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"Sydney, October 21, 2025
My sweet Lexa.
How I wish you were here with me, watching this beautiful sunset fall on our beach, feel your arms around my waist, and your lips on my shoulders, as we used to stay for hours.
Today is our fifth anniversary, and I can only go back time and remember our history. God! What story ours Ms. Woods?! You were a character when I met you, it was hate at first sight and also fatal attraction. Hahaha! Danm! You were so arrogant that I just couldn't believe it! And that famous night we met, yes! I hated you! But when I entered that suite and I looked at those beautiful green eyes so deep, I lost myself forever in your soul.
How I wish I could see them now, see that face so beautiful, smiling next to mine, pinking our noses, with your forehead on mine.
I miss you and I love you so much....
Forever yours......
Clarke "
Clarke finished writing those last words in her journal, sitting on Bondi Beach in Sydney, Australia, as a reddish sun began to hide on the horizon over the waters of an ocean as blue as her eyes. While her mind was returning back time when she met that millionaire mogul named Alexandría Woods, in that luxurious hotel in Chicago, where she worked nights as a waitress at the time, while at the same time finishing her medical residency, in the University of Chicago Medicine.
She looked for a moment at her young, six-year-old twins children, Jake and Costia, who played quietly, making sandcastles near her. She immediately smiled, turning her mind to that night of July 2016, when her eyes met those green emeralds, that would change her life forever....
11 years ago....
It was a long day for Clarke, starting her shift early at the hospital. Excited at the same time knowing that it was almost over with her practices, and that in less than a year she will finally have her doctor’s certificate, like she always dreamed of since she was a little girl.
She remembered how proud and how happy she felt with her mother’s profession, seeing her in many occasions saving lives or welcoming them into this world. Her mother was Dr. Abigail Griffin, a dedicated and well -known neurological surgeon, until this day at the same hospital where Clarke was making her residence.
But unfortunalety, in the last years, communication between mother and daughter wasn’t the best. Specially after the death of her father a couple of years ago, when Jake was involve in a terrible trafic accident.
After months of being in a coma and with a lower chance for Jake Griffin to wake up again, her mother took one of the hardest decisions and that was to end her husband’s, by removing him from life support. Clarke was never able to move on from that. How could she do that? How could she move on after the man she called dad, that was her everything, suddenly died? But most importantly, how do she forgive her mother for yptaking such a decision without even asked her?
That was something she asked herself every single day. Will she ever be able to forgive her mother? She really didn’t know, but right that time she doubt it very much. Definitely that tragedy, and that hard decision Dr.Griffin took, created mother and daughter to distanced themselves from one another.
Every time both women saw each other, it was nothing but sad and unfortunate. She even tried her best to deal with this anger and forget, but was not an easy task, because her mother worked in the same hospital and was also one her supervisors doctors. The pain both mother and daughter felt, was so intense, to the point where they ended up fighting in front of their colleagues sometimes, which was remarkable unprofessionally.
Her mother was responsible for guiding her daughter, especially in the surgery suite, but the arguments were inevitable. Tension was high between the two, but at the same time both women carry a huge responsibilities as doctors, and when the moment came to perform a surgical procedure, no matter how easy or difficult it was, all their anger and pain were set aside and it was the only way for them to perform their job like two professionals.
That morning was one of those where they were having silly arguments between the two; stress and sleepless hours were starting to take a toll on Clarke. After her practices at the hospital, she worked afternoons/nights as a waitress in a bar of a five stars hotel in the middle city. She wasn’t happy to have to handle two works, but was all she could do to survived without the economic help of her mother.
Everytime she was having an argument day with her mother, then during the day the tension and stress were making strougles in Clarke’s mind, and don’t make it easy to handle her shift night at the bar.
There was a couple of hours left for the bar located at the five start hotel she worked at night closed. Clarke, lost in her thoughts was drying and putting away some of the nice and expensive looking wine cups. Her mind was screaming at her to go to bed. She needed to rest. She sighed looking at the father’s watch she carried with her at all times, until a voice snapped her out of her world bringing her back to reality.
- Hey Clarke, you look tired…busy day?- she stopped what she was doing and turned to where the voice was coming from.
- Hmm…? Yeah. Gosh, Murphy. This morning I had one of those classes with my mother in the hospital and guess what? We argued about how I should handle some stupid tools! Ah! I can’t stand her anymore! I can’t wait to finish with all of that and go to another hospital to work - She said letting out all her frustration.
- Well you only have a couple of months, right? Besides, we’ll be closing the bar in less than an hour and on top of that there’s not a whole lot of clients. - Clarke took a moment to look around her. Murphy was so right.
- Yep, I guess I’ll start cleaning the tables in a couple of minutes
The few people that were in the bar were now walking out. Clarke hurried taking a damp cloth and started to clean the tables with a smile on her face, relief swept through her and she relaxed a little bit more.
Clarke was almost done cleaning the last table, when suddenly, she felt someone walk by. The strong scent of perfume hitting her nostrils, her eyes caught the glimpse of a shadow as her eyes closed enjoying the smell of that perfume.
Her world stopped for a moment same as her heartbeat. Her blue eyes opened slowly and noticed how a new client was located at the table number thirteen. She took a moment to look at the customer. Delicate and beautiful body model type, an inch taller than she was, her light brown hair looked soft and shiny. Her clothes consisted of some gray pants with a blazer of the same color, white blouse, apparently shell, her feet covered by some fancy black and white shoes, of an elegant and expensive brand.
