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Cullen Technologies Inc.

Chapter Ten: Moving and Starting

Stepping into the elevator had been a mistake, I knew as I watched her glossy ponytail swinging gently back and forth in front of me, mesmerizing me with its movement that I should have waited. I should have found an excuse to delay my arrival until the doors had closed and she had been safely whisked away, but I couldn't…

My feet had propelled me forward without my permission. Even though I knew being that close to her was dangerous for me, I couldn't seem to stop torturing myself…

It had been that way from the first time I saw her. I'd only just made the move back to Chicago from Italy, and rather pathetically was already at a loss for something to do. I wasn't due to start work officially until Monday morning, indeed Carlisle and Mrs Cope had been busy organising a welcome to the office presentation, including an unexpected gift which they assured me I would love. The presentation was an opportunity for me to be introduced to the employees and shown around, but this was the Saturday before and I couldn't stand the thought of staying indoors staring at the walls all day.

My mom Esme had taken it upon herself to fully organise my new apartment. To keep the peace and avoid antagonizing anyone before I had even arrived back in the country, I'd willingly given her free rein in doing this, knowing how much it meant to her that I was back home again, that our family was whole again…

Because of her superior interior decorating skills, everything in the apartment was both perfectly laid out and exquisitely coordinated. All that needed to be done when I first moved in was for me to walk through the door, hang my coat up, take my shoes off and relax back on the comfortable dark leather couch. There was no lugging of heavy furniture around, no arguing over who was going to get the task of painting the walls or choosing the correct tiling, it had all been taken care of before I even flew into the country.

I admit the place was beautiful. It was conveniently located for the office and I certainly appreciated all the hard work that had been put into it. From what Esme had told me as she kept me updated with progress reports, Alice had also had a hand in the design and furnishings, something she had always enjoyed doing.

I tried to be as enthusiastic as possible whenever we spoke, I didn't want to sound like an ungrateful bastard when they were all working so hard to incorporate me back into their lives as smoothly as possible. Unfortunately I was the one finding it hard work adjusting, this new chapter of my life still felt rather surreal, as if it belonged to someone else and I was just borrowing it for a while.

Shit, this is my new life now…better get used to it…

I hadn't brought very much back with me from my life in Italy. Only a few personal possessions and clothes which I was already beginning to realise were entirely inadequate for the Chicago fall, let alone the forthcoming winter. Because I had no intention of selling my house over there, hoping to return whenever possible for brief moments of soul boosting sanity and sunshine, I'd left pretty much everything behind. My friends had kindly agreed to keep an eye on the place and open it up for me whenever I made it over. Of course in return I had happily agreed to their request of full use of the pool and facilities whenever they fancied, glad that at least someone was going to get use of them.

Rather than sitting on my couch feeling sorry for myself, wallowing in memories of recent times when I had been relaxed by the pool, basking in the warm sunshine of Tuscany, while sipping a cold glass of wine, I instead decided to drop into the office that Saturday morning.

I was hoping to get a feel for the place again since my last visit had been several years ago, as well as taking the opportunity to figure out for myself where everything was before the big reveal on Monday. There would still be a few people working, but it wouldn't be as fully staffed as I knew it would be during the week, which hopefully would give me the opportunity to mooch around discreetly without too many questions being asked.

Luckily I'd already been issued with my security pass and key card, Carlisle having organised for them to be done before my arrival. I had a suspicion that even without me having to say anything; as usual my father understood me only too well and knew that my most likely plan of action would be to bury myself in work as quickly as possible.

I might as well get started…after all; I knew work would be my main focus once I was back…

After a couple of hours of exploration, an unexpected discussion on security measures with a very enthusiastic employee who introduced himself as Tyler Crowley and several offers of lunch from various eager women who seemed rather keen on furthering our acquaintance as soon as they found out I was the new boss, I was feeling an urgent need to escape.

Grabbing my overcoat I headed back down to the entrance lobby in the elevator, and then out through the revolving doors into the fresh and rather chilly early afternoon air of Chicago. Although I had grown up in the area and had come back a few times each year to visit my family, I was keen to re-explore the nearby area, to see what had changed in my absence and reacquaint myself with old memories.

