A/N: Thank you for sticking around to see this chapter appear. It turned out to be hard to write and quite long. Yes, long and hard. I hope you all like it like that.
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Some notes on this chapter: the song from "Love, Actually" is "Too Lost in You" by the Sugababes. A link to the video will be on my profile and blog. Christmas in New Zealand is in summer, but we still often cook a large hot meal in the middle of the day. A pavlova – arguably New Zealand's national dessert - is a large meringue, hard on the outside and soft and fluffy in the middle, usually covered in whipped cream and fruit. It is yummy. "King Dick" Seddon was New Zealand's longest-serving prime minister, from 1893-1906. In the next chapter we'll see how hard Bella was working during this lead-up to Christmas.
Smooches to debb24601, Whitbysucks/girlpower and FluffyLiz for their love and support, and to Totoro over at Twilighted. You are the wind beneath my wings.
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The Exclusive
Chapter 11
EPOV
I was waiting for Bella to come out of the ladies' room when Emmett came rushing up to me.
"Paul's looking for you. The Aussie prime minister's on the phone and you must have your cell switched off."
I reached into my pocket and turned my phone back on. I hadn't wanted to be disturbed while I was with Bella. Not even for a foreign head of state.
"You'd better go, sir."
I hesitated, looking between Emmett and the bathroom door, before nodding and following him out. I wanted to get him to check who might have been up in the gallery, but that would have to wait. We used the back entrance to return to the Beehive without meeting any partygoers, then took the lift to my office. Alastair was pacing, looking anxious.
"There you are! He's on hold."
After a brief conversation, I hung up the phone. My mind was filled with the possibilities his call had brought, so I wasn't really listening as Alastair droned on at me. Instead, I walked out onto my balcony and surveyed the city. I didn't care I was getting wet from the rain.
"Go home, Alastair. Siobhan will be wondering where you are. I have a call I want to make, then I'll be heading home, too," I said, without even looking back at him.
"Yes, sir."
I waited until I heard him leave before I dialed her number.
"Bella?"
"What happened? Where are you? You left me in the loo!"
"I'm sorry. While I was waiting Em came to get me. I had to take an important call. Are you still at the party?"
"Yeah, the whole thing's winding down. Jessica's hanging on, though; I think she's trying to figure out who people are leaving with. Looks like Alice and Jazz might be heading off together," she snickered.
"He's your boss, isn't he?"
"Yep. Ali's had a thing for him for ages. I'm surprised at him, though. He's usually the first to lecture about dipping your pen in the company ink."
"We share a workplace," I pointed out.
"Mmm, but you're not my boss. You're the enemy… although there does appear to have been some sort of détente."
"Does that mean you're free to come up here and check out my new balcony?" I asked, hopeful of a repeat performance of the debating chamber.
"Haven't you had enough sex in public places?" she whispered. "I have a better idea."
After hearing her plan and hanging up, I stayed in my office to write myself a note regarding my Australian invitation. Bella wasn't the only one to have a sneaky plan.
I didn't want to inconvenience Emmett any more tonight, seeing he was doing so well with Rose, so I asked Paul to accompany me back to my apartment. At my front door he checked the lock was secure and stepped aside for me to use my key. I didn't want him to see what awaited me, so I quickly dismissed him before opening the door. Reluctantly, he agreed and wished me goodnight.
I opened the door to the sounds of food preparation in the kitchen. Bella had apparently stopped at the supermarket on her way here and was preparing steak and salad. I walked up behind her and spooned her to me.
"Now this is what I like to come home to."
"The little wifey in the kitchen? Oh, puh-leese!" She turned and rolled her eyes at me.
"Did anyone see you come in?" I asked.
"No. I made the taxi stop a block up the road and walked the rest of the way. I'm pretty sure no one saw me."
"In the rain? Oh, Bella, I'm sorry to have to make you do that." I pulled her close again and kissed her.
"It's OK. It's kind of exciting, all this cloak and dagger stuff. Shame about my shoes, though." Her smile faded as she looked at her bedraggled heels, which she had kicked off casually into a corner. As I looked at her wet shoes, her eyes wandered past me to the red dispatch box I had brought home and dumped on the side table. "Do you have much work to do tonight?"
"Not really. A little bit, it can wait."
