I'm so glad everyone enjoyed the first gift. Now for Edward's reaction to the hugging incident. Enjoy!

AN: I do not own Twilight.

EPOV

After finishing my fuck awesome frappacchino, I spent the better part of an hour tearing my office apart looking for the motherfucking flash drive. I had a meeting later that day and I needed that information. I had been in such a desperate frenzy that I didn't even hear Bella come it until her soft melodic voice asked me if what she had in her hand was what I was looking for.

Halle-fucking-luiah.

I hadn't even thought, I just acted and the next thing I knew I had her wrapped up in a hug. She was all soft and molded perfectly into my arms. She had this smell. It wasn't overbearing like the perfume that Jessica usually wears. It was just enough to want to make me inhale deliberately. Green apples, I think. And a touch of cinnamon, maybe.

It had been a long time since I had any woman for any reason in my embrace like this. I hadn't realized I missed it so. It felt so…right.

Whoa…this is Bella…your employee.

Holy shit, what the hell was I thinking? This was not appropriate. Even if she did save my life Bella did not deserve to have her personal space invaded like that. And the fact that I had been sniffing her…on purpose.

Oh God, I'm going to get sued for sexual harassment.

I quickly released her and took a step back. I was embarrassed by my behavior and waited to get slapped. But it never came. Instead, Bella got all flustered and mumbled something about having to get to work and ran out of the office as fast as possible. I watched her scurry out and was struck by how much her reaction unnerved me.

Look what you did, asshole.

I would have to apologize. Make it up to her. I didn't want her to think I was some kind of pervert that went around pulling people into hugs and smelling them. Even if it was exactly what I did.

Initially I had done it because I was fucking relieved that I was not going to look like an idiot at my meeting. Why I held her there and didn't just let her go after the appropriate three seconds, well I just couldn't answer that. All I know is that on some level I liked it.

Pushing that though aside, I gathered my composure and went out to Bella's desk with the intent to apologize. When I got there she had her head down reading a book, her finger stopping at a particular part as she wrote some notes down on a legal pad. Her hair was blocking her face and at that moment I realized she had left it down today. I don't think I had ever seen it down.

When she heard me she immediately stood up nervously in anticipation.

Hmm. I don't think I've ever seen her in a skirt either. And that blue…it's nice. She looks nice.

"Um, Bella. I just wanted to apologize for hugging you like that. I don't know what came over me and I promise it won't happen again." A tiny scowl flashed across her face before it smoothed out.

"I mean, I wouldn't want to offend you or make you feel uncomfortable in any way. You've been such a Godsend with this case. If you would like to go back to Jasper I would understand."

Please…don't.

"No, no, you need the help here. And really Edward, no apology is necessary. You were just happy and relieved. It was a normal human reaction. I completely understand." She smiled a little and I smiled back glad that she was being so awesome about this.

"Okay, then. Great." A desire to hug it out bubbled up and I quickly pushed it back to wherever the hell it came from. I was such an idiot sometimes. "I have a meeting at eleven so I'll be out for a couple of hours. Do you think you can look into the past practices of the insurance company? Find out what and who they have covered in the last ten years?"

"I've actually already started and my preliminary findings show that they have had a history of denying claims. I was going to dig a little deeper today."

Fuck, she was good at her job.

"Like I said, a Godsend. Thank you, Bella. I'll see you this afternoon."

"Sure thing, Edward."

A couple hours later I was back at the firm from a relatively successful meeting. Bella and Paul were not at their desks. Mrs. Cope, my secretary, told me that they had gone to lunch and that my mail and messages were on my desk. Out of all the secretaries, I just happened to get the best one. Mrs. Cope was extremely organized and never missed a thing. I was very lucky to have her.

Entering my office I noticed right away a decent sized green box with a red ribbon around it.

What is this?

I already have gotten my Secret Santa gift today, so this didn't make sense. Curiosity got the best of me as I quickly undid the ribbon and opened the box. The sweet smell of baked goods immediately assaulted my nose. Inside were eight of the most delicious looking cinnamon buns. Perfectly round with a cinnamon spiral starting from the center working its way out. They were big, fresh, dripping with icing, and certainly not store bought. The inside top of the box had a small envelope taped to it. I quickly ripped it off and took out the note.

Dear Edward,

When I was a little kid my grandmother always made these at Christmas time. Every year I would go to her house and watch her make dozens of them for her family and the neighbors. When she was done, she would get one for each of us and we would sit down at the kitchen table and enjoy each other's company while we enjoyed her creation. She never shared her recipe with anyone until right before she died when she gave it to me.

I wanted to share them with you because they make me think of you. You see, I like all kinds of buns. Including yours.

Until tomorrow,

Your Secret Santa

What the fuck?

This person obviously went through a lot of trouble to make these. And the story behind them was so sweet and personal. But the last line?

This person liked my buns?

My hand immediately flew to my ass. Someone liked my ass?

God I hope it's a fucking woman.

With the note in hand I stepped out side my office. "Mrs. Cope? Do you know who delivered the green box on my desk?" She didn't stop talking or even bothered to look up at me.

"Yes, Garrett did."

"Garrett? Who is Garrett?" Panic began to well up inside of me. Mrs. Cope stopped momentarily so that she could roll her eyes. I obviously should have known the answer to that question.

"Garrett, the guy who has worked in the mailroom and has delivered the mail since, I don't know, 2008 maybe."

Oh, that Garrett. Who am I kidding? I still have no idea who she's talking about.

"Oh, that Garrett." Nice save there, Cullen. "Did he say who it was from?"

"Nope." Mrs. Cope went on typing. She was done with this conversation.

"Okay, thanks." I went back into my office and looked down once more at the box of mouth-watering cinnamon buns. Whoever this person was, they had my attention. I picked one up, ignoring the mess it was creating in my hand, and took a bite.

Fuck, that's good.

I couldn't wait for tomorrow.

Thank you so much for reading, everyone! ~Isannah