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A/N: Here's Chapter 10! Thanks for your support and I hope that everyone likes this chapter!
I would also like to take this opportunity to welcome all of my new readers that found me through Fictionators, PicTease, and theTwilightawards(dot)com. Again, welcome!
So, without further delay...
SPECIAL THANKS: I would like to say a huge thank you to my beta... Writing4Roses.
"Where there is love there is life." ~ Mohandas K. Gandhi
Chapter 10: The Things This Man Does to Me!
BPOV
"Okay, well, I'm in a dark brown BMW. If I get out of the parking lot before you, I'll be waiting right here," he said, as he rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand.
"Okay, well, I'm in a silver Mercedes G-Wagon. I'll wait right here for you if I happen to get out first." I couldn't help but smile at him and then I took a hold of Maddy's hand and started towards our car.
While heading towards Edward's house, I allow myself to think about what has happened today – hell, the last couple of hours specifically; because for those hours alone, I've experienced a multitude of different emotions: determination, annoyance, rage, compassion, lust, intrigue, and even more that I can't even put a finger on. Ironically, a majority of the emotions and feelings I can't quite place are all due to the sexy doctor who I'm currently following home right now.
To say I was surprised when he suggested that we all spend the evening together would be an understatement. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was nervous, why exactly I'm not so sure, but that look alone grounded me and gave me the confidence I needed. I could tell that when I gave him an alternate suggestion that at first, he was sad, it was obvious that he thought that I was declining his offer. Silly man. I've been daydreaming about him for months now and actually hoping that I would run into him again. So, there was no way that I was going to give up the chance of getting to know him better.
A part of me was terrified, hell I'm still terrified; I really, really want to get to know this man. It's obvious that we have some serious sexual tension going on between the two of us. Even now, as I think back on said sexual tension I can't help but shudder for more reasons than I can even count, the sex appeal just oozes off of the man. From his beautiful eyes; his inviting lips; his long, strong fingers; and his distinguished jawline that is just begging for me to stroke it, kiss it, lick it... Well, I can't help but shake my head to myself and clear my throat, my desire to sleep with the man... no, my need to sleep with the man is understandable, reasonable.
But, after just spending a couple of hours with him while he worked today, taking care of Maddy's arm, I was able to get to meet him, and briefly get to know him. I was able to be up close and personal to witness his compassion, charm, and overall personality that gave his physique a run for its money. Every time he would talk to Maddy and explain what he was doing; every time he would wipe a tear away from mine or Maddy's cheek; whenever he would grant one of us a sweet smile; or when he would grant me with that sexy crooked grin I had to fight with myself to not throw the good doctor down on the ground or up against the wall to have my wicked way with him. Sigh! Yeah, that would have been fun!
However, the fact of the matter is that he is Brittney's father, my oldest daughter's best friend; because of that reason alone, I know that I have to be careful about whatever is going on between Edward and myself. If things don't work out between us, which I truly hope they do, I can't let the failure of our attempted relationship effect Brittney and Maddy's friendship.
I'm brought out of my thoughts as I watch Edward's car pull into a driveway just ahead. As I take a quick glace around, I immediately notice that Edward's house isn't that far from mine, maybe just a couple of blocks away. I get out of the car and open Maddy's door, I notice that she's having difficulty unbuckling her seatbelt so I lean in and release it for her. She quickly runs up to the house and practically runs right into Edward,
Edward is standing in the doorway to his home, as we approach, he steps out of the doorway and let's Maddy and I into his foyer. His home is beautiful; it has an open floor plan so the main rooms of the house... the kitchen, dining room, living room, and den look like they're all one large great room. The design of the house as well as the décor is chic modern with a masculine touch. "Wow, Dr. Cullen. I really, really like your house." I say while looking at him over my shoulder.
"Thanks." He looks like he wants to say something else, but he appears to be a little tongue- tied so I decide to help him out.
"So, are the kids ready?"
"Umm... I'm not sure? I called Alice on the way here asking her to make sure they were ready. But, honestly, I haven't seen them yet." Edward gently placed his hand on the small of my back and guides me into his living room. I am about to have a seat when I hear footsteps coming down the stairs, which causes me to look up. As I do, I see a very happy looking Alice; she's smiling so big, looking between Edward and me. It takes me a minute to figure out why she looks like a very satisfied cat that just ate a canary. But, I finally catch on to why she looks so pleased when I feel Edward's thumb lightly stroke my back. Ah! He still has his arm around my back. Instead of being embarrassed or uncomfortable it makes me feel... good, secure?
Huh? Usually I don't like public signs of affection; I didn't like it at all when Felix would drape his arm around my shoulders while we were dating. Or, whenever he would pull me towards him essentially wrapping his arm around my waist, even though it wasn't, it would sometimes feel... forced? But, this feels... different. It's a feeling that I've never experienced around a man before and it kind of has me shaken up a bit because my normal reactions of uneasiness or discomfort are nowhere to be found. Instead, I feel secure, safe, the complete opposite of my "normal" reactions.
"Bella, we have so much to talk about." Alice says and I notice that she quickly glances at Edward and then continues, "Well, we'll have plenty of time to dish when I see you tomorrow." She gives me a quick hug and then goes to Maddy who immediately eats up the attention that Alice showers on her and her broken arm.
I step away from Edward and take a seat on his couch. As I do, Merrick comes over and sits down on the floor in front of me and leans his head on one of my knees; Meredith soon follows him and sits to my right. I take the time to ask each of them about their day. Merrick is very excited as he tells me about the games he played during recess. I've become aware, quite recently, that Merrick is going to be a sports junkie just like his father and it is also very evident that along with his love for sports, he's going to have a hard time focusing on his studies. Meredith simply nods her head when I ask if she had a good day and doesn't provide any additional information. I can tell by her eyes that she's tired. So, I begin to run my fingers through her hair – gently coaxing her to eventually lay her head down on my right leg. I look up and noticed that Edward has taken a seat next to us on the other side of the couch; he has his arm resting on the couch's armrest and his head is resting on his palm. It dawns on me that he's simply watching me, his face is so open and he's looking at me so sweetly, I can't help but smile at him shyly which he returns.
