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I'm going to preface this chapter by saying let Bella have some fun without criticizing her, or me. Bella doesn't care … she's fulfilling a fantasy, so just go with it. It's her fantasy … and this is fan fiction after all.

As with all my other stories, I post on Saturday on The Writer's Coffee Shop (awesome site), Fiction Pad, and Fan Fiction.

As always, thanks to my beta, Cintia, who is with me for her third story and to a new member of our team, Kris, my task master! She keeps me in line.

Now … About a boy, a girl and a train.

CHAPTER 2:

After leaving the train, it takes Bella longer than usual to walk the short distance to her gallery. Her mind is obsessed with what has just happened on the train. While her adventurous side feels exhilarated and aroused, the sensible side knows she should be guarded and fearful, let alone violated. Never before has someone been so brazen to rub their erect cock against her. But, then again, on the other hand, it excited her.

She tries to shake off the entire thought process behind it and says out loud, "Only in New York."

Turning the corner, knowing she's nearing her gallery, Bella can't wait to share what happened with Alice; she won't believe it. As quickly as she picks up her pace, she just as quickly stops in her tracks. Looking down at the toes of her shoes, she realizes that if she tells anyone what happened, she will be admonished for not notifying the authorities. Given that Bella isn't certain whether it was intentional or not, she opts to keep it to herself. She's pretty sure that it was a one-time thing and won't happen again. Nodding her head in acceptance of her plan, she places one foot in front of the other, making her way to the gallery.

Bella pushes through the newly installed front doors and is pleased with the frosted panes. Once inside, she smiles when she sees the interior walls have been demolished, and the debris has been cleaned up, or at least a path has been cleaned up enough to walk safely to her office. This tells her that the interior walls will be erected soon.

"Hey, Bella," Alice calls from across the gallery. "Your office furniture arrived, and I have it arranged just as you wanted. The kitchen won't be finished until the end of the day, so I got you a coffee from the café across the street; it's on your desk." Alice continues with the status of the renovations while Bella slowly walks to her office. At least attempting to concentrate on her, Bella pretends to be listening, giving the occasional nod and required 'um hm', but there's really only one thing on her mind: the man on the train.

"So, did you have fun Saturday night?" Alice asks jubilantly.

"Yeah, it was okay," Bella replies, emptying the contents of her tote onto her new desk.

"I saw you dancing with the masseuse … what's his name? Stephen? I was surprised to see him there. Did you invite him?"

"No! Why would I invite him, Alice? He was there just like the rest of us, but it was fun dancing with him. Good Lord, he's handsome, isn't he?" Bella asks, glancing up with a smile on her face.

"Yes, he is. That tattoo is positively sinful."

Both girls are giggling when a young man knocks on the door holding a beautiful arrangement of spring flowers.

"Ms. Isabella Swan?" he asks. When Bella nods, he quickly walks into the room, placing the bouquet on her desk. While Alice signs for the flowers and tips the boy, Bella pulls the card from the holder and eagerly opens the small envelope.

Is it fate that I see you twice in one day?

Please have dinner with me.

Stephen Drogan

"Who are they from?" Alice asks, peering over Bella's shoulder to get a peek at the card.

"They're from Stephen," she answers, smelling the aromatic tiger lilies. "He wants to have dinner."

"Are you going to?"

"Alice, you know I can't. I've got my hands full here and with the Chicago gallery opening next weekend, I need to fly back there to attend. And with New York just starting construction, I don't have time to eat."

Bella nervously begins to put everything back into her tote that she has just emptied before the flowers arrived, inwardly asking herself why she emptied it to begin with. After she hangs the bag on the hook located on the back of her office door, she returns to her desk. As she anxiously moves the bouquet onto her credenza, she then returns to the door to retrieve her bag, where she proceeds to empty the contents back onto her desk. This does not go unnoticed by her friend.

"Bella, listen to me," Alice begins, placing her hands on her friend's shoulders. "Nowhere on that card does it say 'marry me'. He only wants to have dinner. Two hours — four max. You can spend four hours with that handsome man rather than sitting in bed, sorting through papers for one lousy night, can't you?"

"Alice —"

"Can you see yourself sitting across a table looking into that beautiful man's face? You don't have to sleep with him, just have some adult conversation, you know?"

"Alice —"

"And if, by chance, he wants to take you home and worship your body for an hour or two, what's an intense orgasm by a handsome man this time rather than a piece of silicone that has an on and off switch? He's a masseuse, for God's sake. I can only dream about what those hands can do! Flesh to flesh, Bella. Think about it!"

