A/N: So, to the people who read and reviewed, the feeling I got was to continue this story and here is chapter 2! Woo, updated quick, no?
Disclamer: I do not own Twilight
"The supreme object of life is to live. Few people live. It is true life only to realize one's own perfection, to make one's every dream a reality." – Oscar Wilde
Chapter 2
After a long, hard day at work, Bella Swan is relaxing, taking a bubble bath. She is in a large, antique marble tub. The kind of tub with gold feet, the ones that look like animal paws, and a golden spout.
The room was a pinkish red with a white molding, reminding her of Valentine's Day.
She is lounging in the tub, her whole body covered by perfect bubbles, except her shoulders and knees.
Her head is leaning back on the tub's rim, her eyes are shut, and she is listening to her favorite CD, Sara Bareilles, playing softly in the background.
She hears the door knob turn, and the lock click, but she isn't worried. She keeps her eyes shut, but they snap open when she hears a male gasp.
She looks at the door and sees the gorgeous man from her dream the night before standing in the doorway, flabbergasted.
"Hi," she says, closing her eyes again, settling back into the bubbles.
"Uh, sorry for, uh, interrupting," she cracked her left eye open and looked at the bronze haired man raking his hand through his hair, "I…sorry."
"It's okay," she smiled, "I trust you won't try anything."
"No, I would never,"
"If you did I would have to karate chop you between the legs." She smiled wider.
He looked at her, his eyes wide, "Karate chop? You know martial arts?"
"No, well, I didn't but who knows? This is a dream. Anything can happen. One day I am a helpless damsel in distress who can't change a flat tire and the next I am a black belt. These things happen."
His eyes relaxed, a smile played across his features, "You are funny."
"You have to keep track of your wits when you are naked, covered only by a thin layer of bubbles, with a gorgeous man."
"Gorgeous man? Where?" He looked around, smiling, she knew that he was being sarcastic.
"Don't be fresh," she said, waving her index finger back and fourth.
"And the belle has claws!" He gasped dramatically.
She laughed, "You know, you are pretty funny as well. Very quick."
He smiled and disappeared.
Bella woke up slowly, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she rolled onto her was gone from the spot next to her, but she heard the morning news coming from the living room and she could smell bacon.
She found the black button up shirt Tyler was wearing last night and she slipped it on, sniffing the sleeve, loving his scent.
Bella walked into the master bath and looked in the mirror.
She scrunched her hair and tilted her head, examining the bruise that had formed on her neck from Tyler's kisses.
She fluffed her hair over her ears and shoulders, and brushed her teeth.
Glancing at her jet tub, she remembered the bizarre dream with the gorgeous man.
Strange, she thought, that I have dreamed of him again…
As she thought about the situation a lump of guilt started to form in her throat.
I shouldn't be dreaming of another man! I love Tyler! I should be dreaming of him! She stared at herself in the mirror, wearing nothing but Tyler's shirt from last night, feeling guilty as hell.
She felt his arm snake around her waist, and his mouth kissing her cheek, "Good morning beautiful," he said between kisses, "I made us breakfast."
She turned in his arms and wrapped her own around his neck, stood on her tiptoes and gave him a long romantic kiss.
"Thank you, what'd you make?" She said, pulling Tyler by the hand out into the living room.
"Bacon, omelets, and I went down to the store across the street this morning and got some fresh pineapple."
Bella's stomach growled, "Mmmmm, why are you so good to me?"
He nuzzled her neck, "Because I love you."
Bella sat down on a bar stool and Tyler got her a plate loaded up with two strips of bacon, a ham and cheese omelet, and a bowl of cut up pineapple. He handed her a cup of coffee, made just the way she likes it.
He made himself a plate and sat next to her.
They ate in silence, both enjoying the delicious food.
Bella cleared the bar and washed the dishes, putting them back into the cupboards.
Tyler kept some of his clothes at her apartment for times like these, so he went into her closest and came out wearing work out clothes.
"I'm going to go to the stadium, we have midmorning workout today," He wrapped one arm around her waist and crushed his lips to hers, "have a good day beautiful. Oh! I ran down to Trinity Bar earlier and I picked up the MDX, thought you wouldn't want to do that." He smiled.
"Thank you Tyler, have fun with they boys!"
He put a Red Sox cap on his head and walked out the door.
Bella finished doing the dishes and stripped off Tyler's shirt as she made her way back to the bathroom.
She turned on the shower, steam filling the room immediately.
When she was done, she wrapped herself in a white towel and walked to her closet. She stood at the door gazing at the shelves of clothes and rows of shoes.
She picked out her favorite Nordstrom dress. It was black, with a v-neck cut, long sleeves, and reached just above her knees.
Bella slipped into white heels and clasped pearls around her neck.
She went to the parking garage and found her Acura, right were Tyler said it would be. She drove to her high rise and said hello to Linda the receptionist.
When she stepped out of her elevator on level 15, Kelsey was waiting for her, a clipboard in hand.
"Good morning Miss Swan,"
"Bella," she corrected.
"Bella," Kelsey flushed, "I put the first drafts of the top five books you ranked on the list yesterday on your desk."