Brittney comes over and sits down to my left, drawing my attention away from her father. She begins to tell me about her day and how she was scared about what happened to Maddy. I can see the tears in her eyes and it's clear that she's mentally reliving what happened as she's talking to me. Meredith's head is still laying on my right leg and I'm pretty sure she's fallen asleep, so I pat my left leg as an invitation to Brittney to sit on my lap and I carefully maneuver my left arm so I can wrap it around her without disturbing Meredith.
"Brit, please don't be upset about Maddy's arm. It wasn't your fault." I say to her as she looks up at me with her beautiful, big green eyes.
"But... but, I didn't tell her fast enough." Brittney says with a trembling lip as she starts to cry. I gently take her head and lean it on my shoulder. I can see out of the corner of my eye that Edward wants to come and comfort his daughter.
Kissing her forehead, I say to her, "Shhhh, its okay, honey. I know you feel bad about Maddy getting hurt, but it wasn't your fault, sweetheart. Kate is the reason she broke her arm, not you." I lean back a little so that I can look her in the eyes when I say the last part. She's looking back up at me with those beautiful, now tear-filled green eyes. "And honey, Maddy told me how you quickly ran to the teacher to tell her what happened and that you stayed with her until she went to the nurse's office. You are a GREAT best friend, the BEST best friend that Maddy could ever have." Brittney breaks out into a beautiful smile and hugs me tightly and I hug her back.
I'm brought out of my conversation with Brittney by the sound of Meredith snoring. I can't really call it a snore, because its not really loud and it is actually quite cute. Anyway, it reminds me that I've invited Edward and Brittney to come over to my house. So, I look over to Edward, who has been quietly sitting next to us watching our interaction. He has an odd look on his face. Hmmm, I wonder what he's thinking?
"Edward, I'm going to go ahead and take the kids and head on home. Do you think you could give us at least an hour before you head over? That should give me plenty of time to have the kids take their baths and get ready for bed." I asked.
"Sure, that'll be no problem at all." He stands up from the couch and then looks at his daughter, "Okay, baby girl, you need to get up so that Bella can get the kids together and head home." He leans down and scoops his daughter up into his arms as if she weighed absolutely nothing. I feel my heart tighten at the sight of Brittney hugging her daddy while he's holding her, hugging her back.
After standing up from the couch, Meredith starts to wake up and squirms to get out of my arms. I put her down and quickly take a hold of her hand. As I ask Merrick to go and get their school bags, I call out to Maddy, who is still talking animatedly with Alice, and let her know that its time to go. We're all stepping through the doorway when Edward calls to me and mentions that he needs my address.
"Can I see your phone?" I ask and he quickly pulls it from his pocket, thrusting it towards me and I can't help but chuckle. He's so incredibly handsome and I find it amusing and shocking at the same time that I seem to be able to make this man nervous. I decide to give him my phone number, as well as my address, internally hoping that he'll use it sometime in the future.
As I hand his phone back to him, I can't help but give him what I hope is a sexy smile as I tell him I'll see him and Brittney in a little while.
When we make it back to the house, I follow the kids upstairs to help them get ready for bed. They all started whining, almost immediately, when I mention that it's time for baths and PJs, but when I explained that they didn't have to go to bed right away because Brittney was coming over with her Dad to eat pizza and that Brit was also spending the night – well, the whining quickly stopped. After making sure that Merrick and Maddy had their baths ready and that the water wasn't too hot, I head over to Meredith's bathroom to help her take her bath. Once all three kids are bathed and in their PJs, I take the opportunity to ask them to play in their playroom so that I can go take a bath and get ready.
Even though I'm not getting ready for an elaborate date with Edward, I found myself extremely nervous. My stomach is doing somersaults at the thought of him being here and I can't seem to stop fidgeting. I decide that I need to calm my nerves down and a warm bath would definitely do the trick. So, I start my bath water and pour two large, heaping scoops of my lavender and rosemary bath salts along with several sprigs of dried lavender into the tub.
After settling in the tub, I turn the water off once it's reached my shoulders, then I rest my head on my terrycloth pillow. As I allow the scent of lavender and the steam from the tub to surround me I close my eyes and began to replay my afternoon with Edward.
He's so strikingly handsome and not in a manufactured way. Edward also possesses qualities that you just don't find in men much anymore. When I told him how Maddy had broken her arm and about what had happened at the school, the protectiveness that I saw flash through his eyes, in addition to his words as he asked me questions had me reeling. I found myself longing for him to protect me and the kids; something that was a completely foreign desire for me with my normally independent nature. But, surprisingly, I didn't care which excited and freaked me the fuck out!
As I continue to relax in the warm water of the tub, I start to daydream about the possibilities of Edward. Oh, the possibilities... I start to wonder if I possibly misread or read too much into his signs from earlier. The more I think about it, the more I realize that, no, I haven't misread anything. In fact, I'm positive that he feels this connection, this electric pulse of both sexual and emotional energy that has manifested between us. I mean... I even felt it before I ever spoke to the man. Just from that damn crooked smile that he gave me the first day at the park or those eyes and the look they carried as he devoured me with them that day on the lake had my heart, mind, and body humming with electricity... and I hadn't even spoken to him yet – let alone even knew his name. No, there was absolutely no doubt about it, I know he feels it too; I saw it written all over his face at the hospital and then again at his house. Now it just seems that our connection has intensified since our emotions have been added to the equation.
That last thought sends my heart raising. Just the thought that he could possibly want me as much as I want him – that we both desire something, something that I personally have never experienced before, because it has always scared the living shit out of me. But now, just the thought that this man, that Edward Cullen could be... NO, there's no "could be" about it... I know he is the man that holds the key to the locked up places of my heart.
My body reacts immediately to that last thought. I can feel my nipples tighten as wetness begins to grow between my legs.
God, the things this man does to me. It's like he already fucking owns my body!
Deciding it would be a good idea to relieve some of the sexual tension that had built up from merely being in his presence earlier; I guide my right hand down towards my sex while I gently run my other fingers over my sensitive left nipple. Softly, my fingers run along my lower lips teasing myself, I begin to imagine that they are Edward's long, strong fingers caressing me. With my thumb, I deftly stroke my clit while slowly gliding two fingers into my core. Even in the bath water, I can feel how wet just the mere thought of Edward has made me.