"Alice —"

"And what would it hurt if —"

"Alice! Stop! Please! All right, I'll go … I'll go," Bella says, holding her hands up in surrender, sitting down at her desk for the first time. Alice smiles in victory, looking at her smugly, she begins to go over Bella's busy schedule.

"We have lunch with Rosalie at The Blue Fin at one o'clock, then back here to go over the design of the gallery with the architect. That should take approximately two hours, then we need to go over your social calendar. You have been invited to several galas that would behoove you to attend, we'll go over them in detail."

After Alice goes down her to-do list with Bella, she looks up and finds that her boss is totally disinterested. She finds her squirming in her new desk chair. Alice looks at her questionably.

"What? I really like this chair!"

~.~

"TIME really wants you in South Africa, Edward. We can't keep saying no to them; you know how fickle they are," Jasper demands, pacing in front of his desk.

"They won't dump us, Jazz. I'm the best, and they know it. They're just playing hard ball, and you need to stop letting them intimidate you," Edward says, lying down on the couch. "I told you I need a break, and you will tell them that I'm not available until the end of April."

"Like when in April?" Jasper asks as he pulls his calendar up on his monitor.

"The twenty-eighth will be my first day back … mom," Edward jokes. "So nothing on the books until then, all right? I'm going to be working around the city a bit, and then I'm heading up north for a short road trip."

"You know, Edward, you really should think about showing those photos to someone. Your photojournalism is ranked the best in the country. I don't know why you don't show your candid photos as well. I've seen them, they're really, really good," Jasper says, complimenting his friend as well as his client. "You could show them under your pseudonym, Tony Masen. Everyone knows you as Edward Cullen."

Jasper has watched Edward's talent develop into a highly successful commodity. He also knows that his personal and candid photos are equally artistic.

"I do it for myself, not to show, but thanks for the kudos, Jazz."

Both men are startled when Emmett barrels through the door, slamming it shut behind him.

"Lunch?" he says, dropping into the large overstuffed chair opposite Edward.

"Sure," Jasper says, shutting down his computer.

"So, Jazz, did you hook up with your little one last night?" Emmett asks, reaching out for a handful of peanuts offered on the coffee table.

"Um …"

Emmett smacks his hands on his thighs with a barking laughter.

"What about you and that blonde bombshell, Em? She is truly a beautiful woman. She seemed to have taken a liking to you too," Edward teases.

"Yeah, she … um … she's different," he stammers his reply.

Edward sits up slowly, looking back and forth between his friends. His mouth drops open in astonishment.

"Oh, my fucking God! You both are smitten with them, aren't you?" he questions, still looking at them. He can't help but chuckle at how they've suddenly become shy little boys.

"Hey, Edward, you would be too if you had given that brunette a chance. She is one beauty herself," Emmett counters. "If you weren't so damned determined to stay single, you might find someone for yourself."

"Yeah, Edward. Do you know that Bella is Alice's boss and owns that new gallery that's opening up in here in Manhattan?" Jasper explains, sitting at the end of the couch.

"Bella?" Edward repeats the name.

"Yes, she's Isabella Swan of —"

"Swan Galleries," Edward interrupts, completing Jasper's sentence.

"Yes. Alice is her best friend and personal assistant, and Emmett? Your Rosalie is Bella's art broker."

"Yep. She owns Rosalie Hale Art Brokers," Emmett clarifies, sitting up. "Good grief. Alice works for Bella, who owns Swan Galleries, Rosalie is her broker, Edward is a photographer, and Jasper and I are fucking two of them." He throws himself back in his seat and laughs his guttural laugh that is genuinely Emmett's.

"Emmett, I am not fucking Alice, and do not ever talk about her in that respect again," Jasper says, jumping to Alice's defense. "Are you saying you didn't tap that Saturday night?" Emmett queries, his left eyebrow raised as high as he can get it.

"I didn't say that, I'm just saying you won't talk about her like that," Jasper counters, glaring at his friend. "She's a good girl, and the words 'Alice' and 'fuck' do not belong in the same sentence at all, especially from you."

"What about you, Edward? Why don't you get Alice to hook you up with Bella? We can have a lot of fun, the six of us," Emmett suggests getting up from his seat.

"I'm not interested," he says, laying his head back and closing his eyes. He can still smell her … feel her pressed up against him. He can also feel his cock react to those thoughts. He blinks his eyes open and he suddenly jumps up to stand alongside Emmett.