As I walked fairly aimlessly around, taking in the changes and relishing the peace and quiet, I realised what I really needed was coffee. I was planning on heading back home to forage for some food as I knew that Esme had fully stocked my kitchen with groceries and I was a decent enough cook.

Additionally Emmett had done his part in welcoming me back by furnishing me with a stack of menus from every conceivable restaurant that had a delivery service, so I knew I wouldn't starve. What I was really craving right now was a quick hit of caffeine.

As I realised this, already missing my morning habit of stopping for a caffè at the local bar on the way into the office, I looked across the street to notice a coffee shop I hadn't seen before. The sign above the store had an outline of a cupcake in hot pink with the words "Bite Me" above it.

Looks promising…hopefully I can get a decent cup of coffee there…

As I entered the store, I was immediately struck by the relaxed feeling of warmth and comfort that the place exuded. The shop was tiny; essentially one small glass fronted counter filled with tempting looking cupcakes and cookies which made my mouth water, behind which I was pleased to see a proper full sized coffee machine. The rest of the shop was filled with an eclectic mixture of comfortable chairs and couches for customers.

Thank God…It's definitely not a standard coffee chain outlet…

Having gotten used to small, independent coffee bars and cafés and their more personal touch over the years I found that I much preferred them to the ubiquitous mass produced identical stores which had sprung up on every street corner. Glancing around as I entered, I could already picture myself comfortably ensconced here, tucked into the corner of one of the couches with a good book to while away an afternoon, in fact it was close enough to both the office and my apartment to possibly be a regular haunt.

The guy who was working behind the counter took my order for a double espresso before he turned to begin efficiently preparing it. I usually restricted myself to milder, longer coffees when I was working otherwise I would pretty much be asleep at my desk by mid-morning. A weird family trait I shared with Alice meant that the more caffeine we imbibed, the more relaxed we became. As I was only planning on heading back home and possibly catching a nap for the rest of the afternoon I figured a little extra relaxation assistance wouldn't go amiss.

As I waited, still standing at the counter, I began drumming my fingers gently against it in a vague recollection of a familiar tune which had been tugging at my memory for a few days now. As I tapped, I reflected once again on how glad I was that the one thing I had insisted upon having for my new apartment was space for a piano. I had played for most of my life, eventually dabbling in some composition for my own pleasure.

The familiarity of being able to sit at a piano and lose myself in the music was something that soothed me and reminded me particularly of happy times from my life in Italy, friends gathered round the pool, grilling our lunch in the outdoor kitchen area before I would sit at the piano situated just inside the sliding patio doors and play as everyone lazed around in the sunshine. Relaxing with a cold beer as the sun drew lower in the sky, lighting vast numbers of candles so the light flickered around the whitewashed walls, casting shadows and sparkling off the water in the pool in little glittery flashes.

This is getting ridiculous, you've only been back a few days and already you're home sick…

Shit…you are going to have to get it into your head eventually…this is your fucking home now…

I did love my family immensely; we'd been very close when I was growing up. I had missed them a lot over the last few years and I knew they had missed me too, particularly Alice and Esme. They had never understood my reason for suddenly upping and moving away from them, indeed moving out of the country entirely.

Yeah, I think you'll find that's because you never told them the truth about why you moved…

Although they had tried to accept my decision I knew that I had burnt a lot of bridges by my abrupt actions. I could only hope that as I got used to being back in their lives and vice versa, I could begin to at least try and repair some of the damage that I had caused to our relationships.

I had always made sure that I kept in regular contact with everyone, calling and emailing and visiting whenever I could, but I knew it wasn't enough. Alice in particular had been upset that I had never asked them to visit me in Italy, always opting instead to fly back to Chicago, although I'm not so sure she wasn't more upset by the lack of Italian shoe shopping opportunities, than being invited to see my home…

I didn't expect them to understand my behaviour, in fact even I was rather bemused by my twisted logic at times, I just couldn't see how I would ever be able to explain my feelings to them properly.

Fuck…I'm not sure that I would ever want to explain them…

My life in Italy was so different; I was so different since I'd been living there that I preferred to keep a safe distance between them, I wasn't sure that I could deal with the two parts trying to mingle successfully.

Pulling myself out of my chaotic train of thoughts I glanced around the coffee shop once again, this time taking note of the customers scattered around. As it was early afternoon there were a few groups of women surrounded by shopping bags, obviously taking a break between stores.

