“Oh, well, ok then. When can you start?” Ashley eyed Spencer again, taking in every part of her; there was something so familiar about her; like she had seen her before in her younger years.

“When ever you need me” Unlike Ashley, Spencer knew where the familiarity from Ashley came from. They used to go to high school together; Spencer had the biggest crush on Ashley’s boyfriend and then later on Ashley herself.

With a smirk Ashley nodded. She began scribbling some sort of address on a post-it that lay on her desk, ripping it free she handed it to Spencer.

“These are the directions to my wife’s art studio, I need you to go here and pick up my daughter, Sophia. You pick her up and bring her back here to me, once your here I’ll give you more details.” Ashley didn’t look away from the blonde, not even for a second.

Spencer blushed, her eyes on the piece of paper. It wasn’t till she actually read the address that she realised that she didn’t have a care and the other Mrs Davies art studio is across town.

“Mrs Davies I don’t have a car, with me today. And the art studio is on the other side of town?” She liked walking, but she wasn’t up for the 2 hour walk to the art studio and then the walk back with a child. It just didn’t look appealing; at all.

“Oh not a worry, Edward the coiffeur is waiting outside as we speak. You can’t miss it, big black Mercedes. And try not to aggravate my wife please, she’s bad enough on a good day” Ashley’s playful smile was contagious.

The chemistry between she and Ashley was something she had wished for in high school, but you know what they say better late than never. There was definite chemistry brewing between the two.

The only thing stopping Spencer was that Ashley was seemingly, happily married with a family. Not that she’d say no if Ashley started something, but she knew she’d feel dead guilty once it was over. She would never want to be a home wrecker. Temptation’s a bitch.

Spencer arrived at the art studio right on time, well she had 3 minutes to spare. Apparently Edward is a demon behind the huge engine of the 600 SEL Mercedes. And the car was pure luxury; it had the softest cream coloured, leather seats imaginable.