"Good." She moved back around the counter and returned to her preparations. I watched as she made our meals, and within minutes we were sitting at my little-used dining room table. She had bought a Marlborough pinot noir – a label I recognised from my campaign visit to Blenheim – and I poured us both a glass. I put "Woodface" on in the background, and she nodded her approval.
Over dinner we talked about everything, and I realised this was our first proper conversation since that night at Caius' restaurant so long ago. Maybe we could only talk when "Woodface" was playing.
Bella talked about her children, her sister's blossoming relationship with that loud-mouthed photographer, and about Alice and Jasper. I talked about work, the new management at the family furniture factory, and Emmett and Rose.
Charlie's class was graduating from Police College next week, and on Boxing Day he would be travelling north to work as a constable in South Auckland. Bella was pleased for him, but understandably worried about the perils of the job.
"Carlisle's the patron of his wing," she smiled. "He'll get to give the graduation speech and hand out the prizes. It's nice that it's someone Charlie knows. It makes it even more special."
"Is Charlie up for a prize?" I asked, a plot already hatching in my mind.
"He hasn't said much, but I know he did really well on the gun range."
"I'd better mind my Ps and Qs around his mother, then," I laughed. "So, what's Renee up to for the holidays?"
"She's got a job at a clothing store for the summer, until varsity starts, but she wants to spend New Year in Sydney with her old friends." She pursed her lips, and I resisted the urge to lean forward and smooth them out with my thumb. "She's 17. I guess staying at home with her mum is unbearable."
"Her mother might have other plans," I said, and she raised her eyebrows. I tapped the side of my nose, knowingly, and she huffed.
"Ange will probably be out with Eric… What are you doing for Christmas?" she asked, suddenly changing the subject.
"I usually spend it with Carlisle and Esme. I have done the last few years, anyway, since… um, since Dad…"
"I'm sorry. It must be hard for you now, with no family. I'm so lucky to have Ange and the kids."
I smiled and took her hand across the table. "I have you. You're all I need."
She pulled her hand back. "See, that's what I don't really understand. It doesn't make sense for you to love me. We hardly know each other." She was still smiling, but I could tell she was voicing her real concern: that this was all a pretense. "I know why I want to be with you. You're gorgeous and funny and smart and kind… and you have quite a good job. You care about people and you want to help them. What I don't understand is why you want me. Am I like a charity case?"
"God, no! How could you think that?" I reached for her hand back, and grasped more firmly so she couldn't withdraw it. Avoiding her eyes, I stared at her palm and began drawing circles on it with my thumb. "You mentioned family. As you know, my mum died when I was 17." I glanced up and she nodded solemnly. I looked back down at her hand. "We were very close, and we had a long talk just before she died about the kind of man she wanted me to become. I have always tried to live up to her expectations."
I glanced up at Bella and saw she was tearing up. "Before she died she told me that one day I would find the woman I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, that I would know as soon as I saw her because she would move me. The night we met I was hiding. I was going to chicken out of running for Parliament. But you showed up, and restored my confidence in myself." I smiled at her astonished face.
"I'm a fairly simple man, with simple needs and wants. I guess I've never been what you would call a 'player'. Women approach me all the time, but no one has ever captivated me like you did. I felt instantly attracted to you, like you were my own personal brand of heroin. 'Homebake', home-baked just for me. I want to be with you because I don't see any point in waiting any longer for something I know I want and am going to have."
"But I didn't do anything, and surely I shattered all that confidence by running off?"
"I don't know. That just made me more intrigued by you." I brought her hand up to my lips and gently kissed each knuckle. "When you go to bed with someone you give away more than just sex. I waited to find someone I wanted to share that special intimacy with."
"So you haven't been with anyone since you first met me?" Bella sounded incredulous.
"I haven't been with anyone really since I was 17. There were a few girls I went out with, but I saw them more as friends and they soon got tired of waiting for me to make a move. The last one was when I was in London." I smiled and looked her in the eye. "Mum told me to wait for the right one. You are her."
Bella shook her head in disbelief and looked away. I appeared to have made her uncomfortable. "Alice likes you," she said eventually, in what I assumed was an attempt to lighten the mood.
"That's nice. But I don't want her," I smiled.
