Maybe she should have been more wary about this guy who randomly decided to help some random girl he found on the side of the road and then offered her a job and somewhere to live. She didn't know anything about him, after all. She didn't know how old he was or what he did for a living. Maybe he was a drug lord or a serial killer. Somehow she just instinctively trusted him though. Maybe it was because he'd helped her, or maybe it was because he was gorgeous. Either way, she'd basically put her future in his hands, and she didn't regret it yet.

It wasn't like he knew anything about her either. Except her name. And yet he was accepting her into his home no questions asked. He was probably the strangest man she'd ever met.

They drove up a driveway to a darkened house. All Clarke could really tell about it in the dark was that it was big. Bigger than the house she and her mom lived in back home. She wondered if Bellamy lived there all alone or whether he had family. She glanced down at his hand resting on the gear stick but it didn't look like he was wearing a ring. Not married then.

Bellamy drove the car into the garage and got out of the car, leaving Clarke to follow cautiously. He didn't say anything to her as they walked through the house, an he didn't bother turning any lights on until he opened the door to a bedroom and gestured her inside.

"This is your room. There's a bathroom across the hall. I have things to do so I'll see you in the morning and tell you about what's expected of you. You can have tomorrow to rest and you can start on Monday," he told her. Clarke nodded and Bellamy left her alone.

She shut the door and stared at the room for a moment. Her suitcase had obviously been taken with the car, so she didn't have pyjamas or a toothbrush or basically any essential items. She didn't even have her phone anymore, not that she'd been planning to use it.

She had no idea what time it was, but it was dark out so she figured it was late enough to go to bed. She had nothing better to do anyway.

Sighing emphatically, Clarke pulled off her shoes and climbed into the bed in her clothes before falling asleep almost immediately.

She woke the next morning in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room and temporarily forgot where she was and what had happened. Her stomach clenched when she thought about the situation she'd gotten herself into. In the light of day, accepting some random man's job offer didn't seem like such a good idea. Yet, she wasn't willing to back out now. But maybe he had changed his mind. She figured she should probably go and find him.

Feeling nervous, she slipped out of bed and into the hall, still in last night's clothes, seeing as she had nothing else to wear. Glancing both ways, she turned right and padded down the hall, not really knowing where to start looking seeing as she had no idea about the layout of the house. She thought she could hear music coming from somewhere within the house, so she followed her ears, eventually leading her to the kitchen.

There was a girl about her age, buttering toast and blasting music from her iphone. Bellamy's girlfriend maybe? She was dressed up, like she had an important business meeting to attend, her dark hair pulled back into a neat pony tail.

Clarke wondered if she should draw attention to herself, say something to the girl, or just back away and continue looking for Bellamy, but before she could decide, the dark haired girl looked up from her toast and immediately narrowed her striking green eyes.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Cl-Clarke," Clarke stammered, wishing she felt and sounded more confident. She hoped this girl didn't think she'd broken in or anything. "I'm-," she started to explain, but the girl cut her off.

"My brother's latest conquest?" she snorted, turning back to her toast. Clarke's eyes widened in surprise at the insinuation.

"I… what? Your brother? Conquest? No, I-," Clarke tried to explain again, but this girl (Bellamy's sister apparently), clearly wasn't in the mood for explanations.

"Don't kid yourself, Clarke," she said flatly. "Bellamy's slept with everyone in this town. I'm doing you a favour by letting you know now." She seemed a little sympathetic, but she'd obviously had this talk a few times.

"You're mistaken," Clarke replied, hoping her face wasn't as red as it felt. "I didn't sleep with your brother."

"Oh." Bellamy's sister said. "Who are you then?"

"She's the new maid," Bellamy cut in, walking into the kitchen then and opening the fridge to pull out the milk. His hair was wet, he'd clearly just showered, and the smell of his aftershave wafted towards her as he walked past. "Clarke, meet my sister Octavia. Octavia, Clarke," he introduced as he poured himself a bowl of cereal.

"The maid?" Octavia repeated, somewhat accusingly. "Bellamy-," she started.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Bellamy said through gritted teeth. Octavia checked her watch, then glanced at Clarke, still standing by the bench awkwardly.

"I'll talk to you about this later," she said to Bellamy before stalking out, not another word or glance in the direction of Clarke.

"Alright, I'll give you a tour of the house," Bellamy told her, not bothering to apologise for his sister's less than warm welcome. Seems like the Blake's had that in common.

He showed her around the house, telling her what would be expected of her as they walked.

"Can you cook?" he asked.

"Reasonably," she replied with a shrug.

