Having been a night owl for most of her life, Bella didn't fall asleep till around five am. So when Mark began knocking on her door around eight she was ready to fight.

When knocking didn't work Mark had decided to bang, and after a few bangs he decided he would just go in. It was his house anyway. Bella was only conscience for the last few bangs and didn't even hear Mark enter her room.

"Bella it's..." Marks words caught in his throat at the sight of her atop the covers clad only in a pair of underwear. Of course she was laying on her stomach, but dang if she didn't have a nice butt. Round but not overly so. Shaking the thoughts from his head Mark noticed that she was now looking at him smirking.

"Time to get up." That is when Bella decided to look at the clock, and her temper immediately rose again.

"What the fuck Mark? It is only eight."

"Little girl you have to go to work, in fact your already late. Since it is your first day I let you sleep in. Breakfast is down stairs, and watch that mouth." Mark scolded then turned to leave the room.

Bella reluctantly rose from the bed and put her cloths on, and then proceeded down the stairs. Something smelt delicious. Handsome, a fighter, and a cook this man was perfect; except for his tendency to rise early in the morning and being bossy. Turning the corner she saw a spread of eggs, bacon, and a few pancakes. Smiling Bella turned to Mark, "cereal would have been fine."

"Cereal isn't a meal, and I wanted to do something nice for you, now we need to talk about our arrangement." Mark began as he took the seat next to her. "The shop opens at eight and closes at six. You'll answer the phones and work the front desk. Cleaning and stocking the shelves in the showroom are another job you'll have. Now how much did you make at Rick's?" Mark asked, truly afraid of the figure she was about to tell him.

"I made about eight hundred a week." Mark gritted his teeth, this girl was going to be expensive.

"Alright, I'll pay you a thousand a week. Now run home and get ready and I'll pick you up in a half hour and we will head to the shop." Bella finished eating then Mark took her plate and began doing the dishes.

Bella walked in to her home in time to see her mom leaving for work. "Hey baby girl. Did you have fun at Jessica's house?" Her mother really was gullible, she didn't even know a girl named Jessica.

"Yeah, we had fun. Mom I got a new job, it is during the day so I'm just changing and then heading out."

"Thats good honey, I've been telling you to find a new one for a while. We will talk about it later, I am running late. Love you." Her mom yelled as she got into her car and headed out.

Bella walked into the house and got a shower, when she emerged from the bathroom she noticed Mark would be there in less than ten minuets. Oh well, he can wait. She was not going to look bad on her first day. After doing her hair and make-up she put on jeans and a cute top. Bella walked down the stairs to see a not too happy looking Mark sitting on the couch with her brother.

"Later man," Mark said to Matt as he walked with Bella to his truck.

"Girl what part of half an hour did you not understand."

"You didn't give me enough time, and how good will it look to have a dumpy looking receptionist at the shop. I'll tell you, not good at all. So I took the extra time so that your shop wouldn't suffer." At the end of the speech she just smiled. She had rehearsed the speech while she had done her hair.

"Do you even believe the crap you just told at me?"

"No," Bella said laughing, she didn't figure her excuse would work. Mark just shook his head, this girl was something else. She did look hot, but now all the guys would be checking her out and no doubt hitting on her. Ugh... It is going to be a long day, Mark thought pulling out of the driveway and headed to the shop.

Long had proved to be an understatement. It seemed as though every male within a ten mile radius had come through the shop today, and every single one had hit on Bella. She didn't flirt back, and was actually good at handling the showroom, which is a good thing since she was earning a thousand a week. Usually Mark stayed in the garage area working on bikes, but today he had found himself just staying in the showroom just talking to her and helping her figure out her job. But now it was time to head home, and Mark did not want to leave her presence.

"Bella let's head on out," Mark said and let Bella say her goodbyes to the guys in the garage. They talked casually on the ride home. Finding out that hey really did have a lot in common. It was when they pulled into her driveway that the day had been ruined. The house was a wreck. The windows were busted out and furniture, or pieces of furniture, we all over the yard.

"Matt," Bella screamed jumping out of the truck and running into the house with Mark right behind her.