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"You're not an hour late," Clary said, surprised, as Jace walked in the door. "For once."

Not surprisingly, Kaelie followed Jace inside, fussing with his business suit.

Jesus. The man looks good in anything.

"Well, I didn't want to endure Jocelyn's wrath of being extremely late for our first client." Jace smiled, giving her the once over with his eyes, and Clary's stomach flipped when she saw a gleam of satisfaction. Blushing, she readjusted her cream business suit.

"Your collar is askew, Jace," Kaelie said, coming around to block Jace's view of Clary. "Let me fix it." She had his tie off in a second and was half way done with unbuttoning his shirt with her no-doubt experienced fingers.

"Kaelie. Out." Much to Clary's surprise, Jace pushed Kaelie off him and pointed a long finger at the door. "You should know by now that there's a line you don't cross," he said coldly. "First of all, you don't undress me in front of my coworker. Second, you don't undress me on the days when I have a client. And third, don't come into my office unless I specify."

"Wow," Clary said. "Such a change of heart."

Kaelie exited the office, giving Clary a withering glare.

Jace ignored her comment. "How's Izzy?"

"She's giving me the silent treatment," Clary admitted. "Apparently, she thinks we're in some 'relationship' and I didn't inform her. And now she's beyond pissed. I'll be lucky if I survive tonight and wake up whole."

Jace grinned, putting on his purple tie. "Need me there to protect you?"

"Hell no!" Clary stood up, her purse perched on her shoulder, and walked toward the door in her white high heels. They weren't all that high, enough to look professional, but she didn't want to appear like a midget next to Jace, who had to be at least six feet. "We're gonna be late for our client. We're taking your car, since mine is smashed."

Jace rolled his eyes as they walked out the elevator and to the garage. "Sorry. My car is beyond smashed. We'll have to take Alec's spare car."

They stopped in front of a car that looked like it was from the 1970's. Clary balked. "I'm not going to be seen in this car." She flicked the paint that was peeling off.

Jace glared at her. "This is what I have to drive in every day. Get in, or we're gonna be super late."

Clary glanced at her watch. "Oh crap. We can't get there in five minutes." She hopped in the car and Jace zoomed off. "This is all your PA's fault."

Jace ran a red light as cars screeched on their brakes and honked. "If you didn't bicker so much on the car, we'd already be there."

"Stop driving so fast! We're gonna crash again," she screamed as car jerked wildly. Jace veered to the right, narrowly missing a head on collision.

He pulled into Intel's parking lot a little while later, grabbed his briefcase and started running toward the entrance, then backpedaled to the car. Clary was still inside, shaking with fright. "Come on," he barked. "We're already ten minutes late."

Shakily, Clary stumbled out of the car, almost collapsing. Her knees knocked against each other. "Oh, God, Jace. I'm going to –"

He swung her into his arms, purse, briefcase and all, and started running again, with Clary screaming at him. "Let me down!" She yelled, arms in a deadlock around his neck, her fingers tugging at his hair. Her legs had somehow wound up around his waist, and his hands were supporting her butt.

He bit her neck, lightly. She couldn't hold back a shudder. "Shut up," Jace panted. "It's faster this way." He dodged past the security, who shouted at him, and into an open elevator. Finally he set her on her feet, breathing hard.

"Never, ever," Clary blew out a breath, rubbing her neck where he'd bitten, "do that again."

Jace grinned. His tie was flung over his shoulder, his collar crooked, his hair tousled. His eyes glowed golden and his cheeks had high color. Clary wasn't sure if it was from the wind or not. The memory of Jace gripping her butt made her warm all over.

Just imagine that, minus the clothing, add a bed –

Her brain shut down. She found herself reaching up and smoothing his messy golden locks, straightening his collar, and fixing his tie. His eyes followed her every movement and darkened as she drew her hand away.

"Your hair's a mess," he said, stepping closer to push her red curls behind her ear. His hand sent sparks of electricity through her body as it brushed her cheek. She didn't realize how close they were standing until the elevator doors suddenly slid open.

Clary jumped back, grabbing her things and exiting the elevator a little too quickly. Jace strolled nonchalantly behind her. "Scared, Dorothy?"

"Stop calling me that," Clary groaned. She raised a hand to her still-warm cheeks. "Which way is it?"