With my eyes closed, I remember the way the muscles in his forearms flexed as he worked this afternoon. It doesn't take much for my imagination to envision those same muscles flexing as he would work my body over. How they would flex and strain against his own movements as he caressed me with his glorious fingers. His movements and the heat I would see coming from his eyes as he watched and felt my body reacting to him would cause me to need to anchor myself to him. So, I picture my fingers running up his arms slowly, making sure to explore each curve and indentation of his muscles, until they reach his defined shoulders. Once at their destination, my hands would squeeze and hold on tight causing my nails to make contact with his skin. The slight pressure and pain from my nails would cause Edward to groan and shudder. I would watch in amazement, as goose bumps would form, running up his arms to meet my hands at his shoulders. His body's reaction would cause me to meet the heated gaze of his eyes, out of curiosity and need. What I would see would literally take my breath away with a shuddering gasp. His eyes, his beautiful green eyes would be so focused on me, allowing me to be able to see everything he desires as he stares back at me. He wants me and me alone. His voice would then join my fantasy, telling me how sexy I am, how much he wants me, how much he needs me. It's with this last thought that my fantasy reaches its peak and my orgasm crashes. I cum hard as wave after wave rocks through my body with a force unlike anything I've ever experienced before, while I bite my lip, in hopes that it will stop me from crying out in ecstasy.
Trying to catch my breath, I lean back and draped my right arm across my forehead. That had to have been my quickest and most intense orgasm ever, or at least that I can remember.
As my breathing starts to get back to normal I decide that I need to start actually washing my body. So, using my lavender and rosemary soap I wash my body, then I stand up in the tub and rub myself down with my lavender sea salt scrub. After rinsing off, I grab the large white towel – the one I placed in the chair next to the tub earlier – and start to dry off.
I decide to dress comfortably tonight; I don't want to come across as trying too hard – although I am really, really trying. I just don't want to appear desperate to Edward. I'm sure he has women throwing themselves at him constantly, which was obnoxiously clear from the way that Nurse Jennifer treated him, or me for that matter, this afternoon.
Thinking back to the reaction I received from Nurse Jennifer and her squinty eyes; the territorial gaze; the tapping of her foot; the clinching and fisting of her hands that finally found placement on her hips; and her cold, calculated stare. Then, add that to the way she twirled her hair, the flirtatious tone of her voice, and the bating of her eyelashes anytime she spoke to Edward. Yeah, I'm not going to lie, I wanted to slap-a-bitch. But, I could tell by Edward's reaction to her that her behavior was unwanted. So, her actions were grating, sad, and downright comical. Shit, even I couldn't help but laugh at her expense a couple of times. Even now, I can't help but shake my head and snort as the memories of the girl's stupidity and then the look on her face as Edward called her superior to ream her ass out; yeah, in a word... priceless!
Once I've rubbed generous amount of baby lotion all over my body, I pull the towel around myself and head into my bedroom. Since I'm going for a casual, comfortable look I decide on a pair of yoga pants and an old rock t-shirt that used to be my Dad's. After deciding to go barefoot, I take a quick glance in the mirror to make sure I look presentable, and then I leave my room.
Making a quick scan around the house, I'm pleased to see that everything is already tidy and that all I need to do is put the kids' backpacks away. As I place all three bags into the hall closet in the foyer, I hear a knock, or at least I think I do, on the front door. I pause for a moment and sure enough, I hear it again, so I close the closet door and skip to the front door. Yes, I fucking skipped!
Taking a deep breath, trying to steady myself – and calm my overly excited nerves, I place my hand on the doorknob and then open the door. Standing before me is the picture of my perfect man. Edward is wearing a tight white t-shirt and worn-out blue jeans that hang low on his hips, and cling deliciously to his body. His hair is still slightly wet from his shower and there's a shadow of what will probably be stubble on his jaw line in the morning. I'm sure he has no way of knowing that I like facial hair on a man, so I know he didn't do it on purpose, but the thought of being able to run my fingers or my cheek along his scruff makes my stomach clinch with desire.
I realize that I've been looking him up and down, and that I've yet to greet them. Embarrassed that he's just caught me staring at him again, I slowly look up to meet his eyes. But, when I do I see that his eyes are currently taking in my appearance. And, it appears that he likes what he sees. Which is good news because although I do like to dress up, like he saw today, I also like to grunge around in clothes that don't necessarily match and are simply comfortable.
"Would you guys like to come in?" I ask and Edward immediately smiles at me crookedly, causing me to have to lean on the door to keep from falling over.
Edward nods his head and then says, "Yeah, we'd love to," as he guides Brittney through the door first. When he walks passed me, he softly brushes alongside me and smiles. I close the door behind them, and when I turn around, I watch as Edward looks around my foyer.
"I'll take you on a tour in just a moment," I say as I walk up to him and Brittney, "Let me call the kids down first, though, so we can decide on what kind of pizza we want – that way we can go ahead and call it in."
"That sounds like a good idea." He replies with a sweet, gentle smile.
"Okay." I don't know why, but I feel like I'm back in high school and I'm having a boy over to my house for the first time; I'm so nervous and anxious. I make my way over to the intercom system's control panel and then press down the button for the playroom.
"Kids?" I say into the speaker.
"Yes, Bells?" I hear Merrick and Maddy's reply in unison.
"Brittney and her Dad are here, can you guys come downstairs so that we can order pizza?"
With a burst of cheers and the sounds of rapidly moving little feet overhead, I know they're on their way downstairs. I hear Edward chuckle behind me and when I turn around I'm not expecting him to be so close. The smile that he was wearing from laughing quickly turns to a look of desire once it registers with him just how close we are. He looks down at my lips and then up at my eyes, my heart starts to pound from the mere knowledge that he might be thinking about kissing me this very moment.
We're quickly brought out of our little bubble by the sounds of feet running down the stairs. Having the railings replaced is one of the things on my list for Jasper to fix, and until they are, I can't help but be nervous every time I hear or watch the kids come down the stairs. So, at the current sounds of feet running down the stairs, I step away from Edward.
"Kids, please don't run on the stairs. You know how I feel about it!" I plead to them as I nervously sigh regarding their safety.
"The stairs at my house make me nervous, too." Edward says to me. He's standing directly behind me, so close that I can feel his breath sweep across my ear as he speaks. I involuntarily shudder in response.