It was clearly a young woman, probably in her 20s, but with a very serious appearance, very mature for her age, confident and yes, she could say “cold”. Her face was absolutely gorgeous. It was a stunning business woman, without doubts, but also clearly very arrogant.
The woman unbuttoned her blazer. She looked tired. For some reason Clarke’s eyes focused on the mysterious woman. Fascinated by this stranger, also by that perfume that lingered in the air.
After a long sigh, the woman finally spoke. Her tone of voice said it all: irritation and bossy.
- Are you going to stay all night staring at me? or are you going to offer me something to drink? - The arrogant tan woman was trying to read the name of the waitress. The tag name moving, as now a little bit nerves Clarke breathed in and out.
- So, Clarke! Are you going to ask me or what? - The woman asked irritated again.
Clarke snapped out of her thoughts leaving the tray she had in her hands and moved towards the table where this lady was at. Trying to recover herself again, and make her work.
- I’m so sorry…it’s been a cr… - Clarke didn’t have a chance to explain herself.
- Clarke! Are you going to ask me what I’d like to drink or not? - The lady was now getting pissed.
- Yes, I’m sorry. What would you like to drink? - Clarke finally asked.
- Was about time Clarke! I would like a cup of champagne rosé, and some strawberries… - It was Clarke’s time to interrupt the customer.
- Oh, I would like to remind you that the bar will be closing at 12, and that will happen in…
- I know what time it is and by the way, staring at the clients the way you were staring at me right now, is very uncomfortable and disrespectful, unless you know the client from some place else...
- I…. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful and I’m sorry if you felt that way. It’s just that…
- The clock is ticking and I wish to drink my champagne, eat some strawberries and be left alone. So, stop giving me some explanation of why you are being incompetent and do your job, Clarke. Just MOVE!
- Yes, of course, I’ll bring your drink right this moment…
Clarke was once again her patience were taking at her very limit, this time by an arrogant, mean and cold hearted lady. Definitely wasn’t her best day and her night was starting to become a nightmare. All she could was take some deep breaths and pray that her anger wouldn’t win, but she wanted to scream seriously a “WTF IS WRONG WITH EVERYBODY”. But she could control herself, and walked away to the bar and started to get the champagne ready.
- Who the hell does she think she is? Damn bitch! Why do I have to go through this?! FUUUUUCK! I hate my day and I hate this job!!!
Murphy walked to the little window of the kitchen, after listening her friend. Clarke kept complaining her anger mixed in her voice while she finished placing the champagne in one of the cups and prepared some strawberries in a white bowl. Her face filled with fury and her eyes filling with tears, that she desperately tried to stop from rolling down her face.
- Hey girl, what’s wrong? – Murphy asked her with concerns
- Fuck! Happen… that I have to finish this fucking day having to contain myself when all I want to do is punch that woman’s face!! That one, that sat her ass down on table 13! What a piece of…
- Whoa! Whoa! Take it easy! Take a deep breath girl! Listen to me, leave all that for a moment and just breath. Clarke. I know you can do this, right? - her friend begged, afraid that she was going to lose it.
- Now, I want you to place that glass of champagne and that bowl of strawberries on the tray, and try to smile in that beautiful face of yours, and ignore her arrogance. You don’t know who she is do you? - Clarke head lifted her gaze to Murphy’s face.
- Do you know her? – Clarke ask tired of everything, wonder who the hell that woman was?
- Of course! Who wouldn’t? Well… clearly you don’t. That woman, my dear, is a multimillionaire CEO of a worldwide company of advance technology. She owns everything, including this hotel that you worked at, in other words, that “bitch” you are so mad about is your highest boss. Her pretty cold face has been on the cover of “Forbes” magazine numerous times, also “Newsweek”, “Time” and others, you just name it. That woman you labeled as arrogant dear friend, is none other than Alexandría Nathalie Woods, also known as Lexa Woods, it all depends how you want to call her, but whaever, she isn’t just any regular costumer.
Clarke scoffed.
- Hmm… now I see where all that arrogance comes from. Well, she is still a piece of.. - Murphy immediately cut her off.
- Shh!! She could hear you and it’s getting late. Don’t take too long, she has a very bad reputation with her employees, is super easy to irritate her. Just remember to ignore her arrogance and smile, don’t speak more than you have to and walk away as soon as you can.
- Fine. Damn it! Why me?! – Clarke roll her eyes, taking a hand to her front head and breathing heavy, preparing herself for second round, while she was taking the tray.
Clarke tried to follow Murphy’s advice, than in less than a minute described the mysterious lady who was moody and that made her feel so horrible in a matter of seconds. Now she knew who she was comfronting to. Making her best and last effort, she smiled as she got near table 12 to a more relaxed Lexa Woods, who was focused reading on her iPhone.
- Here it’s your champagne rosé and your strawberries Mam. Are you a customer in this hotel Ms...?
- Wow! I though I’d never drink my champagne! I just wonder, why they hired such an unprofessional waitress to working at this fancy hotel’s? - The woman started to complain for a few seconds, she then revealed her name to Clarke.
- It’s Ms. Wood, and yes. I’m a customer at the moment in this hotel..Clarke - Her comments felt like daggers in Clarke’s head, while she was counting to ten inside herself.
The waitress wondered why in the hell a person like Woods would treat her like that? Her hate towards this woman was extremely high in that moment. For a while she staring at the tray in her hands, with a clearly wish in her atorment finish mind.
