A/N: Thank you for the reviews for Chapter one, everyone! This is my first time writing Slexie in a fanfic, as well as writing fanfiction for the first time in a long time! Enjoy this chapter! (updated note: I had problems uploading this chapter. is still extremely new to me, and I'm working with it. If you find any fonts/formatting in the story, please ignore it.)
Walking into his office, the lobby had a few patients waiting, but not many. Immediately, Mark walked to the front desk, as the blonde behind it had whipped around, smiling at Mark. Cynthia. He'd slept with her so many times, and their relationship was still casual. He loved it, and was sure that's why he'd kept her around. One of the best in the city, he thought. For both secretaries and women. She handed him a folder with a smile, looking into his ice blue eyes.
"Good morning again, Doctor Sloan," she said as the phone began to ring. "All of the files you need are in that folder. Your flight has been booked for tonight, and your hotel reservation information is in the folder as well." She said, before shooting one last smile. "If you'll excuse me," she said, before walking over to the phone, leaving him to watch her walk from her backside.
After clearing his head of the dirty thoughts, he made his way to the elevator to make his climb to his office. The elevator music played quietly as he looked over his paperwork, finding the hotel to be a JW Marriott Suites hotel. His plane ticket read first class, and his departure time wasn't until later. He sighed, before the elevator door opened to his office, where he walked to his desk, beginning the long day of work ahead of him, unpacking his MacBook and the health magazine. Alexandra's face had been on his desk the whole day, as he did his normal routine of meeting with patients and discussing their needs and wants. But he couldn't quite stop thinking of Alexandra; it was odd, but he wanted to see just what his rival had in store. After all, how dare she get front cover of a magazine and especially when he hadn't even gotten a call from the magazine to do a shoot.
SEATTLE:
As her lunch tray collided with the table, she sighed, sitting down and unraveling her silverware. Karev, Kepner, her sister, and Cristina had all been eating. Alex looked up at her, eyebrow arching as he had seen the stressed look on her.
"What's up with you?" He asked, chewing on his salad.
Meredith grinned, looking at her. "She's going to Houston tonight. Consult."
Lexie looked up at Meredith, intermediate glare on her face as she had been stressing out about the whole thing. Cristina eyed her.
"Have you seen him? Mark?" She asked, fork stabbing the pasta salad on her plate.
"What?" Lexie asked, looking over to the Asian. "No, I was waiting until I met him."
"Who are you talking about?" Kepner asked, crunching on a crouton. "Mark?"
"Mark Sloan." Cristina corrected.
"He was Derek's old best friend. He slept with Addison." Meredith said, before sipping on her drink. "I don't think they've spoken since he came to Seattle to try to apologize. Derek didn't take it too well,"
April nodded, before Lexie rolled her eyes. "Cheaters are awful." Lexie spat, as April sat awkwardly.
Lexie's ex-boyfriend, Jackson, had slept with April while they were taking their boards. When Lexie had caught them, she felt heart-broken, but needed to focus on her boards. So she shrugged it off, later texting Jackson that she wouldn't be seeing him any longer. Lexie was heartbroken, however, she forgave both of them, as it pushed her to get a higher score on her boards.
"Sorry," April said, looking down at her tray.
"April, if you tell me sorry one more time, I'm not gonna be so forgiving." Lexie sighed, shaking her head. "You and Jackson are happy. That's what matters,"
April nodded, before shoving her fork full of pasta salad into her mouth. Alex sighed, before getting up.
"Well, Grey, have fun in Houston. Remember to get him to wear a condom." He laughed, before walking off.
Lexie took a grape off her tray, before throwing it at him. "I'm not sleeping with him!"
Alex laughed, before Lexie crossed her arms. "I need to go home and pack." She said, taking up her tray that was hardly even touched. "I'll see you guys in a couple of days or so."
Lexie said before walking off, with the muffled sounds of everyone wishing her good luck with the case, as well as Cristina saying, "Get some good sex!".
NEW YORK → HOUSTON
As the plane took off, he dug out his laptop and headphones. There was never a moment where he wasn't without his work, really, as he had a list of emails to respond to and delete, as well as fill out a few forms. And he figured the time was perfect, really. Opening his Spotify, he selected a playlist before beginning the long haul of filling out forms and answering emails. It'd keep him busy for an hour or two, he thought. Airplanes had really been a pain, as they had limited amounts of activities. But he could manage, he told himself. He had to fly out to Los Angeles or Miami quite often, and even occasionally, he went to Chicago. Women (and men) had wanted boob jobs or butt jobs all over the country. And eventually he got a complicated case that wasn't even close to being as easy as a boob job. Like the one he was being called in on; he would have to develop a strategy to overcome this patient's issue. Luckily he had a partner on this one; the great Alexandra Grey.
