A/N Who owns these characters? Not Me!

Bella's POV

As soon as I stood up my eyes met his across the lounge. He stood up and shouldered a black leather backpack. He caught me staring and he smirked, a mischevious half smile played in his lips. He was gorgeus. Short auburn hair, a slight three day stubble. A white shirt under a gray fitted suit. I blushed. Edward Cullen. The man who had plagued James's jealous bouts was standing in all his glory. I forced myself to look away, gather my trolley and move towards the nearest exit. Edward Cullen. His music had gotten me through these last months. I saw him move behind me in the corner of my eye. I think my whole body blushed. I tried to hurry to the platform but couldn't help but feel him always behind me. I stood on the platform for a few seconds, before boarding first class and making my way to seat 7A. It was an aisle seat. Clumsy clowns like myself shouldn't be allowed near the window seat. I was just about to sit down when I heard a soft cough behind me. I turned to find his half smile, green eyes boring into my skin. I blushed and bit my lip.

"I'm next to you. Would you rather have the window? I don't mind." His voice was vey low, almost a whisper and he leaned into me. I opened my mouth but no words came out. His index finger touched my wrist, so softly that maybe I was imagining it. It was a moment but enough to feel the electricity flowing from him into me. I looked around us breaking the contact. Passengers were beggining to fill the car. I stepped back towards the window seat and sat in defeat. He was still smiling as he sat down on my seat. He turned to look at me and presented his pale manicured hand. "I'm Edward."

"Bella" I managed to whisper. Feeling the current sweep over me. He didn't release my hand. Instead he softened his grip, turning the greeting into an intimate caress. I was lost.

"Bel-la!" he whispered finally releasing me. The train began it's slow march out of the station and soon we where speeding away towards Chicago. A harsh thunderstorm was beating down on the window. I hugged the arm rest. Hell of weather. And all I could think of was jumping out that window

"Mr. Cullen!" I turned to face the blondest train attendant I'd ever seen. She had sex written all over her sly smile at him. "You don't have to sit here. I've got a spacier seat right up front with no one to bother you!" she smirked at me. I wanted to punch her.

Edward's POV

What the fuck? This bimbo waitress had all the nerve in the world. Immediatelly I flashed my famous scoul and she took a step back. Her smile faltered a fraction. Her heavy make up was making me noxious. I looked at her name tag.

"You must have me confused with someone else, Jessica." I said flatly. "I'm going to sit here with my friend Bella and cross my fingers that we can get another attendant in this car." I looked pointedly at the conductor who was beside her by now.

"I'm sorry. I thought..." Se was white as stone when I looked back at Bella. I caught her startled eyes staring at my mouth. I smiled. "Now, Bella, if you're too scared of the thunderstorm you can inch closer." I offered her my arm on the armrest half expecting her to punch me so I was completely startled when she said my name.

"Mr. Cullen." Now I wanted to spank her. Mr. Cullen? My cock twitched as I immagined placing her tight ass over my knee and spanking her with my hands. I grabbed her wrist almost instantly and pulled her closer to me. Her chocolaty scent filled my lungs again. It had been painful to stand behind her in the queue to get in. I'd wanted to pull her back and run my nose through her whole body. Now, sitting next to her, I was getting drunk on that sweet scent. "I thought I'd said my name is Edward." I hissed. She was scared. That look of terror in her brown eyes made me release her. I didn't want to scare her. I wanted to consume her. My whole body tingled from the need to touch her, to make her mine. I hadn't felt like this since... I looked at her name tattooed on my fingers... Anne. It seemed like someone else's life now. Bella, coughed. I looked at her again. "Edward, you could be sitting anywhere. The car's not that full." She was saying one thing but her eyes were pleading me to come closer.

"Let's just enjoy the ride, Bella. We've got 28 hours ahead of us." 28 hours to get to Chicago. 28 hours to get to know this woman that had just turned my world upside down just by existing.

"That's what I mean, Edward... You shouldn't have agravated the attendant. Now she'll just spit on our food." And with that both of us burst out laughing much to the dislike of our fellow passengers. Her phone rang. My latest single was her ring tone. I stared at her startled. We both blushed. And she bit her lip. I was so far gone.