- I’m so sorry. May I have the number of the room you are staying at, please? - Clarke bit her tongue to keep from telling all sorts of unprofessional words to this woman, and never the less, put down the tray holding by her hand.
- Stop saying sorry, Clarke. Just do your fucking job. I’m staying in the presidential suite, and now go away. You are distracting me
Lexa did not look at Clarke not even for a second, her answers kept bothering the blonde girl, who fought internally not to scream, all she wanted to do was to throw that cup of champagne and pour it down to the tan woman sitting at the table.
- You may excuse me Ms.Woods, but don’t need for such vulgarity language, when I’m trying to attend you with all my respect…. I…
Lexa Woods stop all her moves and lift her killing green eyes to found those blue intense ones. The waitress standing there, was someone trully stupid, or ignorant, or what the hell?! think the CEO. How in the hell she have the courage to have that argument with her?!
But at the same time she liked for some reason, she liked that Clarke challenged her, asking for respect. She knew that her actitude were really shit towards the waitress, she normally don’t used that kind of vulgar language, but after have a very stressed day, and a big bussiness deal with a british company fail, making her loss a considerable amouth of money, she was definitely not in the mood that night.
Even when she was to point the way out of the hotel to the waitress inmediately, she took some seconds to study her beautiful face, and those blue ocean eyes that were intensely staring at hers without hesitated. She liked that Clarke didn’t back away and run to cried, that she stood there and asked for a little respect. She definitely admired her bravery, and Lexa Woods did have a weak for strong women personality and the waitress was one of those.
- I said, go away and leave me alone Clarke.
Clarke simply turned around and started to walk away but her boss was not done with her and using the same stupid and arrogant tone stopped Clarke one more time. Clarke’s blood boiled and sighed as the CEO spoke again.
- …and Clarke, you should look in the mirror. That horrible stain on your shirt it’s hideous to see. The personnel working at this place should be presented with no stains on their shirts. And in 30 minutes I want you personally to take another glass of champagne rosé and more strawberries to my suite, and this time I hope to see you with a clean shirt, and don’t be late unless you want soon to be looking for another job.
Clarke’s tired and shocked blue eyes stayed frozen and locked with the woman in front of her. In a quick second, her hours were being extended. A very irritated and humiliated Clarke couldn’t process all this, her night all of a sudden was turned into a nightmare.
The gaze between the two was intense and at the same time, it was like time stood still, like nothing around them mattered or even existed, just their eyes locked. Lexa’s green eyes were filled with power, determination and coldness. Clarke could read people easily and what she perceived in the eyes of her boss, was something that frightened her. Like someone was pouring a bunch of ice down her back, sending chills. Anyway Clarke started to lose herself in those beautiful green eyes.
- What part of my message you did not understand, Clarke? – Said Lexa challenging Clarke that blinked twice recovering from her fascination.
- Hmm…. What?
- Did you understand my message? – Repeat Lexa with a little more power in her voice, noticing gladly how Clarke suddenly was falling into her magnetism spell, that the famous CEO used normally to attract women like bees to honey, and never fail.
- Yes Ms., It was very clear. I’ll take you more champagne in half and hour – Replied finally Clarke staring at the woman without blink, her blue eyes were darker and full of anger.
- and more strawberries - Woods added to her.
- Yes, of course and strawberries too…
- Perfect! You’re finally paying attention!
Clarke was still processing all of this at an amazing speed rate, that woman had power over her, was leaving her breathless, with no answers, and made her feel like a complete idiot. She wished she could talk back, but she couldn’t. If this woman was so annoyed with her, then why didn’t she fire her right then and there? And why she was remarked her name in every single sentence. She had a especial accent, maybe was Australian accent? Sounded like, Clarke recognized the ‘Australian’ accent right away. During her childhood she lived in Australia for a while, due to her father’s work, she really had a wonderful memories from that place and time, the happiest she could say.
But she trully didn’t care, at this point she just wanna put the whole bottle of champagne over the head of Lexa Woods and then leave the hotel for once. But it was hard for someone like Clarke, to hate someone so easily, she was the opposite to that famous arrogant non-social woman. Clarke was really a nice person, easy to talk to and to make friends. But, Lexa Woods definitely reached all her limits and polaite soul, made herself number one in her list of how to hate someone in one second.
Clarke returned to the bar starting to unbuttoned her shirt and she sighed. Her angry and frustrated face said it all. She was so done with that woman and everything in between. She really wanna scream and run away as soon as posible.
- Hey, girl, What happened? Why are you undressing, you know we cannot leave until the last client leaves… - Murphy intercept her on her way, worry and confuse.
- I HATE HER! Can you believe she got all irritated because I had a stain on my shirt and on top of that in 30 minutes no more or less, I personally have to take champagne and strawberries to her suite. Can you believe that?!
- Oh my God! She likes you! – Express with a smirk in his face Murphy. Clarke blink twice trying to understand what her friend just said.
- What the hell are you talking about Murphy? Did you listen to what I just say? – Asked irritating Clarke.
- Yes, she definitely likes you… - Insisted Murphy
- Look, Murphy I don’t know what you’re trying to say with that. All I know is that I have to change this shirt and work 30 more fucking minutes thanks to her…
- Ok, Clarke. I’ll explain while you change
- Are you crazy? You are not coming in! - The last thing she needed was this. But, was she maybe overreacting?
