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Clary looked down at her dress, pulling at the fabric. It seemed too tight, but Isabelle had insisted that it gave her curves, with the amount that Clary had been eating lately; she wasn't surprised by a little weight gain.

Clary breathed in a calming breath and withdrew it, she was so nervous, this would be her first ever social event and she hoped that she had all the right manners and decorum to assert herself.

The dress Clary wore was knee length and black, fitting her body perfectly with spaghetti straps, Isabelle had decided that even with her hair colour red was the best thing to go with the dress and Clary's feet were put into a pair of red heels and her hands held a red clutch. It was a cold night so around her shoulders she wore a black shawl. Her hair was down and in perfect waves and she wore little make up.

You can do this, just act like you belong.

Clary repeated this over and over, as if it were a mantra. Hearing a knock at the door didn't help her feelings of anxiety and hearing Jace climb the stairs did nothing for it either.

Clary wondered, not for the first time, what it would be like to dance with Jace tonight—did Jace even dance?—he looked as if he would be a very graceful dancer, although she had no idea how true that could be. She imagined his long and piano playing fingers would hold her gently, but enough so that anyone else around knew that she was his. His golden eyes would sparkle and his lips would turn up into a sexy grin and then he would lean down and press those lips against her, causing a moan to escape her, his hands would tighten and her loins would clench—

Holy shit!

Clary shook her head, getting all thoughts of lips and loins away from her, that was not safe territory to cross. Jace was her boos, her boss, and apparently also the object of her sexual fantasies.

Clary took in another calming breath and walked out of her bedroom door, as she turned she bumped into something and nearly fell but strong hands gripper her upper arms keeping her level and steady. She looked up with a smile and was met by Jace's eyes.

"Thanks," She said, leaving his grip and stepping back. She looked up and saw something she never expected to see before in his eyes. He seemed to be studying her, and in her tight black dress, Clary felt very exposed, although the intensity in his gaze made her feel warm all over and like she captivated him as much as he had the first time they met. Clary felt as though he was seeing through her, seeing into her soul and the look in his eyes said he liked what he saw.

"Jace, are you okay?" She asked and it broke whatever trance he was under.

"Fine, it's just, you uh, you clean up well." Jace stammered. Clary was amazed, she had known Jace a month and he always spoke with such eloquence, he never stammered.

"Thank you," Clary grinned and looked over what Jace was wearing, a plain black and white suit that on anyone else would have looked boring, but on Jace, it looked great, emphasizing his muscle and bringing out his gold eyes. "So do you." He gave a rueful grin and turned to walk, Clary, in a feeling of sudden boldness, decided to ask him, the worst thing he could say was no.

"Jace?" He looked back at her and she nearly lost the boldness. "Save me a dance?"

He seemed startled by the question and then a small smile appeared, one Clary had never seen before, it was almost...relieved?

"Sure, I'll find you." She smiled at him before turning, when she reached the stairs she looked back and saw him watching her.

Something about that, something about Jace being to intent on her movements, something about his intense scrutiny and something about Jace in general, sent a heat through her body. She smiled at him once more before descending the stairs.

Sebastian looked up as she came down and he looked mystified. She reached him and stood just in front of him.

"Clary, you look, uh, wow." Clary grinned, but inside her body didn't react like it had when Jace told her how she looked. Hell, just the way he had looked at her caused more within her than Sebastian did, but he was sweet and nice and handsome and showed an interest that Jace never had.

"You look, wow, too." He smiled and offered her his arm, with one last look up the stairs she accepted and they walked out of the manor and into a limo, with Champagne and two flutes waiting for them.

Clary's nervousness suddenly turned into anticipation. She could not wait for tonight, it would be her first real party.

She just wished that the boy she was with was blonde.

"Whiskey, neat." The bartender got his order quickly and Jace gulped it down, wanting to feel the heat of the alcohol. To erase the images from his head. "Another." He indicated his glass and the bartender complied. He was about to down this one when a hand hitting his shoulder stopped him.

"What's up, partner?" Simon asked, sitting next to Jace on the bar stool.

Jace had rented out the infamous club, Pandemonium, for tonight's festivities, they had it until 4.a.m. and Jace was going to make it count.

"The ceiling, my near sighted friend." He clapped Simon's shoulder; his only reply was a roll of the eyes.

"I meant with you and you damn well know it." Simon poked Jace in the chest, he actually poked him.

"Should I tell your fiancé that you are poking other men now?" Simon groaned and Jace smirked. He always used his smartass comments to avoid uncomfortable subjects.

