AN: Hey guys! So it's been a couple weeks since I've written a new chapter, but school has been picking up lately and I'm jam packed with homework and papers and projects. I will update as often as I can! Thank you to the readers that reviewed and were worried that I was taking another long break I really appreciate your concern! Now on to a new chapter! Review if you'd like, I always love feedback or thoughts from you guys!

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Cassie Claire.

Chapter 4

Clary POV

"I'd like the red head" he says. My eyes widen in shock and a soft gasp leaves my mouth.

"I'm sorry Mr. Herondale but my angel isn't on the market yet. We're having a bid for her innocence starting next week, highest bidder gets to be her first." Madame Dorthea says. She flaunts my inexperience to him, as if it'll be the most taunting thing on the planet. His gaze falls on me again as if he's analyzing me down to the very minute detail.

"May I?" he asks gesturing to me. Madame Dorthea looks skeptical but nods anyway. He moves towards me and reaches his hand out to me. I look at Izzy but she looks confused at to what is happening, I look at Madame Dorthea checking to see what I was supposed to do. She nods her head and so I reach my hand out and place my hand in his. He pulls me up and leads me back to Madame Dorthea. "What do you think the highest bid will be?" he asks her still holding my hand. I start to fidget and look down at my feet.

"For this innocent angel… I'd say $25,000… Our usual rate is $500 but my trinket is an untouched treasure. Surly she'll be worth a heavy sum for her first time." Madame Dorthea's eyes sparkle at the thought of making money.

"Done. I'll even go above that… I'll pay $75,000. But I have a condition…" he trails off. I feel his hand leave mine and trial up my arm and move to my waist. His hold on me is possessive but still gentle, it's almost comforting.

"What's the condition…?" Madame Dorthea looks conflicted. She likes the idea of all that money but is weary of what the condition may be.

"She is mine and only mine. I don't want anyone else to be able to have her. I know it's asking a lot but the way I see it is that I've bought her from you. At least for a long time…" he says smirking down at me. I flush at the thought of this man basically owning me. What would he expect of me, what will he have me do? Sure he's handsome and obviously rich, but will he be cruel to me. I definitely don't see him going easy on me, he's obviously experienced. For heaven's sake he basically screams sex when you see him. He might be a creep that gets off on young girls, that's probably why he chose me. Why pick the inexperienced girl when you have a whole house full of experienced bombshells?

"You Mr. Herondale drive a very appealing bargain… tell you what, come to the auction on Monday. See your competition, see my angel again on display, and if you really want her and there are no bidders bidding higher than $25,000 I'll gladly take your $75,000 and your condition." She give Mr. Herondale a devious smile.

"I was hoping to have some company tonight but I guess I can wait until Monday…" his sentence falls off. Hinting that he wants something in return for waiting until Monday.

"Tell you what." She trails off, my guess is for suspense. My stomach twists and I know I'm not going to like where this is going already. I was lucky enough to get off the hook until Monday, but I knew it was too good to be true. "I'll let you have a sneak peek of sorts…" I freeze at her words. What the hell does she mean 'he can have a sneak peek?'

"I'm intrigued do explain." He says meeting Dorthea's gaze.

"Well I'll allow you and my angel to 'get to know each other' a little better, if you know what I mean…" I look up at Mr. Herondale to see his reaction to hearing her offer. He wears an excited smirk on his face. His golden eyes are lightened with excitement. "but another one of my trinkets will be in the room with you to make sure you don't cross a line with my angel. I can't have her losing her value… I mean virtue." Madame Dorthea laughs lightly "Slip of the tongue I suppose." I move my eyes to look at Mr. Herondale. Once my eyes reach him I find that he's already staring down at me.

"You have a deal." He says without ever taking his eyes off me. I know I should feel nervous and I should probably hate this guy, I mean he intends to force himself on me by next week Monday. But I can't bring myself to really hate him just yet. I don't know what it is but there is something about him that makes me feel like I'm going to be ok. He definitely intimidates me, I mean he looks like a god among men and here I am. I can't even compare to him.

"Isabelle my temptress, please escort our lovely client here and angel back to her suite… keep a watchful eye on them too please darling. You know my rules…" Madame Dorthea trails off before turning and walking back to her quarters. I feel a tug on my arm and I look up at the golden eyes that have me so hypnotized.

"Come on angel let's 'get to know each other'…" we follow Izzy up the stairs to my suite and when we reach the doors the handsome buyer gestures for me to continue through the doors. I stiffly walk through the doors and stand awkwardly in the middle of my room. I see Izzy walk in after Mr. Herondale. The silence is so thick you could cut it with a knife. I keep flicking my eyes between Izzy and the perfect stranger. He just stands there taking everything in. He slowly walks around my room, dragging his hand across my bed. He looks at the pile of clothes on the bed and then back at me. "Couldn't figure out what to wear?" he asks jokingly. I look down.

"No I just moved into the room, Madame Dorthea sent those up just before dinner. I haven't had the chance to put them away…" I mumble. My eyes are still trained on the floor. I sense that he is moving closer to me, but it's almost as if he's suddenly become cautious.

"How long have you been here then?" He asks softly moving a few steps closer

"About a day I believe." I reply getting slightly breathless as he continues to take another step closer. I can feel him hovering just behind me.

"Where are you from?"

"New York City" I say hoping to sound confident and sure of myself, like he hasn't affected me at all.

"What a wonderful place, I live there and my business is there…" he's basically presses up behind me now. "How old are you? You look about 17… maybe even 18." I feel his breath on my neck.

"I'm twenty four…" he makes a humming sound in the back of this throat. Like he's satisfied with the response.

"And you really have never been with a man before, never been brought to the brink of passion…? Never known the joy of feeling fully lost in someone else's body?" his mouth brushes across my neck and a small gasp escapes me.

"No…"

"What's your name angel… your real name?" his hands have found their way to my waist his hold is firm but gentle. I'm not afraid of him, oddly I feel safe in his half embrace.

"Clary…" I say while turning my head to look into his eyes. His sweet and smoldering golden eyes meet mine.

"I like that name, it's pretty. Suits you very well angel." I feel him release me and move around me heading for the door.

"What's your name?" I ask quickly. I see him stop, I look down as quickly as those words left my mouth. I shouldn't have asked that. I feel a hand gently lift my chin up. His minty breath fans my face. His lips hover just above mine, my eyes flutter closed waiting for the kiss.

"Call me Jace…"