A/N: I don't know why I'm calling it Pas De Cheval, I just really enjoy that song. Enjoy!
EPOV:
I grab my suitcase from the luggage train, my boss's words ringing through my head. "Edward, you just got to take a break, two months, I mean it." So for my two month vacation to get over my best friend's death I'm going to Hawaii. My driver takes me to the five-star hotel that was recommended by many of my colleagues and patients.
"Thank you." I tip the driver and grab my belongings. The interior is beautiful, but not be compared to the girl working at the check in desk.
"Hello?" I ask. She looks up from a typed document. She quickly deposits the material in the purse next to her swivel chair.
"Sorry sir, do you have reservations?" she tucks her hair behind an ear, scanning the computer on her clean desk.
"Yes, it should be under Dr. Cullen." I smile at the brunette, as she looks back at me. She is even more beautiful up close.
"One moment please," She tells me in monotone pushing to a cabinet labeled "Reservations". She tears through alphabetized folders, whispering my last name. "Dr. Edward Cullen?" she pulls a presentation folder out.
"Yes." I nod.
"Here is your key card and information about the hotel, my name is Bella if you need any help. Enjoy your experience." She passes me the thick folder, falling backwards while doing so. I quickly run behind and help her up.
"You okay?" I look at her with full attention.
"Just fine, thank you Dr. Cullen," She sits up, puts her hand on her forehead.
"Hold on." I open my medical bag I always have and get my hand flashlight.
"Look here, and here," I go through the procedure I've done numerous times but not to such a brilliant creature. "Just fine, take some Tylenol and you will be fine." I take her hand and help her up, she wobbles some.
"Maybe, I should check with you around dinner to make sure you're okay." I flirt.
"Is that a date, Edward?" she bats her long eyelashes.
"Yes, what time?" I grin at our conversations turn.
"I get off at 5:30, can you do six?" she smiles.
"Yes, I will see you then, thanks for your help." I grab my suitcases and go to the elevator. God, she was beautiful. God, I was lucky. God, I need to shower. I look at myself in my room's mirror, a bit on the rough side. I sigh and unpack my showering needs.
Author's note: Thanks for reading; I hope you enjoy my little story. Please rate and review, I will answer every review. Coming up next: Bella's POV on the meeting.