"Well, the stairs alone make me nervous. But, with Meredith being such a small little girl, the railings on the stairs are what really concerns me." I turn my head slightly and in a hushed voice, I complete my thought. "I'm so afraid that she's going to fall one day and get her little head caught in between the railings, or one day, just out of curiosity, she's actually stick her head between them." I look down as I chuckle to myself and shake my head at the statement I just made. "I know it might seem silly, but I just would rather get them fixed instead of hoping that it doesn't happen, you know?" I take the moment to look up at him after I've verbalized my thoughts. He's giving me that odd look again, I'm not sure what the look is for so I look away uncomfortably and shrug my shoulders. "Anyway, I've asked Alice's fiancé to fix them for me."
"Jasper?" I hear Edward ask as he follows me into the living room.
"Yes, he came over here to make a list of all of the things that I want done to the house. He's supposed to give me the bid for the job tomorrow at pee-wee practice."
"That's great; my brother does really great work. You won't be sorry." Edward says as we follow the kids into the living room.
"Oh, yeah, that's right. Jasper's your brother. I completely forgot." I say to him as I turn around to look at him. Again, I'm caught off-guard by how close he is to me. So, as I turn around to stop and talk to him he stumbles into me, which catches me off-guard and makes me stumble as well. Ever the gentleman, Edward reaches out and grabs a hold of my waist, to make sure that I don't fall, as I grab a hold of his biceps reflexively, in an attempt to steady myself.
Both of us are just staring at each other, neither of us moving. I flex my fingers around his biceps and I feel his firm hard muscles flex in response to my gesture. Edward's strong hands grip my waist; just as I'm wishing that he would pull me to him so I can feel his chest pressed up against mine, I hear my name being called. I abruptly pull myself out of his grasp and turn towards the kids, embarrassed and mortified that they might have witnessed what just happened.
To my relief the kids are too engrossed in hanging out together so they aren't even looking at us. Thank you, God! "Yes, Merrick?"
"Are we going to order pizza?"
"Of course, what kind of pizza do you guys want to order?" I ask all of the kids while walking towards them. As I come to stand behind the sofa, Edward stops and stands right behind me again. He softly speaks into my ear letting me know that he and Brittney both like pepperoni pizza. I nod letting him know that I heard; I just can't look at him right now, let alone actually speak to him. He's completely driving me crazy and making me feel like I'm out of control. The feeling is exhilarating and frightening.
Once we decide on ordering two large pepperoni and two large cheese pizzas, we place the order. As I hang up my phone and glance at everyone in my living room, it dawns on me that I've yet to introduce all of the kids to Edward.
"Oh, my gosh, Edward, I feel so bad." I state which causes him to give me a confused look. "I mean, I know you know the names of my kids, but I haven't actually introduced you to them, yet." I watch as realization washes over his facial features, "I would love to meet them, Bella, thank you." I smile at him and then I call out to the kids getting their attention.
"Okay, guys, I know that you've heard about Brittney's Dad for weeks now, but you've yet to actually meet him personally, so come here so I can introduce you." I say while waving the kids over.
Maddy bounds over first and is standing in front of Edward with a huge smile on her face, which causes me to roll my eyes at her and chuckle. "Maddy, I believe that he's already met you." I state.
She simply rolls her eyes and then puts one of her hands on her hips while she huffs, "I know, but I want to meet him again, without it being about my arm." She pouts.
"Okay. Well, Edward, this is my oldest. Madeline Christine Moore, but she likes to go by Maddy."
Maddy quickly sticks out her uninjured hand to shake Edwards, which he does, then she says, "Its nice to meet you." He chuckles and says, "The pleasure is mine, Ms. Moore." It's the funniest thing to watch as Maddy blushes and starts to giggle. It's obvious that this man has this kind of effect on all women, even seven-year-old little girls. I shake my head and shoo her away, while also waving Merrick over.
"This strapping young man is my middle child, this is Merrick Bryce Moore." Merrick also sticks his hand out to shake Edward's. Edward tells Merrick that he's happy to meet him and that he looks forward to coaching his football team. This causes Merrick's eyes to bug out. "You're – you're going to be my football coach? But, I thought that Seth's dad was the coach for my football team?" Merrick asks out loud while looking at me and not Edward. I can see the worry written on his face that he's going to end up being on a different team from his friend. I'm pretty sure that Edward notices it too because he quickly adds, "Seth's Dad is your coach; you see, Seth's Dad is also my brother, Emmett. I'm helping him coach the team this year." Merrick's face goes from concerned to excited, but he simply replies to Edward with an, 'Oh, that's cool!' response making not only me but also Edward laugh. As Merrick walks away, I noticed that Meredith is standing off to the side, fidgeting with the bottom of her nightgown. Meredith is extremely shy, much like I was as a child. I make my way around the couch and scoop her up into my arms, and then walk back over towards Edward.
"Finally, Edward, this is Meredith Breeann Moore, my youngest." Meredith tucks her head into my neck, hiding her face from Edward. I jiggle her a little bit and ask her if she can say 'Hi' to Edward for me. I feel her shake her head, so I sigh and say, "Come on, Meredith, he's really nice and I like him a lot. I'm sure you'll like him, too." Mer slowly lifts her head up from my neck and peers up at me with her big brown eyes. She looks so scared and shy; I smile at her trying to encourage her. She slowly glances over at Edward and I hear him take in a shuddering breath. I'm about to ask him what's wrong when I hear him speak almost in a whisper.
"Wow, she looks just like you." He says. Then, he reaches out and tucks a piece of her curly brown hair behind her ear. "You know, Meredith, you look just like your aunt?"
Meredith looks at Edward and then looks at me as she puts her hand on my cheek. "Auwnt Bewa is pwetty." She says. Edward smiles a huge smile at her and nods his head letting her know that he agrees, which causes my heart to skip a beat. Then he says, "Yes, she is beautiful," While looking right at me. I can feel the intensity of his eyes and instantly the energy that seemed to surround us while we were at the hospital has returned. I look straight at him; I can't seem to look away. In that moment, while holding my youngest and staring into Edward's eyes, I realize that I want more from him than just a random hook-up, or just a date here and there, I want all of this man. With that last thought, I become determined to make this work, whatever this is between us. I don't want to screw it up. I have a feeling that Edward could be the best thing for me, and for the kids. So, although I really want to throw him down on the couch the minute the kids go upstairs, I know that we need to take this slow. Well, first off, I need to find out what he's thinking. What he wants and although it would suck if he just wants to be friends, I'm committed to do that if that's all he wants, because... well, I just need to be around him; however I can have him.