"She thinks you'll be good for me… because you're not like Ben." She suddenly seemed interested in the pattern on her empty plate.
I bristled when she said his name. I didn't know him from a bar of soap but I knew I didn't like him.
"He hurt you, Bella. He left you emotionally almost the minute you got together, from what Esme has told me. I would never do that. I don't ever want to leave your side." I love you.
"You're perfect, everything I've ever wanted… but I'm damaged. I don't know how to do this right, but I hope you will be patient with me until I can sort myself out," she said.
"Is it your job that's worrying you? 'Cos I'm not worried. You're one of the most accurate and impartial reporters I know. I doubt I could influence you in any way."
She smiled at the compliment. "Yeah, my job is a factor. Ben never hit me or anything like that, but he did shatter my self-belief. I work because it's the only thing I know how to do. He told me I was useless at everything else. So I worked to get away from him, to prove him wrong, and now I do it to provide for my kids. Charlie doesn't need me any more, but I've got to put Renee through university. And I'm afraid that without my job, I'm nothing."
"That's not true. You mean so much to me." Everything. "I want to help you see how fantastic you are."
Before I completely declared my love and caused her to run screaming for the door, I kissed her palm sweetly and stood up to begin clearing our plates. Bella looked at me oddly, like she had never seen a man do the dishes before.
"What? You cooked, so I do the washing up. That's how it works, right?"
"I think I love you," she said, shaking her head in surprise. I bit my tongue. I knew she was teasing me. So why is my heart racing?
While I rinsed our plates and glasses and filled the dishwasher, I could hear her inspecting my Blu-ray collection, snorting with derision. I was preparing to defend myself when she ran into the kitchen with a disk in her hand.
"I can't believe you have 'Love, Actually'. That is such a chick flick!"
"Esme gave it to me for my last birthday, as a joke." I frowned. "Although, now that I come to think about it, she said something about me using it for tips on how to get girls while being the prime minister."
She rolled her eyes and returned to the lounge to put on the movie. Dishes done, I joined her on the sofa, placing my arm around her shoulders as she curled into my side.
"Actually, you remind me a lot of Hugh Grant in this," she said.
"Really? I don't want to model myself on Hugh Grant, for God's sake. But he does have some good lines. Like 'Who do you have to screw around here to get a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit?' and he's willing to call out the SAS for his girlfriend. That sounds familiar."
She snorted. "They also think he's 'as gay as a picnic basket'. No, but, you know, he's charming, he has nice hair, and he's, um, kind of a dork…" My look of outrage made her giggle.
"I guess you're just here to tease me," I pouted, then suddenly lunged at her, tickling her all over.
"OK, OK! I meant you have a big dork… I surrender!" she squealed.
My tickling slowed and transformed into groping. After initially submitting, Bella joined in too, rubbing my arms and feeling my biceps flex as my hands explored her body. We were kissing passionately when she suddenly broke the embrace.
"Oh! I love this song." Bella looked in my eyes, lovingly. "It's always reminded me of you."
I smiled, but looked puzzled, so she began to sing along with the song in the movie.
"You look into my eyes I go out of my mind
I can't see anything 'cos this love's got me blind
I can't help myself, I can't break the spell
I can't even try…"
As she sang, she rose up on her knees and straddled my lap.
"I'm in over my head, You got under my skin
I've got no strength at all in the state that I'm in
And my knees are weak, and my mouth can't speak
Fell too far this time
Baby, I'm too lost in you, Caught in you
Lost in everything about you
So deep, I can't sleep, I can't think
I just think about the things that you do
I'm too lost in you
Well you whispered to me and I shiver inside
You undo me and move me in ways undefined…"
She stopped singing and kissed me deeply, burying her fingers in my hair. My hands held her waist, and accidentally found the hidden zip of her dress under one arm. I ran my fingernail up the teeth of the zip until I found the fastener, but I didn't pull it down. Bella pulled back from me, confused at my reticence.
"Can we take this to the bedroom?" I asked. "I feel a bit like we've made love everywhere but there…"
She smiled at my choice of words. "Made love…" she breathed.
I stood up with her straddling me, and walked slowly to my room. My chin nestled in her cleavage as she held on to my neck, and I kissed the top of both her breasts. Laying her down on my bed, I reached for her zip again. "Now we're home we can take our time."
