Chapter 7
It was six am, running down the stairs the woman was excited; today was the day she started her new job. Willow was grinning from ear to ear, making herself a bowl of cereal she made a note to go grocery shopping this evening; since her cupboards were completely bare.
Finishing her breakfast; she slips on her running shoes, heading out the door and down the drive way at a fairly good sprint. Reaching the gate she punched the code in, then started running down the street till' she heard someone behind her yell.
"Hey Will!" The redhead turned to see who was calling her; her grin got even wider as the blonde jogged up to her. "Wanna run together?" Tara asked smiling, the smaller girl nodded as they took off down the road. "So Tar, how did you sleep last night?"
They came to a stop light; jogging in place the blonde looked over at the other woman. "I slept great, was very refreshed when I woke up this morning. You?" Willow nodded, "Same, did get up a couple times but that's cause' it's a new place, new house and all." The sign flashed green so both women began to cross, suddenly Tara grabbed Willow's arm yanking her back; before a large Hummer almost ran her over.
Willow blinked; not sure what just happened, shaking a bit she moved to the curb and sat down. "Apparently people here do not follow traffic laws…" She tried to shake off the eery feeling of almost being run down. Tara grumbled under her breath; the redhead could barely make out a few words, 'damn, ass, don't I know that hummer'.
The actress sits down next to her new friend not sure if she could touch her or not in comfort; then Willow leaned into her still shaking. Wrapping an arm around the woman's shoulders the blond hugged her. "Most do, but there are few that decide they should be above the law and do shit anyway." All the redhead did was nod, she was slowly calming down; but being almost run over is quite a shock to the system.
"I think I'm done with my run today, just gonna go back to the house." Tentatively standing up she tried to keep her balance, feeling very unsure she started to lean to one side. Tara got up quickly, pulling the smaller woman to her side, "Let me help, I don't think I am going to run anymore either. Let's get you back home," Patting the woman's shoulder they slowly started back to Willow's house, with the redhead leaning heavily against the blonde.
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The Hummer stopped halfway down the block as a woman looked through her rear-view mirror, "Fucking lil bitch, no one gets close to my Tara." The woman watches as the redhead was clearly shaken up, tensing as she watched Tara sit next to the woman, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
Clarrise started to grit her teeth, she had noticed last night Tara went to visit the new neighbor. Remembering how Tara went home after two in the morning from that woman's house; gripping the steering wheel she began forming a plan in her psychotic mind to get Tara back. Stepping on the accelerator she grinned to herself about what she was planning to do.
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They approached the gate; not knowing what the code was Tara whispered softly in Willow's ear. "Will, what's the code to the gate?" The redhead quietly replied, punching in the numbers they began to walk up the driveway. Then they heard a small electric motor behind them, driving up was Tara's chef Sam, he was in a golf cart.
"Tara, need a lift? I saw what happened as I was driving in, figured I would come by and bring a lift." He smiled, helping the redhead sit down; noticing Tara sat beside the woman in the back instead of up front. Smiling to himself he drives up the small road to the house.
The trips was quick and silent, "Sam, head back. I'm going to make sure Willow is ok then will be back shortly." Nodding the man waited for the women to be clear of the cart, taking off back down the driveway. Tara helped Willow up the steps, stopping at the door the redhead dug into a pocket for her keys.
She fumbled with the lock on the door; softly the blonde cupped her hands over Willow's. Both stopped moving as they felt almost a shock, the blonde let out a soft gasp; while Willow's eyes widened. Neither knew what it meant but there was something there; finally the blonde unlocked the door, helping her friend inside. Then she turned to leave, "Please Don't"
Tara froze in her tracks; not sure what to do, turning slowly she stepped back in the house, closing the door behind her. "Are you ok?" The redhead looked up locking with the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. 'How did I not notice them last night?' She saw concern, and was that a flicker of want?
Shaking her head; she leant against the wall sighing, "I'm rattled and scared." She wrapped her arms around herself, looking almost like a small child. Tara wondered where the confident woman was she met last night, stepping into Willow's personal space; she placed her hands on the woman's arms, "Let's get you cleaned up ok? It was an accident, idiots need to learn to share the road, not the greatest first impression of L.A. sadly."
Willow's breath caught in her throat at how close Tara was; their eyes stayed locked as she listened to the actress, eyes darting to those plump lips then back up. She wanted to kiss her, 'Get the thought out of your head Rosenberg, she's way out of your league'. The blonde carefully unwrapped her arms from her body, leading them to the stairs.
"Um I don't know where the your room is Will." 'Oh goddess she called me Will again!' The redhead blinked; taking the blonde's hand a bit more securely they slowly made their way upstairs. Moving down the hall; Tara noticed they were moving to two very large dark oak wood doors at the end. 'Wow, when Will buys a house, she buys a house!'
Stopping at the door; Willow hesitated she didn't know if she should let Tara in, they hardly knew each other. Shrugging off the thought she weakly opened the doors, walking in she heard a gasp from the woman beside her. A small smile spread on the redhead's lips; the room was breath taking, holding in the center of the room on patch of risen floor a large California king sized bed.
