A/N: Something new and more than a little dirty for you all. This is definitely a mature plot and not at all like my last story, the Next Chapter. I expect there to be a lot of smut and some foul language so please have the sense to click away if you are easily offended. There's no shame, is completely understandable, but I don't see a lot of purpose in those who read mature stories and then report them as inappropriate.

As always, I am not Stephenie Meyer, I only like to think up dirty things for her characters. I don't have the patience for Betas because I post it as I write it so all mistakes are always mine because if I reread my work, I'll think it sucks and I won't post it. I hope that you all enjoy and I love love love reviews! I do my best to respond, despite my epic failure on that note with TNC. As a favorite writer of mine likes to add - if you can't say anything nice, do as your momma taught you and don't say anything at all.

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It wasn't supposed to turn out this way. Life was supposed to be a hell of a lot better by now and, truly, it wasn't that bad. I moved to New York the day after I graduated High School back in Washington, three months after my dad died in a car accident. I thought I could move to New York, get into College and live a nice life. Unfortunately, my savings and Charlie's life insurance money quickly ran out and I found out that feeling like an adult and being an adult were two very different things.

My neighbor James was the first time, two years ago. I lost the waitress job I'd been depending on when the diner went under; two months past due, I came home from a long and unpromising day of job hunting to find a bright pink eviction notice taped to my door. I was embarrassed and defeated, drowning my sorrows in a bottle of whiskey at my second hand kitchen table when there was a knock on the door. I was unsteady on my feet when I answered the door to a smirking James, his eyes cold and intimidating and his right fist wrapped around the offensive notice.

I cried the whole night after he was left. The next morning, I woke up to find a receipt for my past due rent had been slipped under my door with a handwritten thanks signed by James. After that he started coming over regularly, he usually brought me some sort of gift like expensive wine or a box of chocolates, and he always tossed a couple big bills on the dresser on his way to the door. It got easier over time, I stopped crying and even learned to enjoy the way his lust made me feel. Knowing he continued to come see me, every couple of weeks like clockwork, makes a girl feel good about herself.

I relied on my money from James and a crappy waitress job for a while before James started introducing me to a couple of his friends. Then it was all downhill. I quit serving and started frequenting some of the higher class night clubs in the city. It didn't take long before my business became word of mouth, I raised my rates and never looked back.

Tonight was a little different than what I was used to. I was called by a couple of suits looking for their business partner to get a little… distracted. Normally, I would have insisted on meeting the client before hand, but they offered me more than double my rate and it was an offer I couldn't resist. I never would have guessed that my greed would change my life forever.

I checked my hair in the mirrored wall as the elevator stopped and the bell singled I'd reached my destination. The office building was mostly deserted, as I'd been told it would be, and I didn't have to look hard to find who I was looking for. His office was one of three on the top floor and the only room in the dark came from beneath the oak door. My black stilettos clicked on the granite floor and I undid the three buttons on my trench coat, leaving the tie in place before grabbing the brass door knob.

He sat behind his desk, posed as if it were a thrown, even in the late night with no one around to see him. From across the room I could see the tiredness in his eyes, his broad shoulders hunched just slightly and a light dusting of hair visible over the top buttons of his dress shirt that he'd undone. Green eyes met my own dark brown and I watched shutters come down as he stood. "Who let you in here," he demanded, eliciting a sultry smirk from me.

I'd played this game many times, though this was the first time my client truly didn't know why I was here. It was like acting in a movie for me, I walked towards his desk with a strut that I'd perfected and licked my perfectly applied lips to entice him. "Oh Mr. Cullen," I purred, placing my hands flat on his desk and leaning forward to give him a peak of cleavage. "I don't believe that anyone had been let in anywhere just yet."

The line was cheesy, I knew that; but I also knew that men didn't really mind cheesy, it was more the final production they were concerned about. He, however, was different. My tacky flirtations weren't interesting to him, though I could see by the bulge in his slacks that I had caught his attention. Cullen stood, running a hand through his thick copper hair, the action not helping the wild state it was already in, and shook his head. "I don't know who you are, but you need to leave."

"Uh uh Darling, that's not how this works," I told him, batting my overdone eyelashes at him and putting the overpriced smokey eye shadow I'd applied to good use. "I was paid for a service," manicured nails loosened the tie of my coat and I allowed the fabric to fall to the ground. "The client is always right and I always deliver." Anger flashed in his eyes, but it didn't stop him from carefully raking over my nearly naked body.

My black satin bustier and see through g-string seemed to please him, but it was garter belt and stockings that seemed to hold his attention. It was an outfit I'd worn before, mostly for those select clients who preferred a dominating approach. Something told me this man was more the dominate than the dominated, but my apparel still seemed appeasing. "I don't know who put you up to this, but I think you should leave before I call security."

I was surprised when he spoke without the least bit of hesitation or faltering in his stern tone. I frowned, positioning myself on the edge of his desk and crossing my long legs at the ankle. "You can call me Bella, Mr. Cullen; but I'm afraid I won't be leaving. See, if you don't enjoy yourself then I don't hold up my end of the deal and I don't get paid. That's just not going to work for me." He seemed like an honesty works best kind of guy so I went with it.