Jace wrapped an arm around her waist, directing her into a left corridor. Clary tried to withdraw from his grasp but it was iron tight. "Don't be scared," he murmured, lips against her ear. "I promise I won't bite." Clary sucked in a shaky breath. She hated how uncontrolled she was whenever Jace was near. "I don't bite my toys," Jace continued, "very hard."

Toys. "No thanks," Clary said, jerking out of his clasp a little too hard. She had to grab onto his shirt to steady herself again. "I don't want to play."

"You sure you don't want a taste?" Jace's voice dropped low, going wolfish on her. His hand slid down her tight business skirt, following the curves of her legs. "I'm fun to play with."

Clary knocked on the door before her mouth opened to give in. Jace straightened as the door opened.

Thank God, Clary thought. I wouldn't have lasted any longer.

A woman in her thirties stood in front of them. "SAI and MC?"

"Yeah," Jace answered. He winked at Clary, whispering in her ear as she brushed by, "Here come my playing skills."

They set up their devices on the long conference people. "Are there more people coming?" Clary asked, gesturing to the empty chairs.

"No," the woman answered, eyeing Jace appreciatively. Her lipstick was a shade too red, Clary noticed. "Just me."

"Fantastic," Jace gave the woman a disarming smile, and she practically melted on the spot.

Jace could play, Clary had to give him that.

"I'm Jace Wayland, from Morgenstern Circle, and this is my coworker, Clarissa Fray, from Shadowhunter Academy Inc."

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Wayland," the woman said, shaking his hand and ignoring Clary's. "I'm Jessica Walsh."

"You can call me Jace," Jace said, sliding into the seat next to Jessica, whose brown eyes glittered. "Or you can call me Tonight."

Clary choked. Neither Jessica nor Jace paid any attention. In fact, Jessica actually giggled at the pathetic pickup line. "Oh, Jace," she breathed. "You are so silly."

Silly? Somebody kill me now.

"Jess," Jace said, placing his hand on her thigh. He leaned forward. "I could talk about Demon Spray, but you're so fascinating you distract me. Your hair, it's so lush and vibrant. My favorite hair color for women is chestnut, you know."

Jess? On to nicknames now, are we, Jace? How come she gets such a nice nickname?

Jessica fingered her brown hair, peeking shyly into Jace's eyes, despite being older than him. "Your eyes are so unique, Jace."

Jace gave her an arrogant smile, sliding his hand up her thigh. "Thanks. You don't come across golden eyes often." His voice lowered into murmurs, his hand inching farther up her leg.

At this rate, his fingers will be in her panties in no time.

Clary cleared her throat. "Are we going to discuss Demon Spray or what?" She said sharply.

Jessica jumped in her chair. She'd completely forgotten about Clary. "Oh, yes. Yes," she mumbled, fumbling over words as her face turned as red as her lipstick. "I think I'll buy it. It's a perfect product, isn't it Jace?"

"Yeah," Jace said, dazed, as if mesmerized by her. "Yeah."

Jessica breathed out a breathy sigh.

"Okay," Clary said. "If you'll buy it, then fill out this form," she slid a paper over, which Jessica signed without thinking twice, "and write down your credit card number." Jessica complied, giggling at Jace's fingers which were tickling her neck.

"Great," Clary said, forcing a smile. "That'll be all then."

She picked up her bags, heading for the door. It took Jace a lot longer to leave the room. He came out with a red lipstick stain on his cheek, which he rubbed off in the elevator, annoyed.

Clary stayed silent, eyes straight ahead.

"Jealous, Dorth?"

Clary froze, because he'd hit a major chord. And because that was the exact thing she didn't want to believe. The Clarissa Fray she was would never get jealous over a man who wasn't hers, who she couldn't even stand, who crashed into her car. For heaven's sake, they couldn't even stay in the same room for two minutes without arguing like petty children. "What did you say?" Clary said, deathly soft.

Jace even dared to wrap an arm around her shoulders. "She didn't kiss me, if that's what you're wondering. At least not on the mouth."

She didn't relax. "Around your cock?"

Jace laughed. "Nope. That's reserved for you."

Clary pushed him off, something he didn't expect, because he stumbled back, crashing against the elevator's wall. The readiness with which her body reacted to his comment scared her. "In your dreams," she croaked past the hot blood pounding through her ears.

"Wet dreams," Jace winked. Clary slapped herself for giving him such a great opportunity.

