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Chapter 3

EPOV

I knocked on the door and when no reply was given I opened it and was greeted by something similar to that which had haunted my teenage dreams endlessly. When I was 13, my older brother Emmett gave me a porno tape called Hot for Teacher 3 as part of his self-proclaimed big bro education.

In this cinematic masterpiece, there was a scene in this cinematic masterpiece there was a scene involving a male teacher who went to the principal's office for "disciplinary matters" and was greeted by the very hot, very female, very scantily dressed principal. Needless to say, the matter was cleared up by some gratuitous raunchy sex. I worshipped my cooler older brother, and his constant supply of hand-me-down porn through the years.

The image before me would haunt my current waking dreams. Miss Swan, my very own hot boss was leaned back in her chair, glorious hair cascading around her shoulders, the top few buttons of her white blouse undone, eyes closed with a big smile pasted on her red lips. Nothing was scandalous or overtly sexual about the way she was sitting. My horndog brain just copied her into my mental Hot for Teacher video, which made the vision in front of me overwhelmingly sexual and brought the return of the epic hard on. This really needed to stop happening over my boss in my place of employment. Especially since my job required me to be around small children. I immediately pictured Mom bent over the kitchen table with Dad slapping her ass and while my boner was gone instantly, an unhealthy amount of bile had risen.

Trying to calm my nerves, I stuttered a greeting "P...P...P...Principal Swan?" She sat up abruptly; shocked by my presence. She obviously had not heard me enter and proceeded to fall off her chair straight onto her ass. When she made an attempt to remove herself from the floor, she hit her head on her desk sharply.

"Oh shi...shnizzles," she belted out. I was impressed that even amidst the pain she corrected herself before swearing loudly in the school. I smiled, finding her performance amusing but tried not to let it show too much. Stepping closer, I offered her my hand to help her up. This was a monumental mistake. With her sitting on the floor and me standing above her, I was given the perfect view into her unbuttoned blouse and during her fall two more buttons had come undone. Her black lacy bra was prominently on display; her breasts nearly falling out of its sheer cups. I stifled a groan and looked away. Assisting her on her feet, I averted my eyes. "Thank you," she said almost sweetly. I didn't want to chance a look as I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes on her face and didn't want to be caught ogling my hot boss who already seemed to hate my guts.

"You're welcome," I muttered.

"Mr. Cullen I would appreciate it if you would show me the respect of looking at me when I speak to you. Do you have a problem with me?" she spat with irritation.

"Umm...no Miss Swan it's just that ummm…Your shirt is..." Before I could finish she looked down at her shirt and gasped in alarm.

"Oh my gosh!" she said as her face turned scarlet. She turned from me and buttoned up her shirt; making herself decent again. "I umm...I umm...I am sorry for that indecent display. I am having an epically bad first day," she nervously explained in an exasperated voice. I was still looking away when she called my name, "Mr. Cullen, Edward, you can look now I am covered." Breathing a sigh of relief, I turned and looked back at her trying very hard to not let my eyes dart to her chest just to make sure. It was like her chest had a homing device that attracted my eyes.

"I am sorry your day isn't going so well," I told her sincerely; gazing into her beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

"Well, it is what it is and it's so not your problem. What can I help you with Mr. Cullen?"

"I just wanted to apologize for my behavior this morning. It was very unprofessional of me and will not happen again," I said, hoping to mend fences.

She gave me a stern look and I swallowed the lump in my throat as her stern look came off as unintentionally sexy.

She smiled and said softly, "If we can both forget I inadvertently flashed you in an inappropriate manner, I can forget you were late. Don't let it happen again and we can pretend this whole thing never happened. Deal?"

"Deal."

She stuck her hand out to shake mine and as I grasped hers feeling a pop and crackle of energy between us. Startled, I let go immediately, dropped her hand, and drew in a large breath at the strange yet not unpleasant sensation. It was not unlike when you are little and your brother rubs his feet on the carpet to build up a charge then grabs your arm to shock you. There was a huge difference though. Touching Bella-Miss Swan definitely didn't feel like anything else I'd felt before.

She must have felt the same as she stepped back and we eyed each other, not saying a word. Her eyes were curious but wary and she looked down at her hand as if my touch had physically burnt her.

Without another word, I turned and left her office, shaking my head at the weird experience that had just happened.

BPOV

What the hell was that?

I'd reached out, shook Edward-Mr. Cullen's hand, and felt like I'd gotten shocked with a bolt of electricity when our palms touched. He'd jerked his hand back and looked at me like he was startled, so he must have felt it as well. I had taken a step back and we looked at each other, wary looks on our faces. Without a word, he turned and all but scurried from my office. He had touched me before helping me up from when I'd landed on my ass, but this time it was different; somehow more intense.

Shaking my head I plopped down in my chair again, this time making sure ALL my buttons were done up. God, I didn't want to think about what might have happened if Mike had wandered in. I probably would have had to physically remove my red Swingline stapler from his forehead if he'd invaded my space. I had no doubt the sleezy McSleezerton would have done..