"Thank you Kelsey, I appreciate it." Bella walked directly to Alice's office.
"Alice,"
Alice gasped, "Bella! Jeez you scared the crap out of me!" Alice was lounging on her leather couch reading something.
"So, guess what?"
Alice put her papers down and tilted her eyebrow, "What?"
"I had another dream."
She squealed, "About the same hunk?"
"Yeah,"
Alice got up and shut her door, "Did he profess his love for you?"
"No, but it was weird."
"What happened?"
"I was in a bathtub."
"Naked?"
"Naked. I was just sitting there, he walks in,"
Alice interrupted, "He walked in?! As in walked into the bathroom while you are butt naked in a bathtub?"
"Yeah,"
"Oh my good lordy,""Anyway, we just talked. The whole time. He stood there all embarrassed, talking to me, I laid there, talking to him, not embarrassed at all, and then POOF, he was gone. And then I woke up."
"Weird. This has to mean something…"
"No, what is weird is that I never have dreams. Never. And If I do, I usually can't remember them. But these, I have had these two days in a row and I can remember every single detail."
"Hmm…" Alice pondered.
"And I feel extremely guilty for having these dreams about this gorgeous guy, who I don't even know, and I have never had a dream about Tyler and I. I love Tyler. I should be having dreams about him! Not this other guy!"
"Bella, you are being ridiculous. I think you have nothing to worry about because these are just silly dreams. They aren't real. It isn't like you are cheating on Tyler."
"Yeah, I guess you are right…"
"Of course I'm right."
Bella sighed, standing up, "Okay, well I am going to my office because I have a pile of first drafts I have to edit."
"Okey dokey, I'll see ya for lunch?"
"Yep," Bella said, walking out the door and into her office.
She put her purse on the floor next to her rolling chair and dropped into it.
She looked at the first draft on the top of the pile, Flying with the Eagles, by some unknown author. The company decided it was easier to edit works if you didn't know who wrote it.
Little do they know it is just as hard, she thought.
She read the first sentence and was hooked.
Two hours later Alice appeared in Bella's doorway, "Bells? You ready for lunch?"
Bella looked up from the transcript, "Um, sorry Alice, but this is so good, I don't know if I want to stop reading it."
Alice laughed, "Okay, if you ever decided to come out of your reading coma I will have a sandwich in my fridge for you to eat."
"Okay, thanks 'dah-ling'," Bella said with an accent.
"I'll be back soon with that sandwich," Alice said as she disappeared down the hallway.
Bella read two more chapters but when there was no more left to read, she was on the edge of a cliff, hanging by her fingertips, craving more to read.
She could barely stand not knowing what happened to the smart lacrosse player, who he ended up falling for, is it going to be the rich girl or the lonely girl? Bella thought and what about all of his friends? What will they do once senior year is over?
Bella had fallen in love with every one of his characters, and she could barely wait for the next chapters and the end of the book.
"Kelsey?" She said, emerging from her office, glancing around the office space for the intern.
"Yes Miss – I mean Bella?"
"Uh, the first transcript on my desk, it just ends with chapter 15. Did you get the whole story? Are there a few chapters missing?"
"Yes, I meant to write this on a sticky note, sorry I forgot, but the author said that the work is still in progress, and he will be finishing the final chapters soon."
"Oh, okay, thank you Kelsey. Would you please give me the author's information so I can send him the edited transcript?"
"I can do that if you like Bella," Kelsey said.
"Okay, I want to make a few more notes and then you can send it."
"Sounds good Bella."
"Thank you Kelsey," Bella walked back to her office and laid Flying with the Eagles aside and picked up the second first draft. Whoever wrote this book has now written my favorite book so far this year. This guy is going to be the next Stephanie Meyer, she thought.
Bella stayed late that night, reading and marking up the five transcripts she had requested.
It was early morning when Bella finally finished reading all of the drafts, she left the office and greeted the night guard on her way out.
"Working late Miss Swan?" He asked, lounging where Linda, the receptionist, usually sat.
Bella laughed, "Yep, had any disturbances lately Jack?"
He laughed this time, "No, pretty quiet in these neck of the woods,"
"Good, nice to see you Jack," Bella said, walking to her Acura.
"Drive safe Miss Swan," Jack waved as the door clicked shut behind her.
When she arrived at her apartment she found Tyler asleep, in her bed.
She stripped off her heels and dress, and slipped into some boxer shorts and a camisole.
She was dreaming almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Bella was driving through a small town, she enjoyed the friendly feeling she got as she drove the streets and came to a stop in front of a sports field.
On the field some sort of game was going on. Boys were wearing pads and using sticks with nets on the end of them to throw a ball back and fourth.
Lacrosse.
Bella sat down on the cold metal bleachers and cheered when a team wearing blue scored.
She didn't know why, but it just felt right to cheer for that team.
She saw a blue jersey walking towards her, and she was astounded to see the same guy from her other dream reveal himself from under the mask.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, standing in front of her.
A/N: Oh ho ho ho ho...who can this man be?? :) I would love to hear how you like the story so far (even if this is only chapter 2...) so please leave a review! I may just update this week...
xoxo ~ greatterriblebeauty