A/N: This is my second Twilight fanfic. I just want to take the time now to thank everyone who reviewed and added my story "Vampire Occasion" to their favorites, and added me as a favorite author and author alert. You guys keep me writing. Anyone who wants to read my other Twilight fanfic, just go to my profile. Thanks again to everyone! Onto the story!
Disclaimer: I own neither Twilight or the characters. If I did, I would be Stephenie Meyer. If I was Stephenie Meyer, I wouldn't waste my time on fanfics. ;D
Prologue: Paper Pusher
I couldn't understand it. As much as I prodded and pried with my brain, nothing made sense. What did I do to deserve this? My boss stood before me, annoyance written over all of his features. He looked utterly pissed, yet it only seemed to make him more beautiful. I, reckless little Bella, had the most gorgeous guy on the planet for a boss.
Problem? He was a stiff.
I could tell he had a body any model would kill for, even under his black business suit; gifted with a body even the Greek gods would be jealous of, and he wasted it on pushing papers around. My gorgeous, wasteful boss, Edward Cullen.
"Isabella?" his smooth, velvet voice echoed around my mind and I used the best of my ability to commit it to memory.
"Y-Yes?" I felt the blood rush to my cheeks in a rush. I couldn't even say one word to him without stammering and acting like a fool. My gaze stayed connected to the desk I was sitting at, refusing to meet his piercing gaze.
I could almost hear the incredulity and annoyance increase in his voice. "Did you not hear me?"
My blush increased until I knew even my neck had to be red now. "You...You said something?"
He let out a sigh. I risked a glance up at him and my heart started to splutter in my chest. He was running his long fingers through his bronze hair, making the mess even more untamed. His emerald gaze was completely filled with exasperation, but they still shone like jewels in the sunlight. His pale, chiseled features sent the heat on my face into overdrive and I was afraid I was a little smoldering pile of ash by now. If only his casual, elegant features didn't contradict his constant formal, businesslike personality.
"Yes, I said something. I asked you to hand me those forms at least five times by now."
My eyes widened in embarrassment before frantically searching the desk for his papers, his fixed gaze flustering me even more. I finally found them under my paper weight and quickly grabbed them before thrusting them towards him with my head down.
I felt the papers removed more my grasp and heard his soft sigh before the sound of his shoes returning down the hallway filled my ears.
I let out my own sigh before burying my face in my hands. To think, it was only my first day here. It felt like I had been here for a lifetime. I remembered what the interviewer—Angela, I believe was her name—told me, and felt my blood chill slightly
Nobody had lasted more than a week as Edward Cullen's assistant.
A/N: So, what do you think so far? Tis good? Or horridly bad? Reviews make me type faster. ;D