- We’ve been friends for years! I’ll turn around. I swear, but I would like to explain something to you before you let all this anger consume you…
- Ok, but you have to hurry… and turn around while I change
- Listen, Lexa Woods is known for her weak for women, if you know what I mean? - As soon as Clarke heard that she stop changing. So, the chic liked women….great!
- And so what Murphy? I’m bisexual, and the last thing I wanna know is her sexuality, I just don’t care...
- I’ve also read that she is known for being a playgirl, when a woman gets her attention, doesn’t matter how, she’ll take that person to her bed, and next day she just dump them.
- Where are you going with this? I could care less about her. What does that have to do with me anyway? You can easily see that she doesn’t like me but hate me, and let’s not forget that she loves to make my life a living hell. She is just an arrogant idiot with power and money, maybe her night is been super bored and humiliating me is fun for her
- No, Clarke! Listen to me, if she didn’t like you, she wouldn’t be complaining about you and would have fire you right that moment, and the fact that she asked you to deliver her drink personally to her suite tells me everything. Believe what I’m saying….you’re the next one… be careful
- This is just great! That is all I needed…. An arrogant bitch that is in charge of my salary, and on top of that trying to seduce me… I really like my day!
- I’m just trying to make you open your eyes Clarke. Don’t be silly, she is hunting and you are her prey tonight.
- What are you saying?! For Christ sick Murphy, I don’t have time for this.
- What I mean is that this could be a horrible or wonderful night for you…if you know how to play your cards. If you decide to follow her game, you can end up with lots of things, like buying your own place, travel, live life in a way that you never imagined,…
- Murphy, are you starting to drink while you’re at work? Lets start for why in the hell that woman will put her eyes on a simple waitress? Someone that don’t belong to her social economic class? Do you really think that happen in real life? Danm you are watching too much “Pretty Woman” Murphy… so now, if you excuse me, I need to make a delivery and I don’t wanna be late.
- Clarke you are making a mistake if you go into that room without being mentally prepare to what she can say o do. I just want you to keep your eyes open, and make a decision while you are on your way to that suite.
- I honestly don’t care about what that woman can offer me …or what I could get out of that. To be her sexual toy just so I can get some free stuff? Forget it! I have a great amount of respect for myself to turn into something like that… my life is perfect, I don’t care about money, or to travel or to be with a person so empty, cold and dark like her. So you wanna listen my decision? I just gave it to you, and wont change.
- It is your decision…I’m just trying to open your mind to all this options that are about to land in front of you tonight…she asked for you, she hasn’t fire you, she’s talked to you more than she does at her meetings
- Oh! Wow! Should I be proud? Look Murphy, I’m grateful for your concern my friend, but is gotta be ok. And really it’s getting late. I’ve been through a lot already and I would like to go home as soon as I can
Those were her last words. Clarke finally got ready, she closed her locker and looked at her friend with a sad look in her face. Her anger was exposed towards her friend in the ways she talked to him…she got close to her friend and placed her hand on his shoulder making Murphy turned around.
- I know you are doing all of this to help me but don’t worry, I know how to deal with people like her, it’s just that tonight I’m so tired that my mind isn’t working 100% to deal with her aggressive words, and no, I will not be her lover just so I can take advantage of that, to get me things the easy way. I prefer my life like it is…simple. Lexa Woods can go look out somewhere else…
Murphy smiled to his friend and share one last hug before both parted ways away from the bar. Woods left the place minutes ago leaving a note on the table. When Clarke went to pick up the empty glass and bowl, she noticed the note with her name written on it.
“Bring two glasses of champagne rosé instead of one and remove the pony tail. Let your hair lose. Don’t be late Clarke.
L.W.”
Her blue eyes were wide open as she read the letter more than once, she picked up the note with shaky fingers. Murphy was actually right! Sweat started running down her body and the questions came again… Why a woman like her will be so interested in her? Why did she have to let her hair down to deliver some champagne?
She regretted not ending her job and finding something else. This woman seemed like a panther waiting for her prey to have a good night… and definitely, she was that prey.
Her mind trued desperately to take the right decision, but the time in her watch wasn’t helping at all. She took a deep breath, biting her lips and closing her eyes. She wished she could call her father in that moment; he always had the best advice for her and an amazing humor. She placed her hand in her father’s watch and took another deep breath.
Clarke took the note in her left hand and squeezed it with a ‘you’ll see what I’m capable of’ type of smile. She knew what that woman wanted, and knew how to handle her. Clarke Griffin was a waitress and almost doctor and was ready to show this woman what kind of person she was, not a superior or inferior person, just one that deserve to be respected.
She walked with determination and let her blonde hair lose, moving her head to the side. Her hair adjusting to the motion as she took the tray with the two glasses of champagne rosé, and the small bowl of fresh strawberries.
As she stepped in the elevator she could feel her heart pounding, and was starting to sweat a little bit, but in her mind she wanted to show Lexa Woods that the employees were not inferior, a sexual toy, or an interesting prey to hunt for fun, she wanted to show her that people have rights and must be treated with respect.
She made her way out of the elevator and walked to the suite. Inmediatley she coul see a huge man stood right outside the door, with a black suit and his arms crossed in font of him. His face seemed as if he was angry looking at the wall in front of him. His dark eyes looked down to where Clarke was standing with the tray in her left hand, looking up at him.
- Ms. Woods asked me to bring this to her suite - her voice delivered confidence. The man look at her up and down, and nodded.
