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~Bella~

"I'm making my famous pot roast for dinner. I'd love it if you stayed. It's Edward's favorite."

Elizabeth, or Liz, as she's asked me to call her, has got to be one of the sweetest people I've ever met. She's managed to not only make me feel welcomed, but also to feel comfortable in her presence.

"I'd love to stay, as long as Edward doesn't have other plans for us." I look over to where Edward is chatting with his father, and he gives me a thumbs up. "Would you mind if I helped you in the kitchen? If this is Edward's favorite, then I better learn how to make it."

She looks shocked, but happy at my request, and wastes no time leading me to her gorgeous kitchen.

"Do you cook?" Liz asks as she grabs a second apron from a hook in her pantry.

"I can get by. I like to cook, but I never really learned properly." I tie the apron around my waist, but look up at her to catch the look full of compassion.

"Well, I'm willing to teach you if you'd like to learn." Such a simple offer, but it means so much to me. I can only nod, too afraid I'll burst into tears if I open my mouth. Thankfully, she changes the subject.

"Edward tells me you met at the club?"

I'm not embarrassed about what I do, but I don't want Edward's mother to think that I'm some kind of trollop either.

"Yes. I tried working a traditional job, well, three, and I just couldn't make it. There was too much debt. I'm grateful for the opportunity Playboy gave me."

"Oh, sweetheart, you don't have to justify your job to me." She looks over at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Everything is set in here for now, follow me."

I follow her into a small parlor, or sitting room, and over to a bookshelf. She pulls a scrapbook down off of the shelf, and hands it to me.

"I had no reason or motivation, other than I thought it would be glamorous. And it was." She sits next to me on the dark brown leather sofa just as I open the scrapbook to the first page.

There on the very first page is a photograph of Liz in the Playboy Club dressed in a powder blue bunny costume. The color is a perfect complement to her shoulder length blonde hair and classically beautiful face. She was stunning. I trace the photo lightly with my finger before looking up at her with questions in my eyes. It's hard to believe that this classy, perfectly put together wife and mother had the very same job as me.

I take my time flipping through the album, taking in every photo from her Bunny days. There are photos of her at club openings and at events. There's some of her in The Bunny Lounge with other Bunnies. There's even a few of her in costume with Ed.

"I'm a blue Bunny, too. Dark blue, but still blue." I don't know why this pleases me as much as it does.

"I'm sure you're lovely in blue. I'll have to get Ed to take me to the club one day to visit."

Placing the photo album carefully back on the shelf, I follow her back into the kitchen to finish up with dinner.

Ed and Liz are so sweet with each other during dinner; I begin to see where Edward has learned how to treat a woman. You'd never know it based on only what you see before you get to know him, though. I'm beginning to think that gruff exterior is nothing more than a defense mechanism, though, if we're being honest.

I make plans to have lunch with Liz next week, and to meet with Ed again on Monday morning at Edward's office. Ed gives me a fierce hug and a promise that he'll get everything sorted out while Liz kisses both of my cheeks, as well as my forehead, before embracing me as we make our way to the door. I'm surprised when I see Edward hug his dad. I never expected him to be so openly affectionate with them.

The sense of relief is almost overwhelming. I honestly thought my situation was a lost cause, but, after speaking with Ed, I'm confident that some, if not most of this mess can be salvaged. He warned me that it'll be a long, tough road, but I'm ready to face it.

I reach over, and pull Edward's hand into my lap as he drives, playing with his long, elegant fingers. "What's going on in that pretty little head?" He asks as he turns slightly to briefly look at me. The way the moonlight is filtering through his window makes him look otherworldly. I take a deep breath, and force my thoughts to stay focused. It's too easy to get lost in the beautiful man beside me.

"I'm thinking about how grateful I am to your parents. I'm thinking about how loving they are. I felt safe and wanted. I liked that. I'm also thinking about how I don't have to make those ridiculous payments anymore, and how that's going to be so nice. I can probably get a car soon. That'll be really nice."