She sighed, pausing in thought as I continued to remove our clothes. "Home?" Her eyebrows creased into a question as she looked up at me.
"I want this to be our home. Stay here with me." She gasped as I entered her, her warmth enveloping me, slick and tight. "This is where I belong. Home."
Carlisle thought I was crazy. He called me a "romantic fool" and warned me that teenagers were harder to win over than their mothers. I knew all that.
"I don't want to be their father. They already have one of those – even if he is a deadbeat."
"Maybe you'd just like to be their stepfather?" Carlisle was teasing, but now that he came to mention it…
Nevertheless, he agreed to my plan. I was unusually nervous as Tyler drove us through the gates of the police college, and I could see all the family members gathered on the parade ground for the ceremony.
My staff had been puzzled by my sudden change of plans, although Rose soon seemed to put two and two together. Perhaps Emmett had said something to her, but as we got out of the car she handed me my speech and whispered, "Good luck". Her encouragement buoyed me, and I took a moment to scan the audience.
There she was, sitting with Esme, and her sister and daughter whom I recognised from the airport. Esme was here to keep up appearances, but in a few moments everyone would know Carlisle was not going to be here.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have an exciting announcement," the police commissioner told the assembly. "We have been informed that, sadly, Deputy Prime Minister Carlisle Cullen has another pressing matter to attend to this afternoon and cannot be with us." The crowd murmured in dismay. I saw Bella give Esme a questioning look, but Esme just shrugged.
"However, I'm very excited to be able to tell you that Prime Minister Edward Masen has kindly taken time out of his busy day instead to step in as patron of this cadet wing."
The crowd gasped in astonishment and burst into applause. I saw Bella's head look around to see where I was, and our eyes met. I smiled, and the look she gave me made my breath catch. She knew at once that I must have arranged this, for her and for Charlie.
I delivered my speech with a light head, unable to see anything but her smiling face even when I looked away from her.
When I finished speaking I had to hand out the class prizes, and while Charlie wasn't the top student, he had won the marksmanship prize as Bella had predicted. Maybe I could offer him a job with Emmett? I took particular note of him as he came up to shake my hand. I assumed he looked like his father, because there were very few of Bella's fine features on the young man's face. He had a firm grip, but also a kind smile and gave a fist pump to his family as he walked off stage. I saw Bella beaming at him, full of love, and clapping wildly. When Esme put her fingers in her mouth and wolf-whistled I thought I had seen it all. Did Carlisle know his wife was so raucous? I chuckled at her and she winked back.
After the ceremony I had my photograph taken with the graduating class. Charlie sat two along to my right, and I almost asked for his neighbour to swap seats so he could be next to me. I felt oddly paternal towards this boy I had barely met, but I couldn't risk showing any favoritism. Still, I regretted the fact Bella would not be able to have a picture of the two of us side by side. God, what was happening to me?
I mingled a while with guests and police dignitaries, but had to leave before I could have a good talk with Charlie. Bella and I exchanged wistful looks. I hadn't had much of a chance to talk with her, either, but at least I hoped Charlie would have a favourable opinion of me. That would be a start.
Bella had spent every night since the gallery party at my apartment. Each night I would be driven to my official residence at Premier House, wait a short while, and then have Emmett drive me to Oriental Bay. Sometimes she was already there, waiting with a meal prepared; other times she would arrive later after spending the evening at work or with her family. She made the place feel like a home, as I knew she would.
I was dreading Christmas Day when we would have to be apart, but we planned to meet back at the apartment in the evening, when I would give her the special gift I had been planning. She didn't seem to mind the separation. It was her last day with Charlie and I tried my best not to be jealous.
On Christmas Day, I slept late, slightly dreading a day without Bella. She had told me all about her plans for a big family lunch, and had left my bed at 6am to start preparing the roast lamb. Part of me wondered why she hadn't thought to include me in her plans, but the other more rational side knew she couldn't be so blatant.
I was to have lunch with Carlisle and Esme, as I had done every year since my father died. By the time Emmett and Tyler came to collect me I was anxious for the day to be over so I could see her again. As was my usual custom, I took flowers to my parents' graves on the way to the Cullens' house, but reserved the biggest bouquet for my hostess.