- Good. Wait here… - He said with a deep voice
He looked at the waitress for a moment and turned to knock at the door. A female, now known voice for Clarke, from inside let him know it was okay to enter. The man peaked his head inside the suite letting the owner know the waitress was here.
Ms. Woods told the man it was okay to let her go in. But before Clarke could go in, the bodyguard looked at her and warned her.
- If I hear something that I don’t like, I will go in there and get you out myself. Do you understand?
Clarke looked at the bodyguard with not an ounce of fear. She couldn’t show this man she was afraid, she nodded and he moved so she could enter the suite.
When the door open and she was able to stepped in, she stopped to look around her. The room had a very dim light. There were some candles illuminating the room, a little too many for her taste. Inmediately the soft scent of roses, vanilla and lavender hit her nose. In the background the sexy voice of George Michael singing ‘Through” complete the enchanted place. Everything was so special in that big room, that Clarke felt like she was going into another dimension.
Lexa could be seen standing out in the balcony. The doors were wide open so the only thing Clarke could see was Lexa’s back. After a while, where her imagination went who know where enjoy the view in front of her, Clarke finally stopped staring at the enigmatic woman and placed the tray on a white marble table.
On the table a beautiful bouquet of fresh red roses caught her attention. She got closed and inhaled the unique scent, closing her eyes and enjoying the exquisite smell. Those flowers were always her favorites.
Then she opened her eyes and saw that woman there…. Clarke didn’t know why but she felt pity for the CEO, even though Lexa had everything she could possible wish, it wasn’t enough. Seeing her standing out there in the balcony, concentrate looking over the city, with her hands inside the pockets of her gray pants, and that white shirt, it gave her a sensation of loneliness.
A gentle breeze played with Clarke’s hair, who stood there in complete silence, not knowing why, what she was waiting for, she just cant move, or say something to catch Ms.Woods attention.
The breeze was carrying Lexa’s scent directly to her nose and while she breath into it, she felt like she was getting into some kind of enchanted moment. Clarke didn’t know why but being close to that famous woman, made her go to another place, something that she never experienced before with anybody.
Suddenly, her hate towards Woods disappeared and she focused on that balcony. George Michael kept singing a new song named “Patience”, the tune becoming a little sad. When the voice of Lexa broke the spell while turning around to comfront the enchanted waitres.
- Good! You are learning, Clarke! You changed your shirt. And your hair looks nice down like that, you should let your hair down more often at work.
Clarke could hear a different tone to her voice, wondering if it was part of her seductive skills or just because maybe she was more relaxing. But the waitress, wont be fulled around with that charmed woman, she was determined not to be manipulated by her and even though her tone of voice seemed normal and less aggressive, she still had that bossy voice.
- Do you need anything else..? – Asked Clarke in a tone that indicated to Lexa that the waitress was in a reserved mode. A small smirk apears in Lexa’s lips surprising Clarke.
- How old do you think I’m, Clarke? – Suddenly asked Lexa, staring at a now little confused waitress.
- Excuse me? – Responses Clarke, trying to understand the stranger question.
- Are you deaf? Or you don’t understand English now? – The ironic and little arrogant tone in Lexa’s voice annoying Clarke again.
- Hmm..I don’t know…early 20s..?
- I’m 25, Clarke. You can come now, with the glasses of champagne. One of the glasses is for you. – After give the order to the waitress, Lexa turn around again, looking at the city skyline. She needed to, because she couldn’t content herself to just smile. The presence of Clarke produced something inside her that she couldn’t explaind, but was nice and warm.
Clarke did what she was told, but she only took one of the glasses. As soon as she got closer, she closed her eyes. The sweet scent of the CEO’s hair caressed her skin. The view of the city was amazing, but Clarke could only smell her unique and so especial perfume that started to make something in her mind and body.
Lexa felt Clarke’s body closer to her and turned around to comfront the beautiful waitress, when she got inmediately lost in those blues that were staring at her, in such unique way, and with only one glass of champagne in her left hand. Lexa then look at the glass and back to Clarke’s face, not being able to stop a smirk shinning in her lips.
Her green sparkling eyes went back to those blue oceans, iluminated them by a moon light, make them shine like safires. Lexa could swear she didn’t felt like that in million years. Her body was reacting stranger, with a warm feeling growing inside, and her so awake and sharp inteligent mind, getting suddenly blocked. In fact she could only felt her heart beats, and all the warning alarms started sounding on her.
- What part of the message didn’t you get? I said to bring the two glasses and that one glass was for you – Explained Lexa in a deeply voice tone, that even surprised herself.
- I understand everything you are saying. I don’t have any issues with the language or my ears. I don’t drink whenever I’m working, and certanly I don’t like champagne. Now, if you excuse me, and if you need anything else. I will go. – Sharp Ckarke in her replied, extending her hand with the glass champagne rosé to the brunette, who got totally amused. But she wont let the waitress go yet, not until she say so.
- No Clarke, your work doesn’t end until I say so, remember I’m the one who pays your salary. But, I like that you respect your job and don’t drink while you work – Explainded Lexa while she took the glass from Clarke’s hand, without stop looking at her face with that smirk in her lips that she couldn’t content.
Silence filled the room again. Lexa turned her gaze to the balcony where she could see the whole city as she drank some of her champagne.
Clarke was beyond tired. She felt irritating at the replied of Ms.Woods, and even whe she was welling to fight for her rights, she was incredible calm feeling that something was making her to want to stay anyway, she didn’t know what to say to that enigmatic powerfull woman next to her that started to filled her mind.
