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storyline - "Informant"
prompt - However
He smirked. "I'm on top of a really pretty girl. What do you think I'm doing?"
In a way it was still hard to believe that someone who looked like him thought I was pretty. I wasn't about to fight it, however. "So is this like high school? Bump n' grind?"
"Oh no," he said, sort of groaning and laughing as he rolled to his side. "R. Kelly songs? Really?"
I started giggling too, also turning on to my side so I could cuddle up to him. "Hey, I'm down if you're down…"
"Nah, you're probably right. If we keep on doing this I'm not going to be able to stop myself next time." He frowned. "Wait, that doesn't sound right – I'd be able to stop, I just wouldn't want to."
I rolled my eyes, sitting up. "I know what you meant, silly. And anyway maybe I wouldn't want you to stop." The words popped out before I really thought about what I was saying and I bit my tongue, mortified. He probably thought I was a brazen hussy.
Although, he had been dry humping me about a minute ago. Maybe we were both horndogs.
He still hadn't responded to my remark and I glanced down at him anxiously. "What?"
"I'm considering what you said."
"Ah."
Considering as in, thinking about doing it for real? Or in a more abstract way?
"I've been incredibly attracted to you since the day we met. And it wasn't long before I saw that you felt the same way. If we went ahead and had sex, though, I think I'd feel like I'd was taking advantage of you." He sat up, putting his arm around me.
"I can understand that," I said softly. "But I really like you. I wouldn't feel like you were taking advantage of me, Edward."
The moment had passed though, and maybe that was for the best.
I'd only known Edward for what – two weeks? Three?
"I'll call as soon as I land. Promise."
His voice already sounded so far away.
"Yeah… do that. Have a safe flight, okay?" I said, trying to keep things light.
"Thanks, Liz. Bye."
I waited until the call disconnected and then placed my phone on the dresser.
Edward had to go to Miami for three days to for a "work" obligation. Needless to say I couldn't ask just what that meant; it was probably a case similar to mine except he would be escorting the witness to their next location, not staying with them. This was his life, and he was good at what he did. His job was the only reason I knew who he was at all. His being gone for just three days should be nothng, except, it wasn't.
I wasn't sure if these feelings for Edward were welcome or more of a hindrance. I mean, new relationships are always fun and exciting, but in this case I sometimes worried that I was clinging to him simply because of who he represented. He was my protector.
Frankly it was all very "The Bodyguard"… except I was no Whitney Houston and Edward, in my opinion, was much hotter than Kevin Costner.
My phone rang, startling from my inane train of thought.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Liz? It's Rosalie Hale – from the nursery?"
"Oh! Hi, Rosalie. How are you?"
"I'm great, thanks. Listen, we're getting together tonight and I wanted to know if you'd come. I know Edward's gonna be out of town, I'd hate for you to be bored on a Friday night."
Well, this was unexpected. "Um, sure. Like around what time?"
"I'm thinking eight? I'll pick you up from Esme's."
"Okay, sounds good. Thanks, Rosalie…"
"No problem! It'll be fun."
It occurred to me, in the shower, that Edward had probably told his friends to keep me busy while he was gone.
The thought made me smile.
Edward was taking the redeye, coming in to Bradley International around dawn. It sucked I wouldn't be able to see him – Tuesday marked my second full day of work.
Monday had been okay. While the work could be physically demanding, I was a quick learner and found myself getting into a routine almost immediately. Plus, Rose (she told me she preferred to be called that) and Jasper were patient and a lot of fun. He was pretty easygoing while she was definitely a "Type A", but they both made me feel welcome.
The best part about my job was that days went by quickly.
"Liz, your ride's here," Jasper called.
Drying my hands on my jeans, I quickly grabbed my bag and went toward the gate, not wanting Esme to have to wait for me.
"Thanks, Jasper," I said, passing him as he came back into the house.
He winked. "No worries."
My heart skipped a beat when I saw Edward's SUV in the drive instead of Esme's little pick up. He waved from the driver's seat, a small smile on his face.
Grinning like an idiot, I jogged over and jumped into the passenger's seat, not caring that I probably had smudges of dirt on my face and messy hair. "Hey!"
"Hey yourself," he replied, leaning over to kiss me briefly. "How's it been, working here?"
"I really like it, actually," I said, sighing inwardly when he rested his hand on my knee. "I think I'm going to stay on."
"Good." He nodded, leaving the dirt road we we'd been on for the main one. "I used to work for their parents during the summer back in the day… it can be a lot of fun."
"I bet. So, thanks for picking me up. I totally was not expecting this."
He shrugged. "I don't have to head into the office till tomorrow, so it's cool."
I nodded, admiring the way the setting sun made everything lush and warm.
"You want to get dinner?"
"Only if I can go home and shower first," I laughed, looking down at my grass stains.
"Nah, you're fine like that," he teased, squeezing my knee.
"Ha ha," I droned sarcastically. Secretly though, I loved it.
