She signs with you

Ashley Benson returned to your office a few days later and you honestly didn't know what kind of feeling to have when she did.

But as it turns out, you shouldn't have worried so much.

"Those assholes wouldn't even give me a penny more than you," Ashley tells you as she sits on your office couch, decked out today in a little white skirt and a black shirt.

"They don't deserve a talent like you then, Ashley," you tell her as she hands you a signed copy of the contract you gave her, signifying the start of a new chapter in her career.

"You think I'm hot, right John?" she asks you, looking you in the eyes as she says this, like she means it as a serious question, though you think there's at least a hint of flirting behind it, "because I heard a rumor that they don't think I'm hot enough to keep around."

"It's a serious question," she tells you when she notices your unwillingness to answer, "but if you answer it truthfully, we might have some time for some play later, if you know what I mean."

"Ashley, I am being 100% serious when I tell you that you are gorgeous," you tell her, Ashley moaning a little to herself upon hearing it, "and any man who doesn't think that is either gay or stupid."

"Come here baby," she whispers to you as you lock the office door, pretty sure you know what's about to happen and just hoping no one will hear her screams or moans if it does, "you deserve a reward from your newest...hottest...client."