The rest of my day went smoothly, thank god, as the first three quarters had been admittedly rough. I wondered if most principals' first days went like this or if I was the only one to be blessed with inappropriate thoughts about a teacher. I scarfed a Lean Cuisine quickly in the teacher's lounge during lunch and begged off an invitation to lunch from Alice. I just wasn't feeling it at the moment and wanted to be alone. The day had been rough and I needed time to myself to decompress and figure out what in the world I was doing.

The next week progressed much easier than my first day. No real major stressors or headaches. I was able to get the hang of my new duties as principal quite easily. I only saw Edward a few more times and mostly just in passing. The pull to him was still there and made me nervous, but I decided it didn't matter I would just ignore it. It couldn't stay forever, right? I tried to convince myself that eventually whatever I was feeling would just fade away as long as I didn't dwell or act on it. I did have to admit that I may have been a bit; ok maybe a lot; wrong about Edward's abilities as a teacher. When I went in to observe him officially, I saw how great he was with the children, and that was something you couldn't fake. He was endlessly patient, attentive, and caring and the kids adored him. He was able to connect with them in a way that even the most difficult student could relate to. His classroom was also surprisingly orderly and well-disciplined and I had never seen first graders behave so well. He had a handle on his class like I had never seen before and my respect and adoration (yes plan "ignore it 'til it goes away" wasn't really working) grew immensely that day.

Friday after work, I stopped and met my sister Rosalie at a little Mexican place we liked to frequent. It was quaint and not well known, so it was never that busy, but the service was great and the food to die for. We had gotten to know the owners pretty well and were treated like family when we ate there. I walked into the restaurant and scanned the room for the tall blonde beauty that was somehow my full blooded sibling. I often felt like we were Arnold Schwarzenegger and Danny Devito in that movie Twins. She had lucked out in the genetic lottery and had gotten all the good genes and I got the unwanted leftovers. Her modelesque beauty made even the prettiest girls seem dowdy, so I could only imagine what it did to me. I was cursed with hair and eyes the color of mud and plain as can be. I was used to it though; growing up in her shadow; and I didn't resent her as Rosalie was also one of the sweetest people you would ever meet in your life. But don't ever make the mistake of crossing her. Miss Congeniality would be gone in a heartbeat and replaced with a fierce woman who would do anything to protect those she cared about. Spotting my sister, I made my way to where she was sitting at our typical corner table and sat down.

"Hey Rose."

"Oh good, you made it."

"Of course I made it. I always make it."

"I know, I know, Bella. I just thought that maybe you might forget or something with the pressures of your new job and you are an unheard of 5 minutes late."

I rolled my eyes at her comments. Yes, the truth is I am never late; always where I am supposed to be on the dot. Rose often teased me about how anal I was about punctuality, and thinking about my experience with Edward, err I mean Mr. Cullen, earlier this week I might be led to think she was right.

"So tell me, how is the new job," Rose asked as she opened her menu and pretended to scan the choices. I don't know why; she and I both knew she would order the same thing she always did - the chicken chimichanga with extra avocado and extra sour cream. Lord knows how she kept her amazing figure eating like that. I watched what I ate scrupulously and worked out and still was a size 14. Like I said, she was blessed with all the good genes and I got the crappy leftovers.

"Despite a very interesting first day, the rest of the week has gone really well. I am finding I really enjoy it and we have some amazing teachers at this school. I am proud to work with them." I hadn't had a chance to speak with Rose much about my new job after the first day when I went home and called her in tears. She had been extremely busy this past week at work. Her job as an engineer could be quite demanding at times.

"Is that one teacher still giving you problems? The one who works with Alice?" she asked me with a conspiratorial look in her eyes. Blushing, I looked down at my hands; playing with my napkin

"No, I may have been a bit hasty in my judgments of him," I admitted. "He really is wonderful with the kids and runs one of the best classrooms in the school."

"Uh-huh," Rose said with a knowing smirk. I looked up at her and it dawned on me.

"You have been talking to Alice, haven't you? What did that meddling little pixie say to you?"

"Oh, nothing really."

"Yeah, Rose, I so don't believe you, spit it out," I said through slightly clenched teeth

"Oh she may have mentioned something about the sexual tension that occurs when you two are near each other is a level highly unacceptable for a school full of kids."

"Damn, Alice! Why does she have to stick her nose in where it doesn't belong?" I growled. "I admit I feel a certain attraction towards the man; I don't think there are many women that wouldn't. He is extremely good looking. However, he is one of my teachers, I am his boss, and if that does not make a relationship inappropriate enough, I am eight years older than him and highly inexperienced. You know I have only been on a few blind dates with men who never asked to see me again. I am not in his league and I am sure I am nowhere near his type. Gorgeous tend to dwell towards the gorgeous and I am plain, dumpy, and overweight." Rose rolled her eyes at me.

"When will you ever see yourself clearly Bella? You are a goddess. I see the way a lot of men look at you! You just don't notice it and, because of how self-conscious you are, you brush it off as nothing but friendliness and then push them away before they can even consider asking you out. You are a strong woman who has been focused on nothing than reaching her career goals. Well Bella, you reached your goal. It is time to let loose a little and have some fun. See yourself as you truly are and, above all, finally get yourself laid!"

