Penname: born2dance94
Derivative Twilight fanfic
Rating: T
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Prompt: Imagine being in this setting: what happens? (City setting) Describe the type of day your characters have. Write about it in third-person narrative.
Her alarm doesn't go off, and she knows immediately that today will be a shitty day.
She burns her coffee, and then burns her hands when she spills some on herself. Her shirt doesn't escape unscathed however; she has to go change her clothing as well.
She leaves her apartment late because, with everything going wrong, it would have been a miracle to have left on time.
She misses the first fifteen of her meeting, but doesn't miss the glare her boss shoots at her as she slides into her seat late. She realizes she'll have to deal with him later.
Her boss manages to get the potential clients to sign a deal, but still stares daggers at her as everyone walks out of the conference room.
As she's busy going through the stacks upon stacks of paperwork her assistant dropped on her desk this morning, her boss walks into her office. It's quite clear he's un happy; she'd venture to say he's downright furious.
"Bella. My office. Now," he snaps at her before turning on his heels and stomping away down the hall.
She hesitates for just a few seconds, terribly afraid that she's about to be fired, but eventually follows his lead and goes to his office.
He's leaning back in his leather wingback chair when she enters, hands folded behind his head. It's the kind of pose she's only seen villain attempt in the movies, and her fear spikes.
"Bella," he growls. "You almost cost us the deal this morning. That was a multimillion dollar contract. You're lucky they agreed to sign, or you'd have been out of here the second the meeting was over. Tardiness is not acceptable here. Do I make myself clear?"
Her face turns beet red and she has trouble looking him in the eye. "I'm so sorry. My alarm didn't go off and I had some trouble with my coffee maker…." She trails off as she noticed the apathetic stare her boss was giving her. She sighs. "And I know those still aren't excuses. Again, I'm really sorry. I swear it'll never happen again, Mr. Cullen—"
He cuts her off with a heavy sigh. "Bella, what have I said about you calling me that? Unless we're in front of other employees, please just call me by my first name."
"Okay. Sorry, Edward."
"It's okay," he responds, getting up from his desk to walk over to her. "I think I know the perfect way for you to make it up to me."
Edward walks the few feet to the door, locking it and jiggling the handle to make sure it won't open. This is Bella's favorite part— the thrill, the anticipation… the idea that at any moment, someone in the building across the street could look through their windows and catch them in the act.
"Now," he whispers, walking over to her, looking for all the world like a lion stalking its prey. He moves her hair over one shoulder and leans in against the other side of her neck, trailing the tip of his nose along the arch below her jaw. "Shall we pick up where we left off last night?"
This… thing— whatever it is— has been going on for a few months now, and as far as they know, everyone else at the company is none the wiser. They like it that way, and plan to keep it like that.
They haven't really put a definition to what they are; something between fuck-buddies and casual daters. They both want more, but neither has admitted it yet to the other.
But for now, they both take what they can get. Because something is better than nothing.