Disclaimer: It is with a heavy heart that I admit that the exclusive rights to Twilight aren't mine, nor will they ever be.
AN: This is my first Fanfiction, so please be gentle with me. Many thanks to the fine fine Betas with Project Team Beta, because without them, I would not know where to put a comma (and I still don't). And in no way shape or form to I condone adultery.
Thanks for the great response to this story, all the readers and everyone that put this story on alert.
BPOV
The next couple of days, my routine of work and painting are the only things normal in my life. What is abnormal is Edward.
Edward starts to hang around me. We have lunch everyday but Tuesday when the guys play golf. He continues to stare at me, but is no longer glaring. He's a nice guy when he wants to be. I discover that he is extremely intelligent, has more book smarts than common sense, plays the piano and the guitar, and has a witty mouth that has become a fascination of mine to watch when he speaks. God, the things I bet he can do with that mouth. He is acting like a normal person instead of the stick-up-my-ass Edward that I had originally been introduced to.
When I'm not on the stand or dealing with the normal day-to-day duties of the pool, he is usually hanging around the front desk with me, talking about everything and anything. At first I think it's a little creepy, like he is coming on to me. But that couldn't be. Alice would never encourage Edward to pursue me. He blushes at some of my comments and acts like a boy with a school crush. Thankfully, we find a nice rhythm of conversation and the awkwardness stops.
Wednesday rolls around and it's the day for the boys to pay up on the wager. We'd agreed that that they would spend all day at the Cullen house pampering us, scantily clad as Chip-n-Dale waiters.
It's early morning and I have been up for a few hours, working on a new piece for my art portfolio when I hear my doorbell ring.
"Who the hell is that?" I mumble as I head downstairs.
I approach the door and look through the peephole to see a smiling, no grinning like a schoolgirl, Edward.
"What are you doing here?" I ask as I open the door.
Edward stops grinning and is raking his eyes up and down my body. Oh fuck, I forgot to put a little something more on before answering the door. I am standing there in a too tight tank top, no bra and lacey boy shorts. I glare back at him. "Do you see something you like?"
He clears his throat and steps one foot into the house. "Yes," he purrs back.
He grins and winks. "I'm here to pick you up for your day of pampering," he explains.
"Oh." My whole body reacts with a full on blush, but I don't bother to cover up. He sees me in a bathing suit almost everyday, so there's probably nothing showing that he hasn't seen before. I turn to head back upstairs to clean up and I hear him growl behind me. I glance over my shoulder at him and he is almost panting. Guess he does like what he sees.
"Come on in. I'll be just a few minutes."
I clean up my brushes, get dressed and head back down stairs.
Edward is in my living room looking at some of the pictures on the mantel. He is wearing shiny black pants, flip-flops and a zip up hoodie.
Before I can tease him about his attire, he is asking me questions. "Is this your mother?" he asks pointing to one of the pictures.
"Yes, that picture was taken after Emmett was born but before I was born. She was a very happy mom."
"Sorry about your loss," he quietly states.
"No worries. It was a long time ago." I pause. "So what do you have planned for us today?" I say, changing the subject quickly.
"First a quick breakfast, then a body massage, followed by lunch, a foot massage and a pedicure, some leisure activities and a nice quiet dinner," he states as he extends his arm to escort me from my house.
"Sounds lovely."
He takes my bag and I lock up the house. I turn to follow him down the stairs and stop dead in my tracks when I see the car that he has driven.
In the driveway behind my Jeep is an exquisite shiny black Audi A5 Coupe. This car is a complete mixture of sex and luxury. If I had the means, I would get one myself; there's nothing like a fast sexy car. Thanks Aro for spoiling me!
"Holy Fuck!"
"Is something wrong, Bella?" he asks.
"New car?" I point to the obvious.
"Yeah, the dealer got it done early so Jasper and I went down yesterday after golf to pick it up."
I approach the car, run my finger over the hood, and let out a low whistle.
"I haven't even seen this model up close. How does it drive?" I purr.