"Did someone say lunch? It's getting late, and I'm starving," he says, looking at his watch. "Good grief, it's two o'clock, no wonder I'm so hungry."

"Come on, let's do all-you-can-eat sushi at The Blue Fin," Jasper suggests, heading for the door with Emmett and Edward in tow.

Just as the three of them enter the restaurant they see Bella, Alice and Rosalie getting up from their table to leave. It doesn't take long before the two couples huddle together and start talking and laughing. Edward also notices Bella looking his way and just as quickly turns from the group, pretending to read something on her phone. Edward, not to be outdone, walks up to the pretty hostess and arranges for the three men to sit at the sushi bar. After ordering two large carafes of saké, he pours a cup for himself and waits patiently for his friends, totally ignoring the woman that makes his insides come alive.

Upon hearing Emmett's roaring laugh, he looks over his shoulder to find Bella looking at him again. Once their eyes make contact a second time, Bella quickly turns and walks out, leaving her friends behind. Watching her walk through the doors, his stomach falls and so does his head.

"Stupid fool," he says out loud to himself.

"Who's stupid?" a female voice asks. Edward looks up to see Alice standing next to him with Jasper.

"Hello, you must be Alice," he says, standing, offering his hand to greet her.

"Yes, and you're Edward Cullen, the famous photographer. It's an honor to meet you. Your work is amazing. When Jasper told me he was your agent, I couldn't wait to meet you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Alice. And you must be Rosalie," he says, turning to hold his hand out to her.

"Yes. It's pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cullen," she says, shaking his hand.

"I'm sorry we have to run, but I need to meet Bella at the gallery, Jasper. We have a schedule to keep," Alice says, then turns to Edward and Emmett, "she is so busy that even her dinnertime has to be scheduled.

"Yeah, if we can only get her to date once in a while," Rosalie says snidely wanting Bella and Edward to round out their little group.

"She doesn't date?" Edward asks, curiously.

"Oh, no. She won't date anyone. With five galleries, openings and showings, she won't take the time to slow down long enough to date anyone. As you can see, she has already left. When I get back to the gallery, she'll be ready for the next meeting. So, on that note, I had better go, Jasper," she says turning to him. Lifting on her toes, she reaches up and kisses his cheek. "Call me later?"

"You know I will," he replies, looking soulfully into her eyes.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Cullen," Alice says.

Edward didn't attempt to correct her by asking she call him Edward. He's addressed as Cullen more than Edward anyway, so he just left it.

"You as well, Alice. Rosalie, a pleasure," he says with a smile, turning back to his saké, waiting for his friends to say their goodbyes before ordering.

"Well, you guys seem to have found yourselves two nice girls. I hope it works out for you both," Edward says sincerely.

"What's up with you and Bella? You are typically all over that. What's going on?" Emmett asks, pouring himself a sake as well.

"Not interested."

~.~

"Give me fifty more," Emmett says as he does his chin-ups on the bar.

"I've already given you a hundred sit-ups, Em, let's move on to something else, shall we?" Edward walks over to the treadmill where he sets a walking pace and slowly turning that into an easy jog.

"Five miles," Emmett shouts across the room. Edward shakes his head at his friend and settles into a comfortable pace.

"So, you will never guess who called me to check out my prices," Em says, straining to do the last few chin ups.

"Okay, I'll bite. Who?"

"None other than Ms. Isabella Swan herself."

Edward is so startled by this information, he loses his rhythm on the machine and is literally thrown from it.

"What's the matter, big guy? She got you all twitterpated?" Em chuckles, wiping the sweat from his face.

"No, I just mis-stepped, that's all," Edward explains, feeling a blush rise past his cheeks.

"Oh, alrighty then. I thought maybe she might have gotten to you after all. I guess I was wrong."

"Emmett, you know I don't have time for a relationship, and by the sound of it, neither does she," he mumbles, getting back on the machine. "Besides, I tried the relationship thing, and all that got me was trouble. My work takes me all over the world, and I'm never home long enough to put the effort into a woman, and the one I did want, wound up getting married and pregnant … and not by me, smart ass." Edward thought he would clarify the parentage of Aria's child before he could make a mockery of it.

"That's okay. Once she found out you come to see me, she said she was going to call the other people on the list and will let me know," Emmett chuckles. "I wish I knew what you did to piss her off."

