A/N: Hello everybody. Me (CindeBella) and Edward's Manda decided to write a story together, so we started talking about possible plots and this is what we came up with. We hope you enjoy it : )

Special thanks: To clairxdexlune. She's beta reading for us and she's AWESOME!


1: FIRST SIGHT

Isabella Swan

"Do you want another… come dite… drink?" Paolo, my hot Italian
model asked.

"No, I'm fine," I purred while playing with a piece of his gorgeous black hair.

"Ay, Bella, so bella. So beautiful." He murmured in my hair.

I saw my best friend, Rosalie Hale, wave me over. 'Bathroom' she mouthed. I nodded. "I gotta go freshen up, Paolo," I whispered seductively in his ear.

"Buon. Good," he said, squeezing my thigh before I got up. I walked slowly up to the bathroom. Rose would surely want to know all the details about this new guy.

"Bella, you lucked out HUGE!" she said as soon as I pushed through the swinging doors. "He is very hot! I wish I could say the same about my date, Mr. Eric Yorkie, the biggest pencil pusher to ever become a part of the banking system of Seattle."

She grinned when I started to giggle.

"Paolo certainly is a tasty treat, isn't he?" I continued when she nodded. "But there is nothing under that pretty hair. One minute we're talking in English, and the next he's speed-talking in Italian. The switch back and forth is giving me one massive headache… though the accent is adorable."

"Well, anyway, I think we should bounce. Jasper will be waiting." Jasper was Rosalie's twin. He'd wanted to come, but had been feeling under the weather. I nodded my assent. I took one glance at the mirror, and sighed.

My plain brown hair was hanging limply around my shoulders. Hadn't a guy once said it was beautiful? Maybe. My normal brown eyes looked flat and dull. Didn't somebody say they were like a deer's? Yeah, a deer in the headlights of an 18-wheeler.

What did Rosalie see in me? I was plain, when she was… not. Calling Rosalie plain would be a telltale sign to check you in a mental hospital. Tall, blonde, and statuesque, Rosalie had a body that suited the Greek goddess Aphrodite. Her brother was the male equivalent, Apollo. A brooding movie star. Yet, we were best friends and we all shared an apartment in downtown Seattle.

After giving Paolo the slip, I waited for Rose; she had to make an excuse for Eric. The poor guy looked heart broken.

"Poor, Eric, he looked crushed." I grinned. Rosalie was beautiful, but the smart dorky guys hit on her. Of course, the stupid gorgeous men hit on her too. Everyone did.

"The silly boy actually thought he had a chance." She shook her head.

Rosalie and I were always with a lot of boys. But don't take me wrong… We just liked to play with them. It's kind of a game; we make them fall for us and then dump them. Sometimes, when the guy is really hot we kiss, but that's all. We never get too far with any of them. In fact, we never even give our real names. Today was an exception, because I wasn't creative enough to come up with a cool pseudonym.

"Okay, it's early and I think we still have time to hit the C-Club. What do you think guys?" I asked cheerfully. I really wanted to party since I had gotten a great new job. I mean, being a secretary is never that fun, but they pay a lot and my new employer was the best law firm in the whole state. See? I did have a reason to celebrate.

"Bella, you're one of a kind, you know! But YES, count me in. What about you, dear brother?" Rosalie teased, since Jasper wasn't one for parties and all that.

"I think I'll pass. You girls take a taxi home because I don't want to play driver all night. Next time you drive your own car. Are we clear, Rosalie?" Rose and I just laughed at him. Sometimes Jasper acted like an old man. He was in serious need of a girl full of energy to cheer him up.

THE NEXT DAY...

"Why don't you try these on, Bella? They'll look great on you!" insisted Rosalie, handing me a low-cut top listlessly. She was somewhat depressed that morning; it seemed that she had met a cute, muscled, nice guy yesterday, but had said that her name was Anne and given him a fake phone number for some reason.

"No, Rose." I informed her for the hundredth time. "It won't look proper for my first day at work. I do want something that'll make me look attractive, but this top is definitely too much! I want to look beautiful and sophisticated, not like a tramp."

"Okay, okay. If you say so! Do as you wish." She finally gave up. "I've gotta go now. I bet Jasper is already there by now. Good luck with the Cullen's." She winked at me before she closed the door. I knew perfectly well what she meant by this; she would want to know all the details about the men in the company, especially the Cullen's.

I put my heels on as I watched Rosalie through the window. She was getting into her shiny, red convertible now.