There was also a girl sitting in the far corner in a comfortable looking leather armchair, hunched over a laptop which she was scowling at as if it had just told her some very bad news. As my eyes slid over her form I could see she had dark hair which seemed to be pulled back into a casual bun, I could just make out the top of what looked like a pencil haphazardly poking through it.

She appeared to be wearing a dark long sleeved t-shirt but the laptop resting in front of her obscured the rest of her outfit from my view. I then noticed a girl brushing past me. She had straight dark hair tied up in a ponytail and was wearing an apron. I guessed she must have emerged from the room behind the counter as my head was turned, and was now headed over in laptop girl's direction.

As I watched, laptop girl looked up, obviously becoming aware of her impending visitor. When I got my first proper look at her face I couldn't help being intrigued by her open, relaxed expression. I was certain I had never seen her before, I was sure I would remember her face, but I couldn't shake the feeling that she was somehow familiar to me all the same…

Huge chocolate brown eyes sparkled happily as she grinned up at apron girl who was obviously a friend of hers. Her lips were rosy pink and a little pouty, her skin like porcelain, the pale hue contrasting against the darkness of her hair and clothes.

Hmmm, she's pretty…

As I leaned nonchalantly against the counter, trying to at least make an attempt at discretion and not stare shamelessly at them in their private moment, I couldn't help noticing how her face lit up with her wide smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly as she grinned.

She hastily balanced the laptop onto the table in front of her before launching into an animated conversation with her companion who had sat down on the couch opposite. As I watched I could see her shoulders shaking as she laughed at something apron girl had said, her hands flying through the air as she used them enthusiastically to emphasise her words.

