Hello again! Can't believe it's been almost 2 months since I completed Loved & Lost so last posted ...

Here's my new short story, Such a Tease ... As always, SM owns Twilight & Edward, not me ... pity ;)

"Come on for fuck's sake!" I whispered under my breath. How long does it take for the elevator to get to our floor! I'm on the thirty-forth, not the fifty-fifth!

I stood by the elevator door, tapping my foot impatiently. I was running late for lunch with my best friend, Rose. She was gonna bitch slap me if I wasn't with her in the next thirty minutes. Looking down at my watch again and back to the small screen with the number 48 on it, I huffed. Come on! I know its lunch time and the elevator would be busy but this is fucking ridiculous!

Crossing my arms over my chest, I turned to look out of the window directly opposite me. I could just make out my reflection. Pretty average looking woman in her twenties wearing a navy blue skirt suit with long brown hair. Looking beyond my reflection, the view of New York City was breathtaking; blue skies on this crisp winter day with tall, strong metal and glass structures that littered the skyline. It was the last working day before the Christmas holidays and that view made me smile. This was one of the things that drew me to New York five years ago. That and the kick ass job I was offered with New Moon Publishing and the fact Rose was also moving to be closer to her boyfriend, Emmett.

I fucking loved my job and I'd worked damn hard to be where I was today. I was one of New Moon's editors and as well as loving my job, I was good at it. Books had always fantasised me since I was young. I loved the world's you can emerge yourself in, wishing you were there instead of real life, yeah, books got me through some pretty shitty times, especially in my teen years.

Another reason I loved my job so much was the people I worked with, well most of them. They were a real mixed bunch of people. My boss, Jake was good because he pretty much left me to it unless we were in a meeting. His problem was he couldn't keep his hands to himself. A little too hands-on with the ladies for my liking, shall we say, especially as he was married with two kids. My co-worker and fellow editor Riley was the queen of all bitches but he had a heart of gold and would do anything for his friends. My assistant, Alice was a ball of energy who always managed to cheer me up even when I was being a grumpy ass bitch, especially on the early mornings and late nights of trying to hit my tight deadlines. She was a good friend too, even if she conveniently forgot to tell me she was fucking Jasper Whitlock from Design and had been for the past year. I knew she'd had her eye on him for a while but I was pissed when got to hear it from the office slut. Great.

The office slut. My insides clenched at the mere thought of him. Yeah, him. Edward Cullen. He's totally gorgeous, obviously... Tall, lean but muscular with constant just-fucked hair the strangest bronze colour. But it was his eyes that reeled in the ladies. Green, deep as the forest that reminded me of home. Oh and the cocky smirk that was always slapped across his pretty face. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. He started in our Design department who were situated on the thirty-second floor almost a year ago. I'll never forget the first day I met him.

Fuck me, I'm late! I marched through the reception of our building towards the elevator with my large Latte in hand. Even though I was late, there was no way I couldn't start my day without my caffeine fix. I stood there pushing the button repeatedly hoping the elevator would get there quicker. No such luck! As I looked up to see which floor the elevator was struck at, I caught sight of myself in the shiny surface of the elevator door. Oh my God! I looked a mess. My hair was wind-swept from my rush to get to the building from the subway. My cheeks were flushed red from the cold and my neck was blotchy. My shirt and jacket looked a crumpled mess and my skirt was askew; the back seam running along my right side. I turned quickly to run to the bathroom when I smashed into someone. My latte went flying to the floor covering both of us as well as the floor.

"Hey watch it-" I noticed this person's shoes. It's a man, "-buddy! No need to be that close!" Brushing the coffee from me using my hands which was highly unsuccessful, I lifted my eyes from my own skirt to look at the dick that cause this fuck-up and oh my ... he was stunning. The first thing I noticed was his green piercing eyes that were slightly crinkled at the corners. My eyes drifted down to take in his perfectly straight nose and strong, angular jaw line. But once my eyes fixed on his lips and I saw him smirking at me, I saw red. He may be stunning but no one laughs at Bella Swan, no one. Squaring my shoulders, I turned slightly to trash my now empty coffee cup before crossing my arms across my chest.

"You find something funny? Huh!" I saw the gorgeous stranger's eyes travelling down my body and back up to my head, blatantly checking me out.

"As I matter of fact, I do. You look like you've just been thoroughly fucked. Who's the lucky guy?" My jaw dropped open for a second before I could compose myself. Who the fuck does he think he is talking to me like that? I know I'm a mess but where does he get off telling me that!

"Excuse me?"

"I said..." He leaned in closer to me, "Who's the lucky guy?"

"I can't believe ... that you ... you ...you don't even know me ... I mean ...AH! Fuck you!"

He chuckled before stepping back, "Oh I'd like that ... a lot. I'm Edward Cullen." He pulled out his hand for me to shake it. "I just started at New Moon Publishing in Design a couple of weeks back. I haven't seen you around." His hand was still outstretched between us. I looked down at his hand and tightened my arms around my chest and quirked him an eyebrow. Yeah Cullen, so not happening.

He lowered his hand and chuckled again. I also didn't miss his eyes lingering at my chest. "Hmmmm I like you. And I really like a challenge." What. The. Fuck. We just stared at each other for what felt like hours but it much have only been seconds but the pull I felt towards this asshole was something else. I just wanted to grab that glorious sex-hair and pull his mouth down to my own. Then wrap my legs around his waist as I unbuckled his belt to un-tuck his-

My gutter thoughts were rudely interrupted by the janitor, "Miss? Sir? Can you just step to the side so I can clean this up? Don't want anyone hurting themselves do we?"

I swiftly turned on my heel and walked towards the stairs. I might not make thirty four floors but I'd have a fucking good go!

This story is already written so I will update weekly until it's complete. As always, thanks to my beta & bestie, SweetLovinCullen.

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