Merrick and Maddy call out to me and ask if they can go play upstairs. "Yes, you can. But remember to not make a mess and that you're to only play in the playroom, not your rooms, okay?" After a chorus of 'yes ma'am's' and a reminder to not run on the stairs, the kids head up to the playroom leaving Edward and I alone.
We stand awkwardly for a little while. Then, I realize two things at once: First, I haven't offered him anything to drink yet, and second, this could be a good time to show him the house, while we wait for the pizza to be delivered. I glance at him and clear my throat. "Um, Edward? Would you like something to drink?"
"That would be great."
"Okay, well, let's go into the kitchen to see what I've got for us to drink."
Once in the kitchen, I walk over towards my Sub-Zero built-in refrigerator and freezer. When I originally saw this kitchen online and then again in person, I didn't like the cabinets, countertops, or even the color scheme of the whole room, but I absolutely feel in love with the appliances.
"It looks like I've got apple, cranberry, pomegranate, grape, blueberry, or orange juice; water, milk, or I can make you some tea or coffee. I'm sorry but I don't have soda. If you're interested in drinking some wine or beer, we can go look to see what I've got in the wine cellar?" I know I'm rambling; I just can't help it, I want to make sure that he's comfortable and happy. It's so strange, this desire I have to take care of him, this man that I've just met... today.
"You have got a wine cellar?" The sound of Edward's voice when he asks his question makes me look up at him. I can't tell by his expression if he's in shock or impressed from the knowledge that I've got a wine cellar.
"Um... yeah, it's in the basement next to the game room. I've never had a wine cellar before, so I really don't have a huge selection. I'm planning, or I should say, that I'd like to go visit some vineyards to start expanding." I shrug my shoulders, "So, anyway… right now, I think I've just got a couple of bottles that have been given to me over the years, and a bottle of my favorite wine."
"So, you like wine then?" Edward asks, cocking his head to the side. It's almost as he's evaluating me, listening to whatever it is I have to say and hanging onto every word.
"Yeah, I do. I lean more towards blush wines because they're sweeter, my palate doesn't really like bitter things." At my last statement my mind automatically begins to think about something bitter and salty that Edward could provide me with that I would be more than happy to drink. Shit! I can feel my cheeks heating up from blushing over my last thought – I pray to God that Edward doesn't call attention to it. "Um, anyway..." I say after clearing my throat trying, unsuccessfully, to continue on with my sentence and not with the dirty thoughts that I'm currently having about Edward's cock being in my mouth, "I'm extremely picky when it comes to red and white wines. Honestly, I haven't found a red or white that I truly like yet."
"Well, my mom loves wine. She travels down to a couple of vineyards in Napa Valley at least once a year. I'm sure she'd love to fill you in on which vineyards would be the best for you to visit." Edward states as he leans back on the counter next to the refrigerator. It doesn't escape my notice that he's smirking at me slightly. I'm not sure if it's because he's picked up on my private thoughts or if he's simply smiling at me, all I know is that I'm glad he's letting me move on from my "palate doesn't really like bitter things" comment. Gah, I really need to work on my filter when I'm around Edward Cullen... that's for damn sure!
"Oh, that would be great!" I can't believe that he just mentioned the possibility of me talking to his mother. That's both thrilling and frightening. Considering the views that I've had for a majority of my adult life, about relationships, I've never really had a 'meet-the-parents' moment. In the past, the minute a guy brought up the prospect of meeting his parents, I'd run as fast as I could. But, the thought that I could or would someday meet Edward's parents, because he wants me to, makes my heart and stomach both flutter.
Edward gives me a smile at my omission and nods his head in agreement. I'm not sure if he's thinking the same thing I am, but I sure hope so. "So, what would you like to drink?" I asked.
"You know, I think I'll just have a glass of water." I nod my head and walk over to the cabinet to pull down two glasses for us along with the kids' glasses for dinnertime. After I finish making his drink, I ask him if he would like a tour of the house, which he agrees to immediately.
I decide to show him the basement first, so we won't get caught down there when the pizza arrives. As we're walking downstairs, I find myself hoping that he likes my home.
"So, here's the basement. There's still a lot of things that I want done down here. In fact, this is where a majority of the inside work I want Jasper to do will take place." I guide him over towards the bar area. "This is a bar that the original owner had shipped over from England; according to the realtor, it came from an actual English pub. Just behind here is a small kitchen area and then on the other side, I'm planning on having a pool table and a games table put in, along with some other things."
Edward follows me over to the wall with two doors. "This door leads to the wine cellar." I open the door so he can step in and take a look. It's an average size room, about the size of a normal bedroom and it has floor-to-ceiling cabinets installed to hold wine bottles. The room itself has a Tuscan feel to it. The ceiling and some of the walls have exposed brick and beams showing. My favorite spot in the room is the stain glass window that is on the back wall just between two of the wine cabinets.
"Wow, this is a good size wine cellar. You're going to be able to hold a lot of wine in here." Edward comments as he looks around the room in amazement.
"I know; I'm really excited about starting a collection." I state as I head towards the next room. "Okay, this room hasn't been finished out at all. But, I want a cinema-style home theatre put in here." I can hear my own excitement about this room and what I hope it turns out to be; it's obvious from the chuckle I hear come from Edward that he can hear the excitement in my voice, as well.
"That sounds great! I bet the kids are going to love it, too." He says with a teasing smile.
"I think so, I know I will." I reply with a laugh.
Next, I take him upstairs where I show him the den, the conservatory, the library, the music room, and then the dining room. "You have some really beautiful furniture. Do you collect antiques?" Edward asks.
"Not really, a lot of what you see, like this dining room set, I inherited from my Dad or my sister when they passed. Pretty much all of the antiques that you will or have seen are like this, except for the carved writing desk that's in the foyer; I found that at an antique shop in Seattle and just fell in love with it, so I bought it."
"Well, it's all really beautiful. I know my Mom would really appreciate all of these pieces. She loves antiques." He steps over towards the china cabinet and starts running his fingers over the carved detailing. "They just don't make things like this anymore and if they do – it isn't made from real wood and it still costs a fortune." I nod my head in agreement and I can't help but smile at his comment, it's something that I remember my Dad complaining about time and time again while growing up.