She's definitely expressive…

My attention was suddenly directed back to the counter as I heard the guy who was making my coffee place the plastic lid onto the takeaway cup with an audible pop before turning back around to hand it over to me. Grateful not to be caught blatantly ogling someone who was obviously known to the employees of the coffee shop, I smiled broadly in thanks before heading back out the door, cup in hand. I was careful to keep my eyes focused forward, not risking a look in the direction of laptop girl again, however much I wanted to.

~~~~~~**~~~~~~

Even as I worked my way up through the electronics company I had been employed by, a few months after my arrival in Italy, I knew that eventually I would be moving back to Chicago. It had always been accepted that I would be taking over the CEO position from my father Carlisle, I was just grateful that he yet again had understood without me having to explain, that it would take me some time to be ready for the responsibility that came with the position.

Over the last couple of years, the conversations I would have with Carlisle began to include more and more subtle hints about him wanting to spend more time with Esme, maybe taking the opportunity to do a little travelling together, or spending more time working with the charities that were closest to them.

I knew Carlisle had been secretly hoping that I would work my way up through C.T.I. for a few years after graduating, but instead I had opted for experiencing working in the industry without the backup ensured by having the family name behind me. The time away had been good for my growth, both personally and professionally and I was confident that I would now be an asset to the company.

I had finally taken the hint at a landmark birthday celebration of Carlisle's. Esme had been so happy to see me, hugging me for about five minutes before she would let me go and as I looked into first my mother's and then my father's eyes, I knew it was time to stop being selfish and trust that I was now finally worthy of their unwavering belief in me.

The first week of working at C.T.I. was long and busy. After my introduction on the Monday morning and the presentation, which to my delight was a huge hi-tech coffee machine from a knowing Carlisle, I spent most of the week having meetings with more people than I could honestly remember names for.

I was certainly glad Mrs Cope had agreed to transfer over to working for me; she was someone I had known my entire life and I was comforted by her relaxed and knowledgeable presence as I settled in.

It soon became apparent there was one particular task which Mrs Cope ending up having to undertake on a fairly frequent basis. It could have been amusing if it wasn't actually so fucking ridiculous.

Emmett had already warned me about the number of women, available or otherwise who worked at C.T.I. apparently they had been rather fond of him and had in the past taken any opportunities available during the working day to approach him with various salacious offers.

Now that Emmett had met and become involved with Rosalie whom I had yet to meet, due to her presence he was currently considered off the market. My recent arrival and presumably the thrill of the new and unknown quantity meant their attentions seemed to have been transferred to me as the allegedly still available Cullen, which frankly left me feeling rather exposed.

When the first tentative offers were made I made sure to thank the individual for their kindness before politely explaining that I wasn't looking for any form of relationship at the moment, preferring instead to focus on my new job.

Although I didn't feel the need to expand my explanation, even if I had been looking for a relationship I had a number of strict rules set in place in my mind, one of which was definitely not to mix business with pleasure. I had seen enough awkward situations caused by messy interoffice breakups to be wary of that idea.

Unfortunately, it soon became apparent that the polite refusal approach wasn't deterring anyone. Although I made sure I gave identical negative answers to everyone in case they were comparing notes, or trying to be "the one" who changed my mind, nobody seemed to be taking the fucking hint…

In fact, it wasn't until later in the week that I realised some of the women hanging around, trying unsuccessfully to chat me up, were actually the same ones I'd refused in the previous few days. Due to the vast number of faces I had been introduced to recently, it took me a while to realise that although the outfits were different the women were the same…

What was her name again…Laura…? Laurel…?

I even tried to ask Emmett for his advice in how best to deal with them, believe me…not something I'd do unless it was a last resort…I just know he'll harass me for all eternity… Unfortunately he just laughed hysterically, thumping me on the back sympathetically which nearly knocked me off my chair, before telling me I was just going to have to find myself a "Rosalie" to defend my honour.

Eventually Mrs Cope either felt sorry for me or got sick of the constant interruption as she began to do some damage limitation on my behalf, trying to at least dissuade people other than my family from coming up to the top floor unless there was an official meeting planned. I was grateful for her efforts as for the most part this gave me some freedom, even though I was venturing into dangerous territory if I tried to leave the floor.

This is getting ridiculous…I've even contemplated getting a fucking bodyguard just so I can walk about…I can't even grab a sandwich from the staff restaurant without the whole room going silent as I walk in…I'm not some celebrity here… I'm just trying to do my job…

By the end of the first week it felt as if I'd been given the contact details of pretty much every woman who worked in the company. Every time I was handed a piece of paper it turned out that it wasn't the report I'd asked for, or the completed form that I'd requested, instead each sheet of paper contained home numbers, cell numbers, email addresses and home addresses - some of them even with a hand drawn map with both walking and driving instructions attached.

At the end of each day Mrs Cope and I would take great pleasure in having a therapeutic moment by ceremoniously filing them all in the industrial shredder. Contrary to the number of offers that were made to me, although I was a regular guy with regular urges, I had always preferred quality over quantity.