"I'm glad you were able to get some peace of mind. What a bastard." He clinches his jaw, and it makes the angle look sharp enough to cut glass. God he's sexy.

"I don't want to talk about Aro."

He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't relax either. This is not how I want this night to go. We had such a great day. I want happy smiling Edward back. I also kind of want to sit on his face, and that's definitely not going to happen if he's grumpy.

"You look exactly like your dad."

That earns a smirk. "You got a thing for my dad, Bunny Blue?"

I can feel my cheeks heat because, yeah, Ed is hot. "Obvi." I go for nonchalance, but, judging by Edward's chuckle, I fail miserably. With my face flaming, I try to save face. "Your mom is beautiful. With parents that look like that, it's no wonder you're a total babe."

"Nice save." There's my full megawatt smile. The one that makes the butterflies erupt and my lower belly clinch. I have to change the subject before I climb over the center console and jump him right here.

"It's so cool that your mom was a Bunny, too. She showed me her photo album."

"Yeah, she did it for years. My dad has pictures in his office. I'm surprised you didn't notice them."

"I was distracted." I see that he's not merging to get off on my exit. "Hey don't forget I have to stop by my apartment to pack. I leave for New York tomorrow."

He smoothly changes lanes just in time to make the exit. "Oh yeah, how'd that fitting go?"

"They're putting us in pink for one of the shoots and for the appearance."

The distaste must be written all over me because he chuckles again. "You don't like pink?"

"Pink is fine, I just feel like a little kid in a pink bunny costume."

He side eyes me, "Trust me, there's nothing childish about you in that bunny costume, no matter what the color." He licks his lips to drive his point home. Perv.

"We're doing a black and white shoot, too, so they're obviously putting us in black. I'm excited about that one."

"You gonna take a few for me?"

"Well, yeah. I've got to get those hot models off your wall somehow." I love when he flirts with me.

When stop at my apartment, I throw everything that I need for New York into my ratty old suitcase, as well as some other clothes to leave at Edward's house until I get moved into my new apartment. As I'm going through my underwear drawer, I notice a set I've never had a reason to wear, and I toss it in the box as well.

I'm beyond grateful that Ed is immediately submitting petitions on my behalf. That frees up my entire paycheck as well as my tips. I'm going to be able to live comfortably, and even buy some new furniture. You can imagine the relief I felt when he told me that I'd never have to make another payment to Chase, or anyone else. Not in regard to my parents estate, anyway.

It's saddening how much Aro has taken from me. We didn't get to discuss the finer details, but apparently it's a lot. Ed says Aro will be lucky if he doesn't spend the rest of his life in prison.

I drag the huge suitcase into the living room, thankful that I won't have to carry it. It's heavy and bulky, and to be honest, I'm not looking forward to lugging it to New York. But it's all I have, so it'll have to do.

When we get to Edward's house, he takes the bag upstairs, and puts it on the bed for me. He points out a couple of empty drawers that I can put my clothes in until I get moved. He heads into his giant closet and emerges with a smaller rolling suitcase and sets it on the other side of the bed.

"What's that?" I ask, pointing toward the very expensive piece of Louis Vuitton luggage and toiletries bag that he's laid out on the bed.

"That, my sweet girl, is the luggage you're going to take to New York because I refuse to carry that contraption through the airport." He leans his shoulder against the wall, and crosses his arms across his chest, clearly braced for an argument. The problem is that he's not going to get one from me. I'm relieved to not have to carry that huge, ugly suitcase. I swear to all that is holy that it weighs more than me.

"Okay. Thanks, babe."

He looks surprised by my easy acceptance of his sweet offer, but doesn't say anything about it. He merely kisses the top of my head, and lets me know that he'll be in his office working while I get everything sorted out.

It takes nearly an hour and a half, but I feel so much better once everything is put away and my bags are packed. I double check everything, and then pull out the gorgeous white lacy lingerie before heading to the shower.

