It had been two weeks since Lexa moved to New York with me and apart from the little arguments over who's turn it is to do with washing up, or to buy the groceries, everything had been great. I'd been working overtime to set up everything at work for her to start. She had been out, busying herself with typical tourist things and getting herself used to the neighbours and neighbourhood. Since the first night, I felt her being distant from me, but I chalked it up to nerves of being in a new city, being in a new country and starting fresh like I did, but I had just reached the point where I needed to know if something was going on, or whether it was all in my head.
I had ordered a Chinese take-away which was to be delivered at any point. I had stocked up on her favourite Whiskey, Jack Daniels with honey, and was now just waiting for her arrival.
Minutes turned to hours and before I knew it, I had fell asleep on the sofa.
I was woken up by keys jingling outside the door. Wiping the sleep from my eyes I checked on the time, it was a little after 3am. I sat up, stretched and yawned and turned the living room light on. That action made Lexa jump, "holy shit, what are you doing there?"
I blinked and looked at her, she had obviously been out for some drinks, and by the way she was swaying, yet holding onto the door to keep herself steady, my guess it was quiet a lot of drinks.
"I do live here you know, and I thought you did too, although I've barely seen you around. Can we talk?"
She stumbled into the apartment, closing the door and locking it behind herself. "Clarke can we do this tomorrow? I don't think right now is the best idea."
I stood up and walked towards her, "why wouldn't it be the best idea? What's going on Lexa, why are you avoiding me?" She pushed past me and started walking towards her room. "Don't walk away from me Lex, please, I deserve that much." She dropped her shoulders and stood still.
"I'm sorry, I can't." With that, she walked in her room and closed the door.
That was the first time I ever cried over Lexa.
The knock on the door startled me, "come in."
"Hi Boss, I was wondering if we could discuss the Levi case? I just have a few discrepancies with the evidence and before we take it further, everything needs straightening out. I know how high profile the case is, so I need your permission for a meeting between the clients. Can I go ahead and book it?" I sighed at hearing this voice.
"Tom what have I said about these issues? You came to me weeks ago and said the same thing, I set it up for you then, why do I need to set it up again? I gave you this case as you asked for more responsibilities, but if you can't handle it, I will have to pass it on to someone else." Tom was one of my newer employees. He came with a recommendation from my boss, however I didn't agree with him. Due to politics within the company, I had to take him on, but that didn't mean I had to like him.
"I'm sorry boss, this will be the last time, I swear." I sighed at his response. He really was a good kid, but wasn't the best Lawyer.
"Okay, I'll get on it and send you an email with the booking. Don't let us have this conversation again." With a nod, he exited my office. I pressed the intercom on my desk phone which rang through to my PA, Lexa.
"Hi boss, what can I do for you?" I smiled at her professionalism. At work, we kept it quiet that we were best friends, although at this time I use that saying loosely.
"Can you please call Mr and Mrs Levi, we need to set up another meeting at their earliest convenience, if they ask why, give them some spiel about getting everything we need for prosecution, try not to let them know that Tom slipped up, yet again."
"Sure thing Boss, anything else whilst I'm at it?" She sounded so different over the phone, it was still something I was trying to get used to.
"Yes, I'll need my nightly report as soon as you can, I'd like to finish on time tonight. Can you also hold all of my calls, unless urgent, take messages and I will deal with them tomorrow."
"Of course Boss. Give me half an hour and they will be on your desk."
Lexa's desk was just outside my office, but things were still fragile since the first night. I've tried many times to try and speak to her, but each time she blows me off, I decided to leave it be. I'm not one to chase after girls, she will come to me when she's ready.
Right on time I heard a knock on the door, "come in" I said loud enough for her to hear. I watched her as she walked over, flipping through pages ensuring nothing was forgotten. She was wearing a tight black dress under a casual blazer, her legs on show and a pair of heels similar to mine. Her figure was certainly something I could never forget after our night together. She looked up and noticed me watching her. A small blush covered her cheeks and she looked away again. As she reached my desk, she handed over the beige folder containing the numbers for today, "here you go Boss."
She turned to walk away, "Lexa wait." She turned around and looked at me, "do you want to get the subway together?" I looked at her with hope across my features. Screw not chasing her, this was Lexa.
"Okay, I'll be ready to leave at 5.30. I'll wait for you at my desk." With that she turned on her heels and walked out. Well, it was a start.
(flashback)
"You're acting like you've never seen my body before." I dragged my eyes up to her as I continued drinking wine out of the bottle, I know, classy. "Smooth Clarke, I understand though. I have rocking abs, I'd be surprised if you didn't notice them."
"Oh stop being cocky, they're not that good, I'm just drunk and after the nearest thing to me." She tilted her head to the side, with a twinkle in her eyes and a trapped bottom lip between her teeth, she looked at me teasingly.
"So you're after me then?" Another strut towards me, another glance down her perfectly sculpted body. She was standing infront of me now, her stomach directly in my eye line, and I had the biggest desire to trail my tongue around her belly button and muscles, tasting her skin as a precursor as to what I would taste next. When all of a sudden my view became blocked by her hand, she was slowly stroking herself, teasing me. My head was spinning, this was Lexa, I was incredibly turned on and this was Lexa.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I never said you." I drank from the bottle again, at this stage I wasn't even sure if I was drinking White, Red or Rose wine, it still tasted good and hit the spot.
"Well what do you want?" She was opening all kinds of doors with that question.
"Right now, I have the biggest urge to ride a stomach, and to have an orgasm or two. Not necessarily in that order." Her hand faltered which gave me enough strength to pull my eyes away and look up at her, the look in her eyes was one I hadn't seen before. It was one I knew I was wearing as well, lust.
"And if you don't want me, then how do you want your orgasms?" She slowly started to bend down, giving me an ideal view of her cleavage. She placed her hands on my legs, bringing her eye level to mine. She raised her eyebrow and bit her lip again.
"Well, I've got my stallion, a laptop full of porn and a very vivid imagination." My heart was skipping beats as my eyes traced over her features. It was like I was seeing Lexa for a first time.
I watched as she also traced over my features. I watched as wet her lips when she looked at mine. I watched goosebumps rise up her body when I caught her staring at my lips. We both knew what we wanted. We both knew what was happening.
"How about you show me your stallion, your porn, and your vivid imagination?"