"Just beautiful."
I look up and Edward is staring at me and not the car. I blush. "Hmm, would you like to drive it?" he asks dangling the keys.
I saunter over and place myself closer to him than I would normally allow, and slowly wrap my hand around the keys. "Yes," I purr.
He blushes this time and grins. Silly Edward.
I giggle and run over to the driver's side, unlock the door and climb in, easing myself into the molded car seat. "Oooo," I hum.
"I didn't take you for a car lover," Edward says, smirking.
"I lean over the center console close to his ear and whisper, "And wouldn't you like to know what kind of lover I can be?"
I smirk and ease back into the driver's seat, place the key in the ignition, start up and take off.
Aro was always very generous in letting me drive all of his cars. Even when I was with James, he let me test drive everything that they had in the garage. I have had my ass in some of the finest cars on the west coast: a red Ferrari 250 GTO, a yellow Lamborghini 350GT, a silver Audi TT and my personal favorite, which was James' car of choice, a black Porsche 928. Thank you, Mr. Tom Cruise.
Jasper and Edward leave Alice and myself alone on the back patio, to enjoy a simple breakfast of fresh fruit and yogurt, then come back to bring us inside to find not just one, but two professional massage tables set up in the living room. Alice is jumping up and down, giggling and clapping her hands. The guys hand us both robes and push us off to the bathroom.
We step into the bathroom stripping and putting the robes on.
"So what do you think so far, Bella?" Alice begins.
"Think about what, Alice?"
"The future of the stock market. What do you fucking think I'm talking about? Edward."
"What about him?" I grin back at her.
"I can't help but notice that he has been very nice recently," she ponders.
"Yes, he has. You didn't have anything to do with that, did you?" I ask.
"Who, me?" She giggles. "I might have mentioned to him what an asshole he has been and that you really have done nothing to deserve it and that he should play nice. And he might have mentioned to me that he would like to get to know you better," she says all in one breath.
"Fuck, Alice," I whine.
"Just enjoy the day, Bella. You deserve to be pampered," she tells me.
We come out of the bathroom and find the guys each standing beside a table, each wearing shiny black pants, hanging so low that their v's are prominent, no shirts, oiled up chests and little red bowties, barefoot, finished off with towels draped over their arms like waiters. They have several candles lit throughout the room giving off a lovely relaxing feeling.
They motion for us to come to the tables. Then they leave to step out of the room so that we can get comfortable under the sheets on the tables. I step out of my robe and crawl under, face down. I am nervous, but who wouldn't be? Edward Cullen is getting ready to rub me, massage me and make me moan. Drip.
EPOV
We're standing in the kitchen waiting for Alice and Bella to get comfortable on the tables that we rented for today. I know that it's a little overboard to have actual professional tables, but we both wanted to give them the best in pampering.
I'm still floored by Bella's response to my car. I don't think my dick has calmed down either, not that this outfit is helping to hide my hard-on. What more could a man ask for, a beautiful, sexy woman like Bella who loves cars, driving my car, purring as she turns the wheel. Fuck, that's better than foreplay.
"Calm down man," Jasper whispers.
I nod. For the next hour, I get to have my hands on Bella, all parts of Bella. I look down at my hard-on that hasn't left since Bella greeted me in that not-so-there outfit. Sorry buddy. Hopefully you'll get your turn, soon.
"We're ready!" Alice hollers from the other room.
Taking a deep breath, I follow behind Jasper, pick up the remote from the table and hit play. Smooth instrumental sounds fill the room. Bella is laying face down with the sheet pulled down to the middle of her back. She has her arms pulled up hanging off the front of the table. Her eyes are closed. I can see the edge of her breasts smashed against the table. Fuck me.
Coming to stand by the side of the table I rub my hands together to make sure that they are warm, grab the massage oil and pour a good amount into my hands.
"Let me know if this is too cold," I whisper to Bella.
"Hmm," she replies.
