I could feel my ears burning. 

I was blushing again, and with good reason! I looked up at the large apartment, all of the huge towering building belonged to the world renowned writer, Roxanne Summers, and one of my favorite writers. 

I glanced back down at my phone, seeing the time and the most recent text that Abby had sent me, 'come in! Roxy and I are just talking about sleeping arrangements!' 

I blinked. Did Roxanne really want me to move in this fast? She hadn't even met me before! What if I had been some crazy fangirl who wanted to stalk Roxanne's every move and put it in a shrine?! 

I shook my head, I wasn't like that! I had to be professional! 

Well, as professional as you could get in an old suit, a pencil skirt that was just a little too small on my curved body, my curly messy hair and raincoat could bring to me professional wise. 

'I'm screwed...' I thought, sighing as I walked inside. Where the lobby would have been was a type of sitting area, couches all around with messy stacks of books on the floor, practically covering it. 

'Is this really where Roxanne lives?' I thought, snapping out of my thoughts when a sound breached my ears, just soft enough that if I hadn't been quiet, I wouldn't have heard it. 

"N-not here, Roxy! M-Mmm! Molly'll be here soon!" Was that Abby?? Why would she be moaning? What was happening??

Being as quiet as I could, I walked to the resonation of the sound, only to fall backwards onto my butt with a loud and undignified yelp as a very flushed and mussed up Abby ran from around the corner, a tall woman in a red suit and form-fitting pencil skirt following all to gracefully after. 

"A-ah! M-Molly!" Abby said, fixing her clothes as fast as she could with flushed cheeks. "You're early! W-well! I'll leave you two to it! My cell will be on if you need it!" Before I could speak, she had already rushed from the building, her face flushed more than I had ever seen it before the sharp clicking of heels brought my mind back to reality. 

Before me stood the woman I had only seen on back covers and on online interviews; Roxanne Summers, in all of her glory. 

"Ah, you must be Molly, correct?" She asked. Her voice was soft but husky as she spoke, with a spanish accent mingling with her words, weaving into them perfectly. 

A pair of dark red intoxicating lips parting in a snake's smile as she leaned down, reaching out a perfectly shaped hand to me, letting me look into deep green eyes on olive skin, with perfectly up-in-a-bun cocoa hair framed her face. 

"Y-yes! B-but, what was that just now?!" I cried, my mind thinking back to Abby. She had been moaning, and quite the mess... No doubt had Roxanne been the cause. 

I flushed brighter at the thought as Roxanne chuckled, her hand slipping into mine as she picked me up, letting my smaller body stumble into her chest, perfectly landing on her soft bosom, the smell of roses and ink washing over me as she gently grabbed my chin, tilting my head up. 

"You're exactly what Abigail described you as." She whispered, her hand leaving my chin and trailing up my cheek as I stared at her in shock, feeling her perfect slim fingers brushing a stray lock of my wild hair behind my ear. 

"Clumsy," her hands threaded gently into my hair, "nervous," her fingers trailing over my flushing cheeks, "and so... Imperfect.." She leaned in, her natural scent making my eyelids droop a little, not fully recognizing her words.

"So perfect..." I felt her lips graze against mine, making me stiffen up a little, shoving against her chest, stumbling nervously over my words as she looked at me with surprise before regaining her pose, chuckling lightly before turning to the kitchen, taking out a tea-pot and going about her business as if nothing at all had happened, that I wasn't collapsed on the floor in a fluster, and that we had nearly kissed. 

"I think you can stay. Would you like some tea?"