I'm surprised they haven't attached naked photographs as well…although maybe that's next week…oh fuck…that wouldn't be good…

All in all, I was pretty glad when Saturday came rolling around again. Although I was still planning on going into work for a few hours I was mainly relishing the sense of freedom around the office that fewer numbers of employees afforded me.

Okay…if I'm being honest with myself I'm also looking forward to maybe stretching my legs a little on my way home again…I haven't been able to get laptop girl out of my mind this week…

Technically I didn't need to go and buy myself coffee from a shop which was actually in the opposite direction to my apartment, especially as I was perfectly capable of making my own from the machine in my office, or for that matter the one in my apartment...

Logic didn't seem to matter to me today however; I just hadn't been able to stop thinking about her. I wouldn't say I had ever been a believer in love at first sight or anything quite so dramatic, but there was definitely something about laptop girl that had piqued my interest and was currently pulling me towards the coffee shop in the hopes of seeing her again.

Since the previous Saturday her image had appeared regularly in my mind whenever I took a moment to relax, I don't know what it was that drew me in, but I couldn't seem to get the thought of a pair of deep chocolate brown eyes out of my mind.

I had also spent an unhealthy amount of time lost in thoughts of her dark mahogany hair; what would it look like if I reached over and pulled the pencil from it, releasing it…how long would it be as it cascaded down and settled around her pale shoulders…or if it was spread out below me over a pillow…would it be as soft and silky as it looked if I were to run my fingers through it before lightly gripping the back of her head, pulling her towards me and pressing my lips firmly to that perfect pink mouth of hers…

Shit…not again…

During my frequent contemplations about her I had come to the decision that I wouldn't risk walking over to the coffee shop until the following Saturday. I wasn't sure if she would still be there on a weekday, and frankly I wasn't keen on the possibility of the women I had secretly dubbed "my stalkers" following me outside the office in the same way as they tended to do when we were inside it.

Not only did I not want to risk being suddenly cornered by one of them, I was also loath to allow them to possibly follow me there; I wanted to keep my discovery of the soothing coffee shop and it's mysteriously tempting occupant to myself, a safe sanctuary in this bizarre new life of mine.

The next couple of weeks followed a similar pattern. I was still being accosted fairly regularly at work, although Mrs Cope was doing her best to keep them at bay, even going as far as fetching me lunch from the staff restaurant so I could stay out of the way like I was some freakish beast who needed to be hidden away from public view in the top tower.

Shit…I'm beginning to feel like the unworthy star of a Disney fucking musical here...I just hope I don't suddenly burst into a song and dance routine…

I began to look forward to my Saturday afternoon ritual more and more. Although I had been unable to persuade myself to do anything more than watch Brown Eyes surreptitiously from a distance, the now familiar and welcome sight of her curled up like a relaxed kitten in what seemed to be her favourite chair each week never failed to calm and soothe me. The sight each weekend seemed to act as a balm to my soul, unconsciously releasing the tension of my working week from my shoulders.

I had changed my name for her from "laptop girl" to "Brown Eyes" on my second visit to the coffee shop. It no longer seemed appropriate as she wasn't actually using her laptop that time, her head being buried in a book instead. I was itching to glimpse the title of the book she was reading, curious to find out her taste in literature. Frustratingly, all the time I was sneaking glances in her direction the cover was obscured from view.

Each time I saw her I cursed my hesitance to go over and introduce myself, or at the very least maybe try drinking my coffee at a nearby table instead of getting it as a takeaway. Considering the number of women who threw themselves at me each day even though my every action made it clear I wasn't interested, it was somewhat frustrating to realise the one woman who had sparked an interest in me appeared completely oblivious to my presence.

I tried very hard not to look like a crazy obsessive stalker during these visits, careful to moderate my glances so as not to raise any suspicions, only allowing myself a quick searching glance as I walked in and a brief sweeping look as I pretended to take in the whole room while waiting for my coffee, even though my focus was inevitably only on her.

The third Saturday I saw her caused my stomach to churn nauseously as this time she wasn't alone. A man was sitting on the couch opposite, with his back to me as I stood at the counter. Although I couldn't see him clearly he did seem familiar to me and I wondered if I had met him before, or even if he was an employee of C.T.I. I had to clench my hands into fists to try and calm myself as I watched them as they chatted amiably.

Fuck, I can't even bring myself to talk to her…I don't even know her name and yet irrationally I'm getting jealous because another man is daring to talk to her…

My sudden bad mood was only assuaged when the apron wearing girl I recognised from my previous visits headed over in their direction and unceremoniously dropped into the mystery man's waiting arms, sitting in his lap as he stroked her hair away from her face.

Thank fuck for that…he's with her, not Brown Eyes…

My fourth visit was the one that completely threw me. As I walked up to the coffee shop I could see the windows were already misted over, the steam from the coffee machine had created a frosted effect over the windows which obscured my view inside the shop. As I opened the door my eyes automatically swept the back corner, my shoulders slumping as I realised it was deserted.

You know…you can't really expect her to conveniently be sitting there every Saturday for the rest of your existence on the off chance you man up enough to actually try talking to her one of these days…

