A/N: I know I told you this would be out sooner! But I've been really stressed lately, PLUS I restarted the whole chapter. So anyhoo, I am floating in the sky, in my bubble of happiness... I mean admit it. Edward is too damn sexy to leave hanging. There shall be lemons in later chapters! --KABOOM-- Yep! So I hope you people are happy like I am that I'm continuing this piece of shit story.. lol... oh well. It's mine and that's what makes me love it :-) Oh and there might be a change to character's personalities since my writing has kinda changed over time... lol.. Oh and before I forget, special thanks to ElleTwerd because she is a doll! Sorry, too, because this chapter is short. This is NOT the best I can do.
Disclaimer!: I don't own them.. yadda yadda blah blah blah. On with it!
Chapter 10
"Yes, sir," I said almost mechanically, irritated with my boss. He'd woken me up this morning with an urgent call about coming to work early this morning; turns out the intern wasn't the best, and they needed me back ASAP. Oh, now they needed me.
"And remember, send that license for me. I gave it to you last month. Bring it to the post office; and buy a stamp," he barked. I gritted my teeth to stop myself from growling at him.
"Sure thing," I said in a strained voice. "If that's all, I should go."
As soon as I hung up, I let out a pent up, frustrated shriek and threw my phone on my nightstand. I really hated my boss. I was the best there, he knew it, but he couldn't stand my attitude with him even though I tried my best to be polite. It was no wonder he let an intern 'settle' for a couple of weeks, in my position. I loved writing for his journal, but I didn't necessarily love him.
I heaved myself out of bed and padded into my bathroom, stripping out of my clothes and took a shower.
I let myself think about Alice and Rosalie's words that haunted me while I slept. Just when Edward and I were getting pretty heated up, they just all of a sudden decided that I should try out other guys. Sweet Lord Jesus, how would they feel if I just randomly told them that they needed to try out other guys? They were pretty much in the same situation as I was in. They met Emmett and Jasper and are just... sticking with them. How come they won't try other men?
Speaking of the little pixie, I would have to ask her opinion on what I should wear to work. I always liked to dress up my best, in order to, you know, have people take me seriously. Sometimes they just thought I was a piece of meat. Being female and one of the highest ranking at the little office meant either A) the boss was screwing you, or B) you were seriously good at what you did. No way in hell was I going to let people believe that I was actually doing the boss-- bleck!--, so I tried to let people see me as option number two. I mean come on, this wasn't the damn 1800's anymore; women were just as good as men, if not better.
As soon as I finished with my shower and my hair towel dried and into my robe, I tiptoed into Alice's room. She was, of course, wide awake like the morning person she was. She was reading a book called Welcome To Temptation. I giggled; she was a sucker for dirty books.
"Hey, Alice," I all but shouted, smiling brightly. She was so sucked into her book that she didn't notice me until I yelled. She jumped a little and narrowed her eyes; she wasn't used to being surprised. I smirked.
"What do you need, hon?" she asked, false sweetness coloring her tone. Her eye was pretty much twitching. I stifled a titter.
"I need your help; Hard Ass called, telling me that I needed to come to work," I replied nonchalantly. Alice's pealing laughter filled the room. She loved how I called him Hard Ass behind his back. Well, it was true. He always thought that he was all that in a bag of potato chips.
"You need some clothes?" she queried, although she already knew, as she was climbing out of bed and zooming into her closet. I had zero patience when it came to her throwing clothes at me, which Alice knew perfectly well, so she just came out with a mid-thigh black pencil skirt and a short sleeved button down blouse.
"Jesus Christ, Alice, can you please give me a longer skirt?" I grumbled. Alice rolled her eyes and retreated into her closet, digging around until she found what she needed. She appeared in front of me with the same kind of skirt, only it was knee length.
"There, happy?" she muttered, glowering at me. I beamed in response.
"Immensely so." I stood there and waited for her to finish picking out my underwear. I mean, this was ridiculous. I should be able to dress myself. If not that, at least my own underwear. I addressed this to Alice when she handed me a stupid white push up bra and stupid boy-short panties. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"Well, I can't just let you walk around with a white cotton bra on. That's outrageous," was her reply. This made me roll my eyes, while she shoved glossy black pumps into my hands.
"Be lucky you have me! I can't imagine what you'd wear without me," she declared, shuddering. I rolled my eyes yet again and flipped her the bird, which only made her grin.
Once I was all changed with my hair all dry, and a little make up on, I put on my coat and got my purse, walking out to my truck. Once I realized it was raining cats and dogs, I shuffled into the house to get my umbrella.
