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BPOV

Stepping out of the hot musky club into the cold fresh air was an immediate relief. My continuous blushing had left me with warm, rosy cheeks. Not my most attractive look I must admit. As hard as I tried to stop my flushing cheeks I knew there was no hope when I was this excited. I glanced down at Edward's hand entwined with mine and a big goofy grin spread across my face. Real cool Bella. I looked up at him, craning my neck. Hmm that was new. Wearing killer heels like this and still having to look up at a guy was a rare occurrence for me. It was nice leaving me with a warm, protected feeling.

We hadn't spoken much inside of the club due to the pounding music and need for concentration as we manoeuvred through the warm bodies and little tables. Immediately after we left he turned to me, and asked if I was fine as I looked a little flushed. Damn cheeks, I had thought. I had been able smile and comment that I was fine thankfully and was saved further embarrassment at my obvious attraction to him by him informing me that he was going to call a cab.

Our hands remained interlocked as he ordered the cab, which was the cause of my wide, manic grin. It struck me how much like a couple we looked to passers-by. They probably imagined us as young and in love which is how I had felt for a foolish moment as I grasped his cold hand. I shook my head thoroughly, realising how much I needed to distance myself emotionally if I were to get through this with any degree of dignity and professionalism. It was mostly my recent lack of boyfriends and the fact he had chosen the most romantic session we offered, I reasoned with myself. It had to be the explanation for my up until now unexplainable desire for this stranger. I slid my warm small hand out of his much larger one reluctantly going to lean against a nearby BMW. He turned abruptly at the loss of contact and for a second I thought I saw a flash of hurt flash through his eyes as he looked at me. I ignored it though, smiling broadly at him. Immediately his eyes were warm and molten. He snapped the cover of his swanky iPhone shut. While I normally found the action repulsive and arrogant with Edward I just found it sexy and driven. Especially as he then proceeded to run a hand through his sex-hair and just muss it up further. I very nearly drooled.

''Listen,'' he started shyly. ''I've never done anything like this before and I don't know what it entails no fuck I don't mean it like that. I obviously know how sex works I mean I'm not a complete idiot even though I'm totally coming across as one now I guess it's just that I-''

''Edward.'' I interrupted his adorably nervous rambling. I left my position of leaning against the BMW and joined him on the damp pavement. He watched me almost warily as I inched closer to him. ''There is absolutely nothing to be afraid of. Overthinking this is just going to make it a stressful experience for you and that's the opposite of what you want. I understand that even guys with a wide sexual history can feel pressured when faced with a situation like this but please relax. Let me take care of this.''

I took a short step forward closing the distance between us. His heady, masculine scent was almost overwhelming my senses. I snaked my arms around his neck, moulding my body to his strong, muscular form and pressing a chaste kiss to his stony lips. At least I intended it to be chaste. Edward's surprised reaction to my bold kiss caused his mouth to open, releasing his intoxicating taste and leaving the perfect entrance for my tongue. I'm ashamed to admit that I practically attacked the man, my tongue swirling around his mouth while my fingers slid up his neck, fisting in his hair. After a brief pause Edward responded to me his lips moving in sync with mine, his hands grasping my waist and pulling me toward him. Once I felt him respond I lost the little control I had left and made to wrap my leg around his waist. His stature immediately turned to stone and broke our grasp easily even though I had been holding onto him with all my strength. In the blink of an eye he was a foot away from me facing toward the car I had been leaning against a moment ago. I barely registered this in my current haze of desire. I felt dizzy and dazed, shocked at my bold reaction to him and amazed at the connection I had felt between us.

''Izzy….''' Edward's voice was strained. ''You'll be the death of me.''

''Don't worry. I'm a professional.'' I joked weakly.

He turned towards me then and even from my distance I could see his eyes were black as coal. They fascinated me in the way they could change colours in according to his mood. As I thought about this I felt a crushing sense of disappointment and rejection. It was thankfully alleviated by his next sentence.

''That was phenomenal but….I have some reservations you could say. It's hard for me to keep control.''

I was confused but didn't push it and anyway I was too busy jumping for joy he enjoyed our kiss. I certainly did.

''It's fine Edward. Let's talk about it when we get to mine ok?'' I smiled at him, widely and genuinely. I couldn't wait.

He nodded and I couldn't help but grin in anticipation as the taxi-cab pulled up in front of us. I slid my hand into his and he opened the door politely for me while I slid in and soon he was joining me his arm wrapped around my waist. I quickly settled into his embrace and gave the taxi driver my address unable to stop my wide smile.

The drive to my apartment took mere minutes as I was entranced with the conversation. I had never felt more self-conscious in a way but I had also never felt more comfortable and in touch with a client. So much so that I couldn't even think of him as a client anymore. He was Edward.

We exited the cab (Edward gracefully, me not so much) and I led him up the dark, downtrodden path to the grey building I called home.