As my eyes continued to travel around the store my breath caught in my throat as I realised that she was instead directly in front of me heading towards the counter. Too far away to be able to catch her I could only watch and wince as she stumbled and crashed into the corner of the counter. As I followed quietly behind I could hear her mumbling as she rubbed at the spot on her hip that she'd hit.

Unsure of what to do and not wanting to frighten her, I cleared my throat to announce my presence.

As she spun around and looked at me, her eyes widened and she appeared to stop breathing as she looked up at me. I was finally close enough to be able to look at her properly…

Had I really once thought that she was merely pretty…?

Now that I could see her features properly she was far more than pretty, she was beautiful and I didn't know how I hadn't realised that immediately. Her dark hair was still pulled back in the inevitable messy bun and I had to grip on to the edge of the counter to stop my fingers from automatically reaching up to pull the pencil out as I had done so many times in my dreams.

Her brown eyes were framed with long lashes that almost brushed her cheekbones as she blinked. As I stared into them, I could see that the depth of her eyes was astonishing; I felt as if I was looking into her very soul, and I knew I would never again think that brown eyes were fairly flat and bland.

As I continued to stare at her I cleared my throat nervously again, unable to think of what to say. I'd never felt nervous in front of a woman before, usually finding it pretty easy to make conversation when I wanted to, but there was something about finally being near this girl that had completely unnerved me.

I assumed as she was now standing behind the counter she must in fact work here. She must have just been on a break each time I'd been in before… I decided therefore my best course of action would be to try and act as normal as possible, asking for my usual coffee to go.

At first she didn't respond to my request.

Fuck Cullen, that's probably because she's freaked out… you do realise you're still staring at her…

After I'd repeated my request I couldn't help smiling as she abruptly came out of her trance, blinking furiously and shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts. She muttered, appearing to give herself some kind of pep talk before she suddenly began rambling on about the possibility of breaking the coffee machine, waving her arms around to emphasise her speech as I had watched her do previously.

She then pressed her lips together as if she was willing herself to stop talking before bouncing from foot to foot. To be perfectly honest I hadn't really noticed much of what she said, I was far more interested in the soft, musical tone of her voice, and the gorgeous pink flush that flooded her cheeks as she eyed me nervously.

Fuck, that is cute…when was the last time I met someone who actually still blushed…?

After I'd agreed to whatever coffee she offered me, even though I had been intending to get my usual double espresso, she turned to prepare it and I couldn't stop my eyes from drifting downwards to admire the curve of her ass which was accentuated by the sexiest pair of jeans I'd ever seen.

Quickly bringing my gaze back up again before I got caught and almost blushing myself, I handed over some cash for the coffee. As our fingers brushed together I felt a tingling sensation from her touch. I was already hard just from being this close to the woman who had inhabited a number of my more interesting dreams recently, the combination of the electrical current which ran through my body and straight to my cock along with the visual of her incredible ass meant I had to stifle a groan.

Fuck…one look at her and I'm like a horny seventeen year old again…

Casting around furiously for something to distract her before she noticed my physical reaction to her presence, and hoping to try and begin a conversation with the fascinating creature before me, I decided to ask her about working at the shop.

"So…you work here…?"

Unfortunately her one word negative answer wasn't exactly helpful in prolonging the conversation, plus it confused the fuck out of me...

I pointed out the obvious factors which had led to my conclusion, standing behind the counter, wearing the t-shirt, taking my order and cash, preparing the coffee, unfortunately I then realised that to emphasise my point I was staring at her breasts as I was speaking…

Shit…technically I was staring at the shop logo on her t-shirt…but she probably thinks I'm just a sick fuck who is staring at her cleavage…

Yet again, she responded with a single word negative.

And I'm done…

My brain had obviously decided to give up now, there was way too much happening at the same time for it to process, and I couldn't find any more coherent words to force out of my mouth than a hesitant "okay…"

Brown Eyes looked rather glad that I didn't attempt to continue our conversation, fixing the coffee and handing it silently to me. After I mumbled my thanks to her I briefly debated whether to try and salvage anything from this bizarre interaction. Unable to think of anything scintillating I settled for expressing my hope that she hadn't hurt herself too much when she stumbled into the counter before making my escape, hoping to avoid embarrassing myself any further.

As I let myself out of the door, closing it gently, I let out a loud groan, shaking my head. If I hadn't been laden down with the coffee and my briefcase I would have been raking my fingers through my hair repeatedly in frustration at my behaviour.

What the fuck is wrong with you Cullen, you can't even converse normally with her…?

Perhaps that's why I hadn't made any move to interact with her before…Maybe my subconscious was telling me I would be better of sticking with fantasy rather than reality…At least in my imagination I could interact with her like a normal human being, the display I'd managed so far in front of her didn't exactly bode well for my chances…

A/N I hope you liked the first EPOV of the story and that the timeline isn't too confusing, their meeting at Luigi's will begin the next chapter, unfortunately I can't change the way the words want to flow in this story, I just listen…

I know that everyone on this site says the same thing, but reviews are honestly the only indication I have as to whether I'm doing an okay job or not, so thank you to everyone kind enough to let me know their thoughts!