Edward catches me smiling at him and he becomes shy, almost bashful all of the sudden. Then, I notice how the tips of his ears are a slight pink color and it dawns on me that Edward is blushing. I'm not sure why he's embarrassed, so I decide to try and make him feel better. "I know what you mean. That's something that my Dad used to say all of the time, too. When you said that... it kind of made me nostalgic for a minute there, remembering his voice and how his forehead would crinkle up when he would say it." Edward nods his head at me in understanding and I can see relief and compassion written all over his handsome face.
"This is a room that I need an interior designer for. I absolutely love all of the woodwork throughout the house, but I think there's too much wood in here – between the furniture and the wood paneling," I sigh. "I just think it's just too much." We continue through the first floor, I mention that all that's really left downstairs is the mudroom and the master suite.
"Sooo, here's my bedroom. This room is one of the main reasons I fell in love with this house. A lot of the homes I looked at online had all of the bedrooms on the second floor and I really wanted to have my own sanctuary." I walk through the doorway and lead him into the room. Motioning towards the door that's on the right-hand side of the room, "Through this door is the closet, which is almost the same size as the bedroom itself. And this door leads to my office and a seating room which is attached."
I honestly did fall in love with this house because of the master suite. The bedroom itself is completely encased in warm mahogany-stained wood paneling; the wall that faces the entranced into the room is an entire wall of solid windows; the wall opposite from the windows has a wood-burning fireplace that anchors the entire room. The seating room and office, which are both attached to the master suite, have beautiful built-in cabinets and wood paneling. All three rooms are warm and inviting; plus, with the huge windows provide me with awe-inspiring view of Meydenbauer Bay, it makes the entire suite a wonderful, peaceful retreat for myself.
Once I notice that Edward has completed his perusal of my bedroom, I walk him over to the final door that opens into my bathroom, out of the entire house this room has been updated most recently. If my bedroom is my sanctuary, then my bathroom is most definitely my oasis, my Heaven on Earth.
"And this," I wave my hand, "is my bathroom." As Edward walks through the room he runs his left hand along my countertops and then across the cabinets. Next, he takes a look at my shower and by the look on his face, he seems to like it. Then he walks passed my tub, I can't help but remember the fantasy I had earlier in that very tub and what I did to myself. How I imagined his long, strong fingers teasing me, stroking me, caressing me, and how just the thought of him touching me that way finally brought me to a very intense release.
I'm not sure how long I stood there daydreaming, or how many times Edward called my name, but I'm finally brought out of my daydream by him placing his hand on my arm. I quickly looked up from my tub and into his green, piercing eyes. I can feel the heat rising on my cheeks; I'm sure I'm blushing terribly. Edward smirks at me and asks, "Hey, where did you go there?"
"Oh, sorry. Um, it's been a long day." I shake my head, still trying to get the images of him fingering me out of my head and the fact that he's currently touching my arm with said fingers isn't helping my dilemma. "I was... um, I was just wondering how much longer 'til the pizza arrives…" I finally say, hoping that he'll let my obvious attempt at changing the topic go.
Still smirking, Edward glances down at his watch and says that the pizza will probably be here in ten minutes. Nodding my head, I say 'thanks' and then lead him out of my bathroom.
As we head towards the stairs, so I can give him a tour of the second floor, I say, "All that's really left downstairs is the laundry room and mud room, which I don't think you're really interested in seeing." I say with a laugh, to which Edward replies that he's pretty sure he'll get to see it sometime in the future.
Even though, outwardly I seem to be carrying on perfectly fine with Edward, my mind is still playing evil tricks on me. As we're walking throughout the rest of the house, it seems to be giving me an encore presentation and adding on a special feature. I'm reliving the memories of my orgasm from earlier and can't help that I'm completely turned on. With that, my mind quickly goes to images of Edward fucking me roughly while I'm sitting on my washing machine. He's pulled both of my legs up so that they're draped over his shoulders. His left arm is spread across my back and it's grasping my left-shoulder holding me in place as his right hand and fingers are clutching the underside of my knee – stretching my leg higher, which allows his hard, hot, thick cock to drive into me further. My right hand has a vice-like grip in his beautiful hair while my left hand is stretched out above my head grabbing on to the cabinet behind me... holding on for dear life. I can feel his soft lips trailing up my neck, as he alternates between gentle kisses, licks, nips, and bites...
"Bella, are you okay?" I hear Edward ask and again he places his hand on my forearm as he tries to catch my attention. I gasp and suck in the air around me, mortified even though he probably has no clue where my mind has lingered. Oh. My. God! What is wrong with me! This man hasn't even been in my house for over an hour and I've already had two sexual fantasies about him... with him standing right next to me! Gah, I need to get a hold of myself!
I look up at him and try to act as if I didn't just imagine him fucking me on my washing machine and say, "Well, if you like cars, I just might take you out to see my pride and joy later, in which case you'll get to walk through the mud room." I say teasingly. I know that I just completely avoided his question... again, but at this point I don't think I could lie to him convincingly, and honestly... I don't want to ever lie to this man. So, I deflect and I'm silently praying that he allows me to, once again, get away with it.
"Oh, really, and just what type of car is it?" He jokingly asks. But, I can see in his eyes that he knows that I just evaded his question. I can see the curiosity brewing there, but he lets it go. Thank. God!
"Oh, nothing too special. Just a 1953 Porsche 356." I say, like it's no big deal.
I hear Edward gasp, so I stop and look up at him. He's stopped on the stairs and his eyes are huge. When he finally speaks to me it is in an awe-like whisper. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, sir." I say with an exaggerated seriousness to my voice, while desperately trying not to laugh at the expression on his handsome face. I face forward again and continue up the stairs.
"Are you sure you don't want to show me the mud room and the garage now?" Edward asks in a cute boyish-sounding voice, which causes me to look back at him over my shoulder.
"Hmm. Maybe if you're a good boy later, I'll show you my car." I say to him as seductively as I can, without coming off creepy.
I hear Edward say okay, and then, I don't think I was supposed to hear, but I could've sworn I heard him say 'oh... I'll be a good boy alright.'
I'm not sure what's going on between us; but, it's very clear to me by my own body's reaction to even the thought of him saying 'oh... I'll be a good boy,' to me and from the fantasies that I've been having, in and out of his presence, that I want this man. I want this man badly!
