A/N This has been pre-read by Prettyflour but I have made changes to the chapter, so any mistakes belong to me! This is also slightly different to the original version.

Chapter 6 - The Morning After The Night Before

BPOV

When I opened my eyes the next morning, it took me a few minutes to gather my bearings. After taking in the huge bed I was in, I looked around the unfamiliar bedroom. There was a wall of wardrobes on my right and a door beside them which I could see opened into a bathroom. On my left was another floor to ceiling window looking out onto Fifth Avenue. As I looked to my left realisation hit me.

"Oh shit, I wasn't dreaming," I muttered and then glanced quickly under the covers, "Crap, crap, I'm naked."

I slowly looked back over my shoulder and my stomach did back flips. There, lying next to me was Edward. He was still fast asleep and I just couldn't resist peeking under the covers.

Oh yes, there he is indeed.

Grinning to myself, I suddenly panicked. Where were my clothes? I sat up slowly and looked around the bedroom floor. I could see my underwear on his side of the bed, and also his shirt and jeans but not my dress.

Oh great, looks like you're walking down Fifth Avenue in nothing but last night's knickers.

I decided to loan his shirt while I went to the bathroom, so I slid carefully out of bed, and crawled around the bottom to grab my underwear and Edward's shirt. I threw them on and darted quickly to the bathroom. I washed my face and tried to detangle my hair with my fingers. Then I saw something in the mirror; my dress was hung up on the back of the bathroom door.

Wow, he's sweet and thoughtful as well as being an absolute sex god.

I desperately wanted to brush my teeth, but I didn't want to freak the poor guy out by using his toothbrush, so I settled for rubbing a bit of toothpaste on my teeth and tongue. I wiped his sink down, turned to get my dress, and saw Edward standing in the doorway watching me. I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Morning." He smiled, his hair was stuck flat to his head apart from a few tufts sticking up randomly and he had a slight dusting of stubble on his face. I smiled back and then noticed his bare-chest. I panicked again, had he put any clothes on?

Dear God, please, please, please, let him be naked.

I glanced down quickly and caught a glimpse of his boxers. This man succeeded in looking smoking hot and sexy as hell the minute he rolls out of bed.

No boxers allowed. Mr. Delicious should always be naked.

"Morning," I mumbled back, experiencing vivid flashbacks of the night before and almost cringing with embarrassment. Who was I last night? Not the usual Bella Swan that was for sure.

Sex with Mr. Delicious, not once, but twice. Life just doesn't get any better than that.

I was waiting for him to start dropping hints about me leaving, when he stepped forward and lifted my chin with his finger to kiss me softly on the lips. I smiled up at him and walked into the bedroom.

Edward poked his head around the door. "I'll be right back, don't disappear. You can ring your friends if you like? My phones just on the bed. I'm sure they're wondering where you are."

I sat on his bed and picked up his phone. I sighed as I rang the apartment, because I knew exactly what reaction I was facing. Alice answered on the first ring.

"Hi, Alice, it's me," I said, nervously bracing myself for her response. Why was I acting so guilty?

"Oh, so you aren't lying dead in a morgue somewhere? Wow, Bella, don't you dare call me a slut again. What did you get up to last night? Dare I even ask?" She was snickering down the phone, and once again I started with the vivid flashbacks.

"Not at this moment, no. I'm just getting dressed then I'll be home, half an hour tops. I left my purse at Arts last night, and I just wanted to let you know where I was, okay?"

"We'll be waiting for you. Oh, and, Bella, you aren't leaving a single detail out this time, girl."

After I hung up I started panicking again, I had no idea what to do or how to act around Edward. A few minutes later he appeared and sat beside me on the bed. He was still in nothing but his boxer shorts but he'd ruffled his hair spiky again. It was pathetic, but just his presence rendered me speechless.

And as horny as a dog on heat!

"Do you have to take off straight away?" he asked quietly, looking at me trying to gauge my reaction. I shook my head and played with the cuff on the sleeve of his shirt that I was still wearing.

"I'd like to hang out with you for a while—if you don't mind?"

"Why?" I asked before I even thought about it.

It was a valid question from my point of view. I wasn't anyone special. I was just a nanny, and not even a fancy magical nanny like Mary Poppins or Nanny McPhee. Why on earth would he want to spend time with me?

