The weekend has arrived and Sasha finds herself trying to come up with a rational explanation why Liam all of a sudden thinks he has a chance at getting into his mother's best friend's pants. She sent no mixed signals, she has never flirted with him, she has never shown any sexual interest in someone who is young enough to be her son, so what makes him think he stands any chance at all with her? She is now thinking maybe she needs to put some much needed distance between them.
"Sasha, will you please hand me the ranch dressing, and salt?" Monica asks waiting for Sasha to hand them to her.
"Sasha, did you hear me?" Monica nudges her. Liam grins as he rubs his foot up Sasha's bare leg causing her to jump from her chair.
"Problem, Sasha?" Liam devilishly grins.
"What? No, why would there be a problem? I'm fine," she nervously replies.
"What in the world has gotten you so jumpy Sasha? All week you have been zoned out in your own little world. You have barely been over here with me and Liam. Liam tried texting you all day yesterday and when you finally text him back, you said you might not make it over tonight. What is going on with you?" Monica's confused voice asks causing Sasha to sigh.
"Monica, I've just been stressed from the move and the demands of my job. I think maybe I need a vacation."
"Ok, I'm sure you do. I know how stressful and demanding your job is. You really should consider taking a vacation. You can stay with us for a while," Monica smiles.
"What? No, I couldn't possibly intrude and stay here with you and Liam," Sasha snaps.
"Intrude? You're joking, right? Sasha, you know damn well this is also your home away from home. Girl, you won't be intruding."
"Umm, I just meant Liam just got home not even a week ago. I know you want to spend some time alone with your only child," Sasha loudly expressed the child part. "Mom, you should probably get the phone."
"Okay, I will be pissed if it's work wanting me to come in on my day off," she snaps as she stomps her way in the kitchen.
"I should go start washing the dishes. Your mom cooked dinner, so I'll wash the dishes," she whispers, but Liam has other plans. He gently grabs her hand pulling her back against him. The sound of her sighing can be heard and the heated passion can be felt from both of them.
"Why are you so determined to fight what you know you want to happen between us, Sasha? I think you are wanting this to happen as much as I want it to happen, so why bother fighting it?" His words whispering next to her ear.
"Damn it, Liam, this cannot happen," she insists. Her shoulder begins to tremble as she feels his soft lips caressing it.
"Remember, I told you I know something you don't know I know, Sasha?"
"Yes, but I really don't care what you know, or what I don't know, Liam."
"You will when you realize what I know. Remember when you sent me all those books I was wanting to read?"
"Yes, so what?" She asks as she places her hands on her hips.
"So Sasha, you accidentally sent me another book, more like a diary," he grins. Sasha's eyes widen with fear of what he's about to say next.
"A, um, a diary, Liam. Whose diary?"
"I think you already know the answer to that question, Sasha," he grins as he turns her to face him.
"Oh my god, no damn way," her voice panics.
"Yep, you accidentally sent me your diary with all of your naughty, dirty, erotic fantasies in it. And I know who you have been fantasizing about, Sasha."
"Sorry for the interruption, you two. Who wants dessert?"
"Oh my god, kill me now," she whispers as she lowers her red embarrassed face.