We continue our tour through the second floor; I make sure to show him all of the bedrooms upstairs. The last room we come to is the playroom; we both decide to sit down and hang out with the kids until the pizza arrives, which happens not even five minutes later.
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Once all of the kids had their fill of pizza and juice, they ran back upstairs to play. I was afraid that Edward was going to leave now that he had eaten and since Brittney was staying the night. While we both were cleaning up the little mess that was made in the kitchen, I decided to ask him if he wanted to stay and talk for a while.
"So, Edward, – "
"Bella, – "
We both laugh. Then, Edward waves his hand towards me – motioning for me to go ahead. "Um... I was wondering if you would like to sit down with me and talk for a little while. I feel like all I've done tonight is give you a tour of my house and feed you. I would actually like to talk to you, too." I say shyly while ducking my head. I'm still so afraid to put myself out there. So afraid that he is only interested in being friends. I'm about to let him know that it's okay if he just wants to go home because I have a busy day tomorrow when I feel his hand cup my cheek, gently guiding me to look up at him.
"I would really like that." He says and then chuckles. "That was actually along the same line of what I was going to say." His eyes are twinkling and they look so open and inviting. Unable to help it, I smile at him and nod my head.
"Okay, well let's go into the living room."
We both grab our drinks and make our way back into the living room. I sit down on the loveseat and I'm pleased when he sits down next to me. After placing my drink on the end table I look at him and ask him my first question.
"So, have you always lived in Bellevue?"
"Pretty much. When my brothers and I were little, my parents lived in Seattle, but much like you, they decided that they didn't want to raise us in the city so they bought a home here."
"Are you close with your brothers?" I ask, while I pull one leg up onto the couch.
"Yes and No. I'm the middle child, so of course there are times they both get on my nerves. Jasper is my best friend, though so we spend a lot of time together. And, I get along with my older brother, Emmett, alright." I nod my head in understanding. I can feel the guilt trying to come back from all of the years that I didn't talk to Gabby, but I push it back down not wanting to ruin my time with Edward.
Edward clears his throat and then asks, "So, I believe that Alice mentioned once that you work for a magazine?"
"Actually, I own a magazine." At my statement, Edward raises one of his eyebrows signally for me to continue. I sigh and decide it would probably be better to get this out of the way now instead of later. I always hate this part of getting to know someone, because they either feel awkward around me once they find out about my money or they end up using me for my connections instead of wanting to genuinely be my friend.
I fidget with the bottom of my t-shirt, trying to figure out how to begin this topic. Edward must notice that I've become nervous, because he places his hand on top of the hand that was fidgeting and says, "Hey, what's wrong?" I look up at his face and decide that if I really want this to go anywhere, whether it is for us to become romantically involved or for us to become good friends I need to get this out in the open. So, with a resigned sigh, I lean back into the couch and start to really share who I am with Edward Cullen.
"So, yeah... long story short, I graduated high school at seventeen and I had my bachelor's degree in English and Journalism by my twentieth birthday." I looked down at my hands, clear my throat again, and continue. "When I was nineteen years old, I was hired to work at the Seattle Gazette; it was a little local newspaper which turned into a magazine. I loved my job and had become like a daughter to the owner." I take a sip of my water and then continue. "Anyway, while working at the magazine and before my twentieth birthday, I got the phone call that my Dad passed away. Along with the heartache of losing my Dad, I also found out that he was loaded and that he had left my sister and I over twenty million dollars each."
I glanced up at Edward, to see how he's reacting so far to my story; I've come to learn that if the person I'm talking to already seems excited or eager at this part, then they are only interested in my money and not me as a person. But Edward's face is open; he's simply sitting, waiting for me to continue. So, I do.
Finally, after I've finished telling him about my magazine and how it all came to be, we both just sit silently next to each other. The silence starts to bother me, because I have no idea what he's thinking. Then, out of nowhere, I hear him chuckle. The sound of him laughing makes me jerk my head up towards him.
Part of me starts to get agitated that he's laughing. For the life of me, I can't figure out what I've said, or what there was about my story in particular that was so amusing. Edward finally calms down and looks up at me. I find it hard to continue being pissed at him for laughing when he looks so happy. The look on my face obviously alerts him to the fact that I'm upset, because he looks at me and tilts his head slightly like he's trying to figure out what's wrong. I see his eyes go big, and then he sits forward, and puts his left hand on my knee.
"Oh, Bella, please don't think I was laughing at you." He shakes his head and chuckles again. "Far from it actually." He says.
"Well, do you mind telling me what I said that made you laugh then, because I really have no clue?" I state with a huff.
"I was thinking about how this is the first time –" he pauses and I watch as a look of contemplation takes over his face. "Yeah, first time ever that I've meet someone who actually has more money than me, and is pretty close to, if not equal to the wealth of my parents." He chuckles again.
"And that's funny because...?"
"Sorry." He squeezes my knee, and then sits back on the couch. "You see, my family and I are constantly being approached by people who simply want to be around us, friends with us, et cetera," he punctuates with a wave of his hand, "Because of who we are socially, let alone how much we're worth."
I nod my head at him, because I completely understand what he's talking about. "It's hard to know when someone is honestly interested in getting to know me or my family for honest reasons – and not to increase their own social standing or to get something out of the relationship financially." He leans back and takes a drink from his water. "As you can imagine, I'm sure. There have been numerous times where my brothers, Jasper and myself especially, and I have had to navigate through peoples' bullshit for each other – and sometimes even for our parents." As Edward finishes his sentence, I notice that his eyes have taken on a dark, haunted look. Honestly, I'm curious to find out why his demeanor has changed, but I know that the conversation is probably a little bit tenser then what you would expect for a normal getting-to-know-you talk, so I don't pry.
"Unfortunately, I've had to protect myself from those types of people. But, fortunately, my sister never had to deal with that. Her and my brother-in-law lived a very modest life, so people in Dallas didn't know how much they were worth. They both had decided to continue living in our childhood home, so the only thing that really changed for them was the amount in their checking and savings accounts." I say with a shrug.
Edward looks at me for a moment and then says, "I gather from what you just said that the kids have no idea that their family has so much money?"
"No, they have absolutely no clue."
"How are they handling the change now? I mean obviously there's a difference in how they're living compared to how they did with their parents."