When I knocked on the front door, Esme opened it and gave me a big hug. I kissed her on the cheek and presented her with the flowers. She was delighted, although upon entering I saw the house was already filled with more flowers than your average florists.
Carlisle was waiting in the foyer to greet me.
"Are your kids here yet?" I asked, shaking his hand.
"No, Kate and Maggie are coming this evening. This meal is for our more extended family," he said cryptically, his arm snaking around Esme's waist.
It was then I noticed the noise coming from the dining room. Alice Brandon and Rosalie were setting the table and arguing about the placement of cutlery. When they looked up and saw me in the doorway they laughed at my confused expression.
"Merry Christmas! Where's the mistletoe, Esme?" Alice joked, trying to make a lunge for me.
I backed up, but bumped into Emmett carrying parcels. Lots of parcels.
"Hold on. Esme, how many people are coming to lunch?"
"Well, there's us…and the ones you see here…" She paused and smirked. "And all Bella's family… and-"
"Wait! What? Bella's here?" Not really waiting for an answer, I strode past Esme's grinning face to the kitchen. Bella, her sister and daughter were all wearing aprons with Christmas motifs and were fussing over a mountain of food. Charlie was at one end of the kitchen bench, placing strawberries decoratively on top of a massive cream-topped pavlova. They all looked up as I barged into the room.
"Edward! Merry Christmas!" Bella beamed, and rushed over to kiss me. Taken aback at her brazenness, I turned at the last minute so her kiss landed on my cheek. I gave her a tiny scolding look.
"It's OK. Everyone here knows, and they are all really happy for us."
All of a sudden I was overwhelmed by kisses and hugs from the Swan women and a sturdy handshake from Charlie.
"You're OK, man," he said. "Just look after her, OK?"
"This is unexpected, and completely… amazing. Thank you," I said to them all, a little lost for words. "I plan to take good care of Bella, for a long time, if she'll let me." I took her hand. "So, who else knows?"
"Alice, and Esme and Carlisle, of course, and Rose guessed after your stunt at the police college." I smirked. "The only people coming today who don't know are Jasper and Eric."
"Your editor is coming here?"
"He's Alice's date, and Eric is Ange's. They'll be here very soon."
"You've been very sneaky, you know," I lowered my voice. "I didn't know about any of this. I haven't brought your present with me."
"That's OK. You can give it to me later, like we planned." She looked up at me through her lashes and a thrill shot through me.
"I will certainly give it to you later," I whispered, pinching her pert bottom surreptitiously. Smirking, I turned back to the others and asked if there was anything I could help with.
"Not really, but you can help with the dishes later. Bella says you're an expert," Angela grinned at me.
I got the feeling I would be the butt of everyone's jokes today, but I was in a good mood now so I played along. "Oh, yes, Bella loves it when I put on the rubber gloves and get all hot and soapy."
"Eww, gross!" chorused Renee and Charlie, while their aunt and mother laughed along with me. We would get along fine.
Things got more subdued when Jasper and Eric arrived. They both kept their distance from me but I saw them each take Bella aside to speak to her. I wasn't sure if it was work-related or personal, and I didn't ask. She would tell me later if it was important.
At lunch I sat between Esme and Rose, with Bella opposite playing footsie with me under the table. Conversation flowed with the wine until everyone was full and in need of a respite before dessert.
"Presents!" Alice clapped, and I felt embarrassed looking at the huge stash of booty under the tree.
"Well, my round will be short. I didn't know you were all going to be here, so I only brought gifts for Carlisle and Esme," I said, making my best apologetic face.
"That's OK, but Bella and I knew you were coming and we got you a little something," Alice smirked.
Oh, God. What could it be? From both of them? I looked at Bella, who had risen from the table to find the present on the pile. The others all sat grinning at me, anticipating the joke. Well, it couldn't be too personal, for fear of blowing our cover to Jasper and Eric. And the kids were here, so it shouldn't be too crude… A bead of sweat slid down my temple and I loosened my tie. By the time Bella handed me a long, slender box my heart was racing.
"Merry Christmas, sir," she said, smiling. "We hope you like it."
I glanced at Esme, who was laughing at my discomfort. "Go on, open it!" she urged.
I ripped off the red reindeer paper to reveal a triangular wooden dowel about a foot long. Engraved in gold lettering on one side were the immortal words: "Prime Minister Pantydropper."
