This was originally a short story for my English class.
But, I've decided to expand it, and I thought it could apply to a Bella and Edward story.
Enjoy! XD
The hotel worker was annoyingly snapping her gum, texting on her phone whilst she was supposed to be working. She typed deftly with her obnoxious French manicured nails, which accented her orange tan perfectly. Fake blond hair spouted from her head.
Edward sighed. Could this girl get any more fake? He liked his girls to have a natural beauty, but that was very scarce out here in California.
Why did he live in this town again?
Oh yeah, because it had the best paying detective service. The one that he worked at. The one that his father owned.
He rang the little bell sitting atop the check-in desk.
The plastic overcooked Barbie didn't even look up from her phone.
He cleared his throat. Still no response.
Finally, he spoke up, "Excuse me ma'am."
She finally looked up. And unfortunately, liked what she saw.
A twisted smile came on her face, and she positioned her body so that Edward had a clear shot to see what her apparent lack of decent clothing was revealing. Her blue eyes might have been beautiful, had she not applied a thick layer of black all around her eye.
Edward was disgusted, but he did his best to try and not vomit right there on the spot.
"How can I help you?" the woman said in a nasal voice that she probably meant to be seductive.
It was quite clear to Edward the double meaning in the woman's voice. Well, if you could call this indecent creature a woman.
Edward flashed his badge. "Edward Cullen," he said, "Private Detective. I'm here to investigate a case that occurred in room 314."
The floozy's eyes widened at the badge, and another sickening grin came across her face.
"You mean," she started in that nasal voice again, "you own the Cullen Detective agency?" She fluttered her also fake eyelashes.
Edward winced, hopefully not so that she could see.
"No," he replied, "that's my father. I simply work for him. Could you please direct me to 314," he searched for a nametag on the woman's skimpy shirt, without trying to seem indecent, "Lauren?"
"I admire working men that don't have to work but choose to anyway." Lauren continued, completely avoiding sending Edward away.
Lauren's manicured hand snaked across the check-out desk, trying to grasp Edward's.
Edward has immediately pulled his hand away. He had had enough of this check-in girl's promiscuous ways.
"Miss, please direct me to room 314 or I'm afraid I'm going to find your manager and report your indecent behavior," Edward said the most polite voice he could muster, his teeth clenched.
Lauren's face fell, and her annoyed expression returned to her face.
"Take the elevator to floor three, second room to the left," she replied while popping her gum again. Edward noticeably winced this time.
"Thank you," he said, while keeping his eyes closed and clutching his briefcase very tightly to himself.
He followed Lauren's instructions and walked to the elevator.
As the doors were closing, Edward heard a woman's voice call out to him.
"Stop!" the voice pleaded, "Please hold the door!"
Edward did as he was told, partly because he was being polite, and partly because the voice had him enamored, and he wanted to see the owner of this angelic voice.
A pale woman with chocolaty brown hair stumbled into the elevator. She was dressed in a plain t-shirt with a pair of fitted blue jeans. Even in such a simple outfit, she took Edward's breath away.
"Thanks," she said breathlessly and looked up at Edward, meeting his gaze.
She had deep, mesmerizing brown eyes that Edward got lost in.
He could not find his voice to answer her until he mentally slapped himself.
"It's no problem at all," he replied and smiled.
The woman smiled back, blushing a delightful shade of pink.
She then looked at her shoes, avoiding Edward's gaze.
Edward couldn't think of anything to say. He just continued to stare at the woman.
She was holding a small, beat up duffel bag, filled with something. What was it filled with? Why was she out of breath?
He wanted to know this woman's name, but he didn't want to come off as an overly smooth business man, which he probably looked like.
Suddenly, the elevator came to a stop at level two, all too soon.
"Well, thanks for holding the door," the mysterious woman said as she bolted out of the elevator before Edward could say anything.
As the metallic doors shut, Edward ran a hand through his hair and let out a big breath that he had been holding.
That woman's simple beauty had just taken his breath away, and he wasn't sure if he would ever see her again.
He completely forgot about his case until the elevator let out a little 'ding!' and it opened to floor three.
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