"This is gorgeous, man Wolfgang sure knew what he was doing." Tara just stood there admiring the old Victorian Goth furniture, looking at the redhead who just smiled. 'Wow that smile is so sexy!' the blonde noticed Willow start to move toward a smaller door off to the side, 'must be the bathroom, god I wonder if that is as beautiful as the bedroom….bed…room…bed! OMG I am in her bedroom!'
She didn't realize as she spoke to herself that she was making some pretty interesting faces, the redhead caught a chair laughing loudly. "Tara, I dunno what you're thinking, but the faces are hilarious!" Snapping out of her inner monologue the blonde skield shyly, "Sorry, just this room is so wow. It suites you very well."
The compliment had Willow blushing many shades of red, "T-thank you, um you can stay if you like, I'm just going to shower and change for our meeting and for the rest of the day…" She trailed off wondering what Tara wanted to do.
"Oh, right um well I need to go shower myself, I'll see you in a few hours right?" She asked with abig smile, happy to see Willow was ok and smiling again. The redhead nodded, "Yeah will be there in a bit, You can make it out of the house fine enough?"
The actress nodded, noticing the woman's eyes go from emerald to a forest green. They smiled once more, slipping out Tara jogged down the steps and out the front door, carefully closing it behind her with a loud thud.
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The Hummer pulled up outside the studio; she was having a meeting with the board about the series, as well as if Tara signed the contract. Walking into the office head held high she sat down in one of the chairs. "So Rich, did we get our star?" The man behind the desk, Rich Geoffrey, the producer and creator of the un-named series was sitting there with a pen in hand.
"We did Miss Jefferson, however she got full salary, a very large trailer that you are forbidden to even within one-hundred yards. As well as only talking to her on set, talk to her off set and you will be in breach of your contract." He straightened his suit jacket, wanting to get this out of the way as soon as possible.
The raven haired woman's eyes bulged out of her sockets, "What this is insane, full salary, a large trailer and all I can do is talk to her on set!" She rose from her seat extremely upset, "next thing you are going to tell me is she gets an assistant!" He didn't say anything, smirking since he really didn't like Clarrise Jefferson as a person, but she was a hell of a director.
She noticed his silence and the smirk, "OH lord, she gets an assistant doesn't she!" She slammed her fist on the desk, rattling all the contents on the surface. She received a scowl from the man, as he made sure anything didn't fall. "Yes she is, however she is paying out of her own pocket for the assistant. You Miss Jefferson better be professional and not step over the line. If I hear one thing ONE! You are out on your ass, do I make myself clear Director?"
As he spoke he rose to his full six foot, eight inches in stature; knowing it was very intimidating. Clarrise stepped back, "Yes sir, crystal clear." She grabbed her purse, grinding her teeth as she walked out of the office. Huffing by anyone who she came across, she made a b-line for her vehicle.
Slamming the driver's door shut; she was seething, Tara managed to get everything from the original contract, and she was stuck with very little. "Tara MaClay, you will be mine and under my control. I want that fucking money and that tight fucking Ass!" She screams inside the cab of the Hummer, then starting the engine she sped out of the studio lot; not caring if anyone was in her way.
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Willow stood in front of the mirror, smiling as she gazed at her outfit. "Damn, I look good. This should impress." She was dressed in a pair of sleek black trousers, tucking in her midnight-blue, three-quarter sleeved collared shirt into the waist band. The buttons stopped just above her cleavage, giving just a hint of a tease if anyone looked her way. She tightened her black belt with a small snap.
Making sure her hair lay just right; flipping out at the tips was always her favorite style. "Miss Rosenberg, you are ready for the day!" Giggling she made her way downstairs, grabbing her purse and keys she was out the door.
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"Tara, it's not like she is going to care what you wear." Sam was frustrated; the blonde spent the last hour trying to figure out something to wear. Poking her head out of the closet, "You are a man, you would not understand. I want to make a good impression as her boss." Her head disappeared back into the black hole of clothing.
The Chef sighs; he never knew Tara to be like this, chuckling a bit more 'It is rather funny' he thought. "I'm going downstairs, start on lunch." He heard a muffled reply from somewhere in the closet, still chuckling he left the room.
"I guess this'll do." Tara looked in the mirror; after one and a half hours she was finally dressed. Looking at the time she knew Willow would arrive at any minute, smiling she smoothed out her grey knee-length skirt. Turning making sire her maroon blouse was wrinkle free, slipping on some stylish black heels she made sure it was perfect.
A few minutes later her maid Judith came in. "Miss Tara, Miss Rosenberg has arrived, I showed her to your office. Do you need anything before I go?" The blonde shook her head, "No Judith, I'm good. By the way you look great." Grinning at the young girl as she blushed; the woman was wearing fashionable jeans and a cute shirt. "Thank you Miss Tara." She smiled again and left. 'Good thing I don't hold to uniforms, that girl in a uniform, hell the men would not get work done.'
Making her way downstairs she paused, taking a deep breath. As she entered her jaw dropped, Willow was sitting in one of her leather chairs with her legs crossed. Her eyes moving up the woman's body; settling at the top of the shirt where the buttons ended. 'Wow!' she thought, her feet were frozen to the floor.
The redhead felt someone's eyes on her, turning her head it took everything for her not to drool. Seeing the blonde standing at the door was a vision to behold. 'Those legs, OMG I bet that skirt makes her ass look amazing!' Willow stood, taking a few steps closer; both women were speechless just looking at each other in silence.
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