That's when he pulled out her magazine again, seeing that smile. Her smile was alluring, really. He loved it. The way her eyes lit up, and her hair fell on her shoulders. Maybe it was just the photoshop, but he loved it. He set the magazine next to his laptop, before opening his email once more. He then dug into his bag, before finding the folder that Cynthia had given him earlier in the morning. He flipped through the files, before finding the information about Alexandra Grey. He read down the page, before finding the, If needed, contact me at: line. He read it over, before typing the address into his mail bar. And like that, his fingers had done their magic across the keyboard.
SEATTLE → HOUSTON
As Lexie listened to the music in her headphones playing through her iPhone, she heard the email notification go off, muting her music a tad before going back to normal. She pulled out her laptop, before going to her email and finding a few emails. One from Starbucks about a free coupon, a couple from Abercombie and Fitch with their new sales, and one from Mark Sloan M.D. She clicked on it, before reading, Dear Alexandra Grey, I am honored to be working with you on this case and hope that you and I are successful in helping our patient out. I propose we go out for dinner tonight, my treat, to discuss our case and go over any techniques we might have in common that we'd like to use. I am staying at a Marriott, and would love to know what hotel you're staying at if you'd like to go out for dinner tonight so I may pick you up. Have a good flight, Mark Sloan.
As she read the email, she couldn't help but have a little smile on her face before remembering the warnings. The warnings of Mark Sloan trying to get into women's pants, just for a night ride of sex. She took a breath, before responding with, Thank you Doctor Sloan, I am honored to be working with you as well. I would love to go out to dinner tonight, and I am staying at a Marriott as well. I'm in the mood for Thai food, if you will. I look forward to dinner with you. Fly safely, Lexie Grey. She typed, before pressing send. She sighed, before closing her laptop at a half-mass so she could respond if he would respond. She went to her phone, switching the song. She checked her status in the air, and it was another few hours until Houston. Groaning to herself, she looked out the window at the sunny skies, which were slowly turning to a darker sky as the plane had moved along.
NEW YORK → HOUSTON
As he finished typing an email back to his patient, Mrs. Smith, a daycare center owner, who wanted bigger breasts to please her husband, he refreshed the page to see the email from Alexandra. He noticed the name Lexie and smiled a bit. That'd be much easier than calling her Alexandra Grey for sure. He quickly searched up Thai restaurants in Houston, making sure that it'd be 5-stars only. The last thing he needed was to get some sort of food poisoning or to not impress her. He quickly found one, before putting the number in his phone so he could dial for reservations. Pulling up the response box, he then wrote back, Great, I am staying at the JW Marriott. If you're the same, I'll have a cab waiting to pick us up. Reservations are at 9. I'm looking forward to it. See you there. He pressed the SEND button before opening another email, looking down for a paper only to find the magazine cover of her face again. And he couldn't help himself from being absolutely hypnotized from it. Why else would he bring it all the way to Houston instead of leaving it in his bathroom for a good read while mother nature called?
SEATTLE → HOUSTON
With the sound of another email coming in, she checked it, ready to see Mark's name once more, only to see Meredith's name for a text message. Meredith wrote, Have fun in Houston and I told Derek that you'd be working with Mark. He didn't seem too upset, or, well, really upset at all. But he's been acting a little short-tempered since. Kick ass! Lexie laughed at the text, before responding with, Tell him to get over it and that it'll only be a few days. Good luck on any surgeries you have. Love you. before sending it. Just as she did, she got the email from Mark, and her heart almost instantly fluttered a bit. She told herself it was just the anxiety of meeting him, the Plastics God of the East Coast. She read the email with a smile, coincidental that they'd be staying at the same hotel. She then responded with, We are staying at the same hotel. 9 is a perfect time; I'll meet you down in the lobby at 8:30. before she realized that she'd never actually seen Mark Sloan. She would have to know how to find him, so she quickly typed in his name and found a picture of him before biting her lip. She thought he was sexy, and felt as if the word had been an understatement. No wonder why Addison had slept with him. See you there. She finished, before pressing send once more.
