttered. She probably thinks I am some crazy person. Another smirk played across her lips. "I said that you don’t have to stand in the doorway, you can come in if you want.", she said. It was then, at her words that I noticed I was still standing in the doorway. Shit…Fuck….I’m sure she thinks I’m some sort of idiot. "Its okay I can come back in a few minutes, I didn’t realize someone was using the studio.", I said nervously shifting my weight from one foot to the next. "Its okay really, I’m just killing some time. Come have a seat.", she added. I nervously walked into the room and sat down in a chair in front of one of the many easels in the room. It was almost on the opposite end of the room from where she was seated. She shook her head and smiled, "Okay, not exactly what I meant. I promise I don’t bite..", she added pulling out the chair beside her and patted the seat lightly. I reluctantly walked over and sat down. She looked over at me and smiled, "….I don’t bite…hard.", she purred leaning over closer to me.