Edward, I sighed, and I had never been happier. Surely we were floating through the air together. Nothing would ever be as wonderful as this. His cold, strong body held me close to him, his confident arms leading me as he whirled me around the dance floor. He looked down into my eyes and I knew, I just knew I was home. He leaned down and whispered "forever", his cold breath ghosting down my neck and turning my flesh into pure fire.
I sat up into the cold night with a start. What the hell was that about? I met the guy once, he seemingly hated me for no good reason, and now I was having a romantic dream about him? So not cool. But holy nugget muffins batman, it is so fucking cold in here it could freeze the nipples off a polar bear.
Shivering, I looked around the room and saw my window wide open. How the hell did that happen, I wondered, knowing full well that Charlie "Chief of Police" Swan had taught me better than that. If he knew I was sleeping in a strange town in a strange house on the ground floor with my window open he would promptly crap himself.
The moon outside gently illuminated the room, and bathed the nearby orchard in a wintry glow. I hopped out of bed to close the window and promptly tripped on the down comforter I had kicked off my bed sometime in the night. "Shit!" I hissed, as my knees hit the cold stone floor. Oh well, why not add another set of bruises to the collection?
I righted myself and staggered over to the window and could have sworn I heard muffled laughter. I stuck my head out the window and muttered "uh, hello?" while my heart beat wildly in my chest. A movement out of the corner of my eye caused me to gasp. Thank the ever loving fuck a beautiful doe came into full sight then, wandering the orchard, eating fruit and foliage from the trees above her. Beautiful. Huh, I guess the sound I heard was her eating leaves or fuck, who knows, some sort of nature sound. Thank God, I do not do scary shit.
I shut the window, locking it tightly before crawling back into bed. I pulled the comforter up around my ears and let my exhaustion overtake me once more, totally hoping I would go back to dreaming about the hot young vineyard owner. Because hell, that kind of dreamy shit doesn't happen to me in real life, so why not enjoy it in my dreams.
"Bella Shit-Eater Swan, get up and move your ass or I will come in there and move it for you!" Jessica hollered through my bedroom door.
I growled the obligatory "fuck off" and rolled over to glance at the clock. 11:28 am??? How the hell did I sleep so late? I never sleep past 8 am at home.
"All right, all right, I'm up, I'm up" I grabbed a tank top and shorts, tossed them on and headed out the door. Jessica stood in the hallway with her arms crossed and a big smirk on her face that made her look like a cheshire cat.
"What is up your ass?" I scowled at her, wondering what evil plan she had concocted while I slept.
"Oh, nothing, Bella, I was just wondering how you slept, that's all?" The amused look on her face filled me with dread and made me want to scratch her eyes out, simultaneously.
"Why do you want to know Jess? What are you up to?" My eyes narrowed as I sensed a trap.
"Oh, nothing, can't a friend ask her other friend how she slept?" and with that she turned and led the way into the kitchen.
On the table in front of us was one of the most elaborate spreads I had ever seen. All sorts of fresh local fruit, sliced and beautifully arranged, fresh baked pastries and croissants and oh hell, even chocolate covered strawberries!
"Ish preddy amashing ishn't it?" came Angela's mumbled commentary as she crammed another strawberry into her already full mouth and handed me a glass of champagne.
Wait, hold up, champagne???
"What the hell is all of this from?" I choked out, reaching for a strawberry before Angela sucked them all down.
"See, I told you she had nothing to do with this!" Angela smiled triumphantly at Jessica.
"Bullshit!" Jessica smiled at me, sipped her champagne and started laughing her ass off. Was she drunk already? Cripes.
"I heard you last night Bella, I told you he wanted to fuck you didn't I? I have to say I am totally impressed Bellsy, not only is he hot but you fucked him and you barely know him. It is about time you got on board with the whole meaningless sex thing and started enjoying your prime years like I am. Way to go, and shit girl, you must be awesome in the sack because this, this right here is one hell of a post-fuck thank you meal!"
I felt my jaw drop open, but couldn't force words to come out of my gaping mouth. Somewhere in the back of my brain, I was having foggy recollections of the second set of my dreams last night, the ones that happened after I closed the window....ah yes, the ones where the hot young vineyard owner was pleasuring me in the middle of a meadow, making me scream his name as he brought me to...oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. I was screaming his name. Oh shit.
I could feel my cheeks flaming red, and Angela gasped "Bella, you didn't!" and Jessica chortled triumphantly.
Oh holy mother of peaches. "Uh, guys, I sometimes talk in my sleep. I can promise you I was alone last night, and I have no idea what this food is about".
Angela had the decency to look away and cover her giggle, but Jessica looked at me like I had grown another head and shrieked "you screamed his name last night over and over, and then you slept so late today, I figured you were sleeping off the sex. And then the food came from Edward and I just put two and two together....seriously Bella, you were THAT excited and you were asleep? Oh holy crapsicle, if you do ever get a real guy into your room I better buy ear plugs, because you must be one loud fuck" and then she stomped away shouting something about bikinis to thank our new boss and 15 minutes to the pool and she was gone.
I however still had my mouth wide open, embarrassed as hell and slightly in shock as to why our new employer brought us a feast like this our first morning here.
Angela wandered over and put her arm around my shoulders and led me into a chair "don't feel bad Bells, I didn't hear anything" and then she left me alone to suffer my shame in privacy.
I grabbed a croissant and began to eat, when I noticed the note amongst the treats. Beautiful handwriting scrawled out "Welcome to Forbidden Fruit ladies, I am happy to have all of you here. Enjoy your breakfast, and I will see you all soon ~ ".
Son of a bean bag, maybe he is more than a pretty faced asshole after all.
I shoved the rest of the croissant in my mouth, washed it down with my champagne, and headed to my room to grab my bikini. Suddenly a nice cool swim seemed like a great idea, and if I didn't drown, maybe there would be hope for this day yet.