A/N: First time writing this type of stuff. Give me some credit for going with my cut. Stephenie Meyer owns ALL characters and places. This is for briL740 and IrishTwiFicster. Their stories make my day and inspire me. Oh yeah, this is for 18+ people. I'm warning you, it could get...nevemind. Just don't read it if your under 18. Enjoy and Review?

BellaPOV

I rushed out of bed as my alarm clock-for the umpthteen time-told me to get up. I knew I had things to do today, but I didn't want to. I wanted to lie in bed and relax, but fuck no was that going to happen.

I rushed through my shower, lathering myself quickly and rinsing my body. I wouldn't have time to release myself this morning. I blame my alarm.

I jumped out of the shower, rummaged through my thick closet, Why the fuck do I have many clothes? I grabbed a tight blue velvet dress and quickly slipped it on. For some damn reason my hips took forever to get the dress on, I almost ripped the dress off and settle for jeans, but the office wouldn't let me; and I was professional.

I worked for the Washington Post newspaper as the Editor and Chief. And it was mandatory to wear "proper" clothes to the office. I'm the Editor and Chief for god sake! I should be allowed to wear anything I want, but no.

I was jetlagged and I needed coffee desperately. After I got my dress and pantyhose on, I went down my stairs and almost hit the wall of the left to enter my kitchen. As soon as I stepped foot in the kitchen, I remembered I was too out of it last night to remember to make coffee. I cursed myself under my breath.

I grabbed my 3 inch heels, keys and jerked my jacket off the hook and slipped through the door. I locked it quickly and sprinted to my car. I felt like I had already run a marathon this morning by the time I sat down in my red Aston Martin.

I huffed a sigh as I turned the key over. It started immediately and scared me half to death. I tossed my jacket in the other seat and started to drive away. Son of a fucking bitch! I turned the car around down the street and revved the engine back to my driveway.

I left the car running as I jumped out of it and dashed for my house. I found my spare key and opened the door. I threw the key back in the small bush next to the door. Stupid hiding spot, but it was easy to remember on drunken nights.

I kept the door open, but locked the inside so I could just close it went I left. I went straight to the kitchen and grabbed my brief case. I was almost panting as I sat back in my car.

Backing out of the driveway and half way to work I glanced at my dash to check the time. 6: 37 am it read. I was sitting at a stop light, glaring at my dash. I couldn't believe that I rushed the whole morning and I was supposed to be just getting up. I was honestly pissed because I hadn't even heard my alarm go off. I didn't even set it last night.

I was so angry that I was close to tears, damn my tear ducks. They were automatically wired to my emotions. Even when I was little, and I would go see Charlie I would be so mad or sad that I'd be crying at I got off the plane, but I passed them as tears of joy.

I drove a little while and saw the park; I could go sit for…no. I still needed that coffee if I was going to make it through the morning at work. Starbucks wasn't open because of a stupid idiot who drove through the front door. Morons. I laughed in my silent car at the thought of him or her being either so thirsty or tired at the wheel going through Starbucks.

There was a cute little diner open that had a breakfast special going on, I swerved over in the lane going left and drove into the parking lot.

I glanced at the other cars in the parking lot, there were six. This place must not get much service with McDonalds and Starbucks next door. Poor diner. It was so cute. It had red and white stripes on the top of the roof, red sides and stairs to the front door. It was just so cute, I wondered if I could buy it just for fun. I smiled to myself as I got out of my car.

I pushed open the door and wind made my hair blow from my face. I blushed as I noticed all eyes on me. I smiled weakly from the edge of my mouth and quickly went to sit down in a small corner booth.

I hid my face behind a menu. I wasn't used to people thinking I was pretty, only Jacob back in college and he considered me "No way in hell, Bells that you're pretty, you're absolutely fucking gorgeous."

I smiled at Jacob's words. I missed him, but things got awkward after…I shook the memories away and actually looked at my menu.

