Requested by 'Married to Herondale'.

A little different to what you asked for but I hope you like it all the same.

This is a little late as this spans some time before Christmas but I guess better late than never.

Hope you all enjoy.

Smuttiness is coming in later chapters. That's a promise.

I'm late I'm bloody late. I managed to forget to set my alarm this morning but I guess it's a side effect of no longer living with that control freak asshat bastard fucktard. Okay so I recently broke up with my boyfriend it wasn't pretty. He was cheating on me and I left him. He begged me to stay but I couldn't. "hy would he cheat if he actually wanted to be with me? God I hate men.

I hate him I hate him I hate him. I had to move out and find a new place just before Christmas because of the fucker. The control freak used to set an alarm for himself every morning and would expect me to wake up early too and have breakfast with him. It was mainly to make breakfast for him. The manipulative son of a bitch. So now I forget stupid little things like setting the alarm because my body clock routinely wakes me up an hour earlier than I should be awake because that was when he woke up. This morning I willed myself to go back to sleep and managed to sleep for much longer than I intended to. Hence the lateness.

I see the lift door shutting and make a break for it. The lift takes forever to come back around and I'm on the 7th floor. I'm not taking the stairs. No not today! So I jam my arm in to keep the door from shutting and throw myself in. I make impact with the other body in there and almost knock up both us over.

God I'm so stupid.

"Whoa there Clarissa. If you wanted to jump me in the lift you only had to ask." The other person says straightens us both up effectively stopping me from falling over. That voice it can't be. I look up and turn bright red and its Jace Wayland holding me in his arms smirking down at me.

"I wasn't trying to ... I'm late I was just trying to make the lift..." I say lamely looking up at him my cheeks turning hotter by the second.

He chuckles and the amused look on his face makes me want to curl into a ball and die. I look away.

"Well that's a shame isn't it? Here I thought I was about to get lucky on a Monday morning with such a pretty little redhead too. That would have my made my week." He says in a seductive tone. I look up at him and his eyes are smouldering. My eyes widen and my jaw drops. The lift pings to signal we have arrived and he loosens his hold on me but the look on his face doesn't change.

He's got to be toying with me.

I quickly turn and run out before I can embarrass myself further and just make it to my 9am meeting a minute late.

When I get back to my desk there's a cup of coffee waiting for me. It's from my favourite cafe across the road and I smile. There's a post it note folded up on top. I open it.

Looking forward to the next time we bump into each other. I hope this coffee makes your morning as much as you made mine. Jace.

"No freaking way." I mumble to myself as I sip. It's my favourite holiday drink from my favourite coffee place. What on earth is going on? Jace Wayland has never even looked at me. I didn't think he knew my name let alone where I sit.

So let's break this down. I work for an advertising company. I work behind the scenes in creative and help the planners and traders create material for their presentations. I've worked with his team before but we have barely interacted in the past 3 years since I started here. I'm a designer and we get no kudos not really. The traders, planners and other front facing roles all party together all the time. To be fair designers did go but I'd been with my super possessive ex-boyfriend since I started working here so unless I had to strictly attend I would opt out. Right now I was feeling pretty bitter about this.

So back to Jace. He's the ultimate party boy and ladies man and has girls queueing up to throw themselves at him. I don't think he's ever even looked my way. What the hell is going on?

I drink my coffee and ignore the note. He's such a flirt and I don't know how to respond to it without sounding like an idiot.

I'm so embarrassed I make sure to avoid him all day. And successfully manage to do so. I don't know why I'm trying to avoid him I bet he isn't even looking for me. I'm such a loser.

I tell my best friend Isabelle that night over drinks and she dies laughing. Once she recovers she takes a sip of her drink and says, "I've seen him before he's friends with Alec he's pretty hot Clary."

"How did I not know this?" I ask incredulously.

"Because you've been so wrapped up in Sebastard for the past 4 years you never come out with us at all. At all! Or you would have met him." Izzy says rolling her eyes, "He was overseas for a few years he only moved back about 4 years ago I guess. My family have known his since we were children."

"Oh…" I say lamely. Yet another reminder of how awful my life was with Sebastian. He hated it when I went out with friends. No guys. No mixed groups. I could only see Isabelle on girls nights. He was so damn possessive.

"So he got you coffee? That's sweet. Jace isn't sweet." Isabelle asks narrowing her eyes, "What did the note say again?"

I repeat it to her in a monotone voice blushing like an idiot.

"Dear god he likes you. A lot." Izzy says gasping, "Jace never makes an effort with girls he never has to."

"He's just messing with me." I say rolling my eyes and taking another sip of my drink, "He's not serious."

"So why did you avoid him like the plague?" Izzy asks raising her eyebrow.

"I was embarrassed." I say pouting, "He's just making fun of me."

"Sure he is." Izzy says laughing, "You're in denial Clary."

"Ok anyway ..." I say smoothly changing the topic. He doesn't come up again and I'm so glad. I decide to brush it off as a one off freak occurrence and tell myself to forget about it.

But when I fall asleep that night I dream of him.

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