Previously

As I returned to the elevators, I muttered to myself: „Stupid trainee, should be pushing plates in the restaurant instead."

Behind me I heard someone gasp. As I turned around, Bella was standing right behind me. She held my pack of cigarettes, obviously I had forgotten them on the counter.

"You forgot these, Mr. Cullen." she just said, gave me that pack and tramped back to the reception.

Chapter 3

BPOV

"I never believed any person could be this arrogant, Alice!" I said while nipping on my glass of red wine. Usually I didn't drink but my first day went so well until this Edward Cullen appeared. Alice suggested we should celebrate my first day and at the same time drown my anger about this man.

"Funny, he's always been very friendly towards me. That doesn't sound like him at all." Alice wondered.

"Well, maybe it's because you're not a 'trainee'." I mocked. Even if I truly were a trainee, he didn't have the right to treat me like scum. I was glad my shift at the reception started at noon tomorrow. I had to work in the restaurant to help with breakfast in the morning, so at least I wouldn't meet him if he needed something from the reception before he got off to work. Yawning I took a look at my watch.

0.30 a.m.

I had to smile and serve coffee in the restaurant in six and a half hours – great. I said Alice good night and went to my room.

I discreetly hid my yawn behind my hand while refilling the coffee pot. It was way too early for me. I guess, Victoria just wanted to test my ability to work under pressure – or in this case under lack of sleep. I went back outside to serve coffee to the guests who had taken seats at the tables in the restaurant for breakfast. On my way back to the kitchen I took some empty plates with me.

"Well, hello there." A sudden voice behind me startled me. Just like the klutz I am, I tripped and almost dropped the pile of plates I was holding in my hands. A pair of hands behind me caught me just in time, so only some left over sauce on a plate dripped on my still too big vest.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." The voice continued. I turned around a saw a nice looking guy with blond hair and blue eyes. He was smiling widely at me. "Hi, I'm Mike, the restaurant manager. You must be Isabella, the new one from the reception."

"Err, yeah. Hi. You didn't startle me, I'm just a little clumsy." I answered while trying to whipe off the sauce from my ruined vest. "And it's just Bella."

"Okay, Bella. So, did anyone already show you around the hotel or would you provide me the honor in doing so?" he asked. Somehow his tone appeared a little too friendly to me and I was glad, I already knew most places in this hotel so I politely declined: "No, I'm fine, Mike. Thanks anyway. So, I guess I'll have to go to house keeping to get a new vest. I'm afraid I shouldn't be working looking like a mess."

"Yeah, okay. I'll be waiting here so just in case there's anything you want to know.. or see. At your service, Ma'am." He grinned.

Okay, I don't think I want you to show me anything.

I just smiled, nodded and went outside to reach the elevators to get to the basement.

On my way through the restaurant I suddenly heard a loud voice booming behind me: "Hey Miss. Could we get some coffee over here, please?"

I turned around and saw a huge black haired man waving at me. He had dimples and looked like a football player.

Emmett Cullen. A VIP guest.

Okay, I guess I can't just run from him.

So I turned around, smiled politely and said: "Of course, Mr. Cullen. I'll be with you any second."

I went back into the kitchen, retrieved a freshly filled coffee pot and made my way over to his table.

"Anything else I can do for you, Mr. Cullen?" I asked friendly as I filled his cup. "Yeah, a can of English Breakfast and some skim milk, please." He answered.

Coffee and tea? Okay, whatever.

"Of course Mr. Cullen." I answered and went back to the kitchen to prepare his tea.

I went back to his table and when I almost reached it, I stopped dead in my tracks.

Edward Cullen was sitting next to Emmett Cullen. And he looked pissed. Did this guy actually have only this facial expression?

EPOV

It was 8.30 a.m. and my fucking suitcase hadn't arrived yet. It sure looked like my yesterday's luck kept on.

I had asked Emmett to lend me one of his T-Shirts. I couldn't push my luck in possibly spilling coffee all over my shirt and have nothing to change in. I had serveral important meetings to attend and no time to wait for my stuff.

Emmett was already waiting for me at breakfast. So now I was walking into the restaurant in a bright yellow, size 3XL T-Shirt with "Cullen" and the number 1 on my back. Only Emmett would have the nerves to wear something like that. I decided not to argue about it. I did once and he forced me to strip the shirt in the middle of the restaurant right in front of everyone's eyes.

He was already sitting at a table near the window, Financial Times in front of him. As if he would even read that, I bet he was just hoping Rosalie would show up and he could impress her. I sat down in the chair next to him, not saying a word.

"Well, good morning to you, too, dear brother." he grinned. "I already ordered your precious tea."

"Thanks." I muttered and took the newspaper from him. My stocks had dropped again – what a surprise. I already wished it was Friday.

I looked up to see someone familiar approaching our table.

Bambi.

What was she doing here?

Her eyes widened when she recognized me but she collected herself pretty quickly and stepped next to my brother.

"Here's your tea, Mr. Cullen." I heard her say.

"The skim milk is for me, the tea is for my brother, please." Emmett answered and pointed at me.

She gulped, nodded, placed a can of milk next to his cup and then walked around the table to place a can of tea next to my cup. I noticed her weird vest again only this time it had a huge stain of something in front.

"Hey, do these uniforms come with ketchup now?" I asked sarcastically.

"Didn't this shirt come in your size, Mr. Cullen?" she retorted and as soon as she said the words she clasped her hands over her mouth and her face turned a bright shade of red.

Emmett and I stared at her open-mouthed and just when I wanted to tell her what a sassy little brat she was, Emmett's booming laughter startled me. He almost dropped off the chair laughing so hard. I stared at him stunned before getting up and saying: "You're one to talk!"

Without saying anything else I just stomped out the restaurant and took the elevator straight to my room.

BPOV

Oh my God! I didn't really just say that! I'm so fucked!

"Oh my gosh, that was hilarious! Did you see his face?" Emmett Cullen still held his stomach laughing.

"I.. I'm so sorry, Mr. Cullen. Oh my God, I wasn't thinking and.. I'm so fired." I stuttered, tears now dwelling up in my eyes.

"Nah, nah." he said looking at my name tag. "Isabella? You're Bella, right? Rosalie told me about you. Hey, don't worry, Bella. Nobody's gonna get fired here. At least not because of saying what you were thinking. That was awesome!"

"Thank you, Mr. Cullen, that's really nice from you, but I'm afraid your brother thinks differently about this whole thing." I answered still trying to hold back my tears.

"Oh Bella, don't worry about Ed. He's always a little hot-headed but he's also quick in coming back down. I'm sure by tonight he won't even remember it happened." he grinned at me.

Why did I have the feeling that wouldn't be the case?

Poor Bella...

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