9:31 AM
Of course he wasn't there. He was already a minute late.
What did you really expect Clary? Clary sighed, going back once again through the files of Demon Spray. Jocelyn had just informed them that their first client was next Thursday, a week from now. She'd have to cram to learn everything.
10:30 AM
The door opened and Jace Wayland sauntered in, wearing a plain white tshirt and blue jeans riding low on his hips. Despite her annoyance at him, Clary's stomach flipped at the sight of him.
When he saw her sitting primly at her end of the desk, he grinned.
"You're late."
He ignored her comment. "You look nice today." His eyes scanned her body, taking in the red, long-sleeved V-neck she'd worn and her jean short-shorts. "Almost…doable for me."
"Just get to work, Jace," Clary muttered, staring down at her papers, hoping he couldn't see the fiery blush that stained her cheeks. In fact, the positive way her body responded to his comment scared herself.
…
A little over noon, the door to their office opened with a creak. Clary, not expecting anyone, jumped in surprise. A tall, extremely busty blonde sashayed in, swinging her hips dramatically.
"Um, excuse me," Clary started to say.
"Jace!" The blonde squealed, running over clumsily in her high platform shoes. She flung herself straight into his lap.
"Hey, Kaelie," Jace's voice was muffled underneath all her blond hair.
Oh, Clary thought. His girlfriend. Of course a guy like him would have a girlfriend. She tried to convince herself that the stab of disappointment running through her was because it wasn't Simon.
"I missed you yesterday, baby," Kaelie murmured, already sucking greedily at Jace's neck. Over her shoulder, Jace winked at Clary's opened mouth disgust and shock.
Ew. I can see their tongues. They need some PDA rules.
"Hmm," Jace growled, sliding his hand along Kaelie's inner thigh, making her shiver.
With a steamy sigh, Kaelie's mouth engulfed his and they started a very intense make-out session, grabbing each other's faces, hands roaming. Clary wanted to look away, but her eyes were glued.
Kaelie finally pulled back, and leaned off his lap. Her fingernails skimmed over his pants, where there was already a bulge. Jace closed his eyes, his hand slipping under her shirt and unclasping her bra with a flick of his fingers.
Kaelie gasped, and started grinding herself into him. Her hands began unzipping his zipper and she pulled out a long, rock-hard…
Holy shit, they're going to have sex. In my office. On this desk.
Clary felt her stomach hurl.
Trashcan.
TRASHCAN.
Where is that fucking trashcan?
She ran over to the trashcan in one corner and leaned over it, heaving, but nothing came out. She spit several times not only to clear her mouth of the uncomfortable feeling, but also to erase the image of Jace's huge dick out of her mind.
Suddenly, someone placed a strong hand at the base of her waist and hauled her upright. "You okay?" Jace asked.
Clary glared at him, too disgusted to speak, and ripped herself angrily out of his grasp. You just tried to have sex in front of me, and you expect me to peachy?
Back at the desk, Kaelie was busily putting her bra back on.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, Clary, this is my PA, Kaelie Fey." Jace walked over, swatting Kaelie's butt playfully as she giggled. "Kaelie, this is my new coworker, Clary Fray."
Kaelie gave Clary the once over, looking slightly disgusted. She narrowed her eyes and mouthed back off, he's mine.
Like I even want him, Clary scoffed back.
"I can read lip-sinc, Clary." Jace grinned. "You know you'll want a piece of this someday," he gestured to his body. "Lunch is over, Kaelie. I'll call you in later if I ever need you again."
Kaelie gave Jace another long, lingering kiss, before glaring menacingly at Clary.
"I knew watching sex made some people hot, but I never expected anyone to react as violently as you did," Jace said when the door had closed.
"It was revolting. Not everyone likes seeing your overly large dick, asshole."
Jace made the ooh shape with his mouth.
"As for another thing," Clary said, swinging to face her computer. She could see Jace watching her in the reflection of the blackened screen. "Never ever have desk sex in this office again."
"Desk sex," Jace mulled it over. "I like that term. Maybe we should try it sometime." With exaggerated slyness, he slung his arm over the back of Clary's chair, sliding her toward him. "Kaelie and I didn't get to finish. Wanna take care of my little problem downstairs, baby?"
"Like hell I will!" Clary slammed her chair backward. The impact hit Jace full-on, jamming hard against his erection.
