Dangerous Women.

chapter 8 Rated R

Clarkes pov.

The next Morning i can still hear the sound of music playing. Only this time it was distant. Like it was in the next room or something.

I fully open my eyes searching the room with them even though they were blurry and sleep deprived. Its safe to say i didn't get too much sleep last night. I yawn and look behind me seeing her spot empty. I finally sit up and take the cup of coffee that was next to the night stand. I smile when i drink it. She can make me feel really special by just doing the little things.

Finally i step out of bed running one hand trough my hair fixing it a little better before i see her. My messed up makeup was enough i didn't the hair to look like shit too.

When i open the door to her room the music gets louder. I hear faint grunting and chains being rattled.

When i fully step into the hall i turn to another large room and see her punching a large punching bag.

She had on black tight fitted sweats with a half black tank top. Black leather gloves were on her hands but the finger tips were cut off.

I watched her move swiftly and with much fury. I stand behind her yet its like i can feel her frustration. She jabs and gives the occasional right left hook. I watched her hop back and kick the bag half way across the room.

I nod my head with a slight happy/frown saying "Alright."

( ya'll know the way eliza saids "Alright." )

She must of heard me, because she turned around out of breath. The sweat fell from her head to the pit of her chest. Her cheeks were burning red and im guessing it was from the heat. I can see the muscles in her arms pumping. Shes gasping for air.

She walks over to a table and grabs a water bottle. Before she drinks it she looks me dead in my eyes, seductively and also kind of intimidatingly.

She tilts her head back gulping down the ice cold water. Some of it makes its way out of her mouth and down her neck to her chest.

I swallowed hard being nervous around her like this. She was making me sexually frustrated and vulnerable and i didn't care. I sip my coffee when she shuts off the radio. I watched her walk over to me.

I smiled when she got close enough for me to see her natural features without makeup. Shes even more beautiful without it.

"Morning." She saids.

"Morning." I replied

"How long have you been standing there?" She asks.

"Long enough to realize you're the daughter of Jackie Chan." I joke and she laughs.

"It calms me." She states.

"Hey i ain't judging. Heck it calms me watching you." I said taking another sip of coffee.

"I don't necessarily think it calms you clarke." She looks into my eyes.

"You're right." I say.

She leads me into the kitchen where she already had breakfast prepared. She takes the two plates out from the cover and places them on the kitchen table. She pulls out a chair for me and i take it and thank her. Once she sits we both start eating.

"What else do you do with your free time?" I ask.

"Well. I like work out out. Run. Swim. I sometimes like to fish but its boring doing it alone, so i stopped. What about you?"

She asks.

"I like to hang out with friends. Paint usually though. I love to paint, and draw. I feel free when I am." She smiles when i look into her eyes.