"It's a name plate for your desk at the Beehive," Bella explained unnecessarily, trying to keep a straight face.
When the others saw what was written, they exploded into laughter. After my initial horror, I joined them. I didn't really mind. To hear Bella laugh – even at my expense – was the best present I could receive.
I didn't pay much attention to everyone's gifts; I needed to get my bambina alone.
After dessert of pavlova, fruit salad and a cream-and-brandy-soaked log made from Hobnobs – the recipe of which I requested from Esme – the guests started making noises to leave. Charlie and Renee had friends they planed to spend the evening with, and the others paired off to go their separate ways. It was only after Alice, Jasper, Angela and Eric had left that I could finally curl my arm around Bella's waist and pull her close. She smelled of roast lamb and brandy, so I inhaled deeply.
"I want to show you my new place," I whispered in her ear. "There's no one there today except on the gate. Staff holiday."
She looked at me wide-eyed. "Are you sure?"
"I'll call Tyler to pick us up. No one will see you through the tinted windows."
"And Tyler?"
"He's OK. What happens in the limo stays in the limo."
While Bella thanked Esme and got her things, I told Emmett he wouldn't be needed for the rest of the day. He became a face full of dimples as he shook my hand.
"Merry Christmas, sir, and thank you. And thank you for the bonus, too. Very unexpected… I just do my job…"
"Em, we both know you have done so much more for me lately. Go and enjoy Christmas with your loved ones." I gestured towards Rose, who, I could tell, had been half-listening to our conversation as she helped Carlisle load the dishwasher with the plates I had rinsed. She smiled and mouthed, "Thank you" at me, then looked tenderly at Emmett. Glancing at Bella, I saw the same look on her face as she stared at me.
I had been semi-firm throughout lunch, watching her eat and laugh with her friends. Our friends. Her gaze made me harder, and I knew I needed to give her my gift as soon as possible.
I kissed Esme farewell and shook Carlisle's hand again, and he gave me an avuncular smile.
"I've never seen you so happy," he said, quietly.
"I'm very happy." It was true, possibly for the first time in my life. And not just because I was getting my end away after years of abstinence.
I took Bella's hand and we snuck out the back door. Cutting through some camellias, we found the path which led us onto a quiet back street where Tyler was waiting.
Premier House was deserted, as promised. Bella had been here before for work, but had never been allowed into the private quarters. I took great pleasure in guiding her through the ornate rooms until we finally came to the room I most wanted her to see.
"Yeah, this is my room," I said shyly, suddenly overcome with uncharacteristic nerves.
"You don't even sleep here, so it's hardly your room."
"No… but I was hoping we could maybe, um, christen it?" I opened the door and she looked genuinely impressed at the elegant furnishings and canopied four-poster bed. "I don't think it's seen much action in years." I watched Bella as she approached the bed and pointed to a gold box on the nightstand, tied with red ribbon.
"What's in the box?"
"Open it and find out."
Like an eager child, she threw the ribbon aside and tore open the box. A smirk played on her face as she reached in and pulled something out, which she dangled on the end of her pinkie finger. "What's this?"
"It looks like a bikini," I said, feigning innocence.
"A very, very small bikini." She studied the purple scraps in her hand. "Do you expect me to wear this?"
"I was hoping you would, yes. I want you to come away with me for New Year." I stepped closer to her and fingered the material in her hand. "It's somewhere hot and secluded. You could wear this on the beach." I paused. "Or you could wear the other thing in the box."
Bella looked in the box and frowned. She tipped it upside down to indicate it was empty. "There's nothing else in there."
"Exactly." I took another step to let her feel my arousal hard up against her stomach. Our eyes met, and both of us seemed to agree in an instant that we were wearing too many clothes.
A slow smile spread across her face as she pulled off her plain red dress to reveal a black corset with matching panties, suspenders and stockings. I immediately halted my trouser removal to stare.
"This is my present for you. This outfit, and this." She knelt in front of me and pulled my briefs down in one swift tug. Before I even really knew what was happening, she took me in her mouth so far I thought I would cum instantly.
I caught sight of the portrait of former prime minister Richard "King Dick" Seddon on the wall as my eyes rolled back in my head. "King Dick" indeed.