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Work really sucks today. And it's not because it's Monday.
It's because all I can think about is Bella. Every time she walks by my office, my heart beats a little faster. My palms start to sweat at the thought of her coming in here. I don't think I'm ready to face her yet.
I haven't spoken to her since we left the bar Saturday. She danced with the douche bag for a couple more songs and acted like I wasn't even there. I was the one she invited to go out, yet there I was sitting all alone drinking shots. I wanted to walk up to the asshole and knock the fuck out of him, but I can't lie. I still remember the pain in my hand after punching James and that guy could probably kick my ass.
I was probably being an asshole, but when she finally came back over to where I was sitting, I stood up and told her I was ready to head out. After I said those words to her, I didn't speak to her again for the rest of the night except to say goodnight when the cab dropped her off in front of her building.
So, I was giving Bella the silent treatment when all I really wanted to do was be anything but silent.
I wanted to pull her into my office and lock the door behind us. I would walk us over to my desk and push her back against it. Reaching around her, I would sweep my arm across the top of it and rid it of all the unnecessary clutter.
Then I would lift her up on the desk, sliding her ass to the very edge. I would reach under her skirt and slide her black lace panties down her legs and tuck them in my pocket for safe keeping.
Then, before she could even take a breath, I would thrust into her quickly and fill her completely. I would make her moan my name so loud the entire office would hear it and know exactly what was going on.
"Edward?" I heard Bella's voice from beside me. "What are you doing?" she asks. I look down and notice that my hand has a mind of its own suddenly. Without even knowing, my hand was rubbing up and down my very prominent erection. Bella's eyes grow wide before I snatch my hand away and wheel myself under my desk.
"What can I do for you, Bella?" I ask her, my voice squeaking a little. She walks back on the other side of the desk and smiles at me.
"I was just wondering if you wanted to head out to lunch today? My treat. I figure we can go to the little diner on the corner," she says, hopefully. I had to have been crazy to think that giving Bella the silent treatment would last.
When have I ever been able to tell Bella Swan no?
