BPOV
This private jet business was tremendously amazing but also ridiculous. I mean why bother fuelling and paying for a private plane when it was just a one and a half hour journey; well the jet was owned by Edward. But all you ordinary people get my point right?
Apparently Edward and commercial planes are a big no no. Why you may ask, well his answer was. "You can always hear crying babies, the elderly always take up the business class and are always complaining and all you can hear are snores all round. I mean who would pay to travel like that?" So while for us ordinary folks flying business was a luxury for those like Edward it was just like a coach journey.
I mean not that I'm complaining, if I may say it, this jet is the shit!
The jet had 4 leather seats, all fucking comfy and large and all separated from each other. Out back was a small lounge area with couches and recliner seat with a flat screen TV and a bar next to it
This jet was something out of a movie.
"It's very 007 of you to have a private jet and all."
"Please Isabella, James Bond has nothing on me, he's not as near affluent or appealing as I." Cocky much? Yes very but I couldn't help agree Edward Cullen was the master of showing off and the god of sexy.
After my initial shock of this magnificent jet wore it was back to business, whilst I sipped on my bubbly and Edward on his bourbon, we both did some final last minute checking. That was only to satisfy Edward, I swear he has some crazy OCD and I didn't want him having a break down any minute.
By the time we had landed in a small airfield we had checked through the paperwork three times. Three fucking times! The man was nuts but you got to obey the boss right?
When we landed a man came to check our passports before we were escorted into a glossy black Maybach, two men were running behind us pushing luggage carriers with our suitcases and popped them in the blue Mercedes behind. Edward Cullen's luggage gets another fucking car, I mean okay I get it he had three suitcases and when Rose found out I was going to New York she packed two large suitcases for me, well most of one was empty but she, Leah and my mother made a very long list of things she wanted back. So I guess a different car was needed since all of it wouldn't have fitted in the Maybach but still couldn't he have hired a bigger car...?
Well I guess the man had more money than to know what to do with but for a regular folk who before this job had to live off a minimum wage salary this was living a crazy motherfucking dream.
The car ride was extremely quite but not at all uncomfortable, Edward was however extremely agitated and his hands would unconsciously or maybe consciously twitch toward his briefcase. With a final sigh he picked up the briefcase, opened the locks and pulled out his files.
My eyes trained towards him and he must have seen my 'what the fuck' look because he turned to raise his eyebrows at me before facing the papers in his hands and studying them for the millionth time.
Because Edward was rubbing off on me a little, okay fine I was doing this to impress him, I took out the other file and checked through the papers. Well pretended to anyway because I knew everything was to perfection, so instead I checked sly glances and Edward from the corner of my eye because let me tell you Edward working hard is too adorable. His eyebrows furrow together and his tongue lolls out to rest on his bottom lip. I don't think he was even aware of his 'I'm in my own zone' look.
The car abruptly stopped and the chauffer ran around to open the side door next to me since it was the door nearest to the sidewalk outside the one and only Four Seasons Hotel. The chauffer was holding an umbrella and I stepped out of the car and under it, Edward stepped out a minute later since he had to pack up all the papers. The chauffer walked us to the front opening of the hotel soaking himself in the process. This was ridiculous can people not hold their own umbrellas? Edward must have felt the same or he gives ridiculously large tips because he gave the man a 200 dollar bill and told him to get his suit dry cleaned before meeting back here in an hour and a half.
I waited till the man was out of hearing range before spilling my thoughts. "You do realise his dry cleaning bill would be less than a quarter of what you gave him right?" I was going to add that not everyone has enough money to throw about anywhere but somehow, luckily even, my yapper said shut.
"He can spend it on whatever he wants to, Isabella. I know his dry cleaning wouldn't cost that much but I thought he earned that much as a tip, after all it is pouring buckets out there. If I didn't think he deserved the money I would have given him a 5 dollar tip."
My thoughts were all over the place as I followed Edward to the front desk, the man was so hidden and unpredictable. I guess I like other people thought he was an arrogant jerk due to his money but he didn't give the man a tip because he had enough money to just give away, he gave it because he felt the man deserved it, I guess he wasn't the one narrow minded, I was, and that made me feel like crap.
Due to my thoughts my walk had now turned into a snail pace so I rushed off to the front desk where the receptionist was outrageously flirting with Edward. When I reached the desk I noticed his face was incredibly uncomfortable and he was trying to fight her advances. Strange! I thought he would be more than happy to bed her, she was blonde, busty and fairly pretty-the type of girl Edward would be normally seen with, well by the pictures I saw on the internet.
It was now my turn to pay him back for the 'James incident'.
"Edward honey, what's taking so long to check in?"
Edward look revealed and slid his hand across my back to rest on my waist and gave me my cheek a tiny kiss. I was ready to dramatically fan myself and gloat in front of the receptionist, who name was Lexi by the way.
"Can we get our keys now?"
Lexi slid over the keys to Edward whilst shooting me death glares which I only smiled to.
Taking one of the cards off Edward I sauntered off swaying my hips just to give a theatrical effect. Of course blondie over there didn't take the hint and as soon as I walked away told Edward to meet in a room after he got rid of me.
I got into the elevator and Edward ran it after me.
"You're welcome by the way."
Edward shot his eyebrows up in question.
"You know, from saving you from the advances of the whore." I giggled out.
"Oh right yeah, that didn't work either. She gave me a key card to another room with her number on the holder and told me to meet her later."