Getting back on the treadmill and to drown out Emmett, Edward puts his ear buds in his ears and selects Nickleback from his playlist. Setting his pace, and once he's in the zone, he allows his mind to go back to the train and how responsive she was … or perhaps, non-responsive would be more appropriate. At least, she didn't turn around and smack him. He noticed that when he slightly pressed his hard cock against her ass, she didn't respond … at all. That made him smile.

Me thinks that perhaps Ms. Swan is a closet deviant.

That thought makes him smile even bigger.

The following day, Edward decides to test this theory by riding the train again with Ms. Swan. After rushing to get dressed, he puts on the same scent that he wore the first day he saw her and stands back in the shadows until she arrives. Seeing her walk toward the subway entrance, she's dressed in a formfitting black skirt that wraps in the front, leaving a crossed opening at the bottom. It's his hope she wore it intentionally to give him quick and easy access. Scanning the length of her legs, his eyes settle on the animal print stilettos. Wanting to take the matching animal print scarf from around her neck to tie her hands, he plans on enjoying the skirt she's wearing today just to see how far she will let him go.

After he sees her head toward the stairs leading into the subway, he follows, hiding behind a group directly behind her. He notices that she's totally oblivious to what's going on around her, to her detriment and his benefit.

Once aboard the train, he spots her, again tucked into the corner where he angles into the space directly behind her. He smiles when he feels her become aware of his presence. Her head rises from her cell phone, and her body stiffens. He also hears her take a deep inhaling breath. It's apparent that she likes his cologne, because her eyes close as her chest slowly rises, then she just as slowly, exhales.

After he makes his presence known, Edward gently leans into her back, testing the waters. She doesn't move. Leaving his chest against her, he takes a small step forward, pressing his hips forward just to let her know what she does to him, letting her feel his fully erect cock.

Feeling a little adventurous of her own, Bella slightly tilts her hips back, just enough to press against him.

She smiles with approval when she hears his breath hitch.

With each stop, the train fills a little bit more, and just like it did two days ago, it fills to capacity. Edward is pleased by this. It can only mean that they will have their own secluded spot every day.

Edward lightly holds onto her waist, away from the prying eyes of the other passengers, again testing her reaction. When she doesn't move his hand away, he gently pulls her fully against his body, smoothing his open hand over her stomach.

"Fuck," he hisses against her ear. It was so low she barely hears him. But she did hear it, and her reaction is to lay her head against his chest.

Fully grinding his cock against her, she holds herself firm. The thrill of this moment doesn't go unnoticed by either of them. Their pulses have quickened, their breathing has become shallow, and Bella notices that she has a fine sheen of perspiration on her forehead.

"You are a naughty girl," he says, again whispering.

Never taking his hand from her body, he moves it across her flat stomach and down her thigh where he gathers the material of her skirt. Not wanting to frighten her, he gathers just enough to discover she's wearing thigh high stockings. Edward smiles when he feels the large band of lace surrounding her slim thigh.

"Oh, dear God," he says, his breath shuddering with each word.

When she turns her head to speak, he stops her.

"Don't speak. I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer with either a nod or a shake of your head. Do you understand?" he says, his lips move in a whisper against her. Her body shivers when he runs his tongue along the shell of her ear.

She nods in understanding.

"Does this excite you?" he whispers next to her neck.

She nods again.

"Are you frightened?"

Again, she nods.

"You do not need to fear me. I have no intention of hurting you, of that I give you my word. Do you believe me?"

When Bella doesn't respond, Edward removes his fingers from inside the lace bands of her stockings and returns his hand to her waist. He feels her body slump when he pulls himself away from her.

"You're just as aroused as I am, aren't you?"

She nods, slightly.

"Do you want more?"

Bella is torn on how to answer. Sensing her reluctance, Edward prepares to present his plan.

"If you wish to continue, here are the rules. Never look over your shoulder to see me. That action will be your safe word. The moment you look at me, who see who I am, this will end, and you will never see me again. Agreed?"

Feeling safe with these rules, Bella nods.

"In return, you have my word that I will never hurt you. I will not frighten you. It's important to me that you believe that. I can't have you thinking I will harm you. This will continue at your pace, and only as long as you wish it. Do you understand?"

She nods in agreement.

As soon as she nods, the train stops, and he holds her tight against him. Lowering his nose to her neck, he inhales her scent. As soon as his lungs are full, he releases his breath and her.

"Please, don't look back."

