Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to update, I'm very busy with college. I'll try to catch up this weekend with my writing! Hope you enjoy! It's short, but it's meant to prepare you for what's to come. Thanks!
The gray sky swirled ominously overhead as the girl made her way to the apartment. Humidity hung thick in the air, promising another bout of rain later that day. She made a face at the way her hair felt against her palm. Frizz, yuck. The route wasn't unfamiliar to her. After all, she had been there several times in the past week. As she walked, she dodged puddles of murky water in her six inch stilettos. Disgusting, she thought.
Once the dark brick apartment came into view, she hastily walked up the steps to the front door. With a little impatience, she pushed the doorbell several times. After a few seconds, she heard the heavy footsteps approach from behind the barrier between them.
The door flew open, revealing a man in flannel pajama pants and nothing else. If she wasn't annoyed with the man before her, she may have enjoyed the view that his bare chest offered.
"Can't be bothered to even get dressed?" the girl snapped. "Or brush that ratty hair on your head? Do you know what time it is? We do have a job to do!"
The guy ran a hand through his hair at her comment, attempting to tame it. He shrugged and leaned against the doorframe lazily, giving her a wide grin. "Wanna come in and dress me yourself, Sweetness?"
The girl visibly shuddered in disgust. "Oh, please. We don't have time for this. Now move," the girl shoved past him and into the apartment with purpose. The guy shuffled a few feet back with her touch. She was pretty strong considering her size.
"And to what do I owe this pleasure?" He said as he shut the door. He leaned back against it as he assessed the girl. Those heels she wore looked pretty dangerous, and he noticed that her tight black skirt hugged her frame perfectly. Her dark hair, which he had to admit was a tad fuzzy from the weather, flowed down her shoulder and onto the red low-cut blouse she wore. The man swallowed thickly. She was damn hot.
The girl set her purse down on the coffee table and looked up to meet his eyes with her own. "Don't play dumb. It's not cute when women do it, and it's even less attractive when you do."
The guy just flashed another stunning smile at her. "As if anything could make me unattractive."
She rolled her eyes and grimaced, "Okay, Hotstuff. I got word from a very reliable source-"
"Of course you did."
She continued with narrowed eyes, ignoring his interruption. "-annnnnd, I found out that Isabelle and her little posse are going to Pandemonium Friday night. It'll be ladies night or something like that," she waved her hand dismissively. "That's where you come in, since I can't get within ten feet of that little red-headed demon before Isabelle sniffs me out."
"Right, me. So I just barge in and what? As if Jace would let me even touch her-"
The girl huffed, "Well, aren't you his best friend? He shouldn't suspect a thing."
The guy had his doubts. He was friends with Jace, sure. But not well enough to hit on Jace's girl and get away with it. "Well, let's say for arguments sake, I do get close to her. What then? Assault her with my tongue?"
"No, you moron. Just flirt with her! Lay on the charm," the girl surveyed the man with her eyes. "If you have any charm at all."
The guy scoffed and threw his head back in mock laughter. "But seriously, what makes you think she'd fall for this? From what I've heard, she really likes him." He stepped a little closer to the girl so that he was on the opposite side of the coffee table from her.
She sighed and closed her eyes for a minute. "It's worth the shot. And anyway, I'm sure you've wrecked your fair share of relationships," she blinked at him and smiled. "You'll do just fine, Sweetness."
She sauntered around the table until she stood right in front of him, toe to toe, face to face. "So, do we have a deal?" she held out her hand. He noticed that her nails were painted a bright red and sharpened to a point. Women are so terrifying.
With a gulp that he hoped wasn't visible, he gazed at her. "And what's in it for me?"
She shrugged and thought for a moment before saying, "I'm sure I'll come up with something."
He didn't know what that meant, but he was sure that if it meant possibly getting his ass kicked by Jace or God forbid, Isabelle, it sure as hell better be worth it. He grasped her hand tightly then. "Deal."