- You wanna know why I’m a such cold hearted bitch, Clarke? That is going through your mind, isn’t it?
- The only thing that is going through my mind is that I want to go home and sleep; sorry but it’s been a long day… - Answered Clarke without look at Lexa, her blue eyes were lost in the beautiful view of the city of Chicago.
- I will tell you why. When my parents suddenly passed away, they placed me into this business at the age of 20. I didn’t have a choice, I was the only heiress left of the most powerfull empire of bussiness worldwide. And like that, my life became numbers, marketing, bussiness meeting, agendas. I’ve to learn how to deal with a world filled with coldness and manipulation. And yes, I became a bitch because that is the only way I could survive, in this shit money-power life… -Lexa let all that story out of her mouth without really know why she was telling to a completely stranger something so personal
- Maybe life should be about more than just surviving... don’t we deserve better than that? – Clarke said in a calm tone, and gentle eyes, while turning her face to see again the powerfull woman, totally fascinated staring at her.
After hearing those wise words Lexa turned to look at Clarke. She loved her words about life. Lexa didn’t felt like Clarke was judging her, like she normally felt every time she spoke with the people that she worked with. Clarke was someone that spoke from the heart, but with a brilliant smart mind. Lexa was just amazed by her personality, she was starting like Clarke very much.
Lexa’s gaze was lost as she kept just staring at the blonde girl standing beside her. For a moment, her world filled with cold, money and power were gone. For a moment, her entire world became Clarke, that beautiful face and those deep eyes that showed nothing but sincerity. Those blue eyes were just like the Mediterranean sea she visited so many times. Her blonde hair a little bit wild, playing with the breeze, looked shiny and soft. Suddenly, a strand of hair covered Clarke’s face thanks to the wind. Lexa didn’t hesitate and placed the strand of her hair behind her ear, very gently with her right hand.
Clarke on the other hand all she felt as soon as Lexa place her hair behind her ear, was a shiver down her spine. Her cheeks were started to pick up a pink color, she quickly bit her tongue, a clear sign she was nervous.
Lexa’s eyes became dark, and her smile full of desire, was something hard to control. Her throat became dry, she kept touching her lips with her tongue, like she was savoring every inch of the girl she had in front of her. She just wanted to take Clarke right then and there and made love to her. That’s what usually happened with nearly every woman that entered her suite. From famous women to models, actresses, dancers, musicians. You name it.
But that unique creature standing next to her, in the night of Chicago was something else. It wasn’t just a one-night stand, it wasn’t someone she could just use and discard the next day. Clarke caught her attention and confronted her with no fear, she loved how strong Clarke tried to be, how determined and sincere her words were, she was simply someone she wanted to possess. Lexa always loved big challenges and that pretty smart waitress was a very especial one, that she wont let it go.
Clarke took a deep breath with her eyes still closed, feeling the warm breezed caress her face, she didn’t feel uncomfortable at all in that place, standing next to Lexa Woods, even though she could feel the woman’s desire. The way Lexa was looking at her was taking Clarke to a place she never were, she didn’t know. Deep down inside her, she wish that woman in front of her take her just like that, without any though, so there she knew she was in seriously troubles.
George’s music could still be heard in the background. Lexa was definitely a fan of that british singer. Clarke’s mind was at ease and she didn’t feel tired anymore. It was like she finally gave up and accepted to be with this person.
- What are you thinking Clarke? - Lexa took another sip of her drink, not taking her gaze off Clarke.
- Nothing really. What about you? – Clarke answer without hesitated, returning the question to Lexa Woods, like they were playing a tenis match.
- You can stop being so polite to me, Clarke. Thinking is how I can survive in this world, if my mind stops working; my world will end up tomorrow. But, in this moment I’m just thinking of you.
Clarke felt a warm sensation all over her body, she swallowed, starting to feel uncomfortable. Lexa was looking at her and was now walking towards her. She turned her face for a brief second finding with a pair of beautiful green eyes of the powerful woman, so intense, she could read them so easily, there was desire in those emerald eyes and even it looked like they were smiling back at her.
Clarke’s gaze were focusing on the other pair of eyes in front of her and back to those perfect and thick lips that were probably soft to the touch. Clark kissed a few girls in her life, it wasn’t something new to her, but Lexa Woods made her feel a strong desire like she was naked in front of the multimillionaire young lady, ready to let herself go to a world of lust, by those perfect lips that were being used to explore every single inch of her body.
She could feel the heat between her legs, her cheeks started to take an intense pinky color, but she didn’t let herself go. She was able to keep calm, like Lexa’s words weren’t bothering her.
- Thinking about me? Well… probably nothing good... I’ve made so many mistakes, one after another in front of you. You must be thinking why she still here? Why I didn’t fired her yet?
Lexa smiled a little taking a step back, liking Clarke sincere and ironic answer. The waitress could even make her laugh, a very strange thing. Lexa had a reputation of being all business very seriously cold woman that never laugh. For a moment it didn’t feel like she was that cold hearted and successful CEO, in that moment with Clarke she felt like just as a 25 year old girl talking kindly with a beautiful lady in a warm summer night.
Lexa chuckled for a few seconds.
- Clarke, I don’t know how you do it but you make me laugh. Yes, I’m probably thinking that about you or maybe not. I didn’t fired you yet, because you are someone interesting Clarke Griffin…
- oh well, thanks… and by the way how do you know my…? Yes... that was a stupid question… you are Lexa Woods, owner of half the world. I believe you have the power to find out all about me and who knows what else… - Commented Clarke shacking her head and smiling. Lexa couldn’t stop smiling either.
