It’s been a good long while since we had a full-on Ashley Greene motel weekend fantasy, but I feel a doozy coming on after seeing these pictures of the ridiculously hot young actress decked out and flashing cleave and legs at the red carpet premiere of Apparition last night in L.A.
I’m picturing Ashley and myself, her hands bound in some kind of soft, yet secure binding, at her own request, natch, some kind of silk tie that is barely noticeable by the front desk clerk at the Travelodge right off the freeway where I check-in with just Ashley, four wash-cloth sized towels, and a bag of Ore-Ida frozen crinkle cut fries and we play a little game I like to call, Baking the Taters. We won’t emerge from our alley-view second floor room for 36-hours, leaving behind nothing but happy memories and the smell of Idaho a few weeks past tuber harvest season. Oh, Ashley, you do inspire. Enjoy.