*Two weeks later (Justin's POV)*

Things around the office had been going considerably well since Tray and Thad had left for New York last week. I must admit I was happy to see Tray go. Juliet seems more happy too. She had told me for awhile there she didn't like coming to the office because of him.

I don't know what I was thinking having her and Rachel join me on tour. Right now my hallway is littered with their luggage, seriously they don't need that many outfits. Rachel I can argue with and tell her how many bags she really needs because she's toured with me before but Juliet... she gets like a free pass. Mainly because she's my girlfriend and I can't say no to her plus she's going to be handling William Rast stuff and dealing with store owners and designers.

"Justin," I hear her say my name as I turn around in bed facing her.

"Yeah baby girl?" I ask her as I pull her flush against me, holding her in my arms as she rests her head in the crook of my neck.

"I'm too excited to sleep," she whispers against my neck causing me to shiver.

We've been boyfriend and girlfriend officially for two weeks but we haven't um...sealed the deal so to say. I don't really want to rush it, I mean after her whole engagement with Kieran ending and all the drama from the office I think it's better this way. We're getting to know each other and honestly I just love spending time with her. We talk about it sometimes and damn does she like to tease me but it'll happen when it happens. I'm pretty content just going to sleep and waking up beside her. Besides she's been hiding out at my place from her landlord.

You see after she found out that Trace really did give Tom a number to Wendy's she felt bad. So I guess her way of trying to make Tom feel better was to really find him a date. So she hooked him up with the only single lady his age that she knew. Her landlady. Apparently Tom and Deb, the landlady, met for coffee and didn't really hit if off. In fact Deb ended up throwing hot scolding coffee at Tom. So she's been kind of out to get my girl since then.

I feel Juliet sigh and it causes me to shudder. I know she knows what she's doing to me when her hand grazes my stomach and I let out a hiss as she giggles.

"Jules," I draw out warning her as I look down into her big brown eyes.

"I want s'mores," she says simply as she gets out of bed giving me a nice view of her perky breasts covered by nothing but a white cotton tank top and her fine little, okay not so little, ass in her teal lace boyshorts.

I learned very soon that teal is her favorite color. Too bad it's not a popular color for lingerie. I watch as Buckley and even Brennan follow her out of the room. It's always nice to know where their loyalty lies. I pull myself out of bed pulling on a pair of sweatpants over my boxers not bothering with a t-shirt. I make my way down to the kitchen only to find Juliet in my pantry looking for the stuff to make her s'mores.

"Thank goodness you have OCD," she mutters as she hears me enter the kitchen. I see her searching the labels on the shelves finding what she needs, "J, this is not right!" she says turning to me with her hand on her hip.

"What? Everything is in alphabetical order." I tell her, I know because I organized it myself.

"I know, but the chocolate candy does not go under H. It should go under C," she tells me.

"Babe, H for Hershey." I tell her laughing slightly as she rolls her eyes at me.

"No. C for Candy, then you alphabetize the candy according to brand name," she looks at me with a 'Duh' expression and I know she's the one for me.

She's the only girlfriend I've ever had who understands my OCD and has a worst case of it than me. Seriously, when I spent the night at her apartment I knew where everything was. She even organizes her refrigerator like I do. In fact when Trace came over and moved stuff around in my refrigerator just to piss me off Juliet put it back in order because as she put it 'It fucking bugged the hell out of her.' All this shouldn't matter but when I'm thinking about asking the girl to live with me, it kind of does.

"Okay, I'll reorganize it tomorrow. Can we just make some s'mores?" I ask as she giggles at me and places the ingredients on my kitchen counter before starting the burner on the stove.

"Do you have fondue sticks?" She asks me before she pops a marshmellow into her mouth.

"Yeah, let me get them." I tell her as I reach into a cabinet and pull out my fondue set that I have never used and hand her the sticks.

"Honey, have you found any directors to work with on the photo shoot?" She asks me as she stabs some marshmellows with the fondue sticks before handing me a stick.

"No, not yet. Did you have someone in mind?" I ask her because I overheard her talking on the phone about a photo shoot someone did.

"Not really. Trace had me call a few people but I was really only impress with one couple...Johan and Marcella Lindeberg." She tells me as we start putting our s'mores together.

"Hmm...Just one?" I say as I take a bite of my s'more.

"Well I mean they actually seemed interested in tossing ideas back and forth with you and Trace," she tells me as she takes a bite of her s'more, "most of the creative directors I spoke with didn't care about your vision for William Rast only about theirs."

"Well since we're starting the tour tomorrow I don't know when we'll be able to meet them." I tell her as I fix me another s'more.

"That's the beauty of it. They're in Europe so we could meet them while on tour. Besides Trace was going to visit us so I could schedule the meeting when he's there," she tells me as she walks up to me and stands on her tiptoes.

Her hands clutch onto my hips steadying herself as she takes a bite from my s'more. I watch as chocolate drips onto her chin as she giggles at me.

She knows what she's doing to me. I lean forward and lick the chocolate off her chin as she laughs, "Gross," she mutters before I capture her lips in a kiss. She moans as my tongue snakes it's way into her mouth, her fingers clawing into my hips trying to pull me closer to her. My hands make their way to her ass and she lets out a sigh as I squeeze that ass I love so much.

I can't help myself as my hands lift her off the ground and her legs wrap around my waist. She nibbles on my bottom lip and she squeals as I place her on top of the kitchen counter. My hands grip her thighs, rubbing them softly as her fingers weave their way into my short curls. I growl as she rolls her head to the side allowing me to attack her neck. I lick, nibble and suck on her sensitive flesh and she tugs on my hair as I nip at the flesh behind her ear.

I feel her small feet dig into my back. I laugh as her toes make their way under the band of my sweatpants, working them off my body in an instant. "Really J? Boxers?" She mutters before bringing her feet up to my back again. She lets her toes rub against my back before making their way under the band of my boxers. I chuckle against her shoulder because I know what's going to happen next.

"Oh my God! Not in the kitchen!" Rachel shouts at us as I scramble to pull up my sweatpants. "Seriously Justin. You have a room, this is your house!"

I know I'm blushing furiously while Juliet just giggles and eats the rest of my damn s'more. She started this whole thing and I'm the one getting yelled at by Rachel. "I tried to tell him Rach," I hear Juliet say as she hops off the counter and starts putting the ingredients for our s'mores away. I can't even argue my case because I know Rachel believes her and I would just be wasting my breath.

"I'm going to bed," I say as Juliet and Rachel just nod at me continuing their conversation like Juliet just didn't make me hard as hell. Guess I'll have to go calm myself down.