''I know it doesn't look like much but it's the first place I've called my own home and it's beautiful.''

Edward looked dubious.

''Well beautiful to me.'' I tacked on as an afterthought. My apartment was 3C on the third floor and had a surprisingly beautiful view of Port Angeles' Botanical Gardens. As we entered the cramped entrance hall, Edward stopped to look around but I hurried him on, praying he hadn't seen the little mailbox with 'Bella Swan' taped onto it. I slipped off my heels as we reached the stairs, chatting amicably about Kings of Leon, a band we both enjoyed immensely. Edward paused in his opinion of their latest album and looked curiously at my bare feet.

''Oh the elevator has been broken for as long as I've lived here and my feet are killing me.'' I replied to his look sheepishly.

''Ah the perils of 6-inch heels huh?'' he asked, laughing. I narrowed my eyes at him, placing my hands on my hips, in a mock-stern fashion.

''Hasn't anyone told you no pain no gain? ''

He laughed harder as I walked up the stairs, looking about two feet shorter than I had before. I barely came up to his bicep now. His laughter continued until we reached the door marked 3C. I fumbled for my keys in my handbag, throwing Edward a collection of random crap as I emptied the little leather bag in search of them. Eventually I found them and opened the door to the welcoming sounds of Jerry Springer.

The apartment had a small entrance hall leading into a modern furnished kitchen-cum-living room. The kitchen was simple and clean with white cabinets and an island topped in a grey and white checkerboard design. It looked onto the living room which had light grey walls and thin white curtains covering the large windows. There was a plush grey rug set in the middle of the room with a white coffee table littered with magazines, make-up and an assortment of snacks. There was a bright red corner sofa, covered with white and grey cosy cushions that faced toward the moderate sized television. It was on this couch that Harley was laid out, a magazine clutched in her French Manicured hands and a bowl of Minstrels perched precariously on the cushion next to her.

She heard the door close behind us and called out. ''Hello?''

I immediately resented her sexy Southern drawl. There was a brief moment where I considered shielding Edward's eyes and leading him directly to my bedroom, bypassing scantily-clad Harley. I dismissed it as soon as I thought of it. Harley was one of my best friends and she would never steal a client from me. She worked at the agency with me and Edward had surely seen her picture in my folder but had still chosen me.

I walked into the kitchen, clutching my heels and greeted Harley. She waved and returned to her magazine briefly before she sat up in shock, having just noticed Edward as I stepped out of her line of vision and he came into it.

Again I was struck with jealousy as I noticed her appreciative ogling of Edward and when I saw her outfit. Her long, perfectly highlighted blonde hair was loose down her back and fell in loose waves over her voluptuous cleavage. She wore a tight navy V-neck camisole and her round backside that she was famous for in the agency was well accentuated by her miniscule, boy-short panties. Her long, tanned legs were crossed in a yoga pose and she confidently stared at Edward.

''Harley this is Edward, Edward this is H-'' I reluctantly introduced them but was interrupted.

''Harley.'' She unfolded her golden legs and bounded over to him, shaking his hand.

''It's a pleasure to meet you.'' Edward said politely. His smile was friendly but he looked nowhere near her cleavage or legs. I was impressed. I was further impressed when Harley turned to return to her position on the couch and her ass was open for ogling but instead his gaze slid to me.

''You have a lovely home.'' He commented.

''Thanks Edward, you're too kind.'' Harley replied, smirking. I knew she was rising me and she did it well.

''Shouldn't you be covering my shift?'' I asked through gritted teeth.

''Oh it looks like you've got your shift covered it seems.''

I glared at her, my fists clenching. Why couldn't Angela have been home instead?

''Oh relax. It was a quiet night that's all so I headed home. If anyone calls between now and 12 then I'll go. I'm dressed and everything.''

Edward laughed loudly and the laugh was so musical I couldn't help but join in. He stopped laughing then and walked over to me, his eyes full of desire.

''Can we take this to your bedroom?'' he asked, his voice rough. I giggled and winked at Harley before grasping Edward's hand and skipping toward my bedroom.

My bedroom was my safe haven and I rarely let clients in there, but with Edward I was comfortable. My bedroom was small but decorated to my tastes. 3 of my walls were painted cream while the back wall where my bed was positioned had cream wallpaper with hundreds of inspirational quotes splashed across it in pink and turquoise. My bedspread was turquoise with random comfy pillows scattered across it in an array of colours. One of the walls was a large wardrobe while the other held the window which had a light turquoise curtain covering it. Next to my bed there was an overflowing bookshelf filled with my favourites. I turned to Edward gauging his reaction but his eyes were looking only at me. In two short strides he had crossed the room and gathered me up into his arms.

I was in heaven.

A/N: Okay this is more than double the size of my other chapters so I've decided to leave it there. You guys know what's coming next thank you for reading and reviewing.