Ashley’s POV

Wow, at the rate we’re going it’ll only take us twenty minutes to get to my house from the airport.  That has got to be some kind of record.  The way Spencer is driving, I swear that girl should drive for NASCAR.  It’s so cute though.  I can tell she wants this as much as I do.  Thank God, I live by myself.  There will be no interruptions tonight, when we are alone at last.

"Hey babe, what did you tell your parents about tonight?"  I ask.  I know she didn’t say ‘hey mom and dad, I’m going to pick Ashley up from the airport and go back to her place and have hot wild sex all night.’  Although, I would totally pay to see Paula and Arthur’s reactions if she did.  That would be priceless.

"I told them I was picking you up from LAX and staying at your place.  They wanted to invite you to dinner, but I said you’d be too tired."  She replies weaving in and out of traffic.  "Come on, Move Jackass!"  She yells, honking her horn.  Spencer gets a little impatient when she has somewhere she wants to be and right now that’s in my bed.  Impatience coupled with roadrage makes for one pissed of blonde and a very interesting car ride.

"Hey, slow your roll Speed Racer."  I say gripping the handle above the door.  "I would like to make it back to my place in one piece."

"What you don’t like my driving skills?"  She asks laughing as we pull into my driveway.  I bought a house just a few blocks away from Spencer’s, that way when I came home from school I’d always be close by.

"Finally, home sweet home."  I say jumping out of the car.

"Here, let me help you with the bags."  She says popping the trunk.  I immediately slam the trunk closed.

"Screw the bags.  How bout we just go upstairs."  I say with a wink.

"Race you."  She says sprinting to my front door.  Damn, that girl is fast.  I think I’ll let her win.  That way I can stare at her ass as she runs up the stairs.  She has a great ass.

Spencer’s POV

Shit!  I have to get in there before she does.  I need to light some candles and stuff.  I would have done it earlier, but Ash would have killed me if I brought her home just to see her burned down house.  But I set everything up so it would be perfect when Ash arrived.  I’ve got rose petals everywhere, candles strategically placed throughout the room, champagne, a hot bubble bath, and romantic music.  I really want tonight to be special.  Just as I’m lighting the second candle I hear Ashley burst into the room completely out of breath.  I can’t help but laugh.