"Yeah, that's something that I struggled with at the beginning. They had such a simple life with my sister, and I knew that by moving in with me their lives wouldn't be simple anymore." I pause trying to think of the right way to explain.
"With the money and the magazine, I have a lot of people who are interested in knowing what's going on with my life. Hell, from time-to-time I've even had reporters following me." I roll my eyes at the absurdity of the thought that people would actually be interested enough in my life to want to read about it.
"Anyway, I think they're handling it okay. It was harder on them when we lived in my building."
"In... your building?"
"Oh, yeah, I own The Ambrosia. It's where my penthouse is."
Edward's eyes are huge as he takes in what I just said, and then with a slow, unsteady voice he says, "Wait. What? You own The Ambrosia?"
"Yes, I own The Ambrosia, and I'm actually looking to buy a couple of other properties. I've found that rental properties have been a very good investment for me and I'm looking to expand my portfolio." I quickly, almost defensively explain. As I glance up at Edward and he's giving me that odd look again, just staring, but this time he's kind of blinking at me, too.
"Edward, are you alright?"
"Ah, yeah. Ah, sorry. It's just hard to get used to, you know." He gives me a pleading look.
"You mean, the money?" I ask timidly. Maybe I've said too much…?
"Yeah, its not a bad thing. Not at all, it's just that I've never been able to talk about finances so openly before with a woman and not be nervous about it. It's great actually. It's freeing, does that make sense?" His face looks so unsure, like he's afraid that he's upset me.
"That makes so much sense to me, it's almost scary." I laugh causing him to laugh as well.
We continue to talk about finances for a little while longer. I find out that he inherited three trust funds and that he has a majority of his money in the stock market or in savings. He asks me about what I look for when shopping for real estate and we spend a good hour talking figures on what I've been able to make so far.
"That's incredible." Edward's looking at me with so much awe and pride that I can't help but blush.
"Yeah, I'm really proud of what I've been able to do with the building and that's why I'm looking at a couple of other properties."
"Would you ever consider taking a partner on one of your projects?" Edward asks.
"I don't know, I guess it would depend on who it was and the property that was in question. Why, would you be interested?" I ask jokingly, nudging his arm playfully.
"Actually, yes, I think that me and my parents would be interested. Especially my mother." He states seriously.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Okay, well, there's a property that's 'rumored' to be going on the market in Downtown Seattle. It is a large brownstone that's currently divided up as a tenement building." I realize that I'm rambling, but I can't help it. I love the acquisition, demolition, remodel, and leasing process of a new property. So, while I am animatedly waving my hands, I go on to tell him how I think that the property can be split into four luxury apartments and that each one could bring in anywhere from twenty-seven to thirty-five hundred dollars a month.
It's obvious that Edward is really interested and we go on to talk about arranging a time that I can show him the property. He goes on to suggest setting up a meeting with his mother, but I persuade him to take a look at the property first.
"You know, I would like to meet your mother for the first time, without having a proposal for a joint real estate venture. I would hate for her to see me as a woman that was only interested in her money." I say while shaking my head.
"I'm sure that my mom would pick up on that right away." He states in response.
"I hope so."
Silence settles in around us again, but it's not unpleasant this time. It's comfortable; in fact the only thing that would make it more comfortable would be if I were cuddled up next to Edward. I sigh out loud, not meaning to.
I hear Edward chuckle, then he says, "Am I boring you?"
"No," I sigh again, and then I blush while confessing some of my thoughts to him. "I was just thinking how this," I wave between the two of us, "is nice."
"It is." He turns towards me so that he's facing me more. His right leg is now bent at the knee and perched across the cushions on the couch. This new position now has him angled towards me with his back leaning against the arm of the couch. "So, would you mind if I ask you some personal questions?" He asks.
"Only if I get to return the favor." I reply coyly with a playful smirk. I turn towards him as well and bring my feet up onto the couch with me, tucking them up under myself.
"That's only fair." He says then he looks at me for a moment. I can't figure out if he is trying to decide what he wants to ask me or if he's trying to work up the courage to ask me a particular question, so I just sit back and take small sips from my glass of water, waiting patiently.
"Okay, um..." He fidgets with the front of his t-shirt, and then blows out an exaggerated breath. "Hell, I'm just going to ask, because it's been bothering me since I first meet you this afternoon." He states aggravatedly.
"Okaaay, you know, you can ask me anything, Edward." I say while leaning forward and placing my hand on his left knee.
"Why are you still single?" He all but blurts out at me and then he doesn't even really give me a chance to respond before he goes on. "I mean, you're absolutely beautiful, the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen, and you're smart, and caring, and funny. Hell, part of me was afraid about coming over here and spending time with you because I figured that something had to be wrong with you for you to still be single, but I've sat here with you for hours and I've got nothing." He huffs; shaking his head in what I guess is frustration.
I'm about to respond when he puts his head in his hands, all of the sudden, and groans. "Shit, you're not single, are you? Shit, shit, shit! I just assumed..." He continues to mumble to himself, a majority of which I can't make out, but I decide to go ahead and stop his ranting before he ends up pulling his beautiful hair out.
"Edward..."
"Edward..."
I reach over and place both of my hands on his face and force him to look at me. In doing so, he's stopped talking, which was my goal, but now our faces are so close to each other and I realize that if I lean in just a little bit our lips will touch.
"Edward." I hear my voice say again breathlessly.
"Yes?" He finally replies while he beautiful green eyes are staring at me.
"I. Am. Single. And if you'll calm down a minute, I'll try to explain why." He shyly nods his head so I let go of his face reluctantly and I sit back in my spot again.
"In a nutshell, I'm single because I used to be a workaholic, I can't trust men because of my money, and I'm afraid of commitment because of my Mom."
"So, do you want to date now? Or, are you still not looking to date anyone?" Edward asks while fidgeting with his t-shirt, not looking up at me.
"Yes, I want to date. But, because of the kids, I'm going to be real picky, which I think you can understand because of Brittney." I watch as he nods his head. "So, can I ask you a question now?" I say while trying to keep the teasing tone out of my voice.
He clears his throat and looks up at me. I can see that he's still unsure of himself, which I find so cute and endearing. "Same question." I state with a raise of my eyebrow. "Why are you still single, Dr. Cullen?"
A/N: Thank you for reading! So, let me know what you think about this chapter? Next chapter we will get more of EPOV!
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