"You shouldn't seduce her. It's not moral." Clary crossed her arms.

"Seduce her? She melted like butter as soon as I looked at her."

"You shouldn't have encouraged it."

"What I did was only the icing. I haven't even started to work the Charm yet."

"The Charm?" Clary scoffed.

Jace scowled. "No one can resist the Charm." He leaned close, tickling her ear with his breath. "Not even you." He slapped her butt as he walked out of the elevator, toward Alec's old car. "Come on, Dorothy. One down, three hundred more clients to go."

Clary stayed in the elevator a little longer, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. One little touch worked magic on her body.

What's happening to me?

…

Simon sat cross-legged beside her, fingers flying over his game consol. On the TV, the dragon ate the knight flying overhead, and immediately, fireworks appeared, raining down the words, You Won!

Clary and Simon threw down their gameboys at the same time.

"Damn it!" Clary yelled as Simon danced awkwardly in front of her, looking like a duck. "That was the fifth time you won in a row."

Simon smirked, grabbing Clary and twirling with her as she demanded to be set down. "Who's the master? Who's the master?"

"Fine. God, it's you, Master Simon!"

Dropping her, Simon smiled. "You finally admitted it."

"Well, you kinda forced me to…"

"Whatever," Simon waved off Clary's side comment. "Are things with Isabelle improving?"

Clary thought back to earlier that day.

She sat on Isabelle's couch, feeling Isabelle's cold block of anger beginning to thaw.

"I'm not sorry, Izzy," she said, not backing down from Isabelle's stare.

"You might as well get the hell out of my house, then, because you're obviously not forgiven."

"I'm not sorry because I didn't do what you think I did," Clary didn't budge from her spot on the couch.

"Oh? Then why were your hands on Jace's chest?"

Despite her, Clary blushed. "I was trying to push him off my couch."

"Doesn't explain why you gave him your address. Coworkers do not give each other their addresses."

"I didn't give him my address," Clary huffed. "Luke did. He's matchmaking us."

"Well, we'll see about that," Isabelle promised.

"I guess this is what I get for staying off the market for a few years," Clary sighed, something she was doing a lot these days.

Isabelle's eyes darkened. "Do not think about him, Clary."

"I wasn't," Clary denied, even though she had been.

"Actually, I think Luke may be right," Isabelle said. "You, girl, need a little joy in that workaholic life."

"I'm plenty fun!"

"You're going back on the market. Just watch your heart around Jace."

"Helloooo?" A gameboy whacked Clary on the head.

"Simon!" Clary yelled, rubbing the bruise. "Izzy forgave me."

Simon's eyebrows rose in surprise, but he didn't question her. "And how was your first client?"

"Dude. My sorry-assed coworker almost had his fingers in her pants."

Simon looked at her like she had sprouted two horns. "Wow."

"Yep."

Simon opened his mouth, like he was going to say something more, but "Yeah," was all he said.

"What," Clary said.

"What?"

"You were going to say something, but you didn't."

"No, I wasn't."

Silence.

"Okay, fine," Simon said. "Look, it's just – I just – Jace is – I mean –"

Clary rolled her eyes. "Spit it out, Si."

"Jashistgoofoyu."

"What?"

Simon swallowed. "Jace isn't good for you."

Stiffening, Clary's gaze turned steely. "What makes you think I like Jace?"

"The way you talk about him, act around him." Simon shrugged. "He's fast and flaky, Clary. You need someone constant, someone who'll be there for you no matter what happens. Someone who makes you happy, someone who holds you when you cry, someone who will tell you your faults, someone who you know won't go away when there's an argument."

"Yeah," Clary sighed, leaning her head on Simon's shoulder. "Jace isn't any of those."

"Sometimes, that person's the person who's been by you forever, but you've just been blind the whole time."

"Too bad that only happens in fairy tales," Clary said wistfully. She didn't look up to see the look of immense sadness pass over her best friend's face.

…

"I've sketched it out," he said. "I think it'll be feasible, surprisingly."

The woman tapped her ruby fingernails on the desk. Clip clip, clip clip. "Good," was her short reply.

Once again, the man glanced at the shut blinds which casted the room in darkness. "I've sent it out already, and it's in motion."

Red fingernails scraped the desk. A smile. "Fantastic."

Clary should also seduce a man, eh? Lol…imagine Jace's jealous reaction

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