A/n: So yeah, I find myself starting yet ANOTHER story. I don't know where they keep coming from. It's actually quiet annoying, since this is taking up even more of my time. GRR. Oh well, I suppose, as long as people enjoy them…

…I expect this might be a shorter story than my others. But I'm not quite sure yet.

Disclaimer: Nothing recognisable is mine, Twilight is not mine, Etc.

Chapter 1

Bella POV

Once again I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from the scene before me. A pale white hand slid down Jessica's back, and came to rest on her rear. It squeezed, and she flinched a little; before shivering in pleasure, then the hand slipped underneath her far-too-short skirt. It didn't take much of a brain to realise that the hand was cupping another certain part of her anatomy.

And yes, she was enjoying this very much. It was obvious from the little gasp, little giggle, and little shivers of pleasure that were causing her back to ripple.

The owner of the hand leant forwards and muttered something in the woman's ear, and she nodded vigorously. Then the hand slipped out from under her skirt, and the man walked away.

Several heavy steps later, his birds nest of bronze hair disappeared around the end of the aisle. And Jessica began her work again, stacking books onto one of the massive shelves before her. I silently retreated from the aisle, not wanting to be caught having seen the two of them flirting. Though I'm not sure a fully fledged grope could be considered flirting; it was more like foreplay.

I made my way to the customer service desk, and told the girl there that I'd take over for now. Though it was probably the worst place to work in the store, it was probably the one thing that could help me take my mind off what I'd just witnessed.

Not that it was an uncommon occurrence.

I'd worked in the bookstore since the end of college, it was supposed to be a temporary job whilst I established myself as a writer. The truth was, I was now twenty three, and had written three best sellers, amongst other books, under a pen name. Yet, I was unable to quit my job, despite making enough money to happily do so.

And the reason why was simple; or at least, it should have been. The reason was my boss, Edward Cullen. The womanizing, proud, two years older than me, a million times more beautiful than me, Edward Cullen.

Not a day went by that he didn't grope the life out of an unsuspecting employee, or flirt outrageously with a customer - who almost always came back, again and again. And who almost always got slept with at some point.

But absolutely nobody cared about what Edward did. He was so attractive that there was a Facebook petition online suggesting that he should carry out more of his antics in the workplace.

Edward Cullen had slept with absolutely everyone in the store.

Well, except for me.

I saw the way he groped and flirted with the other girls: the blondes, the brunettes, the redheads. The way one after another walked through the doors on different days with goofy grins on their faces, and the same clothes on they'd had the night before. I'd heard the giggles in the bathroom about his 'lines' and his 'techniques'. There wasn't a single girl I worked with that hadn't been royally fucked by that man.

And yet, he'd never even tried to touch me.

Sometimes, I wondered why he'd even bothered to employ me, if he wasn't interested in my looks, or my body. There were only two other men working in the place, and they were both gay - together. Nothing bothered Edward's women-conquering domain. There was no competition.

Not that there would be if there were other males in the building. Edward was tall and well built; with a perfect face, and the sexiest head of hair I'd ever seen. He could be an absolute charmer, he smelt amazing, and I'd heard many times that he had a 'perfect' dick. Not that I would know much about that sort of thing. I wasn't a prude, but I wasn't a slut either.

Okay, I admit it, I'm a virgin.

A virgin with a stupid dream that maybe Edward Cullen will finally take notice of me, and decide to help me get rid of my virginal status.

Maybe I should just keep dreaming. Maybe I should just quit my job while I'm at it. I keep telling myself to, but then I go in to work and see his beautiful face, or his perfect arse, and I realise that there is no way I could quit. I've got the best scenery in Forks…no…best scenery in America…oh, who am I kidding? The best scenery in the world right here. Quitting would be ridiculous.

So I stay here, and work, and wish, and hope that someday Edward Cullen will realise that underneath the glasses, and the baggy clothes, that I, Bella Swan, am not as unattractive or as plain as everyone else seems to think.

Oh, and that I'm the author of his favourite books.

A/n: So, yeah. Review?