I was in the middle of grumbling to myself about how heels were just a stupid invention and so irrelevant, when I realized I had to stop at the post office first because Hard Ass was way too lazy to do things himself.
It was just the beginning of November and it was cold as hell. The roads were full of puddles and slippery. It wasn't cold enough for snow, though, for which I was grateful for. But it was raining so hard that it was hard to see through the windshield, even with the wipers on.
When I made it to the post office, I parked as close as I could to the door. The parking lot was empty, so it wasn't hard. I parked and opened my umbrella. I mean, that couldn't be bad luck, could it? Technically, didn't the saying say that you couldn't do that when inside a building? Well, I was in my car. I eased out of my car, careful so I didn't break my legs since I was wearing these stinking four inch spike heeled pumps. Why I let Alice do this to me, I wasn't sure. Maybe it was because I trusted her judgment and I didn't particularly like looking bad.
Once I made it inside, I smacked myself in the head. There was a closer door somewhere on the other side of the parking lot. This entrance took me to an eerily empty hallway. I peeked around the corner to the left to see what was there. Only little locker type things. The floor was not carpet; it was shiny tile. I was careful to walk steadily so I didn't fall and crack my head open.
Everywhere I looked, there were those locker type things, which I guessed were things to keep mail in. The only thing I heard was the clickity-clack of my heels on the floor.
I figured that the floor was dry enough that I could turn my attention to my purse and fish around for the letter and money to buy a stamp.
Of course, I should've known that was a bad idea in the first place. I thumbed around in my purse, mad that I couldn't seem to find it. I stupidly thought that the next turn was to the little office where I could enter a room to buy my stamp. I was wrong. There was still the endless empty, eerily quiet hallway for awhile yet. I bumped into a wall, making me yelp out a curse. The impact against the wall caused me to wobble backwards. Of course, my heels didn't help, either. I was dazed, and I fell right on my ass.
It was then when I heard the most delicious laughter, laughter that was strangely familiar. It was so amused, so delighted. It was deep laughter, too, so it belonged to a boy. No, a man. I recognized the velvety smoothness to it....
I squinted, still a little dazed. But my eyes immediately widened when I saw a gorgeous man approaching me. I noticed the messy disarray of bronze hair, yet it seemed to work. I noticed the strong, masculine jaw. I noticed the smooth, perfect pale skin and wide, twinkling jade green eyes....
"Shit!" I whimpered. I just made a fool out myself in front of Edward. As I widened my eyes and focused on the angel getting closer, I pressed the heels of my palms against my eyes, making myself snap out of it. I knew that I really wanted to see Edward, but this was out of hand. Now I was imagining him at a really empty post office. What did I expect, him to start making out with me?
I sighed and opened my eyes again, prepared to see no beautiful man that I wished to be there. But, much to my pleasure and displeasure, he was still there. He was now leaning over me. Pleasure because well, he was Edward. Displeasure because he saw what a klutz I was.
"Bella?" he asked, amusement still coloring his voice. "Are you alright?" His voice stroked my senses.
"Ungh," I think I said, trying to stand up. I felt him grab my hand, effortlessly helping me stand up. I widened my eyes again and focused on him. He was as beautiful as ever. He smiled a little uncertainly. I felt a tightening in my stomach, towards my... area. I shuffled my feet.
"I'm... I'm alright," I said breathlessly, forgetting all about my fall as I stared into his face.
He lifted a perfect eyebrow. "You look a little dazed," he murmured with his soul-stripping eyes searching my face. I flushed at the attention, and looked away, biting my lip.
"It's because I am," I replied bravely. "I hate when I do that; just out of the blue fall."
His eyebrows drew together in confusion. "That's not a reason to be dazed," he said, the words rolling from his mouth confidently. Like he was trying to get something out of me.
I clucked my tongue and purposefully avoided what he just said. "So, what are you doing here?" I asked a little bit too quickly.
He pursed his lips for a second, looking at me. Debating. "Just... delivering something to my mother." He said this a bit too innocently, and he immediately turned on the charm. I refused to be sidetracked by his smile.
"Hmmm," I said, narrowing my eyes. As I said this, the sly light to his eyes left and then his charm became more genuine. His eyes trailed down my body and his eyebrows rose.
"Work?" he questioned. I nodded mutely; his eyes were positively sparkling. I felt a dampening in my panties. I quickly looked away.
At that moment, everything from last night came flooding to me. I blushed, and when I looked at Edward, all I could think about was his lips on mine, on my neck, on my stomach.