Hopefully to participate in more straddling?

"I leave for LA tomorrow; we're shooting a video and promoting the tour. I want to squeeze in as much time as I can with you today because I'll be gone for over a week. Did you think I was lying to you last night?" He frowned at me waiting for my answer.

Wow, this guy could possibly be too good to be true.

"No, not lying just caught up in the moment maybe," I mumbled and looked up at him. "I didn't expect anything else from you, Edward."

"I was definitely caught up in the moment, but regardless of what happened last night, I would still want to spend the day with you today, Bella."

I stared right into his eyes and he never dropped his gaze. Either this guy was a fantastic liar or he was telling the truth. I suppose I would soon find out which.

"Shall we get some breakfast? There's this great little place I go to whenever I can. It's the best food in NYC." He grinned at me expectantly.

"Are you kidding me? I either go out in last night's dress with wild hair and look like a complete tramp, or I wear your shirt and a thong." I stared at him in disbelief.

Edward laughed and looked at me. "Mmm perhaps you're right, we definitely need to take this off." He kissed me softly and pushed me back onto the bed.

Oh lord he we go again. That my friends is Round Three. Ding, ding.

Edward Cullen should come with a warning. That man was dangerous to my health. I swear I lost all capability of forming thoughts, sentences, or actions which didn't revolve around kissing him or touching him. His lips didn't leave mine as he unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it from my shoulders meaning I was as naked as a baby once again.

It wasn't as frantic as it had been last night. He slowly eased inside me, kissing my lips, jaw, and throat all the time. But, just because it was less frantic it certainly didn't make it any less intense.

I shouldn't have been here, but now that I was, I intended to savour every second.

~x~

Afterwards, I asked to take a shower. Edward rolled his eyes at me and said, "Please don't ask, Bella. While you're here do as you please." He pulled me along behind him to the bathroom, handed me a huge fluffy towel and turned the shower on. "Do you need anything else?"

I laughed. "Not unless you have a spare toothbrush?"

Edward chuckled and shook his head before closing the door so I could shower in peace. I appreciated the privacy, because my head was spinning. Of course I had to use his shower gel and shampoo, which instantly reminded me of his scent and that set me off into a whirl of fantasies.

Scent, Bella? Mr. Delicious isn't a dog. Think, aroma, fragrance...

When I was done I dried my hair with the towel as best I could and then used one of his combs to detangle it again. I twirled it up into a bun and wrapped the towel under my arms. A light knock at the door made me jump and I opened it carefully. Edward's hand appeared in the small gap clutching a toothbrush. I pulled the door open and smiled at him.

"It's for a child I'm afraid, but it was the only one the store had by the counter. I didn't want you to finish in the shower and think I'd disappeared on you. Is it okay?" He was grinning at me and thrust a pink fairy toothbrush towards me.

"It's perfect, thank you, Edward." I took it from him and stepped back to brush my teeth.

He bought you a toothbrush—this man's sweetness knows no bounds.

I had to put last night's dress and underwear back on, along with those ridiculous shoes. Talk about making the walk of shame. When I finally emerged from the bathroom, Edward was sprawled on the bed.

"Breakfast?" He sat straight up and looked at me with excited eyes.

"I need to go home, Edward. I'm not going anywhere in this dress, I'll look like a complete tramp, but thanks for the offer," I told him, but this man was nearly as persistent as the girls.

"Please, Bella." His eyes sent me almost trancelike, and after a little coaxing, he had persuaded me to let him walk me home, get changed, and then go for breakfast.

As we were riding down the elevator, Edward had taken my hand and proceeded to keep it there after we had set off walking. I became very conscious that it was a busy Sunday afternoon, and there were plenty of people around who would certainly recognise him. I pulled away nervously. The last thing I wanted was for a fan to take a picture of him holding my hand in the middle of Fifth Avenue.

He could see...

To my amazement though, he completely fell under the radar. He did have a baseball cap pulled down low over his face, but to me it was still obvious it was him.

As we passed Art's on the way to my apartment, I called in to grab my bag. Art had already opened and looked at me in surprise. "Hey, Bella. What are you doing back already?" he asked in confusion. His eyebrows rose in accusation as he noticed last night's clothes and Edward stood behind me. "Ah, never mind."

