Guest Reviewers – If this offends you so much —please stop reading. I really don't need lectures on my "moral compass." This is simply a work of fiction and I know as I stated in chapter one reality has very little to do with it. There are those who are enjoying the break from real life, which is what it was intended to do.

Now… we continue.

I sat on the couch, my fingers tracing the rim of my wine glass over and over again, my mind reliving the last few days.

Especially the mind blowing orgasms I had at the hands … and cock ... of Edward.

I sighed in confusion. Why was it so powerful? I had never experienced anything like it. I shivered, remembering the fast, frantic pace he had set both times. How his fingers had felt the first time inside me. The deep timbre of his voice as he uttered dirty words into my ear while gripping me; his thrusts hard and deep. It was exactly what I had flippantly told Rose I wanted. Hot, hard and fast.

And I had loved it.

But it wasn't sex with a stranger.

Somehow I knew him. My body knew him.

My head dropped into my hands.

It felt like I belonged to him. How was that possible?

How had words uttered to shock someone led to this?

Who was he?

I looked down at my list I had been scribbling, as I sipped my wine.

Tall

Large hands

Short hair—worn off face?

His face was smooth shaven

Wears sweaters

Low commanding voice, almost rough sounding. Gravelly and deep.

Smells dark and spicy, tastes like coffee and mints … and sugar

Could see me, hear me (mind reader?)

Edward

Even as I chuckled over my mind reader comment, my mind kept thinking.

He controlled everything in the copy room; when and how he came in, when the lights went out and came on. He never let me see his face directly. He always kept my back against his chest, unless he spun me around to kiss me and even then, he did it so quickly I had no chance to try and make out any of his facial characteristics in the dark. When he tilted my head, up his face was already so close there was no way I could see anything. Once he started kissing me I was too lost to care about anything except I didn't want him to stop. If he held me against him chest to chest, he kept my face gently but firmly pressed against him so I couldn't look up.

I had checked the company directory. There was no Edward listed. But he had to be there. In my bullpen. He knew too much. He saw too much.

He was too much.

But there was no one I could see that fit what I knew about Edward. Many of the men were tall. Many wore sweaters. More wore dress shirts. The one exception was Masen, who always wore t-shirts, usually creased and torn unless we were having a meeting. Most of the guys had short hair. Jasper's was long, Emmett's was curly and Masen's was shaggy on top, always hanging in his face and he would often push it back from his forehead, only for it to fall back right away. The only time I saw it away from his face was when he pushed his glasses up on his head and leaned back in his chair, stretching his long limbs as he yawned loudly or laughed raucously at something Jasper said. And often Masen's face held at least a day's growth of scruff.

I shook my head, unsure why Masen kept coming into my thoughts. Except for being tall, he didn't match any of the other things I knew about my mystery lover. Masen was shy and his voice almost as soft as mine. Even when he spoke louder than normal his voice had a smooth, velvety texture; not remotely gruff. He kept to himself and other than being quietly supportive, sharing the occasional cup of coffee or lunch, and his friendly smile, he had nothing to do with me. I certainly never saw him watching me and he had never given me any indication he was interested in me in any capacity other than a friend and co-worker. He was kind to everyone, not just me. There was no reason why his face kept coming to mind. He had a great smile, but I certainly couldn't imagine his mouth working mine the way Edward's had done earlier; he simply didn't fit the image.

My fingers traced my lips. Just the thought of Edward's skillful, commanding mouth covering mine, made me ache with desire. For those few, perfect moments the last few days I had felt alive in a way I had never had before.

And I wanted to feel it again.

I wanted … Edward.

I sighed with a small shiver. There was probably no point in thinking about this anymore. I had no idea if he would ever appear behind me in the copy room again. Despite his words earlier, he might disappear as quickly as he had shown up in my life. Maybe once he had what he wanted and what he knew I wanted, it was done.

I drained my wine glass and stood up. My mind might have been humming, but my body was tired. I needed to sleep.

My phone buzzed.

Wear a skirt again, Isabella. I'm already longing to feel your hot wetness wrapped around me. And I will – tomorrow.

Suddenly my body wasn't as tired anymore.

*()*

"Why do you look so exhausted?" Rose frowned as she studied my face the next day at lunch. She was particularly grumpy today. She hated working on the weekend.

I shrugged self-consciously. "Couldn't sleep last night."

"Why?"

Again I shrugged. There was no way I could tell her what happened the last couple days or why I couldn't settle last night. Just the thought of his hands on me today, his mouth on mine, had ensured a restless night of tossing and turning, wondering why it wasn't morning yet. I looked around the lunch room, which was full and noisy wondering if he was here. If he could see me, or hear me. "Just couldn't, you know?"

