Chapter 2

Let me explain about Edward Cullen.

Youngest ever elected president.

He's been in office for almost two years, which must make him 42 or close to 43 now. While his family has always been popular politically, and his record in public office was incredibly strong, I wasn't entirely sure his looks didn't have something to do with his meteoric rise to the most powerful position in the country. He was stunning, and in my opinion, and that of People magazine he was the country's most eligible bachelor. He'd taken over from the likes of Pitt, Clooney and Damon. Those guys didn't even come close.

He had more charisma in his small toe than any of his competitors, or predecessors for that matter, had in their entire bodies. He was tall and wore a suit like nobody's business. But I had always been drawn to his hands. Yes he was exceptionally good looking, but there was something about his hands and what he did with them that sent me into a puddle of goo at the mere thought of him. They gave him this aura of strength, confidence and decisiveness. The thought of having those hands on me made me feel faint.

"Earth to Bella?" Alice snapped her fingers to break me from my Edward Cullen induced daydream.

"Hmm, yes, what?"

"Do you think you're up for it?"

Was I up for it? Are you shitting me?

"Of course. But why me? Why not one of your regular, more experienced girls?"

"There's no one I trust more in this world than you. This cannot get out. Not even a hint. You and I will both be signing non disclosure agreements of a sort. Plus you have the attributes that were requested."

"Oh?" I replied in a 'do tell' kind of way.

"Yes. The request was first and foremost for a girl with discretion, no criminal record, no drug users, and someone with a university education."

"Well that's all of us."

"They also requested that you be a bit 'girl next door'. No supermodels."

"Wow, I'm feeling so flattered right now." Alice ignored my sarcasm and continued.

"You're to arrive in corporate dress."

"So the President has a secretary fetish?" I mused.

"I'm not sure about that, but apparently it will make your arrival more plausible if you don't actually look like a hooker." I should be offended at the statement. I didn't like to think of myself as a prostitute or a hooker. But it's essentially what I was doing.

"Right, of course."

"Bella, if I sent a bombshell and there was a photo taken it could raise suspicions, especially if she was recognized by someone as being one of my regulars. You do this so rarely that there is minimal risk. You also know you have the ability to tone it down or look like a sex goddess when you need to. So wrap the sex goddess up in some nerdy little outfit for the night okay?"