"We'll see," he said dubiously. "Obviously, cleaning is the main thing. If you can't cook then you'll need to learn. You'll also be expected to answer the door and run errands and do the grocery shopping, that kind of thing. You work from eight until eight, and you can have a break at ten, one and six. Sound reasonable?" Bellamy asked. Clarke nodded. "You can have one day off a week. Any preference for what day?"

"No," Clarke responded.

"Alright we can figure that out later. Any questions?" he finished, looking at her expectantly. They'd stopped back in the kitchen after seeing the rest of the house. She had about a million questions, but most of them were about Bellamy himself and she got the vibe he wasn't about to tell her his whole life story, no matter how interested she was to hear it.

"What should I wear?" she asked instead.

"Right, you have no clothes," he pulled out his wallet and handed her some cash. "Buy your work clothes with this. Something black and respectable. You can borrow some of Octavia's clothes for today and when you're not working until the police track down John Murphy."

"She won't mind?" Clarke queried dubiously.

"She'll get over it. Now, I have to go and meet someone. You can make yourself at home but please don't go into my study or bedroom. Those are off limits unless you're cleaning, obviously," he said sternly. Clarke nodded in understanding and Bellamy nodded back before brushing past her and leaving her alone.

Clarke decided to make herself some breakfast before walking to the shops to find something to wear for work. She kept her own clothes on, not ready to go rifling through Octavia's wardrobe just yet. From what she could tell when Bellamy showed her his sister's room, Octavia had a lot of clothes and probably wouldn't miss a few but Clarke wasn't willing to risk it. It seemed like the girl already disapproved of her.

Everything looked different in daylight, but she walked in the direction of where she thought they'd come from last night, hoping maybe she could run into someone who could direct her to where the main shopping area of town was. The Blake house was kind of out of town, surrounded by farm land, and it took her half an hour just to get to the edge of town. She passed a tractor dealership and some big warehouses, and as she passed the mechanics, someone called out to her.

"Hey, Clarke!" Clarke spun around to see Raven grinning at her from behind the wheel of a car.

"Oh, hey," Clarke replied with a small wave.

"I'm just about to take this baby for a spin, figure out what's wrong with it. You need a lift somewhere?" Raven offered.

"That would be great," Clarke accepted gratefully and quickly slipped into the passenger seat. "I need to go to the shops."

"Sure. Where's you car?" Raven asked as she pulled out onto the road.

"Long story short, it got stolen," Clarke sighed.

"Shit! Did you call the cops?" Raven asked.

"Yeah, they're looking into it," Clarke replied.

"You need somewhere to stay? I have a spare room," Raven offered.

"No, that's okay… I actually… well, someone kind of saved me last night and offered me a job and somewhere to live," Clarke confessed. She wasn't sure why, but it felt like the whole thing should be kept a secret.

"No way! So you'll be sticking around for a while then?" Raven continued.

"Yeah I guess so," Clarke smiled.

"So who is it? What's the job?" Raven questioned.

"Um, Bellamy Blake's maid," Clarke said, glancing at Raven for her reaction. She trusted this woman, and if she knew Bellamy Clarke was willing to trust her opinion on the guy. Raven raised her eyebrows.

"Bellamy Blake?"

"Yeah. Do you know him?"

"Everyone knows him," Raven laughed knowingly.

"What's he like?" Clarke asked, a little apprehensively.

"He's a good guy. Helps people out when he can," Raven nodded.

"Have you slept with him?" Clarke blurted out. She hadn't meant to be so blunt but she couldn't seem to stop herself. Raven didn't seem offended, to Clarke's relief, and actually laughed.

"Not one to beat around the bush, huh?" she chuckled.

"Sorry, it's just Octavia said he had slept with everyone in town… and then you said everyone knows him so I just assumed…" she trailed off, embarrassed.

"Oh, I have slept with him," Raven confirmed. "Octavia's kind of exaggerating though. I think he's professional enough not to try anything with you, if that's what you're worried about," Raven assured her.

"Oh no," Clarke said, surprised. She hadn't even considered the idea. "I was just…" she didn't even know why she was asking. It was probably unprofessional of her to be asking about her new boss's sex life. "…wondering." She finished lamely. Raven raised an eyebrow at her but said nothing. A minute later she pulled up on the main street.

"Alright, kid, I'll catch you later," she said as Clarke got out of the car. "Call me if you need a ride."

"I don't have your number. Or a phone," Clarke remembered.

"Well, walk back to the shop and I can give you a lift from there," Raven amended.

"Okay, thanks," Clarke said, slamming the car door behind her.