Rose shook her head. "No, actually, I don't. I sleep like the dead." Her eyes narrowed at me. "Is something wrong, Bella? You know, you've been very quiet the last couple days."

"Everything is fine."

I looked around again. No one was even glancing my way. Well, one person was… At the table across from ours, Jasper and Masen were sitting playing some video game between them, and Emmett was staring unabashedly at Rose with an intense look of longing on his face. He caught my eye and shrugged, chuckling, not at all embarrassed at being caught looking. Masen glanced up, looked at Emmett, looked our way and shook his head, before grinning at me and looking back to his screen. We all knew about Emmett's feelings for Rose.

Rose looked over and rolled her eyes.

"Why don't you give him a chance?"

"He wants more than I want to give."

I looked at her sadly. "You could be missing out on the best thing in your life. He adores you, Rose."

She shook her head at me. "Listen to you with the relationship advice. I can't even get you to come to a bar with me. You'll never meet anyone here or the 'women's only' gym, which seem to be the only two places you ever go." She leaned forward. "Bella, you need to get out. Just relax and live for the moment."

"What do you mean?"

"You always give so much of yourself, Bella. I watched you with Riley, give and give while he took and took from you. I get it; you're a relationship kind of girl. But maybe you need to go out with a few guys, have fun, and simply … enjoy yourself. No commitments. Just see what's out there."

I started to shake my head but she held up her hand. "I'll make you a deal. I'll go out with Emmett – once; one date. But you have to come to the bar with me. Very soon."

I hesitated, knowing how much it would mean to Emmett. He had always treated me well; been kind and supportive, especially after the split with Riley. "So, if I agree to go to the bar with you, you'll agree to go out with Emmett? And, you'll keep an open mind on your date? Really give Emmett a chance?"

Rose nodded. "As long as you keep an open mind at the bar."

I pursed my lips. One night. A few drinks. I could handle that. "Deal."

*()*

I walked out of James' office shaking my head. His paranoia was getting worse. I quickly drafted up an order to the purchasing department for his own shredder, since now the one beside the main copier, everyone else used, wasn't good enough. He wanted one at his desk. I hit send and grabbed the few documents he wanted copied. Normally, if I only had a few I used the copier here in the bullpen, but if I did that, then there was no chance of Edward. My stomach clenched simply at the thought.

Grabbing my stuff, I looked around. A few people were missing. Masen had already stood up and disappeared into Alice's office, laptop in hand. Rose was talking to Emmett, who was looking at her enthralled, and I had to smile. At least my night of torture would give him the chance he so longed for. It would be worth it.

I walked into the copy room, flicking on the light and walking toward the copier. I hadn't made it more than a few steps when the hairs on the back of my neck prickled with anticipation. He was waiting for me. I heard the flick of the light switch behind me before I was grabbed and pulled backward, his arms holding me tightly.

"Edward ..." I breathed.

"Isabella." Warm wet lips were immediately at my throat, and I couldn't help the low moan that broke through my lips. His arms tightened around me and my head fell back, allowing him more access to my neck. I felt his teeth nip sharply at my skin and I gasped softly.

We stood, not moving as his mouth licked and bit up and down my neck.

"Do I have to mark you, Isabella? Is that what it will take?"

"Wh … what?" I shivered at the possessive tone to his voice.

"You can forget your little deal with Rose, Isabella. You're not going out to any bar with her, you understand?" His mouth was now directly over my ear.

"You're mine. No one touches you but me," he growled, spinning me around and covering my mouth with his. Immediately, he invaded my mouth, his tongue hard and possessive, his hands holding my head, controlling all our movements. I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding myself tightly against him, feeling the hardness of his body and the ridged jut of his cock pressing against me. My mind was whirling with chaotic thoughts; there was anger over his demanding words, even while a small thrill of yearning coursed through me at his jealousy. Nobody had ever been possessive of me before. A deep desire spiked within me for the way he controlled my body, along with confusion as to why I so desperately wanted him to do even more.

Gasping, I pulled my face away, only to have it pushed into his chest as we held each other close.

"You don't get to make that kind of decision for me," I rasped. "You don't own me—nobody owns me."

He chuckled lowly as he bent, lifting me onto the table, bunching up my skirt before he sat me on the surface. He stood between my legs, dropping his face down to my neck, his voice a quiet rumble in my ear. "Is that so, Isabella?" His lips moved across my cheek, as he ground his erection against me. "Well, we'll just have to see about that ... won't we?"

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