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I seriously am sorry for the long delay. I had ridiculously long, finals. I hope everyone enjoyed Edward's deliciousness on screen or Jacob if you are a fan of him. For me, I'm all about Edward, Edward, Edward. *sigh*

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Chapter 10: Innuendos

BPOV

To: Isabella Swan

Hey Bitch,

I'm enjoying the view of The Swan crumbling into little pieces of shit.

Here's a dustpan for you to get a head start on that big clean up job.

J. Volturi

I angrily crumpled the note I received from Jane Volturi with the same force I would smash an empty soda can. I didn't know what I was going to do with the unopened gift that was generously bestowed upon me like I was knighted by King Arthur himself. That ugly fugly wench deserves to be bitch slapped and tossed around like a rag doll.

That hoe is going down!

It was difficult to avert my evil and sinister plots of ending her demise when I needed to prepare for meeting. I sighed as I tried to focus on reviewing my notes and sketches I had prepared for the architect.

Since my father was still in a meeting with the architect, I decided to take a "me" moment to enjoy my version of a happy pill - my tasty red velvet cupcake. To thoroughly enjoy the taste of my of this mouthwatering deliciousness, I wanted to feel laid back so I loosened my hair which was in a retro high pony tail and shook my head so that my waves cascaded down my back. Oh yeah, that's much better. I'm feeling better already. Now back to that cupcake of mine. My mouth started to salivate at the aroma my sweet treat was exuding and I slowly raised the delectable treat to my mouth and sunk my teeth through the creamy frosting and straight down through the heavenly confection.

"Mmmmm," I moaned as I closed my eyes.

"Ah hem." Someone cleared their throat loudly.

My eyes fluttered open and I blushed furiously realizing I had an audience. I looked up at the door to see who so rudely interrupted me from indulging in happy place. The next thing I know, I started to choke on the piece of cupcake I was attempting to eat. I tried to cough to help dislodge it or for the damn thing to slide down my throat. Crap! Am I going to choke to death? Is this what my life has come to? What did I ever do to deserve something like this to happen to me? I was a good daughter damn it. I ate my fucking nasty peas and got good grades in school. Shit like this doesn't happen to me. Ever. I must have done something in my past life to deserve this. Yep. That must be it. I mean why would I be cursed to see none other than him standing in my office.

Need I say more?

"Shit!" He exclaimed rushing over to me.

I could feel his strong hand patting my back. This simple movement without having to do the Heimlich maneuver did the trick as the piece of cupcake dislodged from my throat.

Immediately, I chugged down my coffee like I was inhaling a bottle of beer and slammed the cup down.

"Thanks," I said wiping my mouth.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, thanks again," I replied with a wary smile.

"Bells, are you sure you are okay?" Charlie interrupted us from a soon to be awkward moment.

"Yeah, don't worry dad. I was just trying to eat my cupcake. I was caught off guard because I didn't hear you come in."

"Okay, I'm glad you're okay. I was scared for a second there. We did knock, but you probably didn't hear us." Charlie gave me a once over to be sure I was okay. "Well, I guess since you're fine, let me go ahead and introduce you both." I scoffed at my dad since he didn't realize that I was acquainted with Mr. Sexy Abs in more ways than one.

"So this is Edward Cullen the architect and Edward this is my daughter, Bella." Charlie gestured to both of us through his brief introduction.

Both Edward and I said our respective hello's and shook our hands. Immediately, I felt a surge of electricity as our hands touched. I'm not sure if I noticed this before, or maybe it could be because all the other times we touched I my body was feeling numb or maybe I was too oblivious to notice this jolt passing between us. I couldn't remember at all. Damn alcohol. I pulled my hand away from his grasp so my dad didn't suspect anything at all. He is quite the perceptive man being in the business world. My dad would flip if he found out what happened and how we really meet. After all, I was still his baby girl.

Since I was eager to get this meeting over with, I led him to the round table I had in my office that which was already spread out with my documents, and drawings I wanted to go over. I quickly sat down and gestured for him to sit across from me.

I was surprised when my dad all of a sudden plopped down too.

"You know, I really liked what Edward envisioned the projects to be. So, I'm going to just sit right here and listen in. Pretend I'm not here." He waved his hands for us to begin.

Awkward.

"So, let's do this then," I said.

"Let's do this? You mean right here?" Edward questioned with his head tilted at me.

"Yeah, right now."

"On this table?" He raised his eyebrows up in wonderment.

"Uh, yeah where else?"

"Shouldn't we wait?"

"Wait for what?"

"Until we go over your ideas and then do it?"

It? What is this "it" thing? Oh. Oh.

"Do what?" My dad asked cluelessly.

