Inciting Incident [A.I]

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"Why would you do that?" TJ exclaims as soon as Ash's family had left.

"Why would you wear a skirt?" Ash retorts with a smirk.

"It's like you was expecting me to wear joggers," TJ groans "I wanted to make a positive impression." She adds quietly with a shrug.

"Why?"

"Well you clearly come from a well off family, just you screams money. I didn't want to look like a gold digger, to my roommates parents."

"My mum really wouldn't care." he mutters.

"Maybe your mum wouldn't, but I do!" TJ pouts.

"Stop pouting." Ash demands.

"No." TJ replies, before storming in to her room.

Ash sighs and runs a hand through his hair, loosening his tie and undoing his top button, before flopping on the sofa.

"You have a bed you know?" TJ frowns, walking in to the kitchen.

"I know." Ash replies, his eyes on the boxing match on the TV. "Come watch this with me." Ash calls.

"Why?" TJ asks, leaning against the door frame.

"Because I want you to?" Ash replies, quirking his eyebrow. TJ smiles, making her way over to him. She quickly pulls of his grey skinny tie and unbuttons his shirt before quickly removing his pants, revealing his red underwear. "What're you doing?" Ash questions, watching her as she places the clothes in the wash basket.

"Making you more comfortable." She shrugs, sitting beside him on the couch.

"I'd be more comfortable like this." Ash mumbles, moving so the two were in a spooning position. After a while Ash hears soft snores coming from her mouth so he picks her up and carries her to her bedroom, although it was tempting to carry her to his room. He pushes open the door and frowns, not expecting it to be this tidy. He lays her in bed and checks the clock on her dressing table, his attention being caught by the makeup kept in one of the woven baskets. Each bottle or palette was nearly empty and Ash made a mental note to make sure what was in there to restock it.

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"Fuck, shit, wait a minute!" TJ calls hearing the door bell ring, as she perfects her eyebrow.

"Delivery for miss Smith." The postman smiles, holding out a box. "Just sign here." He mumbles, pointing to a black box, handing her a pen. She wearily takes it, scribbling her name down and taking the box with a smile.

Before opening the box she decides to text Ashton.

TJ: did you order something?

Ash receives the message and chuckles slightly before replying.

Ash: Yes, it's for you, enjoy.

"Dee," Ash calls out for his close by assistant. She rushes towards his desk, grinning at him. "Right, I need the three best makeup brands their is."

"Ooh, why is there a lucky lady?" She replies with a smirk.

"That you do not need to know." Ash chuckles in disbelief, shocked at how forward she was.

"Is money a problem?"

"Nope." Ash shrugs.

"Ok, anyways, I'd still say, Nars, MAC and Naked." she grins.

"Any colours?"

"It depends on her skin tone." She shrugs.

"So if I found a picture of her, would you help me?" He asks, quirking an eye brow.

"I don't know, pictures can be deceiving, just look at the colours of the makeup she already owns and go off that." she shrugs.

"Ok, thank you Dee." Ash nods firmly.

"It's fine, Sir." She smiles once again before rushing out of the office, just as his phone rings.

"Morning Kitten." Ash says with a smirk.

"Good morning daddy." TJ replies, her voice almost enough to turn Ash on. "Thank you for the flowers." She adds quietly.

"It was no problem, so tell me, what are you doing now?" Ash asks, resting the phone between his shoulder and ear, typing away on his computer.

"Well, I'm sat on the sofa, watching some shitty TV programme, talking to you."

"So, no college?" Ash frowns.

"Nope, I have Tuesday's off."

"You should come see me." Ash smiles.

"Hm, no."

"Seriously, wear your black skinnny's and a hoodie, whatever but please, I will text you the address, I'll see you in 10." Ash says quickly before ending the call.

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This chapter was so boring I'm sorry.

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