~.~

"Please don't look back … don't look back … don't look," Bella repeats his words over and over. Once she turns the corner, she lets out the breath she's been holding since she got off the train, willing herself not to look. As soon as she knows she's out of range, Bella leans back against the nearest wall for support.

Laying her head against the hard surface, she closes her eyes and breathes deeply, remembering his scent … the feel of him against her … the sexiness of his whisper and the sincerity behind his words.

"What the fuck are you doing, Bella?" she scolds herself, pushing off the wall.

All the way to the gallery, she runs the entire scene through her mind, wondering how an utter stranger can make her feel so alive and desirable. As soon as she arrives, she rushes through to her office, where she shuts and locks the door in an attempt to keep Alice at bay.

Dropping her bag on the floor, Bella paces her office in an attempt to sort out exactly what happened on that train. Reaching her desk, she grips the edge and drops her head between her shoulders. She even throws in a shake here and there in admonishment of herself.

"What the fuck was that? Who is he? Why do I react to him this way?" She runs her hands through her hair in total shock and dismay at her own reaction to this stranger.

Bella jumps away from her desk when Alice knocks on her door.

"Bella, it's Alice, are you ready to meet with the interior designers? They're in the conference room, all right?"

"Okay, Alice, I'll be right there," Bella shouts back. After she drinks a small bottle of water to wet her dry mouth, she heads toward the conference room.

Two hours later, Bella and Alice narrow down the color design of the gallery. Not able to decide on a base color, it was decided that a light warm sepia will be used in the smaller display room, with a brighter beige in another. The larger main gallery will be a bright white.

"Do you have enough display podiums and anchors, Alice?" Bella asks, rummaging through the art placement design.

"Yes. I have plenty of all height and sizes and enough wall anchors and hangars …"

"Bella?"

"Bella."

Bella suddenly feels a hand on her shoulder, and she jumps at the contact, swinging her head in Alice's direction.

"What?" she responds, startled out of her private thoughts.

"What is wrong with you, Bella? You've been quiet all day. You barely had any input in today's meeting, and that is totally not like you. So, what's going on?"

"Nothing. Nothing that I can talk about anyway."

"Oh, hell no!" Alice barks out. "You are not going to say something like that and not tell me what is going on."

"That's right, Alice. I'm not going to tell you. Don't ask, because I'm not going to tell." Bella smiles at her friend, grabs her bag and heads for the door.

"I'll be back in about twenty minutes," she yells over her shoulder.

~.~

Turning the opposite direction from which Bella disappears, Edward takes a stroll through a local park known for its botanicals. Sitting on an iron bench, he removes his backpack containing his digital camera. He has always thought digital is the way to go when taking pictures of flora. When he spies a single lavender rose, for an indescribable reason, he thought of her. The unusual lavender color … the beauty … the way the petals are ready to open.

After taking a dozen pictures of the same flower, he continues to wonder through the gardens where he spies an elderly couple sitting on a bench. The two are huddled with their heads touching, looking down at their joined hands. The way their lips move, Edward envisions them speaking of their mutual love for one another. It is then he begins snapping candid pictures of the pair. Smiling when they look into each other's eyes, they give one another a brief kiss. Edward captures the moment on film, especially the blush on the woman's cheeks.

After spending several hours in the park, and walking the surrounding area, he heads over to a café for a cup of coffee and a muffin to hold him over until lunch. While he's scanning through the pictures on his camera, mentally storing the images he will keep, he looks up only to see her in the crosswalk, heading toward the café.

As if by instinct, he raises his camera to his eye and begins snapping pictures of her. Dozens and dozens of pictures.

When he sees that she's about to enter the café, he returns to perusing the pictures he just took, keeping her in his line of vision as she walks up to the counter.

"Well, hello, Ms. Swan … the usual?"

"Yes, Jay, thank you."

As Bella waits for her order, she glances around the room and spies Edward sitting at a small table next to the window. The two briefly make eye contact, but neither acknowledges their existence. At this point, Edward is curious as to why this woman has no interest in him, but then he reminds himself that, in reality, she does, only she doesn't know it. Yet.

As soon as Bella has her coffee in hand, she turns to leave and glances over at Edward once more, their eyes meeting again. Not saying a word, they both hold that contact until she exits through the door.

Edward immediately raises the camera to his eye and begins snapping more images of her as she walks across the street.

"See you in the morning, baby."

A/N: I want to thank you all for your response to the last chapter. I love hearing from you. So a little train sex? How long do you think Edward can hide before Bella discovers who her stranger is? Till next time …

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