She is comfortable, almost like she is going to go to sleep. I look over and see Alice and Jasper looking at me. I shrug my shoulders and start on Bella's back. Fuck me, she's groaning.
I lean down to her head and whisper. "Bella, you need to stop groaning."
"And why is that?" she smoothly replies.
"Because you sound like I'm fucking you."
Her eyes pop open and she is gawking at me. "Is that an invitation?" she winks and closes her eyes again.
"Bella!" Alice scolds.
Bella opens her eyes. "Sorry, Edward."
"Um, no problem." I choke out.
The girls talk while we work on them, with Jasper and I contributing to the conversation occasionally.
Bella has an amazing body, very lean and muscular, but not like a body builder. You can tell that she's athletic. Her legs are the best part, those thighs, and the curve of her ass. Yep, got to rub the pert ass. And yes she is naked underneath this sheet.
But her body isn't the thing that I notice the most during the massage; I notice the feeling of electricity that is passing back and forth between my hands and her body. It's like she is emitting an electrical charge and my hands are stimulating the charge dragging it around her body. Completely amazing.
I have the sheet pushed up so that it is basically just covering her ass, I'm working on her hamstrings and her upper leg near where I want to bury my head, and I can swear that she is wet. Not like sweating wet; she's wet as in aroused wet. Could I be turning her on?
All and all, I would say that that is the best massage that I have ever given in my life, and from the sounds that Bella is making, it is the best one that she has ever received. She has practically melted into the table by the time I finish.
We leave the girls to recover from the massages, and set up a small lunch on the patio. After lunch we leave the girls to set up the pedicures. Jasper is going to administer Alice's pampering in her bedroom and bathroom and I am going to handle Bella's in mine. Bella in my bedroom. Down boy!
I'm in my bathroom filling up a pitcher of warm water for Bella's pedicure when I hear a knock at my bedroom door.
"Come on in. I'll be just a minute. Have a seat on the couch," I state.
When I come out with the pitcher, Bella is standing in front of the windows, gazing out at the landscape. I place the pitcher on the floor near everything that I have set up and approach her from behind.
"Lovely view, Edward. I've never been up here before," she explains.
"Yes, it's quite lovely." I place my hands on her shoulders and turn her to lead her back to the couch.
I'm trying to restrain myself, specifically my cock. I can smell the coconut oil from the massage and all I want is to place her on the bed and worship her by making her scream my name over and over again.
BPOV
I sit down on the couch, and Edward sits down on the floor in front of me. I'm glad that I decided to change back into my t-shirt and shorts instead of staying in the robe like Alice. Nothing like flashing the girly bits. But I can imagine what will be going down in Alice's room during the next couple of hours; she wouldn't need to get dressed anyway.
He has everything laid out beside him, all the necessary tools, polish and scrubs. Edward takes my left foot, removes my flip-flop and places it in the tub on the floor in front of him, then repeats with my right foot. There are tiny petals and small beads in the tub. He takes the pitcher of water and runs it over my feet. The petals and beads release a warm coconut scent when the water hits them, relaxing me immediately.
I am nervous about this part of the day. I should have been nervous about his hands all over my backside. He was almost growling the whole time, and as the massage went on, his growling turned into purring.
But a pedicure, a foot massage? That is different, completely sensual to me; if he thinks I was groaning and moaning before, he is sorely mistaken. My feet are definitely one of the most sensitive erogenous zones on my body.
I am watching all the moves that he is making, paying particular attention to his tongue slipping in and out of his mouth, licking his lips. Can I help you with that?
He looks up and smiles that amazing crooked grin at me and I melt on the inside. He lifts my left foot out of the tub, and places it on the towel that he has on his knee. Then takes a tube of foot scrub, applies a liberal amount, and starts to rub and massage my foot.
I groan and lean back against the back of the couch.
"God, that feels so good Edward," I coo. What the fuck? I'm cooing now.