"Art, she just left her bag here last night and was locked out of her apartment, that's all." Edward tried to protest on our behalf.

"Sure, sure, whatever man. I don't need to know the details," Art said with a grimace, and Edward just laughed.

I was dying of shame and mumbled a weak, "See you Tuesday," as I practically ran out of the bar.

When we arrived at my building, Edward held open the door for me.

"I'm impressed," I teased as I walked through.

Edward pouted. "I would have hoped you already were." Then he laughed loudly and I joined in, opening the door to my apartment and closing it behind him. "Don't be long, Bella, I'm wasting away here."

I started towards my bedroom, but was immediately flanked by two wide-eyed girls bursting with enthusiasm.

"Oh, good morning, Bella, nice of you to join us. That was quite a long half an hour," Alice retorted before turning her attention to Edward. "Good night last night, Edward?"

The poor guy looked terrified and I had to intercede. "Enough, Alice," I warned. "I'll be two minutes, Edward. I'll just go and get changed. Make yourself at home." I had to laugh as I saw him pull a face when I pointed to the couch.

As soon as I was in my bedroom I darted to the wardrobe and rummaged for something nice to wear. Of course Alice and Angela had followed me. They sat on my bed waiting, as I changed quickly into some three-quarter length white jeans and a yellow halter-neck top. Neither of them spoke, they just scrutinized my every move. I grabbed a thin jacket and pulled on my shoes, tidied my hair and put on some lip-gloss. As I made my move to leave, Alice sprang up and slammed the door shut.

"Oh no you don't, we want details, Bella." Alice glared. "What happened last night? Where is he taking you now? And more importantly how fantastic was he in bed?"

I sighed in frustration, I really didn't want to do this now, well not at all really, but they would never let me leave until I had given them something. I narrowed my eyes and said, "Fine, I'll give you a quick over-view. Basically, I left my bag at Art's last night and was locked out. I couldn't get in touch with you guys so I went back to Edward's place, and yes Alice I am a slut, yes it was good—fucking amazing actually, and now he's taking me to breakfast. Can I go please?" I begged.

"Wow, you slept with Edward Cullen—oh wow." Angela breathed, in almost a trance-like state.

"What exactly have you been doing this morning?" Alice asked me, although she had to know exactly what my answer would be.

"Well we...he ...we were um...busy," I mumbled as I was yet again embroiled in another vivid flashback.

"Wow, you slept with Edward Cullen again—oh wow." Angela was barely coherent.

I looked at her before adding, "Yep, Angela, I agree—wow. I'm having trouble believing it myself." Then I raced from the room.

Edward was still waiting by the door. "You could have sat down." I told him as I walked across the lounge.

"Well I was going to and then I remembered that two nights ago there was a man's bare ass pretty close to where my head would go so I decided against it." He laughed, "Ready?"

"Yep." I nodded. "Although, please don't feel obliged to ask me because of last night, Edward. I wouldn't be offended if you wanted to go with the guys or by yourself."

Edward sighed. "Look, like I said last night, I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want you to come. I spend most of my time holed up somewhere with the guys and I don't find myself such good company. Your company however, I do like—a lot. So let's go, otherwise I might collapse before we get there, I'm starving."

I called out, "Bye," to the girls and we walked back out into the street.

The weather outside was lovely again, although the bright sun almost felt like a spotlight on Edward and I, advertising him to the world.

The diner he took us to was a run down little place called Ma's. The lady behind the counter recognised him and greeted him like an old friend. Edward ordered a full English breakfast and then looked at me, waiting for my order. I suddenly had a bit of a moment, on one hand I was starving I hadn't eaten for a while, but on the other hand, I didn't want to eat a big platefull in front of Edward.

Oh no, rolling around naked in bed together is fine, but eating breakfast would be embarrassing? What is wrong with you?

I don't know how long I stood there deciding—it was clearly long enough for Edward to intercede. He chuckled and ordered me the same as him. We were shown to a booth in the corner of the diner and Edward took a seat on the bench beside me. After the waitress brought over the coffee Edward poured us both a cup. I couldn't stop myself from pulling a face as I took a sip.