He himself had no idea what was wrong with him, normally he would be in amongst the partiers, getting drunk, dancing—making out with all the hot chicks, although with Kaelie always clinging to him, that was near impossible. Jace had rented this hall, only because it gave his guests free drinks, but the club was still open for regulars, Jace did that so that he had a variety of woman to look at. Though he tried to scope out a hottie, his eyes always drifted to one.

Clary.

Jace thought it was the hair, it stood out, like fire but then his eyes would drift lower to her skin, it's paleness in stark contrast to all of the orange fake tans, then there was her normally slender body in the dress, squeezing every curve that it could. Clary looked breathtaking, he had never wanted a woman so much in his life, but it was wrong, Clary was not the type of girl he could just fuck and send on her way, mainly because her way was down the hall from his way.

Jace wondered why Clary captivated him so much, she was certainly good looking but she wasn't like any of the girls he had been with before.

Jace always went for bimbo's, even he could admit that. They were always fake. Fake tan. Fake boobs. Fake face. Fake.

Jace watched as Sebastian spun Clary to the dance floor, holding her hips and they sashayed to the music. Jace's hand tightened on his glass, though it had no right to, Clary wasn't his so he shouldn't want to go over there and rip Sebastian's head off.

Besides, killing Sebastian would only result in paperwork for him and having to find another agent that was as good as him.

"Could you be any more obvious?" Simon said and Jace turned to him.

"About what?" He asked coyly.

"The fact that you are clearly undressing Clary with your eyes."

"I am not undressing her, I am merely admiring a piece of art, do you have a problem with that?"

Simon sighed, it seemed exasperated.

"Didn't think so." Jace continued to sip on his scotch and ordered another one. Jace couldn't help himself as his eyes moved back to Clary. She looked so stunning, Jace had to stare, so did a few other men he noticed.

How dare they, Clary was not something to be ogled, Clary was the kind of woman you brought home to meet your parents and took on romantic walks and candlelit dinners and married.

Jace never wanted those things, not now; he was one of the most eligible bachelors of New York City, all the women wanted him, although he only wanted a night from them himself, sometimes he went back for more.

Jace's thoughts suddenly dissipated as Clary looked up at him, her green eyes seeing him like no one else. He sometimes got the impression that Clary saw past hid bravado, his mask, and saw him for who he was, not who he was known as. Sometimes, he just wanted to talk to Clary, he never wanted to talk to a girl before, well not a serious chat anyway. He had lay in bed, contemplating whether or not he should go to her and open up his heart, though he never would.

"Go on," Simon urged him, taking his scotch away. "Ask her to dance." Simon gave Jace a small push. Jace stood for a moment, just looking at Clary; she had gone back to talking to Sebastian.

Now or never Wayland, move it!

Jace moved forward, not taking his eyes off of her, already imagining what it would be like to hold Clary in his arms, to feel her body against his, to have his hands roam over her and to press his lips against her—

"Hello handsome." Jace was brought out of his thoughts by a sultry voice and a hand trailing down his chest.

Kaelie.

"Hi, look I—" She pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

"You are going to dance with me." It was a demand. Jace looked into her blue eyes and saw that there was promise there, he almost gave in, almost let her take him. Almost. He moved his gaze for a second, but that was all it took to see the piercing green.

Now or never.

"No, I'm going to dance with her." Jace pointed to Clary and moved away from Kaelie, who was staring at him with wide eyes and her mouth open.

Jace walked up behind Clary, she was listening to Sebastian and even Jace knew she was bored. This was his opportunity.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I promised this young lady a dance." Clary looked at him, a smile in her eyes and before she or Sebastian could reply, he took her hand pulling her to the dance floor as a slower song began to play. Jace placed his hands on her hips as she wrapped hers around his neck. Jace looked into her eyes and seemed to be trapped there, her gaze was so intense and so beautiful, Jace didn't want to look away. They moved in perfect synch with each other, Clary swaying her hips and Jace following her movements.

"Well, looks like you lived up to your promised." She grinned at him and Jace felt a strange sense of relief, relief that he made her smile like that, not Sebastian he also felt satisfaction, for the same reason and also, Clary never looked at anyone else that was staring, she only had eyes for him.

Jace knew this was bad, but at this moment, with Clary in his arms, he didn't care.

"I am a man of my word, remember that." He winked at her and saw her cheeks go slightly pink.

