;Chapter 4 - W o r k
A/N : the reviews better be coming or this story might be stopped!
I balled up my fists looking at them and tried to concentrate to no avail. I just sat and stared at the both of them, Edward longingly; Shalynne envious.
I daydreamed of me and Edward walking, hand in hand, through a sun-filled meadow. It was teeming with life and flowers, there was the sound of flowing rivers and the smell of fresh dew.
"Ms Swan?" A voice shook me out of my illusional daydream. "Do you care to answer to question 8?"
What? "Huh? Pardon me?"
He sighed. "Pay more attention in class, Miss Swan."
I nodded sheepishly. Everyone was looking at me. Even Edward and Shalynne. In fact, Shalynne was giggling in her bitch-cheerleader way; Edward was grinning. Jeez. I buried my head in my Biology texbook. Klutzy people hated attention more than spotlights trained on you. Grr.
Biology ended a while after that, though it'd felt like an eternity staring at Edward and Shalynne's backs. I stumbled out into the hallway and made my way to the locker room to change for Gym.
At Gym, we were doing Taekwondo. It was like Martial Arts but better, I guess. FIGHTING was so not my style, not that any form of sports was. The gym teacher, Coach Darren, instructed us for about five minutes, got us into Taekwondo suits, and paired us up. I was with Mason. Ugh.
"Heyyyyy, wassup, Bella!" He greeted me cheerfully and--as hard as I tried not to acknowledge it--romantically. I so did not want this complication in my life right now.
"Hi" was all I said. HAH. After all, he already had a cheerleader girlfriend. [I found out from Shalynne that there WAS a cheerleader squad in this school.]
"Oh baby, you know you're really, really hot," he whispered into my ear as we were getting ready to fight. I just stared at him, one eyebrow raised.
Coach Darren shouted "AND..... GO!"
Mason was still smiling about the 'hot' thing and still standing where he was, not attacking. I summoned all my energy and kicked him really hard below the stomach. He stumbled backward and fell. He screamed in pain.
Everyone gasped, shocked, and surrounded him like a colony of ants. And MASON was the half-eaten rotting apple. Oh, God, I suddenly felt panicked. What if I broke something?! Holy CRAP!
"Um, Mason, You OK?"
Mason tried to crane his neck and look at me. "I'll be okay if you kiss me," he said. Ughhhh.
"No way," I answered cryptically. "I have to go, by the way, sorry about your-whatever is broken." I walked out, just to notice that... Shalynne was giving me dagger stares.
After Gym, I made my way to work. I took a bus to the spa; making a mental note to get a cheap car to go to work.
I arrived at work pretty early in an attempt to get away from Mason. Emile Desdemonia, who asked me to call her 'Mill,', shook me for being "late" and pointed me into a private room in a hurry.
But not before I contemplated the surroundings in awe. The floor was water. Clear, sea-green water. A thousand candles floating on the water lit up the room, giving it a romantic, relaxing feel. A bridge was suspended across the water. It looked like a scene from a Chinese movie with those beautiful girls kneeling by the water, lighting those candles.
She handed me a uniform and pushed me towards a bathroom for staff to change. I unlaid the clothes given to me. It was a strapless rosy, pure-white dress, it hung to lower than my ankles. It was silk, it felt really good against my skin... And it was a perfect fit.
I ran to the private room I was instructed to. I nearly fell but it was okay. I grabbed the door handle and accidentally banged it while closing it. Anyone within 1-kilometer radius would have heard it. Ugh. I slipped into the room quietly, glad that I came in unnoticed. I noticed a pile of towels and expensive branded body nourishment lotions at the corner and a note on top of it.
"Dear Isabella,
Here're your towels and other things. No, not yours, you hold them and hand them to the clients when needed. Understood?
Love
Emile Desdemonia"
'Okay," I thought. I stood silently at the corner. The 'client' was lying in the big bathtub. I could only see the back of him. Bronze hair, sculpted body, muscles like ... Wait, what?! Ohmigod, it was Edward! Edward Cullen!
"I need a towel,please," he said. Aww, How polite, but I didn't think he knew who I was.
I didn't say anything, I just walked silently to him and handed him one big, fluffy towel while he scrubbed himself dry. He suddenly turned and smirked and said, "Help me, towel girl," he said. Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod.
"Umm, okay." I couldn't decline his requests since it was HE who was the client. I walked to him again and used the towel to towel him dry. Slowly... Very slowly... He used the towel to wrap himself.
Then Edward turned away and went to lie down facedown on those leather beds that you lie on while a person massages you. "I need help, excuse me. I can't massage myself, you know," he said.
"Oh.." I stuttered. "I'll call for help, then."
"Don't." That one word... "I want you to do it..."
Ohmigod. This isn't true. Oh, crap, oh crap, oh crap. "Ummmm," I said. "Yes." I didn't argue even though I didn't even know what to do. But I placed my hands on his back, and started to massage him. He moaned in [hopefully] pleasure. Suddenly, after a while, he furiously got out from the bed, wearing only that towel around him.
"What--" I stopped. Edward held my face in his hands. Oh, God, I love this feeling. His lips met mine and we kissed each other passionately.
We didn't stop.
We didn't want to.
a/n : ohmigosh, how was that????? my heart was beating even as i wrote it ! anyway, the reviews really have to come or else the story will stop here. please and thanks. =)
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