"What?" he looked at me puzzled,

"Nothing, I don't really like coffee. I'll just ask for a coke," I said and started to get up. Edward put a hand on my shoulder and stood up himself.

"Sit. I'll go grab you one." I watched him walk over to the counter to get my drink.

Hard to imagine, but that arse looks even better up close and personal. Go on think about last night again and then think about this morning. Such fantastic memories.

Edward was back quickly and put a drink in front of me. "So you don't like coffee?"

"Not regular coffee. I can drink Latté's and cappuccino occasionally, but the rest of the stuff I don't touch," I informed him. "I love the smell, it's just the taste I can't stand."

Edward laughed at my ludicrous statement. "Fair enough, that's good to know."

Our breakfasts arrived a few minutes later, Edward moved to sit opposite me and I'm glad he did. The plate was huge. It was filled with bacon, sausage, egg, mushrooms, tomato, hash browns and more. It looked amazing and I dove straight in. We didn't speak much while we ate and I had soon polished off every last morsel on my plate. It was the best breakfast I'd had since I was in England.

"Wow, that was superb." I looked at Edward who was staring at my empty plate in astonishment. I frowned at him and tried to defend myself. "What? I haven't eaten since yesterday lunchtime."

Edward smiled. "That's pretty impressive, Bella, even I struggled towards the end." He leaned back against the booth and stared at me.

"I hope you saved some room for dessert?" I teased feeling extremely mischievous and daring. My behaviour was completely out of character.

Wow, get you being all seductive. Nice.

"Dessert? What's for dessert?" Edward asked, looking around him in confusion.

"Whatever you like," I whispered. I rubbed my foot against his leg and winked. Seriously, I was impressing myself with my behaviour.

Edward's mouth dropped open and his eyes widened, I think I heard the tiniest moan escape his throat before he stood quickly and dropped some money on the table. "Let's go," he growled in my ear and off we went.

We practically ran back to his apartment and the moment the elevator doors closed I assaulted him. I don't know what had come over me. I had never been this forward before. I grabbed his neck and pulled us up against the wall of the elevator. Edward chuckled against my lips but didn't try to stop. When the doors opened to his apartment he grabbed the tops of my legs and lifted me up. I wrapped myself around him and he carried us straight into the bedroom.

Ding, ding, Round four.

~x~

After the best dessert known to man, Edward had nuzzled against my neck and laughed. "I certainly prefer that to cheese-cake or ice cream."

"Somehow, I don't think that dish will make it onto many menus. It might make some of the other customers a little uncomfortable." I giggled and tried to squirm away as he rubbed his stubble against my neck.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. We'll just have to save that for take-out and home-cooked meals." He rolled back on his pillow still laughing.

Did you hear that? He's talking about the future and you're there with him.

Once again I felt very aware of the fact I was naked, in bed with Edward Cullen. Was all of this even real? My behaviour this weekend had been so out of character. I was usually so reserved; a square, Alice had often called me—even though it was with good reason. This man, however, seemed to unlock all my inhibitions and I loved it. Needing the bathroom, I sat up, pulling the sheet with me.

"Going somewhere?" Edward murmured as he sat up beside me and kissed my shoulder softly. Almost setting off my inner-animal again.

"Just to the bathroom, could you pass me my clothes please? They always seem to end up on your side of the bed."

Edward chuckled darkly. "Absolutely not. I quite like this look on you."

I rolled my eyes. There was no way I was getting up and walking butt-naked to his bathroom in the middle of the day. I wasn't that comfortable yet. "Fair enough, you either pass me something to wear or I will pee in your bed."

"Very classy." He grinned sexily but rolled to his side and reached over the bed, fishing around for clothes. I was left with a rather nice view of his sexy backside.

Stroke it, squeeze it, rub it, slap it, kiss it, bite it...

Interrupting my leering Edward rolled back over and handed me his t-shirt.

"This or nothing, I noticed this morning how much better you look in my clothes than I ever could." He lay back on his pillow with his arms behind his head.

My god even his underarm hair is sexy.

Wow, there was something seriously wrong with that.

I pulled the t-shirt on still clutching the sheet close to me. I wrestled it down as far as I could and climbed out of the bed. I sighed as I realised it barely covered my backside. I saw him look me up and down.