- Well… to say that I own half the world is too much, let’s say I just own a quarter of it, and yes, it’s easy to get all the information that I wish to know about the people that work for me. But, why can I still detect that polite tone in your voice?
- Because you are my boss, a customer of the bar and the hotel, and because I don’t know you – Replied Clarke turning her head to look right through those green enchanting eyes, that stare at her without a blink, like totally fascinated.
- Would you like to know me Clarke? – Suddenly responses Lexa, with a malicious smile in her face, while she was biting her lower lip, feeling how her blood were running through her veins, and her heart rate speed up. Clarke definitely were having something special to make her felt that way. But what was so powerfull that strikes her like a lightning bolt.
- I don’t know. Why would I want to know you? If I wanted to know more about you I can Google you. I’m pretty sure there will be tons of articles about you, maybe a couple of books, or I can read more business magazines
- Haha… that is so true. I will give you credit on that. Yes, I am pretty sure that there are some books about my amazing life, but I wouldn’t believe in them. Google, well... you will learn lots of things about the richest and powerful lesbian bitch that rules an empire of bussiness, and her many affairs with the most beautiful women in the planet, but between us, the number is much less to the number or list that they give you. If you look at the business magazines, those might bored you because all they will talk about will be my latest big bussiness deals and how I’m doing in the markets worldwide.
- I don’t know why knowing you are so important to be honest. Have never cross your mind maybe explore life in another way? Like more than just business, money, power, women… something different perhaps? – After she replied Clarke asking to herself why on earth she asked or suggested something like that to a woman like Lexa Woods?
- That is a good question, Clarke. I don’t know… I’ve lived in this world of bussiness for many years, is was always like that. My parents brought me to this world to do this, I couldn’t imagine doing something else. What piece of advice can you give so that I can do something different in my life?
- I don’t know…maybe live differently, see the world with a different view instead of just numbers. Feel the beauty of those small and simple things in life. Also perhaps smiling a little more?. You look different when you smile – The words come out of Clarke mouth without she could stoped them, and inmediately she regret them, when she saw the eye brown of the CEO move up over her right eye, looking a Clarke in amusement and with a smile that somehow melt Clarke inside.
- Oh, so you know that I don’t smile easily Clarke… - Said Lexa gladly that Clarke seems to know her a little bit after all.
- Well, my friend told me a little bit about you, basic information… - Explained Clarke, rolling her eyes and make gestures with her hands a little nerves
- You didn’t know who I was when you attended me in the bar?
- Not really – Clarke confessed feeling her cheeks became red
- Oh my God, Clarke, you don’t stop amazing me…. in what world do you live?! I can’t believe it! You are the first person that I know that didn’t know who I was… like I said, you are a very interesting woman Clarke Griffin. - Answered Lexa in shock and absolutely fascinated by the waitress, who didn’t know who she was.
For the first time Clarke smiled, in silence, a little bit embarrassing, looking at the beautiful city, she certanly couldn’t hold the stare to her stunning charming boss, who was just smiling shocking at her. The small talk with Lexa was starting to be interesting and comfortable, but she could felt really tired reaching her limits.
- I don’t mean to sound disrespectful Ms.Woods, but I’m so tired and I have to rest – Clarke tried to excuse herself to leave
- It’s okay, Clarke. You can go home… - Finally Lexa allow her to leave, even when she wish for the waitress to stay more time. She really enjoy her company and definitely wanna discover more in that smart beautiful lady. But she knew and she could see in those tired eyes that she needed to rest and so she let her go.
Lexa replied smiling at the waitress, taking the last sip of her drink. She was looking forward to speak more often with the waitress, and discovered more of that unique personality.
- Do you live far from here? If you want I can tell Gustus to drive you to your house or you can spend the night here too if you wish… - Offers Lexa, now looking directly and intensely into Clarke’s blue oceans. But also noticed inmediately how that beautiful face that was a little embarrassing and smiling seconds ago, now started looking in shock and clearly irritating. She knew there, she made a wrong call, and she wanna kick her own ass at that.
- What?! - Clarke spit in shock. - To spend the night here with you?
- Clarke, if I wanted to have sex with you, you’d be in my bed right at this moment… - Lexa’s voice became bossy and Clarke didn’t like it at all, not the tone and definitely not the suggestion. The CEO tried to fix her stupid mistake but she was making it just worst and she hated her stupidity mentally block at the moment. Why on earth her mind was feeling blocked suddenly noticing that she annoyed Clarke that way? “What the hell is wrong with you Lexa? Too many easy women in your bed, that is what is wrong estupid selfish idiot” she said to herself, looking a little desperate at Clarke. She mess up the whole nice moment she had with the waitress and she didn’t know how to fix it.
- That I would’ve been in your…? Let me tell you something, even though you are used to have what, when and who you desire, doesn’t give you the right to think that every woman will fall into your arms and bed, because you think you are the queen of seduce. I’m not a night stand, and certanly not a prostitude. I’m a woman that have principles in life and know more about respect others than you with all your power and money have. And i’m also a waitress that have pass way to long her normal shift time. So now Mrs. Woods, if you excuse me, is late and I have to go home.