He doesn't reply, but continues to massage my foot. He places it back in the tub and repeats the massage on my other foot. He is gentle with my feet, almost worshiping them, applying the right amount of pressure, eliciting the same wonderful sounds that come from my mouth during sex. Hmm, Edward and sex. Stop that Swan!
Once he is done massaging, he proceeds to give me a pedicure, one thing that I never, ever thought I would see a straight guy do. He finishes up by painting my toes a very bright cherry red.
"There, all done," he states.
I look down at my toes and smile, and then I lift my gaze to Edward to see him beaming with pride. Smug little bastard.
"Thank you," I whisper.
I stay seated on his couch while he cleans up everything. Looking around his room, I observe that it is completely Edward. There are tons of books, CD's, even a nice vinyl collection, with everything neatly organized. He has an impressive stereo system. The remote is on the edge of the couch; I pick it up and hit play. Immediately, the room is filled with beautiful music from a piano, nothing that I recognize, but very lovely and warm.
He rushes out of the bathroom, grabs the remote from me and turns off his stereo.
"Sorry," he says, blushing. "I don't mean to be rude. I'm.... just not ready."
"Ready for what?"
"Nothing." He turns, throws the remote on the bed and returns to the bathroom.
I stand up and walk over to the bathroom door determined to continue this conversation. Before I can get a word out of my mouth, Edward speaks.
"Don't ask Bella. I can't talk about this right now."
"Okay, Edward." I walk into the bathroom, place my hand on his back and rub small circles to reassure him. He looks so confused.
Right now, I am confused. There is no doubt that I am attracted to Edward, but I know that I can't act on this attraction. I don't deserve happiness. I only deserve loneliness. My past actions have marked me, barring me from any future happiness.
He closes his eyes. "Thank you."
EPOV
She doesn't know that I have written a song for her. It started to compose itself in my head the first day that I met her, not even realizing that she was the cause. But since last week, I have come to the realization that it's for her. I've started putting it down on paper, working it out on the piano and finally recording some to listen. It's not complete; I want to add a track of guitar to the song. It has to be perfect for her.
Bella rubs my back, and the motion is soothing. I look up in the mirror and see her looking sad in her reflection and tired. I turn to face her, raise my hand and stroke her cheek. Please be happy. She breathes, and relaxes into my hand. I can't help it, I have to, and I lean in and kiss her gently on the lips.
"Don't," she whispers, pulling back. "I'm no good for you."
Before I can ask why, there is a knock at my door.
"You guys ready for a movie?" Alice asks, entering my bedroom.
I take Bella's hand and lead her out of the bathroom.
"Um, sure. What movie?" Bella asks.
"Ladies' choice," Jasper replies.
The rest of the day is less tense than those few moments in my bathroom. We watch a movie, eat some dinner and I drive Bella home. I want to talk to her, understand what she is thinking and what she meant by telling me that she isn't good for me. God, I wish I could read her mind.
"Bella, talk to me. What's going on in your mind?" I ask, pulling up to her house and cutting the engine.
"Nothing, Edward," she says before pausing. "I know that I can't be what you want me to be for you. I'm not that girl."
"Don't you think I have the right to make that decision for myself?"
"Not in this case. Things are the way that they are, and they can't be changed." What the hell is she talking about?
"Bella, can't we talk about this. I just want to spend time with you," I say. "I like you."
She shakes her head and reaches for the door handle. I grab her wrist and she pauses.
"I'm sorry Edward," she whispers.
As much as I want to jump out of the car, walk her to her door and kiss her goodnight, I hesitate. She is tense and has been since the kiss-her emotions evident in her body language. Way to fuck this up asshole.
So, I let her go. I watch as she makes her way toward her empty house, head bowed and shoulders slouched, her body the picture of utter defeat as she enters and closes the door.
AN: One note about the car details in this chapter. I love cars, and these are some of my favorites (and for those who don't get the reference, that Porsche is the one that Tom Cruise drove in Risky Business). I look at the collection of cars that Aro has like the collection of vampires/powers that he has in the books. One vice for another.