They danced for a few songs, to Jace it was not enough time. He felt strange with Clary in his arms, like somehow, without her there, the world was a cold place one where he was all alone but with her in his arms, looking at him, smiling at him, he felt whole, complete. Jace knew he was treading in dangerous waters, but he did not care, not right now. Clary was all he cared about in that moment and looking into her eyes Jace could only feel—hell he hoped—that she felt the same.

"Clary?" Jace began speaking softly. Clary looked at him with innocence and small hint of desire that nearly unhinged him.

"Yes Jace?" She answered his question with another, inconspicuously moving her body closer to his. He was so consumed by her, all of her.

"I was just wondering...if..." Jace trailed off in a breath. He was so confused, he had never been this nervous or kind to a woman he desired before, of course he wasn't a total dick to them, but he always made his point clear. He wanted them in his bed and then to leave, most women got that message.

But Clary was different.

He had made no moves towards her that would suggest that he wanted sex from her; instead, the only moves he made towards Clary were to ensure she had a future, one that didn't involve going back to the streets.

"You were wondering what?" She asked and her eyes gleamed.

In that moment, Jace knew there would be no going back, if he leaned forward, only slightly, his lips would touch Clary's and with the way she was looking at him, if they were to kiss, more would come from it and Jace just could not let that happen.

With a great effort, he released Clary and gave her a coy smile.

"You're a great dancer Fray." He winked at her and then stupidly added. "We'll have to do it again sometime." With that, Jace skulked off, back to the bar, where Simon was still standing. The bar tender saw him coming and immediately poured him a scotch.

Jace sat on the stool, ignoring Simon's stares and the feeling he got that there was a green eyes gaze focused on him.

"You've got it bad."

Jace wanted to deny it, he wanted to scream and shout like a child that he had absolutely no feelings for Clarissa Fray, no romantic feelings anyway, but he couldn't bring himself to deny it, very rarely did Jace ever lie, he lied when it was part of a joke and sometimes, to protect people he cared about. He could not say any of that to Simon, Simon knew him too well, he knew when he lied, so Jace could only muster something that, had Simon not known Jace so well, would have told his feelings.

"Shut up Lewis."

Clary was in a daze. She had been dancing with Jace for quite a while and wondered what had gotten into her, she had imagined kissing him and when she looked at him, it seemed as if he was imagining kissing her aswell but then he just shoved her away.

The rejection hurt more than anything else.

Clary had been holding Jace in an angelic light, like he was the most brilliant person in the universe, but she was wrong. She had deluded herself into thinking that Jace cared about her, more than one should care about their friend or co-worker, but if tonight was any indication, Jace had no interest in her whatsoever. Clary decided it was time to give up on her delusions, to start seeing a normal boy who didn't beat around the bush. Like Sebastian.

Sebastian had made it clear that he had a great interest in Clary. He had been talking to her all night about the date's he would take her on and the things he would show her. She was flattered, but there was only ever one thought in her head as he spoke, only one person she saw when he was in front of her.

Jace Wayland.

She had to get him out of her head, she had to get away from him, but it was impossible, she lived and worked with him, she could not escape him and the fact that she would have to act as if everything was alright when he was flirting outrageously with every female he could, she knew that her heart would pine for him.

She had known him a month and he had wriggled his way into her system, into her head, her heart and everywhere she looked it was always him.

But enough was enough, she needed this fantasy of Jace being her knight in shining armour to end, she deserved better than him and she knew it. Sebastian may not make her shiver just by looking at her a certain way, but he was certainly what she had always hoped she would find.

Someone kind, sweet, handsome and caring.

She began to walk over to him when suddenly an iron grip seized her arm, pulling her from the throngs of people gyrating to the music. She could not see who grabbed her, but saw that they were leading her to a dark secluded corner, out of sight and sound of anyone around them. When they finally arrived, Clary looked up and saw a man, possibly over twenty years her senior, looking down at her.

He had greying brown hair and blue eyes that seemed to intense. His glasses were low on his nose and he was dressed rather casually.

"What are you doing?" She demanded, pulling on her arm, that grip stayed.

"Clarissa? Clarissa Fairchild?" He asked, looking shocked.

"Clarissa Fray, what do you think you are doing? Who are you and what do you want?" Clary was getting testy, she had just had an ultimatum about men and now someone older than her had grabbed her and taken her away.

Only her luck.

"Clarissa, I know who you are, I knew your parents." The man said but Clary didn't bite.

"That's great but who are you?"

"My name is Luke Garroway."

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