"Who paid you," he asked, his voice harsh as he leaned towards me, his eyes narrowed and suspicious.

I rolled my eyes, pretending to be bored as I examined my nails. "Two men, impeccably dressed, claimed to be your business partners. I told them I don't play the multiples game but they assured me that I'd find you here alone and… well, they were right."

He didn't respond directly to me, instead he seemed to hum with irritation as he pressed a speed dial on his phone and ringing filled the silence. I became uncertain at that point; moving to get off his desk when he reached across and grabbed my wrist, his touch both commanding and gentle. Our eyes met and he shook his head before the phone clicked and a familiar voice greeted him. "Hey Eddie, how's it going?"

"Dammit Emmett, what did you do," Cullen snarled, causing me to jump in surprise and begin worrying my bottom lip between my teeth. It was a nervous habit I'd had for years, one that reappeared and let me know my carefully constructed character was gone. Now it was just me, Bella, and I felt exposed sitting here, unable to runaway.

The voice on the other end boomed with laughter and I fought the urge to cover myself, suddenly embarrassed by my state of undress. "Ed man, relax; enjoy yourself. You've been so uptight lately with this deal and Jazz and I thought you could use a little company. She's already paid for, might as well enjoy yourself." I don't know why his words made me feel so dirty; after all, I'd done unspeakable things with men who'd never bothered to divulge their real names, but his words were more personal for some reason.

Edward, I inferred, hung up the phone and sighed, releasing the grip on my wrist to rub his eyes tiredly. "Look, I'm sorry they put you up to this, but I don't really operate like that. My brothers are assholes and… do you mind putting your coat back on?" I nodded dumbly, stepping off the desk and covering myself, fighting back the tears of embarrassment that burned behind my eyes. This was my job, one I'd been doing for years and that I did well, why was I so ashamed in front of this man? "You're beautiful, truly, but I don't have any trouble getting laid and…"

I couldn't help but tilt my head back and laugh at the arrogance he was spouting. "You think that I do what I do, for what I do mind you, because men like you have trouble getting laid. Oh darling, no. I happen to be very good at what I do and people pay me quite a bit of money because I'm discrete and professional. I appreciate the compliment but you can keep it." I tossed his brothers' cash on the desk and didn't wait for his response before heading back out the way I came. The elevator doors parted as soon as I pushed the button and I was almost free and clear before he came after me.

"Bella, wait," Edward called, rushing over and placing his hand between the elevator doors to keep them from closing. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you; I just meant that I didn't need my brothers to- shit- I mean… God, you're beautiful." The sincerity in his voice and the way his tone lightened suddenly brought my eyes back to his. I gasped when I saw the way they had darkened, a look that I wasn't unfamiliar with, and the spark of interest that waited for me there.

Instinctively, I took a step back, finding myself pressed against the wall of the elevator and his arms wrested on either side of me before I had time to comprehend what was happening. He had me trapped, his much larger build covering my small frame as he leaned in close to me. Our lips barely brushed and I felt a jolt when his warm breath washed over me, the light in his eyes told me that he felt it too. That was all it took for Edward Cullen to possess me, his mouth capturing mine and turning me to clay for him to bend at his will.

Edward's tongue pressed gently at the seal of my lips, begging entrance, and I readily applied. Generally, I didn't spend a lot of time kissing clients, though they really weren't complaining since my kissing skills weren't exactly what they were looking for. But Edward's lips against mine felt so right and I felt myself growing damp between my thighs the more his expert tongue danced for dominance inside my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and one of his hands fisted in my dark hair at the base of my neck, the other running down the length of my body to stroke the outside of my thigh where it was exposed by my coat.

I mewled pathetically, arching against him and thrusting my chest against his for friction. It should have felt shameful, unprofessional even, but this had already gone passed the call of duty. After all, I'd already given back the money I'd been paid. This was something different. His roaming hand circled my thigh and hitched my knee up over his hip, causing me to spread my legs for him and readily present myself. Releasing my hair, he undid the restraints on my coat and pushed the material over my shoulders before breaking our kiss to look at me.

His erection pressed against my core and I was sure he would feel my heat waiting for him. Hunger filled his eyes and he continued our kiss, an added urgency in the way he moved as he reached for the clasps on the side of my corset and undid them without hesitation. The lingerie fell to the floor and my nipples puckered at the sudden chill of air, his large hands quickly covering them in warmth and causing me to moan. It had been a long time since I'd truly felt this good from only a few touches.

Edward found the heat between my legs and we moaned simultaneously the first time he stroked me through my ruined panties. "Oh beautiful, you are so ready for me. Tell me, is this part of the package," his words were harsh against my raw and exposed state. I faltered at first, blinking a few times before untangling myself from him and giving him a shove in the chest.

Caught off guard, Edward stumbled back a few steps, enough for me to slap him in the face so that he instinctively stepped backward out of the elevator. "Screw you Edward Cullen," I cursed, pressing the button for the parking garage and watching his stunned face disappear behind the elevator doors.