I throw one of his white dress shirts on over the lingerie, tousle my hair, gloss my lips, and make my way to his office. I don't say anything, I just lean against the doorframe, making sure that the shirt is pulled away from my body, and doesn't cover anything.

He looks up from his computer, and I'm momentarily distracted by how insanely hot he looks in his glasses. He takes them off, and leans back in his leather chair, slowly letting his gaze slide down my body. It's almost unnerving how long it takes for him to react, especially because all he does is push his chair away from his desk, and curl his finger to beckon me over.

The intensity in his eyes gives him away, though. That, and the sexual energy pulsing in the air.

He steeples his hands under his chin, lightly stroking his two day old beard as I discard the shirt, and slowly make my way over to him wearing only sexy white lace.

I don't do anything when I finally make it over to him but stand there and let him look. He's a very visual man, and likes to take his time just looking. Appreciating. He makes a twirling motion with his finger, prompting me to turn in a slow circle, allowing time for him to admire the back view.

He reaches out to trace the scalloped edge of the bustier, and then lets his hand slide down to caress the soft skin of my stomach before reaching out to grasp both of my hips in his large hands. He pulls me toward him, and immediately attacks my ample cleavage with his lips and tongue.

His hands slide around to squeeze my bottom, and I let my head fall back at how good his mouth and hands feel.

I slide one of my hands into his soft, silky hair and slide the other around his broad shoulders when he pulls me to straddle his lap.

He pulls his mouth away from my breast just long enough to groan out, "I love this." As he slides one of his long, elegant fingers under the strap at my shoulder. I pull on his hair to tilt his head back so that I can kiss his mouth.

My lips barely graze his before he presses his tongue into my mouth. I can see it as I'm closing my eyes, and I can't help but moan; it's got to be one of the sexiest things I've ever seen.

He reaches up to grip my jaw, tilting my head just the way he wants it. I thought it would be a turnoff to have such a dominant lover, but I was grossly mistaken. Everything about the way he touches me turns me on.

I'm an impatient, wanton mess by the time he agonizingly slowly, and very thoroughly explores my mouth. I both love and hate how much control he has. I love it because nothing has ever felt so amazing, and I hate it because all I want right now is feel him inside of me.

I can't help but grind myself against the very hard bulge in his jeans, desperate for any kind of friction I can get.

But then I remember my plan.

So as much as it pains me to do so, I pull away from his mouth and climb off of his lap. He looks confused for a second, but the hunger in his eyes comes back tenfold when I slowly sink to my knees. I try to calm my trembling hands as I remove his shoes and socks, but it's so hard with the way he's slouched in his chair intently watching me. His very presence is intimidating.

I sit high up on my knees, and reach for his belt buckle, easily getting it along with his jeans unfastened. He lifts his hips to help me pull them off, and there it is. Long, thick, and standing at attention.

He reaches behind his head, and pulls his sweater and tee shirt off in one fell swoop. It's such a guy thing to do.

I place my hands flat on his thighs, noticing the way the coarse hair tickles my palms, and look up at him as he again leans back in the chair. I allow myself a moment to admire him in all of his naked glory, taking in the way his jaw is clenched to the sculpted muscles of his chest and abdomen.

When my gaze finally makes it to his peen, I swallow hard. I have no idea how I'm going to fit that monstrosity in my mouth, but I'm sure gonna try. This man does so much for me every single day. He treats me like a queen. The very least that I can do is give him an awesome blow job. I know I've got some skills, so it's time to put them to use.

Wrapping my hand around him, I pump a couple of times before softly squeezing the base. I place an open mouthed kiss on the head before dragging my tongue along the underside from his balls to the tip. This earns a hiss from him.

With my confidence surging, I look up at him with innocent doe eyes as I take as much of him into my mouth as possible and suck hard, hollowing out my cheeks.