"Nothing dad. Just talking about how the meeting should progress." I answered hoping my dad wasn't catching on with Edward's underlying meaning.

Edward smirked with cockiness as he started thumbing over the folder and binder I had set out in front of him.

What was he trying to do? I shook my head trying to figure out, but decided to let it go for now.

I handed my dad a folder and binder too. In a brief overview, I went over a simple outline of what the meeting would entail and a short introduction to my project.

"Please turn to page 6, and you will see a diagram of what I want in terms of the layout for the first floor. The letters in each box correspond to the diagram key on the back of page 5."

Edward took a moment to review the diagram and then took out a pen from the inside of his jacket.

"Okay, this is what I suggest," he said as his pen hovered over the diagram. "Let's ram B up nice and tight between A and C." He pressed the pen down hard on the page and roughly brought his pen up in the little sliver of space in the middle of A and C. Wait, did he say ram something in between – what?

"Actually, let's pull B out. It may too big, or too long, you know. It won't fit in that small hole. On second thought, let's thrust it back in."

I gulped.

"What would make it even better is if we could find a long woody and make a strong grip on its shaft and stick it in the center over here."

I nodded stupidly at his suggestion.

"Great idea," my dad stated as he ooed and ahhed over Edward's concept.

"What do you think, Bella?" Edward leaned back in his chair and crossed his leg nonchalantly.

I cleared my throat. "That's, that's a great idea," I replied in a slight shaky voice.

I couldn't myself, but hearing his words, I had to rub my legs together to create some sort of friction.

"I think so too," he agreed with a knowing smile.

Ugh. That asshole knew what he was doing the whole freaking time.

My dad interrupted our little musing and asked Edward some questions about the layout of the second floor. Thank goodness because at this rate he was going, I might have to go to confession about all the sinful deeds I'm thinking about doing to his inviting anatomy.

"Bella can I get your input on this?" my dad asked.

"Sure."

"What do you this here?" Edward asked.

"I think putting a window there won't be so feng shui. It's too big." I explained.

"Big can be a good thing, don't you think?" Damn, I just walked into that.

I refused to answer that and decided two can play at this game.

As my dad unknowingly kept Edward distracted a bit, I slowly lifted up my leg and nuzzled the toe of my heel on his pant covered cock. He began croaking like a frog and I smiled deviously.

"You need something to clear that throat out?" my dad asked Edward with concern.

"Yeah, do you?" I inquired as I slowly caressed him.

Gradually, I slide my heel down his leg as he hitched his breath. I laughed with a sinister chuckle inside my head as I stomped his foot with the ball of my heel.

"Shit!" he exclaimed as he jumped up from his seat.

Humph, that should teach him.

"Edward, are you okay? What happened?" my dad questioned like a concerned father he was.

"Ah, I ah stubbed my toe," he said awkwardly.

"Are you sure you're okay?" my dad asked again.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"Okay then."

The meeting continued on without anymore sexual innuendos. I think Edward was afraid I was going to do the same thing on his other foot because he scooted his chair away from the table. Funny I tell ya.

We discussed some ideas back and forth with my father.

I sighed as the meeting came close to an end.

"Also, on page 8, are some ideas I also had floating around in my mind and if you could review them and take what you know and what I want it and put together some drafts."

"No problem, that's my job," Edward said confidently.

My dad thanked Edward and left the office to meet Em. Now there were two.

"Thank you for coming." I stuck my hand out trying to be professional and shook Edward's hand.

"Not yet, but I will be." He winked at me.

"You better stop saying stuff like that! And in front of my dad?" I smacked his arm hard.

"Shit that hurt." He rubbed the place where I hit him.

"That's what you get, stud."

"I'm a stud, huh?"

"Don't you ever give up?"

"How about go out with me and I just might," he suggested slyly.

"I don't know."

"Hey, you owe me for stomping on my foot," he insisted with his puppy dog eyes.

"I'll be a good boy," he pouted like a school boy. Uh huh, sure. Like I believe him.

"I'll let you stomp on my other foot if I'm not on my best behavior," he begged with his hands clasped together like a prayer.

Tempting, very tempting. But still…

He must have sense my hesitation because he added the word most girls hate, "Just as friends."

I felt myself swaying in agreement with him.

"Just dinner and nothing else, I swear." He crossed his heart.

"Actually, l'm fiending for dessert." Plus he doesn't deserve dinner alone with me, yet.

"Uh –," he started to say something.

"Uh uh. Don't you dare." I pointed my finger at him to stop him from saying another innuendo.

"Okay, okay." He surrendered his arm up like a cop pointed a gun at him. "Pick a place and I'll see you after my meeting with Em."

I shut my office door as he walked out.

What did I just get myself into? I'm supposed to stay away from players like him.

Damn him and his innuendos.

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