BPOV
"ughhh," I groaned as my alarm clock went off. I rolled onto my side and moved it to snooze.
"Morning babe," Edward said to me. He placed a slight kiss on my lips, knowing we both probably had morning breath.
"Morning," I smiled, "how'd you sleep?"
"Great. I was next to you of course," then he dazzled me with his eyes. The night before was great. Edward came over to help with the moving in stuff and after only an hour or so, we were all done. After Alice, Esme, Rose and Renee, Edward cooked me the most delicious meal I have ever had. After eating, we made our way to the couch to watch a movie. I will never forget the sensation that ran through my body when I was that close to him. Neither of us wanted the night to end, so I opted for Edward to stay with me, being that it was my first night in my own place.
"Breakfast?" Edward asked, perking up.
"Ah sorry sweetie, I can't. I have a job interview at the local News and Observer. Didn't I tell you?"
"No you didn't but that's great," he said.
"Rain check?"
"Of course," Edward said, looking deep into my eyes. Edward pulled me in close to him and I sniggled into his chest. I looked up at him and he placed a kiss on my lips. Just then, in the middle of our kiss, my alarm went off again.
"Ugh, I gotta get ready," I groaned and rolled over. "Let me take a shower and I'll be right out. Make yourself comfortable," I said as I jumped out of bed, and skipped to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, trying to hurry and get back to Edward. I scrubbed my hair and lathered my body. When I was done I stepped out of the shower and covered my body with a towel and put one over my hair. I skipped over to my room, hearing the coffee maker going off and assuming Edward was in the kitchen. I closed my door, locked it and pulled off my towel.
"Oh! Sorry," I heard Edward say behind me. I swung my head around only to find him sitting on my vanity chair, while I was completely naked.
"Sorry, I thought I heard you in the kitchen," I exclaimed as I picked my towel off from the floor and once again wrapped it around my body.
"No, no, no. I am so sorry, I wanted to surprise you," he said, holding up a plate of breakfast food. Awww. He was bringing me breakfast in bead. "But it looks like you surprised me," Edward said smugly. He stood up and started walking toward the door. "How about you get dressed, and I'll finish making the coffee," he said as he opened the door. All I could do was nod from embarrassment. I quickly got dressed in my perfect "job interview" outfit, as Alice called it, and walked into the kitchen, still flushed from embarrassment.
"Let's try a proper good morning," Edward said as he pulled me by the waist into him and kissed me. He pulled back and looked at me, chagrin on his face. "Good morning indeed." I flushed scarlet red, yet again.
"Morning."
"Bella, don't be self cautious. You're beautiful," he told me. "And I can not wait till I see you again," he said as he took my waist in both hands and stared me down, "all of you," he said and turned back to finish the coffee.
"Well keep saying things like that and maybe you won't have to wait too long," I said.
"Oh really," he challenged. I nodded. He took me in his arms and kissed me. His tongue dove into my mouth and he ran his hand up my back. I locked my arms around his neck, and wrapped my legs around his waist. Edward pushed me to the wall and traced rough kisses down my neck. Just as Edward made his way back to my lips, I slipped my legs down and jumped up.
"Time for my interview," I said and walked into my room leaving him motionless. I grabbed my purse, put on my shoes and entered the kitchen one last time. "You can stay as long as you want. I'll be back no later than 1. See ya," I said as I placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
"Good luck babe," he told me, "you'll do great." With that I shut my front door and made my way to the elevator.
J[acob's]POV
I woke up that morning with some arm over my chest. Not knowing who it was, I sneaked out of my bed and made my way to the coffee. While I was reading the paper, Los Angeles Times, ugh, they think they're so good, I heard my bedroom door open, and out came a girl.
"Morning," she said to me and placed a kiss on my lips. Who does she think she is? "Can I have some coffee?" she asked me, already pouring herself a cup.
"Umm, I actually have to get to work so you're going to have to leave…" I pondered, forgetting her name from our one-night-stand last night.
"Jessica, Jessica Stanley. I think we were only on a first name basis last night. But its Jessica Stanley," she said, shaking my hand.
"Umm, yeah well you're still going to have to leave. So have your coffee or whatever, but I'm leaving in 20 minutes and you have to too," with that I walked into my room and got ready. Being a man, it only took me 10 minutes to get dressed and I was ready to go. I walked out of my room, in my casual jeans and Rolling Stones t-shirt, into the kitchen and found Jessica reading the paper, coffee in hand in just a bra and underwear.
"Jessica, maybe I wasn't clear. I'm about to leave, and you can't stay here. So get ready," I said, making it clear that she was not welcome here.
"Fine, but I'm taking the coffee to go," she said holding up a coffee mug. Whatever she can keep it, it was a shitty one anyways. The girl grabbed her purse and clothes, still holding her coffee, and walked out the door in her underwear. I didn't give her a second thought as I put on my converses and grabbed my keys, cell phone and wallet. In less than 20 minutes, I was out the door and on my way to work.
I'd been working at the News and Observer for over a year now and have pretty much gotten nowhere, until yesterday of course. They offered me a raise, and office and an assistant. Though that wasn't even what I wanted. I wanted to be a writer for the New York Times. But I knew that dream was far away. Today I'd have to interview a ton of "aspiring" journalists for the job as my assistant. They're all just fooling themselves, I thought. I opened the door to my office building and made my way up to my new office. Just outside my door were a line of young girls and a few guys waiting for me to interview them for the job.
After a few relentless hours of job interviews, I was exhausted. They were all the same, just out of college, not knowing what exactly they want to do, just that they want to write. All getting 3.5 GPA's or greater, honor roll in high school, some with masters degrees, and I was bored to tears. Around 11, I was finished, or I thought I was. My temporary assistant buzzed my room.
"Mr. Black, there's one more. Her name's Bella Swan. Do you have time to see her?" Ughhh. No, no, I don't have anymore time because I'm too busy being bored out of my mind with all these interviews. "I think you'd like her," she told me.
"Fine, send her in," what's one more going to hurt?
"Hi Mr. Black, I'm Bella Swan," the girl said as she walked into my door. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans, red high heels, a fitted white t-shirt and a blue blazer. She was definitely not like the rest of the candidates. She was actually attractive looking. Not nerdy or the book reading type. She was pretty, real pretty.
"Please, call me Jacob," I said as I stood up and pulled out a chair for her.
"Thanks, Jacob," she said as she sat down in her chair. Damn, I liked how she said my name.
"So, I guess we should start the interview.." I began. The whole time she was answering questions, the only thing I could think about was how much I wanted her. She was different from any other girls. She wasn't like the girls I met at clubs that would give it up to anyone, she definitely had standards. I would have to up my game if I wanted her. The interview quickly ended, to my distaste. I led her out and shook her hand.
"I'm really not supposed to say this, but you've got a great chance at this job. Hell, the jobs yours," I told her.
"Oh! Thank you," she exclaimed as she jumped and hugged me. She smelled wonderful. Ugh, snap out of it Jake, she's just another girl. Oh but she wasn't just any other girl. She would be my girl, and I'm gunna make damn sure of it.