A/N:
I continue to be amazed at the support this little story is given. Thank you all for your followings, favourites and reviews. There are some amazing writers out there, a few of which are listed in my profile. Feel free to pop in a see who I like to read when the time permits.
Our beloved Edward is starting to feature more now. In fact Chapter 5 is written from his POV.
Enjoy him and hang in there, lemons will be featured, eventually.
Chapter 4
A shadow fell over us as a pair of murderous green eyes turned our way and a deeply possessive voice stated darkly, "I am quite sure you are right Mr. Black, but I doubt it is you who will be best placed to offer Lady Swan the kind of assistance she truly requires."
Anger rose in my heart as I stared at the stunningly beautiful man who delivered those words. Taller and more handsome than any man should be allowed to be, Edward Cullen's deep green eyes bored into my soul and lit a fire of rage what was normally kept well hidden from all but those who truly new me.
"I believe I am well capable of deciding for myself what my future should be," I responded, "but thank you for your concern Mr Cullen. Are you planning on staying long?"
At this moment Alice came barrelling around the corner of the house, "Edward has an appointment with you if you remember Bella. Shall I show him into the small lounge?"
The large wooden door of my home which represented years of history swung open to allow the cool autumn air to penetrate the even cooler space inside the entrance. A once beautiful, but now sadly faded and worn rug covered the ancient tiles which covered the floor in an attempt to warm the area which we now stood. Tension filled the air.
"If you have an appointment with Edward then I shall come back at a more convenient time Isabella," Jacob murmured while looking directly at his antagonist. Looking down at the letter in my delicate hands his face saddened. "I will call you early next week."
As Jacob left us and Edward and I made our way into the lounge it occurred to me that we had ever been alone with each other. Suddenly I was more than a little nervous to be alone with this belligerent man. He was able to arouse such an anger in me that no person had ever achieved in my normally easy nature. If I was honest, when I first saw him I was star struck and made shy by his handsome looks. However one overheard conversation between him and my father had altered those feelings irreparably.
The warmth of the lounge was enough to remind me of my location and I put all thoughts aside, turning and offering Edward a seat in the feminine room that I spent the bulk of my free time in. The décor within this room was the closest to reflecting my personality as it was filled with light colours of pale blues on white. Brocaded birds and flowers covered the cushions and curtains in an understated manner which, while being worn, I found both relaxing and comforting. None of the heavy reds, bulky carved wood or bold tapestries from the rest of the house found its way into my room. And definitely no purple.
Green eyes fell upon me once more and I glanced up to find Edward looking into my eyes as though searching for some hidden message I refused to share. "There is a lot to discuss Lady Swan, but first may I suggest you read the letter from your father," Edward began.
My hackles rose instantly. "I think I would rather read that in private thank you Mr Cullen," I responded. "I am not sure you would Isabella," he replied, "otherwise you may not fully consider my proposal."