"See? Definitely better on you." Edward smirked as I padded to the bathroom.

Once inside I started having another moment. I sat down on the toilet and tried to calm myself down. I, Isabella Swan, was sitting in Edward Cullen's swanky apartment wearing nothing but his t-shirt, after spending the best part of twelve hours in bed with the man himself. I certainly had the luck of the Gods with me and decided I should play the lottery while I was on a roll.

Unfortunately, my moment had lasted a lot longer than I hintended and twenty minutes later I was still sitting there practising my deep breathing. After deciding it was a hopeless cause, I freshened myself up and opened the bathroom door. Edward wasn't on the bed, nor was he anywhere in the room. I saw my clothes on his bed so I dressed and wandered out of the bedroom. I couldn't see him anywhere.

"Where the bloody hell has he gone?" I muttered to myself.

After about five minutes the pessismist in me had me convinced that he had left in the hope I wouldn't be here when he got back. I grabbed my jacket and shoes and walked to the elevator. I presumed the key was only needed to get up to his floor and not to get down to the lobby. I pressed the button and waited. When the doors opened I stepped forward and almost ran straight into Edward. He was holding two polystyrene cups, and had a grin on his face which quickly turned into a frown when he saw I'd been trying to get on the elevator.

"Were you leaving?" he asked quietly,

"I...um...I didn't know where you were and I thought that you might have wanted me to go home and give you some time to yourself," I mumbled and fidgeted nervously with the buttons on my jacket.

Edward looked at me in disbelief. "Of course I didn't want you to leave, Bella. I called out and said I needed a coffee, I thought you'd heard me. I didn't get much sleep last night, remember?" He laughed and walked into the apartment. "I got you a Latté." He held out a cup to me.

"Sorry, I just didn't want to outstay my welcome, you know?"

He tipped my chin up and kissed me softly. "I don't think that's possible. You're great company, Bella. I'm having a lot of fun with you."

"I'm having fun with you too. Thanks for the drink," I said, unable to keep the smile from my face. I followed him over to the couch and sat down taking a sip of my latte which tasted wonderful. "Wow, this is really good. Where's it from?"

"A kiosk just outside." He was sitting close beside me, and rested one hand on my leg. "Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?"

I laughed. "Not unless being tortured for information by my roommates counts as a plan? They were spitting feathers when I left earlier."

"Yeah, I expect I'll get that from the guys on the flight to LA tomorrow." Edward laughed too. "So, if you don't have anything better to do, do you feel like hanging out with me for the afternoon?"

"Hanging out? What did you have in mind?" I clarified, not sure if he was just after round...God knows what we were up to by now...or if he wanted to do something else.

"Well I do have something I'd quite like to do. Unless there's somewhere else you'd rather go?" His eyes were twinkling mischievously.

"I'll leave it to you Edward. I'm not the superstar who'll be trying to fly under the radar." I grinned at him, taking another drink, this stuff was good and after last night I certainly needed the caffeine.

"Good point, but famous or not, if I was with you I'd never fly under the radar. Too many people notice you wherever you go." He winked and nudged me with his shoulder.

"Wow, Edward, very smooth. You know all the good lines don't you?" I rolled my eyes and giggled at him. But his words sent a chill through me, I had to fly under the radar, my life here in New York depended on exactly that.

"No line, Bella, I'm just being honest." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, if it's up to me, then I know the perfect place we can go. Come on." Edward jumped up and grabbed my hand pulling me up at the same time.

As I stood up he kissed me and didn't stop for a few minutes. I could taste the coffee on his lips and feel his stubble tickling my chin.

When he did finally move away, he licked his lips and murmured, "Mmmm, those Latte's do taste good." He didn't let go of my hand and walked us over to the elevator.

On the way down he kissed me again and I nearly asked if we could skip going out and just go back upstairs.

I couldn't grasp what this guy was thinking. I had assumed that all the flirting he had done over the past week was just a bit of fun, and the moment we'd woken up this morning, that would have been that. But it seemed as though he did want to spend more time with me. If this was just sex then surely we would never have left his apartment? Trying to fathom what was happening was slowly sending me out of my mind.

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