"Fuuuuck!"

His deep voice fills the space as I pull back slowly, swirling my tongue around the head. He threads his fingers into my hair, and tugs as I slide my mouth down on him again and again, never taking my eyes off of his.

"Your lips look so fucking good wrapped around my cock."

I close my eyes, and let his dirty words surround me, working his shaft thoroughly. When he starts thrusting into my mouth, I know he's close. My jaw starts to ache, but I'm determined to make him come.

I take him back as far as possible, and when the head hits the back of my throat, I start swallowing. The sensation is enough, and with a deep groan, he releases down my throat.

I don't even have time to taste him before he's pulled me up onto his lap with his tongue in my mouth. I've never had a guy kiss me after going down on him; I'd have to say it's insanely hot.

He manages to rid me of my bustier and panties without ever pulling away from my mouth, and then he stands abruptly, turning me so that I'm facing away from him.

He grabs my hip with one hand and pushes between my shoulder blades with the other so that my torso is lying flat against his desk.

I push back against his hand that's currently massaging my butt, and he dips it lower to feel that I'm drenched and ready for him.

He positions himself at my entrance, and presses inside slowly, allowing me to acclimate to his size before moving in and out in deep, steady strokes.

His large hands caress my back before grabbing both of my hips, and using them for leverage to pound into me. It's hard and fast, and when he reaches around to pinch my clit, I'm done. I feel as though I shatter into a million pieces as he groans and collapses into his chair, bringing me with him to curl into his lap.

My body feels like Jell-O as melt against him, thoroughly enjoying the way he's kissing me and caressing my skin. It's such a sharp contrast how he can be such a domineering lover, yet so tender afterward.

He easily picks me up, and carries me to his bed settling in to curl around me. I relax into his embrace, and think for a moment that this must be what love feels like. Whatever the feeling is, I never want it to end.

The next morning, we bustle around the bathroom getting ready, and he makes the time to take me to the airport. I'm deeply touched by the effort, and have to swallow back those three words that are on the tip of my tongue as he kisses me goodbye.

I take the fancy rolling luggage from him, and fight back tears as I head through security. I don't know why I'm being such a baby; I'll see him in seven days. That's nothing.

Once I make it to the gate, I'm distracted by the group of girls I'm traveling with. I'm thankful to have Alice and Carmen with me, although I'm sad that Esme declined the trip. I'm determined to have fun because I've never been to New York, and now I have some money to spend.

The flight is short, but it's nice that we're treated to business class. It makes sense why they asked us to dress professionally. We are representing Playboy, and they always want to maintain a classy image.

A stretch limo picks us up from the airport and takes us to The St. Regis New York, the hotel we'll be staying in during our trip. It's magnificent, unlike anything I've ever seen before. The lobby is marble with gold accents, and has a painted ceiling. I'm in awe of its ornate beauty, and I wish so much that Edward was here to experience it with me.

I look over at Alice, and she looks to be as awed as me. When she looks over at me, she reaches over to grasp my hand. I know what she's conveying without saying a word. Neither one of us ever imagined we'd see, let alone stay in, a place like this. I'm so overwhelmed with gratitude for Playboy and all of the opportunities it has afforded me.

Once we get checked in we make our way to our adjoining suites. Mine is decorated in creams, gold, and deep blue. Appropriate. As I let my gaze wander around the living room, the huge bouquet of red roses catches my eye. My heart flutters in my chest as I make my way over to the arrangement and pick up the card that's propped against the gorgeous crystal vase.

Tears once again well up in my eyes at the note that's inside.

Bunny Blue~

Did you know that there are over 900 species of red roses? Just a bit of trivia for you.

I miss you already.

~Edward


Uh oh...sounds like someone is feeling the L word. What do you think Bella will do with that tid bit of information? Are you guys excited to hear about her New York Bunny experience? Do you think Edward will miss her? How do you think Aro is taking being served with the legal documents?

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