Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of Stepanie Meyer. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

I would also like to thank my lovely Beta, Lexy. I am always excited to get your email's with changes and comments. Now, we have a peeping Bella and true to her clumsy ways.

I feel like I should have much more to say, but I am short on words. Please enjoy and leave reviews. I will post Chapter 3 as soon as I can.

~ MaskedEmotion.

Bella caught herself frequently dosing off into a dreamland, a home to many fantasies, but today she seemed to be playing the same scene over and over...

Edward and her trapped in the elevator devouring each other in tantalizing sex, the added delight of him repeating her name over and over again had Bella shuffling her thighs together while still deep in thought and completely unaware of her surroundings. It was his accent, the well formed vowels that seemed to roll from his tongue in silk-smooth ribbons, not to mention his looks. Combined together, they more than did it for her.

"Bella?" Rose tapped her shoulder, creasing her brows with curiosity wondering why Bella wasn't responding to her. "Bella!" She tapped a little harder.

"Huh?" Bella shook her head, coming out of the trance to find Rose's beating fingers at her shoulder. She could feel her cheeks start to flush into a pinkish tinge and prayed that Rose wouldn't notice. She gazed down at her lap, noticing in shock as she watched her thighs rub together. Quickly placing her hands on her lap, Bella turned her head in Rose's way. "What did you need Rose?" she asked shakily.

Rose watched Bella carefully and chuckled, "Spill, Bella. I know that look." Rose scooted up on Bella's desk in her cubicle nudging her at the knee with her foot. "Who has you dazed and confused?" Bella could feel her cheeks glow a further red.

Bella lowered her voice, thankful that her cubicle was in the back and the desk next to her was empty. "A new guy." She started to fidget with her fingers feeling humiliated, "Well I think he's new. His name's Edward, and on a scale of 1-10, he's a 20." Rose picked up that Bella was slightly embarrassed, attempting to ease her by gently placing her hand on Bella's shoulder rubbing with her thumb. "There is nothing to fret about, Bella. He was hot and let me guess - you had naughty thoughts," she said, laughing since she couldn't hold back it back any longer. Bella scowled at her, smacking her leg. "Thanks, Rose. Don't you have some work to do?"

Rose slipped off the desk as she glanced up at the time. "I was going to go for lunch and thought maybe you wanted to come with me." Bella followed Rose's eyes, amazed at how fast the day was going. Pushing her keyboard slide in, she opened her bottom drawer and pulled out her bag. "I could go for some food, and maybe tell you about him," Bella said and laughed as Rose linked arms, both walking out the back entrance.

-o-

Edward was already agitated, this so called orientation was doing nothing but making him tired. The way the instructor was teaching was monotone and dry as ever. He rubbed his eyes for the millionth time drowning the instructor's voice out once again.

"That concludes today's introduction. You have all been assigned seats, and beside you will be a co-worker who will answer any further questions you have if you have any problems." The instructor sorted four binders across the front table with each person's name on it. "These will be your guides. Please come up and collect your respectable binders and I will show you to your seats. From there, you can go to lunch, and when you come back, you will start data entry."

About time, thought Edward. This orientation was going on longer than he had hoped. Eagerly, he rose from his seat striding up front to gather his binder watching as the three others did the same. "Well then," the instructor said, "follow me and I will show you to your desks." They followed him out of the room, down a hall, taking a couple corners until stopping at a door. "You must keep your access cards with you at all times. As you can see," gesturing to the pad on the wall, "you will need them to gain entrance into most of the rooms." The instructor swiped his card leading them inside towards the back of the room. He stopped at an empty desk. "Edward, this is your seat. If you need any help, Bella will be the person to ask." He looked at the empty seat, "it seems she must be on lunch. Anyway, you can set up your area as you wish." Edward nodded, placing his things upon the desk

He waited until everyone was gone before glancing over to the empty seat across from him. "Bella," he muttered low, looking over what she had placed for personal effects. No pictures, a bobble-head, very organized. Lazily, he pulled out his chair taking a seat, wiggling a little to get comfortable, noting that these chairs were horrendous. Edward twirled around as he sat taking in his new work surroundings.