NEW YORK → HOUSTON
As he read her ail back, it'd been some time that had passed. He'd gotten most of his work done, leaving the next few days free for him to work on this case. Cynthia had cleared his schedule, thankfully, and now he had a small vacation to himself with a beautiful woman that he'd yet to meet, along with a hopefully-easy case. Though, challenge was accepted. Figuring that he was done with the emailing, he closed his laptop, sliding it back into its case before pulling out his tablet for a movie to make the rest of the few hours left pass by more quickly.
HOUSTON
As Lexie sat in the cab, suitcase to her left, she watched the passing streetlights and population of the streets. The city was quite large; fairly larger than Seattle, but not by much. If it was raining, it'd look exactly like Seattle, without the ports and ferryboats. The ride to the hotel from the airport was short, and once they arrived to the hotel, she took a deep breath before exiting the cab. She gripped the handle on her suitcase, before rolling it inside with her, ready for the night that was ahead. Nice hotel, she thought to herself. Owen had made a very good choice; or, the board at least. She expected to be stuffed in some basement motel on the tough side of town, with the cockroaches in the bedsheets. Luckily, she wasn't.
As soon as Mark had grabbed his luggage, he made his way, checking his phone, to the cab that'd been waiting for him outside of the airport. As he got in, the cab driver began to drive, with a low volume of music playing. "Good song," Mark said quietly, as the cab driver offered a small smile to him. He checked the time; 7:48 PM. By the time he'd check into the hotel, unpack and settle, it'd be time to meet up with Lexie Grey. He'd have to admit that he was nervous about meeting her. Sure, he had no problem with other women, but this was a plastic surgeon that was on her way to being to the ranks where he was. Smart, gifted, and beautiful. That was something that was hardly seen.
Sitting in her hotel room, she waited a little more for her hair to dry. She didn't want to meet her coworker looking jet-lagged and groggy, so she took a shower and decided to dress up a little. She was prepared, with her luggage. Walking to the bathroom, she began to do her makeup with precise hands. The room had the television playing in the back, as she got ready for dinner. And she was hungry, too. Cafeteria food was good for work; but she'd wished that she'd eaten more, or had a small snack on the plane. Then again, she really wanted to enjoy this dinner. But it was just dinner. Nothing more. She wouldn't allow it; there was no way she would.
8:27 PM.
Taking the elevator down to the lobby, she made sure her makeup was fixed and ready to go. She looked up at the number of the floors, watching it slowly count down to 1. She was on one of the top floors, and she knew that the ride down to the lobby would become a nuisance if it was often. 22, 21, 20, 19, 18; the numbers fell slowly. The elevator came to a stop at 17, though. She saw the door begin to open, before looking behind her, getting ready to make room for the new passenger to aboard. When she stepped back, and looked back up to see who it was, her breath left her body. There he was, standing there, looking right into her eyes. He gave her a small smile, as he walked into the elevator, wearing a suit.
"Doctor Grey," he said, looking into her eyes as the elevator door closed. He could smell her perfume; it smelt like lilacs, with another aroma of floral scents.
The tight space only intensified his cologne, and it had hypnotized her for a second, before she could finally answer. "Doctor Sloan," she breathed, looking up into his eyes. She'd felt so short, looking up to him. He had to be at least six feet tall. Even with heels on, she was still shorter. "It's uh, nice to meet you," she said, before holding out her hand to shake.
He took her hand, shaking it. "Likewise." he smiled back, as the sound of the elevator had taken over. "You're just as beautiful as you were on the cover of the magazine." he noted as she couldn't help but blush.
What the HELL was she doing? She had told herself that she was going to stay professional; nothing else. But he was already making it hard to do so, as he was going right for her heart. As before, she'd been told her heart lived in her vagina. Was he going for both? Oh hell, why was she thinking all of this? He was probably just being friendly. Right?
"Thanks," she said with a smile, looking up into his eyes. Ice blue.
And he stared back down into hers. A nice, soft hazel color. Looked soft, too. He shook himself out of the hypnotic stare, before glancing at the elevator door opening. "Dinner," he said, motioning her to go first.
She nodded with a smile, "Dinner," she exited the elevator. This was going to be one, long night she told herself, as the two made their way to the hotel lobby's exit, with a cab waiting for them.