I gasped and blushed. "Thanks sis," I whispered "for just announcing to the whole restaurant that I'm a 32 year old virgin. Good thing I don't collect action figures or ride a bike to work."

"Who cares, Bella? It's none of their business. From what I heard, this teacher, Edward, seems to already have a thing for you."

Shaking my head, I uttered, "That is impossible, Rose. A man like Edward would never be interested in someone like me." Rose just rolled her eyes and was about to say something when the waiter arrived and asked for our orders. Rose ordered her chimichanga of course, and I ordered a taco salad.

Once the waiter left, Rose looked at me and said, "Okay, here's the deal, and I don't want to hear any complaints or trying getting out of it. Alice and I decided that you need to gain some much needed self-confidence and get better in touch with your sensual side." I groaned; I could only imagine where this was leading. I just truly hoped it did not involve strippers or male escorts. I started to open my mouth to protest when Rosalie shot me the look and said, "Zip it! You will hear me out."

I knew better than to argue with her when she was like that so I shut my mouth and patiently waited for her to continue. "Tonight we are all attending a beginning ballroom dance class. I think this could be really good for you. I don't want to hear any I can't dance because I am so clumsy excuses. It has been decided and you will at least give this a chance."

I knew there was no fighting Rose and Alice on this; it would just be easier to go with it. Even if I fought it, I would end up going anyway. I hated when my best friend and sister ganged up on me. I knew their intentions were good, but it still annoyed the hell out of me.

We finished our meals, which were delicious as usual, and headed to our respective homes. Rose told me she would meet me at my place in a couple hours and we would head out from there. I shouldn't have been surprised when I arrived at my home to see Alice sitting in her car in the driveway waiting for me. She stepped out, shopping bag in hand. I should have known. We couldn't just take ballroom dance lessons, no, Alice was going to have to dress me up and do my hair and makeup like I was her Barbie doll. Good thing I loved her so much otherwise she would be getting a tongue-lashing from me. Alice bounced out of her bright yellow Ford Focus. We all knew she wanted a Porsche but there was no way she would be able to afford such a thing on a teacher's salary, so the yellow Focus had to do.

"Hi, Alice," I groaned. She rolled her eyes. She knew me well enough to know my reaction wasn't because I wasn't happy to see her, but because I was dreading what was to come.

"Let's just get this over with." I unlocked my front door and we went inside.

An hour and a half later, Rose arrived and we all went and got in her car to go to the dance studio. I didn't want to admit it out loud, but Alice always did an amazing job on me and this time was no exception. , I felt beautiful and like there was a possibility a man could actually find me attractive. She had dressed me in a deep scarlet colored dress that fit my form in all the right places and disguised all my less than favorite ones. The dress length hit me right below the knees and the skirt was full. It was sleeveless and had a slight v-neck that accentuated my ample cleavage making it look amazing.

We arrived at the dance studio 20 minutes later. We were a little bit early, but I knew they planned it this way to ease my apprehension. We stepped into the lobby of the studio and followed the sounds of an upbeat French tune that was wafting down the small corridor. Arriving at the doorway to the studio we assumed would be our classroom; we took in the sight before us. There was a couple dancing across the small studio. Swaying their hips and moving gracefully and to what appeared to be the samba. Hey, I watched dancing with the stars; I knew a few things about ballroom dancing. They moved together as if they were one. Each anticipating and knowing the other's next moves; their weaknesses and faults; and were able to compensate for it in a way that made their dance appear flawless. The woman had long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair. Her beauty actually rivaled Rose's, which was unheard of. She was very talented; her body lithe and her movements fluid. What really caught my attention was the man. His back was to us so we couldn't see his face, but his firm round backside swayed back and forth with each rock of his hips. His ass was perfection in the tailored fit black trousers he wore, making me feel tempted to sneak up behind him, bend over and bite it. His red dress shirt was fitted and showed off how amazing his taut body was and he moved on the dance floor as he was born to be there.

Alice, Rose, and I glanced at each other. Rose pretended to fan herself, mouthing the word hot. My eyes returned to the male dancer, unable to keep my attention off the spectacular specimen of man that he was. My eyes roamed higher and I took in his well-sculpted back that moved fluidly with the music. It wasn't long before my gaze centered to the back of his head, where I noticed his unusual hair color. It was a mix of browns and reds; almost a copper color. Before my brain could take my thoughts any further, the man spun around and my eyes were met with same deep green ones that I had first seen this Monday morning and subsequently, despite my efforts otherwise, had been dominating my dreams. I gasped and he smirked and then lost focus; tripping over his own feet and landing on his ass on the dance studio floor. We just stood there gawking at each other in shock, when his dance partner spoke up oblivious to what was going on.

"Sheesh, Edward!" the strawberry blonde screeched, "What's up with you?"

Rose looked at me and Edward then whispered, "Ah, so that is Edward." Her eyes glistened with excitement.

Alice bounded over to him and helped him up, enveloping him in a hug, exclaiming, "What are you doing here, Edward?"

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