Clarke walking towards Lexa, while she was spoken, while Lexa only could step backwards until she reach the railing of the balcony. Where she couldn’t move more and just look into those angry intense blue eyes. At that point Clarke finished her speech nearly touching her face with hers. Letting her know very clear she wasn’t an easy woman, and she felt disrespectful.
Lexa was in shock, speechless and feeling the most stupid woman on earth. That lady in front of her was talking in a matter to her that nobody have ever have the courage to do. She admired Clarke in a way she didn’t do with anybody in her life at that point. She could have acted as she normally did, as a cold bitch unhearted boss, and fired her right there and then. But she just took a deep breath staring at her eyes. Trying to order her mind to speak and don’t keep messing up the situation.
- Ok, ok. Look, it wasn’t my intention to make you mad or make you feel that way. I do respect you Clarke, and certanly I don’t think that you are a prostitude. Sorry I didn’t explained myself more better when I made that propose. What I meant was that you could sleep on the guest room that is next door. It’s late, and I know your working time finished long time ago, so I was trying to offer you my apologises, offering you a place to stay. That’s all…
Clarke looked at Lexa still irritated but relaxed, understanding now that there was no sexual offer coming from the CEO. Lexa was simply trying to be cordial, because she was still there, doing over time, because she didn’t let her go.
The waitress blinked twice and gave a couple of steps back, taking a distance from Lexa’s face and body. But her blue eyes froze and got lost on Lexa’s greens. The aura in the room felt so sensual, while the voice of George Michael singing his ‘Father Figure’ was just perfect for the occasion. That beautiful, bossy and arrogant woman made Clarke feel things that she never felt before, like a sensual warm power was taking over her.
Clarke was starting to like that heavy aussie accent, and that perfume so unique that covered Lexa’s body. Her eyes followed an invisible line, from those enchanted green eyes down through that long neck, seeing how the vein was beating fast, knowing that Lexa was feeling excited.
Gladly she continued to that white silk shirt open, exposing that brown tan skin moving up and down in every breath, while the wind played with Wood’s shirt giving Clarke a glimpse of that athletic body, feeling suddenly her mouth so dry.
The image unfolding in front of her eyes was so sexy. If there was something Clarke couldn’t deny was how attractive that woman was. She could now understand why so many women fell for her so easily, her seductive power was incredible strong and she was starting feeling it and lit something inside, something she couldn’t stop. Feeling a very strong kind of connection with the famous CEO, a connection that she couldn’t understand but definitely was there.
Lexa could felt the attraction Clarke started feeling for her, and she couldn’t contain herself anymore. Slowly and very careful extended her hands to Clarke’s neck, and the distance between them was starting to disappeared. As Lexa started to get close to Clarke, her hands caressed the beautiful waitress’s skin and hair, while Clarke was totally lost in Lexa’s gaze.
Lexa’s touch was so careful making Clarke’s heart pound, but in a quick second she woke up from her daydream and took a step back, breaking the contact and that atractive spell between the two. Clarke stood still trying to catch some air, her eyes, clearly more darker now, couldn’t stop from staring at those lips full of desire.
- Thank you… but I prefer my bed and nobody has to take me home. I brought my motorcycle with me, I like to drive and feel the wind against my face, makes me relax on my way home, which by the way is not far from here – Could finally explaind Clarke cutting the enchanted moment between them. Something Lexa felt sad about.
Lexa removed her hands inmediately, reacting to the rejection of the waitress so so atractive and so strong mind in front of her. She couldn’t restringe a smile appear on her lips…
- Well, the offer is still there. But, you really drive a motorcycle Clarke? What kind…? – Lexa became curious about that, in fact she wanna know everything about the waitress at that point.
- What…? Oh Ermmm… a Harley Davidson – Replied Clarke after she tried to concentrate again and blinked twice
- Wow! How in the hell were you able to purchase that type of motorcycle? I mean, with the salary that you get as a waitress, is not a lot for that brand
- Because the motorcycle belonged to the father of the waitress. Now if you’ll excuse me. Good night, Ms. Woods – Lexa felt the sharp answer from Clarke and she wanna slap herself again. Why she needed to be so stupid in front of that beautiful woman?
- Good night, Clarke…. And I’d like to keep seeing you while I stay in Chicago. I found pur chat very enlightening and funny. Who knows, maybe you could show me how to see life in a different way.
Clarke looked for a moment to the arrogant lady, a little bit more relaxed and with a smile in her face. Without answering, but just nodded, her gaze looked at the floor as she turned around and walked to the door she entered the suite.
Lexa follow Clarke with her eyes, while she was leaving the suite. She felt nothing more than admiration and a strong desire for that waitress. Clarke Griffin was someone that had to be conquer in a slow kind and respectful way, just like any real lady should be. But Lexa was loosing that touch with the years, being use to easy women surrounding her only for interest, for her money, her powerful figure and how good she was in bed. She didn’t remember have cross with a real woman like Clarke was in a very very long time. She didn’t care that was a simple waitress, that woman was someone to take good care off and be gentle and respectful, and she was welling to do that.
Her mind worked at a rapid speed. Clarke made her forget about the cold world around her. She needed to wet her lips, feeling her mouth dry, while her mind offered her flashbacks of those beautiful blue eyes, those amazing curves of her body, that particullary grave tone sexy voice. Lexa even could felt the warmth of her white, and for sure, soft skin, the desire in her darker eyes so strong, and she liked that. Clarke Griffin was a unique and magnificent woman and she was challenged to conquer her in a way she couldn’t resist.