Jace howled.
"Shush!" Clary scowled. "Man up, Jace. You wouldn't want them to think we're doing…other things."
Jace glared at her, cradling his bruised part. His teeth were gritted in pain, but he quieted down.
His harsh breathing filled the room. After a long silence, Jace pointed to her untouched sandwich next to her. "Aren't you gonna eat lunch?" He asked.
"You ruined my appetite."
"Great!" He reached over, grabbed the sandwich, and took a huge bite. "Yum."
…
"Izzy." Clary flung herself onto her friend's bed. "How am I going to survive?"
"What's wrong again?" Isabelle looked up from painting her toenails.
Clary threw a purple pillow at Isabelle's head, knocking the brush from her hand.
"Bitch!" Isabelle screamed. She flung up her foot dramatically, pointing to the red line trailing down her toe. "Look what you made me do!"
Clary grinned. "Karma's a bitch sometimes."
Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Anyway, tell me about your coworker."
"He's a blond, cocky, arrogant, hot, extremely sexy, irresistible, annoying asshole."
"My favorite," Isabelle winked.
"Oh, no. You'd hate this guy. He's not even the good type of bad." Clary flung an arm over her eyes. "God, he even tried to have desk sex with his personal assistant."
The "O" on Isabelle's face was quite comical. "Damn."
"I know. And I had front row seats too."
Isabelle whistled. "Was his cock long?"
"Hell yes!"
"He reminds me of one of my friends at my high school." Isabelle put away the nail polish, throwing it amid the huge pile of clothes on the other side of her room. "He was a friend of my brother's, two years older than me. As hot as hell, he was also a real player, dating girl after girl after girl. Just for a good romp in bed, too." She shook her head, sighing, and ran a brush through her long, raven black hair. "I haven't talked to him since college. I wonder where he is now…he probably got some STDs already."
"Ew," Clary wrinkled her nose. "Well, whatever he's like, Jace can't be any worse than that."
Isabelle dropped the comb she was holding. "Jace Wayland?"
…
Jace was sitting in front of Alec's flat screen, throwing popcorn into his mouth and thinking of Clary's face as she watched him grow aroused. He remembered her dashing madly for the trashcan and started laughing.
Beside him, Alec turned to stare at him. "Jace?"
"Sorry," Jace snickered, still chuckling at Clary. "I was just thinking about my new coworker."
"Figured." Alec shrugged. "She pretty?"
"Clary's smoking hot."
"Clary? As in Clary Fray?"
Jace nodded, confused at Alec's dark scowl. "Yeah, that girl."
"Don't try her, Jace. I'm not going to let you ruin Isabelle's best friend, like how you led on all those other girls."
"You know her?" Jace asked, incredulous. How come Alec never mentioned someone like Clary to me?
"Yeah, quite well too. She's not the type of girl for you, man. She's a strong girl, but once she gives you her heart, she's easy to break. She's had a tough life."
Jace frowned. "What makes you think I'd go for someone like her?" Damn, how does everyone know that I want her? Am I that obvious?
"I know you, Jace." Alec's blue eyes were as dark as night. "Stay away from her, Jace. If you break her heart, I'll break you."
…
"Yeah…" Clary stared at Isabelle's sudden outburst. "Jace Wayland."
Isabelle groaned. "Just my luck. Of all people, you had to be paired with Jace. Jace was the guy I was talking about."
Clary gulped. "Oh."
"He's a player, Clary. Do you know why all my old friends hate me?" Isabelle gave Clary a look. "Because at school, he took all of their virginities."
"All of them?"
Isabelle nodded. "Jace was popular, rich, and he got what he wanted. He constantly had a girlfriend, if not girlfriends. Every girl thought he was Mr. Right. Every girl thought that he'd change for her. But he didn't. He won't. I'm telling you this from the heart, Clary. I know him so well because he was like a brother to me. You're important to me, Clary, and I don't want you to end up as wasted shit. I don't want to lose you."
"Stay away from him, Clary." Isabelle pointed a long, manicured finger at her. "I love him with my heart, but I'm warning you; don't fall for him. He'll take your heart and play with it, treat you like your special. He'll twist you around his little finger. But in the end, he'll crush your heart into pieces. Always. And it will hurt."
"I know," Clary said in a small voice. "Believe me, I already know how much it hurts."
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