He thought to himself, a desk in the back pushed into the corner with an unknown woman, not a bad thing. All he knew was her name - Bella. The desks were a U-shape, the computers sat in the corners, leaving tons of desk space, enough to have someone spread on top, possibly a shy, daydreaming woman. Grinning and pushing back with his feet, the chair came to a stop hitting the corner of the desk. Lolling his head back, his mind drifted to the morning and the timid woman from the elevator, already to have been occupying his thoughts.

Edward opened his fervent eyes to find the mystery elevator girl standing before him, wearing only his button up shirt that hung loosely just below her thighs. A groan escaped his mouth, the corners tugging into a wicked grin. Rubbing the palm of his hands against the chair armrests, he let his eyes wander over every inch of her body. Her feminine curves made his hard thick length twitch in his now taut jeans. Wetting his bottom lip, he straightened up in the chair. "You sweet delicious thing, get that fine arse over here." His hand patting the top of his right thigh.

Lift girl ambled forward with a sway to her hips that Edward couldn't help but stare at as each arc rocked side to side, losing himself in a trance. She slipped a leg between his, nudging them open with her knee. He willingly obliged. Leaning forward, each hand grasped around her voluminous hips noticing the absence of material. "Fuck me, woman. Are you bare under there?" She nodded, reaching up to undo the first four buttons showing that she was also missing a bra. A low growl came from Edward's throat knowing that the only thing between them was the now flimsy barrier of his shirt.

The urge to ravage her was agonizing. Edward wanted nothing more than to feel himself buried in her hot wet sex, feeling her swallow his thickness. He jerked her onto his lap, a leg spanning on either side of him. Her hands fell onto his shoulders for balance and support, sliding up the sides of his neck to tangle into the soft hair at his nape. She tugged his head back, her eyes afire with lust reflecting to his in return. "Mmmm, Edward," her voice purred, "you have delicious lips." Before he could respond, her mouth captured his into a zealous kiss, their lips moving like a well-rehearsed cordax dance - deep, rhythmic, erotic.

Edward gripped firmer at her waist gliding her leisurely down his lap until their hips locked together. Their lips parted, both gasping for air, his head tipped back as she trailed velvety tokens down his chiseled jaw line. Her delicate fingers skimmed down Edward's sides, curling into the fabric of his shirt, tugging it free from his jeans. Her movements rocking her hips down to rub against his throbbing erection, hands left her hips as she lifted his shirt over his head tossing to the side. A low groan slipping from his mouth with a hasty breath. Lift girl took this as incentive, returning her lips back to Edward's neck, she nipped and sucked, a small added swivel to her hips had Edward's hands back clinging to them, deepening the movement as he rotated his in the opposite direction. Soon both were moaning in unison, her wet hot lips trailing down his chest.

Her lips like fire against his skin, his head slumped forward, his hands sliding up her sides causing the shirt to rise, exposing her nude waist. The constant pivoting of her hips arousing them as the friction of his denim-covered hard length made her whimper against his chest, waves of pleasure gently tiding through her. His primal side on the edge and taking a deep breath Edward brushed his hands against her, gliding them palm down over her stomach, creeping slowly to grapple each well-rounded breast into his greedy hands and kneading them firmly. Edward took in the passion unfolding and brewing between them, groaning as her juices seeped through the fold of crisp white fabric that had tucked itself neatly between her delectable thighs.

"Fuck, you're so wet," his voice in a hush groan, clenching his fingers into the armrests. His breathing beginning to stagger as his chest elevated rapidly.

Bella said her goodbyes to Rose leaving her at her desk. The day slowly draining her mentally, she wanted it to be over. She wanted to be in the comfort of her own place, to be alone and able to play out her fantasy from this morning that had stuck with her throughout the day. Chewing on her lip, Bella started to space out, halting abruptly hearing a certain voice as she came around the corner to her desk, freezing in place. "I want that shirt off now," Edward growled lowly. Bella knew that voice, inching around the cubical wall, her eyes widened at the sight of him.

He was to be the one she was supposed to help. Her heart quickened, hammering against her chest, just the way she wanted him to leave her after he had his way with her. She remained quiet, curious to what... no, who he was daydreaming about. His body was tensed, breathing heavily and, taking a quick glance down to his crotch, hard as a rock. If only she could get a glimpse of what it was that had him in such a feral, masculine state. Desperately hoping it was her.