Edward seemed to catch on.
That was it. I was so turned on I just didn't care. We both stared into each others eye's for a full second-- reading each other's desire-- and then we jumped aggressively towards each other. I, amazingly, managed to leap up and wrap my legs around his waist, which was quite a feat considering my tight skirt. However, it did ride up, allowing me to wrap my legs around him. I was careful not to let my skirt ride of and press my... private against his stomach, so he wouldn't feel how much of a hornball I was. My fingers tangled in his hair as he pressed one hand on the nape of my neck and the other on my lower back.
We stared at each other for one long, heat-filled second as we took in each others desire. His eyes were sparking with lust. We attacked each others lips, not even bothering to start close-mouthed. He hugged me so tight it was difficult to breathe, but I wanted him to hold me closer, tighter. His tongue stroked mine and I moaned against his mouth as I pressed my lips harder against him, causing him to stagger backwards.
He kissed me for all he was worth as I did the same. He bit my lip when I came up for air, making me forget about my lungs for a second; I kissed him again. When it was absolutely crucial I get oxygen, I pulled away, but he only showered my neck with butterfly kisses. I tightened my legs around his waist and I bit his ear lobe. His eyes flashed up to mine, and his eyes had a very sly look to them. I ducked in and kissed him on the mouth again. Our tongues once again fought for dominance, but, since he was just so experienced, he won and managed to get a moan out of me again. Damn!
I was a bit higher than him since I had my legs wrapped around his waist. He broke away while I did what he did to me earlier; kiss his neck. I didn't particularly know what I was doing, but I recalled my memory of what he did to me minutes ago. My eyes darted up and I saw him looking down, his full lips, slightly swollen from kissing, parted. At first I thought he was looking at my breasts-- making me blush-- but he wasn't. His expression was slightly thoughtful. But he looked at me and caught me watching. He wiped the look from his face and immediately kissed me, so aggressively and erotically that I felt my panties damped even further. As his tongue entered my mouth, I made sure that my legs were securely tight around his waist before I let my hands travel and wonder down his chest and towards his abdominal area. Plus, Edward had a tight grip on me so I was sure I wouldn't fall. I squeaked against his mouth as I felt the hard planes of his abs, loving the way it felt to be pressed against him.
I felt a rush of pride that this beautiful man was kissing me. How strange! I would've never dreamed it would happen to me.
I didn't see it coming, but Edward lightly grabbed my hands and put them around his neck. Why was beyond me. But I got my answer. I tightened my arms around his neck and kissed him hard as his hands drifted to my thighs. I stiffened, but Edward's persuasive mouth got another answer out of me. I was slightly nervous as to why his hands were on my thighs.
He hands slowly drifted under my skirt, well, what was left covering my thighs since it was bunched up. He very gingerly stroked the side of my thigh, thisclose to my... area. His stroking became a bit coaxing-ish, sort of massaging. All I could think of was what it would feel like if he would let his hands drift upwards. Suddenly, his thumb grazed the edge of my panties, making me pull away from his mouth to pant and arch my chest into his. I looked into his eyes. He was sort of smirking at something. I narrowed my eyes, but he did it again. I moaned, laying my head on his shoulder. He did it again, except on the other side. He was teasing.
"Please..." I groaned, burying my face into his neck.
I nearly lost my mind when he pressed his thumb right where I was leaking moisture. I was sure he could feel it, even though my panties were in the way. He knew exactly how wet he made me.
"Edward!" I squealed and moaned right into his ear. "Please... just... Oh!" I panted.
"Come on, just... j-just do it," I all but begged breathlessly. Edward laughed softly but brought his lips to my ear.
"Bella, not while we are in the post office," he whispered huskily, managing to sound slightly amused with me. I could hear the desire burning under his light words.
But his words snapped me out of my pool of happiness with Edward.
Well. I was mortified. I pretty much begged Edward to finger me, embarrassingly enough.
"Oh," I said breathlessly, blushing harder than I ever had in my entire life. I looked at Edward. He was looking at me, amusement in his eyes. I blushed harder and pressed my lips to his one more time. I tried as gracefully as I could to disentangle myself from Edward. I unlocked my death grip around his waist, nearly falling. But Edward put both hands on my hips and carefully pulled me down.
"I'm sorry," I began to apologize, but he pressed his fingers to my lips.
"Don't worry, Bella," he said seriously. But then he grinned my favorite crooked smile. "I don't regret it."
