The devil wears Versace (Lashton)

You're definitely drunk

Luke opened the door to Ashton looking a bit worn out.

"You look like you ran here." Luke frowned looking behind Ashton to see if he had. The car Ashton brought was parked in his driveway.

"Leliana, had a lot to drink. I took her home." Ashton explained.

"Oh, it was one of those dates huh?" Luke snapped. He felt the jealousy course through him.

"No, no, I put her straight to bed and left. It wasn't like that." Ashton shook his head.

"No matter. You came here for a reason." Luke spoke bitterly as he lead Ashton to his couch.

"Uh, yeah, I found this." Ashton held out the flash drive to Luke.

"What is it?" Luke snapped looking down at the device in Ashton's hand.

"I found it in an envelope labeled confidential. It was with the proposal." Ashton explained.

"That means, the proposal is probably on that." Luke grinned snatching it from Ashton.

He sat down and opened his computer before sliding the drive into a port on the side.

Ashton took a seat next to Luke.

"How did she manage to make her numbers look so much better than mine in this? I look like a waste comparatively. I've cut costs and managed our budget perfectly for three years how could she have possibly done this?" Luke frowned as he looked through the files.

"She made mention of the fact that there was something she did to make the numbers work but she wouldn't tell me what it was." Ashton sighed.

"The only way she could have done this is by getting a whole new designer and the only way to get a new designer that was cheap enough is if-" Luke stopped suddenly turning to Ashton.

"Do you have anything recent from Gucci?" Luke asked.

"Do I look like I have something from Gucci. I barely have anything from Versace." Ashton snorted.

Luke rose a brow at Ashton.

"What? I was a writer before I worked for you." Ashton explained with a huff.

"A writer..." Luke said thoughtfully.

"Ashton, that's perfect." Luke grinned mischievously.

"What is?" Ashton frowned at the use of his actual name.

"We need to pull files of all the previous years budget for Gucci and compare them to Versace and we need to find something recently produced by Gucci." Luke stated before typing away on his computer.

At that moment Ashton's phone went off. Ashton frowned down at it.

"It's Leliana." Ashton said.

"I thought you put her to bed." Luke snapped.

"I did." Ashton said as he went to accept the call.

"Speaker." Luke said turning back to his computer.

"Hey baby." Ashton answered causing Luke's stomach to flip.

"Ashy, where are you?" Leliana whined.

"I'm...home." Ashton hesitated.

"You were supposed to stay with me."

"You fell asleep." Ashton chuckled.

"But I'm horny." Leliana whined again.

"Ahem." Ashton cleared his throat as he tossed an embarrassed glance at Luke who was glaring at him.