I slowly dropped the menu to the table as I looked over it and saw God. Okay, he wasn't God, but he was a god. He looked like the Greek God Eros, and the Greek God Aether.

I felt my legs go weak, and a wetness between them as I looked him over. He had a tight, gray muscle shirt on and white baggy pants right on his hip.

His tousled bronze hair was amazing; I wanted to run my fingers through it and through it again. I wanted to grip handfuls of it. My eyes had closed as I thought about him naked. His body, oh god. And his eyes were like…emeralds dancing in the rain. They were so green that I felt my pantyhose almost ruined.

I bit my lip, eyes still closed and then I heard someone clear their throat. I gasped at looked up to see the Greek God. My eyes bulged and my cheeks flushed. Did he know that I was thinking of him? Oh, god. Say something Bella!

"What can I get you, Ma'am?" his voice was so…smooth that my legs trembled.

I recovered myself as I looked at him, "What do you recommend?" I tried to make my voice sexy, but it failed. I knew it had when I saw him smile a little bit.

"Well, we've got a really good omelet with ham and cheese. And it comes with toast and jelly." He smiled. His smiled made me weak in the knees and took my breath away. Who the hell was this man?

"What do you recommend?" I hinted and bit my lip again.

"The…uh...the…uhm," he shook his head finding the words. "The omelet is really…uhm, really good." He was nodding to himself.

"Then, I'll have that." I whispered seductively, and then smiled when he looked back at me from scratching the order down.

He walked away slowly and smiled as we walked into the kitchen.

I didn't care about the omelet, I have to have him.

EdwardPOV

We were completely empty this morning and it was almost 6:45. I was in the back making sure Mike and Eric were on task. Mike, the chef was whipping together some omelets and Eric was the cashier in the front.

After a couple minutes, more people started to show. I took their orders and gave them to Mike. At exactly 6:48, a Goddess appeared in front of me. She was not only Aphrodite, but she was Eos, Rhea, and Theia.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. When she pushed through the front main door, the wind made her hair fly to the back of her head, instantly at that sight, my cock hardened. I thanked God that I picked out loose pants today.

When she blushed, I almost right then and there exploded into my pants. She hid her eyes and went to sit down. I felt like just seeing her that I was panting.

I watched her from the kitchen, god she's beautiful. She hid behind a menu and it frustrated me, I wanted to see her face. No, I needed to see her face again.

I grabbed a notepad and pen and walked swiftly to her table. I was glancing around trying to make it look like I wasn't just staring at her. It wasn't until I actually got to her table that I realized she had her eyes closed and her bottom lips pierced between her teeth.

Watching her graze the skin of her lip made my pants uncomfortable. I needed to adjust myself but I was too close to her.

I quietly cleared my throat and her eyes snapped open. She immediately hid her chocolate brown eyes which made me want to see into them.

When she noticed me standing next to her, she flushed a beautiful pink and my cock throbbed in protest. I smiled at her, "What can I get you Ma'am?"

She thought for a moment. Then looking at me she said, "What do you recommend?"

I smiled when I heard the lust in her voice. She was trying to seduce me. It worked, like a charm.

I answered her quickly, "Well, we've got a really good omelet with ham and cheese. And it comes with toast and jelly." I smiled when I thought of her eating toast and jelly. I don't know what came over me, but when she spoke, my heart stopped and restarted.

"What do you recommend?" she said in a lustier, seductive voice. I could hear the emphasis when she said you.

I was dumbfounded, literally. And when she spoke like that, my inner pervert came right out. "The…uh...the…uhm," I shook my head stupidly. "The omelet is really…uhm, really good." Trying to make the sentence come out correctly I nodded to myself.

Who the hell was this girl? I couldn't believe my ears as she spoke again.

"Then, I'll have that." And just the way she said have made my cock jump.

Scratching her order down quickly and in horrible writing-which was not usually mine-then I looked back at her.

I walked back the kitchen slowly and glanced at the beautiful girl once more. She was staring so I smiled.

I have to have her.

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