After we said goodbye, I realized that Edward must have thought that I was a very perverted woman. But hey, who could blame me? I was just being sucked into his charm.
And I didn't say no. Christ, I did not.
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"Woah!" I nearly jumped out of my skin as my phone rang. I was currently sitting in front of Alice and Rosalie, having a staring contest. I grouched to myself for losing while they both smirked, and I picked up my phone.
"Hello?" I asked in an irate voice.
"Bella? Bella, is that you?" I hear a familiar voice ask. Renee. Damn.
"Who else?" I asked, smirking. Her voice was slightly hysterical so I hesitated on the sarcasm. "What's up?"
"Well...." she hesitated, her voice trailing off.
"What?" I pressed, frowning.
"Phil's mother had a little bit of a stroke," she admitted.
I felt my mouth open in shock. Phil's mother and I were really close, so it hurt me to know that she had a stroke.
"WHAT?! How do you get a 'little bit of a stroke'?" I asked in outrage. "That's like saying she got a 'touch of AIDS'."
"Well, she got a stroke! And so now we need Required Assistance...." she trailed off again.
"Required Assistance," I repeated, mulling over the word in my head. "Is that some PC word for nursing home?"
"Shhh!" she all but shouted. "Don't say the N Word!"
I rolled my eyes. I forgot that Phil was sensitive about his mother and didn't want to put her in a nursing home.
"Do what's best for her!" I hissed. "She shouldn't suffer because Phil doesn't want her to go to the N Word!"
She sighed. I heard someone call her name in the background. "I have to go, sweetie, but I'll call you to tell you how things go, alright? I love you."
"Alright. Love you too," I muttered darkly and ended the call.
Alice and Rosalie weren't listening to me, but having their own little staring contest. I glared and slapped my hand on the table.
"HEY!" I shouted, waving my hand in their faces. "Didn't you hear?!"
"Yes," they replied simultaneously.
I growled impressively and leaned back in my chair. "It'll all turn out for the best, Bella," Alice said simply. I felt my eye twitch.
"Ok. We have something to talk about with you," Rosalie said seriously and turned away from Alice. "It's important."
OH Jesus. I held my breath, knowing what was coming. This thing has been haunting me ever since and I just knew they would bring it up sooner or later. I wasn't sure if they knew I was half awake when they made that comment the night before. And damn! Edward and I were growing so much closer!
"So. We know how you and Edward are growing so close now adays, and I'm not sure about the physical, but I'm pretty darn sure you've done something with that," Alice started, wiggling her eyebrows. "However, how can we be sure if he's right if you haven't tried others, too? We know that you are infatuated with him and that you don't want to be separated, but I think you should learn how to swim before being thrown in the deep end."
I glowered and opened my mouth to retort, but Rosalie spoke over me.
"We aren't saying you have to stop seeing Edward. Not at all. But we just want you to have options, Bella. Because what if Edward hurts you? What would you do then? We don't want you moping around the house, and we sure as hell don't want your heart broken. We know that Edward's a good guy, but who knows?" Rosalie said, raising and eyebrow.
I nodded, acting like I understood. Oh, they wanted me to go out with other people? I understood and was touched by their caring gesture but that just wouldn't do with me. And I knew that no matter how hard I fought it, they would keep pressuring me until I snapped.
So I had a plan.
All I had to do was act like I was going out with the men that they had chosen for me, and call up Edward instead. If they didn't have to do that, then I didn't have to do that.
It was unfair.
I tried to keep the odd revelation from my face and I stared at them. "Ok," I said simply and calmly.
They both stared at me, wide eyed. "Really?" they asked, their expressions apprehensive, like I was going to snap.
"Really," I replied almost evilly.
Oh, I had a plan.
A/N: This chapter is so sinfully short! I'm sorry! And it isn't my best writing because I was sorta rushed in it... I just wanted to get down my idea so I can start on the juicy stuff. So I'm sorry if you didn't really like how short this was and how stupid it was. But the next one will be better, I promise. Long like the other ones, and better written. Oh, and about Edward and Bella's little encounter at the Post Office... --grins evilly-- I just had to. Got a problem with it? Ok. That's your opinion. But this is my story. Again, that last little section was rushed because I just wanted the idea down so I can get started on the good stuff. Ok? More detailed chapter up next. And as always.. REVIEW! I want to see if I can get passed the 125 mark, alright? If I get encouraging reviews, I'm sure it will motivate me to type faster and make new ideas. Again, please excuse this horrible chapter! Just REVIEW! :) I love you guys.