I never understood how two people as different as us could have become best friends so quickly. It seemed like yesterday that Jasper and Rosalie Hale had come to live in the house next to mine. I still remembered when we first talked to each other… when we realized we were going to the same high school, then the same college… when we started to live together in Seattle. Yes, I had no reason to complain. My friends were truly the best ever.

Soon, I was at work, at the Cullen Law Firm. I was going to be the secretary for the Cullen siblings: Emmett, Alice and Edward. I'd heard a lot about the last one, Edward. It seemed that all the female population in the company was in love with him, though he never responded to their interest.

His kind was exactly what Rose and I preferred. We 'enjoyed' making tough guys fall in love with us. Like I said before… a game. Jasper kept saying that our problem was that we were afraid to commit, that someday we were going to find really cool guys and we wouldn't know how to act towards them. "No way" had been my answer to him.

I was walking to deliver some files to one of the clerks. I turned the corner and saw the most beautiful man my eyes had ever been blessed to see. He had bronze hair, skin as pale as my own albino skin, and clear, bright emerald eyes.

His eyes were… spectacular. There was no other word for it. They had a way of drawing secrets from deep down in your soul. They cut through me, reading me, leaving no rock unturned in me. The saying "eyes are the windows to the soul" held no weight here. His eyes were innocent, but you could tell they held secrets. These windows had heavy, thick curtains, obscuring his soul.

So while I was being dazzled by brilliant eyes, I didn't see where I was going. I walked right into the clear glass walls of one of the many conference rooms – and it hurt like a son of a gun. Why was the conference room walled in clear glass? What idiot created that?

"Ow!" I cried. I found myself crumpled on the floor.

"Let me help you." I felt strong hands grab my arms. When I turned to look at my savior, stars flashed in front of my eyes. Once they cleared, I saw the green eyes again. My hero was also my downfall. Go figure, I thought.

"Thank you," I stuttered. Once I got up, I was about to take a step, but fell back into his arms immediately. Was there a need for him to hold me so tight?

"Are you sure you can walk? You look kind of unsteady," he murmured.

"I'm fine. I fall, walk into things, and knock over stuff all the time. I'm a natural klutz. My friends always talk about how I'm able to walk across a flat, stable surface with no objects in my way and find myself tripping somehow…" I was babbling.

My head was telling my mouth to shut up, but it continued independently. I couldn't stop."...and I'm also pretty slow. That comes from years of shuffling to prevent myself from falling on my face. My dad calls me his turtle." I forced my mouth to stop, and bit my tongue for good measure.

The green-eyed man just looked at me like I was retarded, but I kept talking. "So who's the genius with the bright idea of clear walls? I mean, they are a hazard to society," I said, trying to hide my embarrassment. I could feel my cheeks turning unimaginable shades of red.

"I believe I would be that genius. Edward Cullen," he said as he put out his hand. My Gosh! I just babbled senselessly in front of my boss! And not only did I babble, I insulted him as well. I couldn't believe it! I had lasted less than 3 hours at the job without screwing up.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Did I say glass walls were stupid? I meant they were unstupid. Is that a word? Anyways…" I was babbling again.

"Its okay, my brother walks into the walls at least once a week. His little show is actually kind of funny. We'll start over. Hello, my name is Edward Cullen. May I have the privilege of knowing yours?" Dear Lord, he was such a gentleman.

"I'm Isabella Swan, but I prefer Bella. Isabella is kind of formal."

"Bella." He smiled. "It suits you." I couldn't help but smile too.

"Edward, we need you!" somebody shouted.

"Well then, I have to go. Nice to meet you, Bella."

"Bye, Mr. Cullen." I grinned as he walked away.

"Please, not Mr. Cullen. That's also much too formal. Edward, call me Edward," he shouted from across the office.

I hadn't realized that all the people in the vicinity were staring… and now they were gawking. I continued the rest of the day without any more accidents, but wherever I went, whispers followed. I guessed my incident with Edward had gotten around to the whole firm.

It was lunch time when Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory came to sit with me.

"Edward Cullen, THE Edward Cullen, was holding on to you! He never so much as looks at a girl in this place." Jessica pouted, unconsciously tugging at her already low blouse.

"He helped me up when I fell. No biggie," I said, for like the tenth time.

Lauren sneered. A few other girls had told me that she was a malicious and conniving person, and I couldn't wait to put her in her place. I left both gossiping girls and moved to sit with Angela Weber.

She was so nice and quiet, and hadn't asked even once about the whole Edward incident. But while sitting with her, I couldn't help but let my mind travel back to
those beautiful and perfect green eyes...

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