Bella was heartbroken and just trying to shake her pesky Ex from her system. When Tinder matched her she had no clue what she was in for. She thought she was in for something simple, quick and over after 24 hours. The man she has been matched with is secretive, reticent and everything wrong for her. She couldn't want him more. Rated M, EXB, canon.

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CHAPTER ONE

As I press the button in the elevator I try to avoid talking myself out of this. I'd never ever done anything like this before. But when my best friend set up the account for me I couldn't help but be curious in the hours after she had left. I had made a match. I had done her best to flirt suggestively. I had succeeded.

Normally I wouldn't accept a booty call so late at night. But my broken heart was just mending after discovering my boyfriend had cheated. Mike had begged me to forgive him, but I couldn't even look at him let along accept an apology.

I needed a rebound and stat. So my best friend, Rosalie, had set up my tinder within minutes.

Bella Swan, 24.

Rose had added in our Seattle location with a caption that made me blush.

But it had all worked.

The guy I had been matched with was beautiful. He was 26. Copper hair, a gorgeous crooked grin and a pair of sunglasses shielding what could only be smouldering eyes.

I wanted this to go well. His description mentioned he was a doctor, so going the extra mile I took out last year's Halloween costume. Can't go wrong with a sexy nurse, right? I wanted to impress. I wanted to be the best booty call ever! This wasn't a game I would usually play, so I wanted to play well. In case I didn't get another chance at this.

A push-up bra, fishnet tights, black high heels and a trench coat later I was ready and rearing. Prepared for my first ever booty call. Hopefully, sex more mind-blowing than Mike's shit dick could give.

His apartment was on the top floor. We'd traded sexy messages back and forth until he finally sent his address.

When I reached number 901 she let out a breath carefully. I combed my fingers through my hair and fixed my cleavage under my coat. Plastering a sinister smile on my face I knocked.

Sexy Bella, on!

"Please be the guy in the photo," I whispered to myself.

The door swung open presenting the god I'd swiped right for. The auburn hair screamed freshly fucked, the smouldering green eyes did too. Only he hadn't, I hope. He was about to if I had anything to do with it. He towered over me, shirtless displaying a perfectly toned chest as a welcome I didn't know I needed in my life.

"Edward?" I asked.

"Isabella, please come on inside," he smirked.

He looked better than it did on my phone. He looked too sexy to be real.

Mike fucking who?

"You can just call me Bella," I smiled stepping into his warm apartment.

It was grand. Spacious with dark furnishing, floors wooden and ceilings high. The floor to ceiling windows overlooked the busy streets as rain trickled down outside. The TV was playing the last of an action movie. He had a glass of wine, one already half full while the other clearly waited for me on the coffee table.

"I have a confession," I smile up at him.

"Oh. Sure," he said closing the door behind me.

"I've never done this before. I don't know why I feel the need to tell you that. I guess if you had some other chick last night you can prepare for disappointment?" I shrugged.

"Me too actually," he laughed sincerely melting bones, blood and organs inside of me.

How can I get him to do that again?

"Oh great," I say placing my bag down.

"I actually just made an account this morning. I thought what the hey," he shrugged, "I thought it might be fun. So far I'm not regretting my decision."

"Oh," I bit my lip grinning, "I'm glad you haven't been left disappointed."

"I certainly haven't been," he chuckled placing a hand on the small of my back.

He guided me to the spacious U shape lounge in the centre of the room. His kitchen lurked in the dark corner at the other edge of the apartment. It was a castle shoved inside a skyscraper.

"Your place is huge," I say.

"It gets a little lonely," he shrugged, "wine?"

"Please," I nodded.

He pours me my glass before handing me the cup of liquid courage.

"So your profile said you're a doctor?" I ask.

"Oh. That was my brother's dumb idea of a joke. He said it would attract girls if they knew I was smart or something. But yes. I'm a surgeon. He actually made me swipe right on your picture. Jasper and Emmett had this plan in the works for weeks I suspect. They don't think I date enough. They thought this was the next best thing. I hate to say they were right," he smiled.

"That's all a relief," I murmured.

"Why? Did you just come here for surgery?" he raised an eyebrow smirking.

"Oh. I'll umm. I'll show you later," I winked like a fool.

He seemed amused. His hand lazily drew patterns on my exposed legs. Each stroke left behind a tingle that shot straight to a much more sensitive area.

"What do you do, Bella?" he asked me smiling.

I wanted to hear how my name would sound in his moaning and breathless voice.

"I'm a vet," I smirk, "basically your job but with puppies."

"And less crazy people," he chuckled.

"We get cat ladies," I laugh.

"My mother is obsessed with cats," he rolled his eyes, "she has two and it's as if she's used them to fill the void of her kids leaving. They're literally assholes."

"Most cats are," I giggled, "I had one bite me today and I didn't even touch it. My hand was just placed in front of it as I was chatting with his owner and chomp!"

"Maybe you looked tasty?" he offered.

"I haven't really tried? Maybe I could find a volunteer to try and let me know?" I smile sipping my wine.

"Is that an offer?" he chuckled.

I almost spat my wine back up. Fuck yes it was. I had to play this cooler.

"Oh, Edward. You're not really into that kind of thing are you?" I teased.

"I can be into anything you want me to be, Bella," he smirked.

I noticed his hand had trailed a path much higher on my thigh.

"Do you bring work home with you?" I asked bravely.

"What do you mean? Do I start performing open heart surgery on my tinder dates?" he laughed.

"Yeah," I smile placing my wine on his coffee table in front of his lounge.

"I can't say I do," he watched me like a hawk.

He was waiting for the queue. The one that said 'go, boy.'

"I feel stupid now," I pouted.

Rosalie would be so proud of me. She would be cheering somewhere in the bleachers I was sure of it.

"Well, I thought I would get into the medical spirit. I had an old' Halloween costume just sitting there. I was about to chuck it but I thought maybe I could reuse it. Maybe some sexy doctor would see my tinder profile," I shrug.

"What is under that?" he asked pointing at my coat.

"Take me to your bedroom and you might find out," I smile.

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