Rubbing her breasts harder, flicking his thumbs against her hard nipples, Edward watched her straighten up in his lap continuing to grind. Small petite fingers undid the last two buttons as hungry eyes watched, waiting to finally see her lavish bosom. Rolling her shoulders back, the dress shirt glided down her arms slumping to the ground. Wetting his lip, Edward inclined forward wrapping avid lips around swollen nubs, his tongue peppering over in teasing dashes, a Cheshire grin spread across his face as he listened to her whimper his name.

"Edward."

Bella was engrossed in watching him. He was perfect to her, well from what she knew so far. Slowly casting her eyes over him, she gasped softly covering her mouth as his hard erection twitched in his snug jeans. Her panties were whole-heartily ruined at that very moment. Trying to contain her arousal, Bella hushed herself, continuing to watch her new co-worker.

Slinking her hands between their locked hips, she managed to pop the button on his jeans. Her mouth lifting up in a smug smile, Edward could feel her jerk the zipper down. His body almost lost in madness with need, he hoisted his hips up as he felt the back of her fingers coil into the side of his jeans and boxers. Her fingernails scraping yearningly at his skin, jolting down enough of the garments to free his hard thick length. Without hesitation, her tiny, warm fingers wrapped as much of his thick cock as possible, lining it up to her wet entrance. She lowered down gradually, taking him in inch by inch, stretching her only for her walls to contract back around him in a perfectly tight vacuum, coveting her exactly where he needed too.

A low, raspy groan escaped Edward's parted mouth as his body tensed, his hips rocked up. "Fuck me," he muttered out breathlessly, "you're so fucking tight." Scraping blunt teeth over his lower lip, Bella was reminded of the situation before her as she felt her heart thud against her chest, losing her grip against the side of the cubicle, she fell over toppling towards the ground.

Reaching out for Edward's chair, she jerked it sideways falling into his lap. A small squeal squeaked from her parted lips. "Oh my." Her face turned tomato red as her eyes widen in shock, staring at Edward, completely horrified.

Edward snapped aghast from his daydream stunned to see a woman in his lap. "Hello, Beautiful," he grinned wryly, shuffling to get comfortable. Bella melted to his words, only to be forced into panic. Scrambling out of his lap, Bella flattened her knee length skirt still flabbergasted. "I'm so sorry." Her eyes darted around the room trying to compose herself returning her gaze back to Edward. "I am clumsy sometimes," her voice stuttered.

Edward chuckled, cocking his head to the side as a cheeky glimmer flashed over his eyes. "Were you watching me?"

Bella blinked sporadically after he called her out for her blatant perverse behavior. Slowly nodding, she muttered, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." She turned, slipped her coat off and hung it over her chair. Excited eyes glanced up to the ceiling as Edward muttered quietly, "Thank you, Lord." Finally picking up that his cubicle buddy was lift girl.

Bella pulled out her chair, pulling down her fitted blouse over her skirt wishing she could be invisible, sitting torpidly, keeping the back of her chair facing him. Pulling out her keyboard, Bella needed a distraction; typing in her password, she quickly sent Rose an e-mail.

~Rose, my new cubicle co-worker is the guy from the elevator, Edward~

She sent it just in time as Edward cleared his throat. "You must be Bella. Mr. Banner mentioned you would be the one to help me." He smirked, emphasizing on the word help. "Look, what happened just now. it's no big deal." His brows furrowed. "Please look at me," the concern evident in his voice. Bella inhaled deeply before turning her chair to face him, her face finally turning back to her milky pale shade.

He smiled genuinely, "That's much better." Bella's stomach fluttered, smiling in return and mentally cursing his infectious smile. "Let's put it behind us," she replied, the discomfort fading, relief washing over her. Trying to change the subject, her eyes wandered over his empty desk.

"First off, you will need supplies. Pens, pencils, stapler, pad of paper…." Edward cut her off, entertained with her rambling. "Do you think you can help me with that?" he asked politely.

"Of course." Bella stood, Edward following her lead. Gaining a little confidence, she sauntered past him, ensuring her arm brushed against his, a craving electric shock fusing through her body. She angled her head over her shoulder, her deep brown eyes locking onto his. "I just need to get the key to the supply room," she replied.

Edward stood slanting his head as Bella walked away, the small sway to her hips just as he imagined. Wetting his bottom lip, staring at her plump rear, a devilish grin formed on his face; the supply room, he thought, this should be interesting...