"I heard that."
"I left it on the table but she ran after me and stashed it in my back pocket." Edward took the card out and waved it in front of my face.
"Well she must be a little too desperate."
The question in my head were running about singing 'find out the answer, find out the answer' such as 'Wouldn't you normally take the number?", 'What's stopped you from taking the number?', 'Are you off those kinds of girl now?', 'Why such a change of heart?'. Those were all unquestionable so I simply stared at our fuzzy reflection off the elevator door.
The elevator dinged to a halt at the very top floor where to bell boys were patiently standing outside the Ty Warner Penthouse suite with our luggage.
Edward slide his card into the reader and the little light on the side went from red to green and the door opened. The bell boys brisked past us and enquired about which suitcase was going in which room to which Edward replied to since I was too shell shocked admiring the suite.
A massive chandelier hung above us and a few feet away were two cream leather sofas on either side of the glass table which had a few plants on it. There were a few fabric chairs surrounding it too and on the opposite side mounted on the wall was a 60 inch HD TV. Walking further into the suite I noticed on both of the side walls were massive glass windows overlooking the city of New York. On one of the side a massive crystal chandelier hung over a dinner table which was made out of glass and had off white designer chairs. On the other lay a glossy black piano, on either side of the piano lay two large book shelves; one holding books and the other DVD's. On both sides of the suite there was a seating plan similar to the living room, with black leather couches and glass coffee tables.
I turned around to stare at Edward with wide eyes. "This is nothing to you?"
"Meh, suites range from hotel to hotel but I have seen, or should I say stayed in, far more extravagant suites than this."
No answer came out of my yapper my apartment was dirt poor compared to this and if Edward spends money to stay in these types of rooms what the hell does his house or flat look like?
"Well it would be lovely to have a look around the suite but I'm afraid we'll be leaving soon. Go freshen up and change then meet me in the lobby in an hour." I nodded my head up and down and Edward left the room. Edward was already in a suit I don't think he ever never wore one. I was however dressed in a light grey woollen dress with black leggings with flat, black, knee length boots. I changed into a fitted grey pencil skirt, which had black button down the front, with a white blouse and a black deep 'V' neck blazer which sleeves just past by my elbows. Pulling my hair into a high ponytail, adding a little bit of makeup, fastening my white beaded necklace and earrings and finally slipping on my black suede pumps I was done. This wasn't something I would have normally chosen in the pouring rain but I was dressed to impress.
I went down 20 minutes early with no Edward in sight. I asked Lexi where he was knowing she had her eyes trained on him and after a threat to fire her ass with all that money I supposedly had, which was very Rosalie of me, she finally told me.
At the bar I spotted Edward nursing a glass of some kind of whiskey and looking down at his lap where I'm guessing all the paperwork lay.
"You know after reading those so many times I think I have it permanently implanted in my mind."
"I'm being cautious. You never know where little devious bastards of mistakes lay."
"Yeah I know but you've read through that nearly five times today alone and not to mention all the other times you've read it. I know this deal holds a lot of money but you've done this before so just relax everything will be fine. After all you are the Edward Cullen."
"I wish it were that simple."
"Just relax okay, Mr Rodgers is already captivated by you and he really likes your ideas. He's not going anywhere else trust me on this. Plus I doubt he can afford to lose all the money he's paid you already."
"You're much nicer than Cammie you know. I think you've actually calmed me down. Cammie would just haul my ass in the car and give me a long lecture about me acting like a child."
"I can imagine that, it's so...motherly of her I guess. She was just trying to get this best out of you."
"Yeah I guess." I noticed his nerves were back on full track so I needed a new plan to make him forget for a few.
"Hey, do you want to make Lexi jealous?" I know I was being completely unprofessional and extremely childish but sue me.
"Who's Lexi?"
"The receptionist out there."
"Oh, her. Ah when I came down I swear she clung to me like a starfish, she wouldn't let go until of course her manager came."
"Oh really? When I came down I had to threaten to fire her just for her to tell me where you were."
"I'm actually thinking about going to the manager right now."
"No, leave it I have a better idea."
"Your little 'let's make her jealous plan'?" He mimicked in a very high pitched girly voice which I laughed till my belly hurt.
"Wow...Promise me you will never ever ever do that again. But anyway back to my plan, we can just parade around her acting like a normal couple and then go up to her desk and ask about spa treatments for two or romantic candle lit dinners."
We had our little fun with Lexi whose face was flaming red from either anger or embarrassment or maybe both. I noticed she was giving me heavy death glares but didn't back down on Edward who by totally ignored all her advances which I was terribly surprised to witness.
Throughout are whole...act Edward's hand rested on my hips, a touch which I enjoyed a little too much. He also gave me lingering kisses on my cheek and I wanted him to come a bit closer and put his delicious full lips on mine.
'Shut up Bella he's you fricking boss and it's never going to happen.'
The reception desk phone rang to let us know our car was here and I had a sneaking suspicion that if we weren't in the lobby Lexi wouldn't have given us the message since she probably thought we were in New York for a romantic retreat by the questions we had asked.
The door man opened the doors to let us out and once the door had closed behind us I was holding onto the wall with one hand and clutching my stomach in the other whilst hooting with laughter. Edward was in a similar position to me except his head was thrown back showing off his long, muscular neck.
"Well Miss Swan you are one amazing mastermind." He said once he caught his breath and gave me that heart stopping lopsided smile just like the other day.
Once again I was mesmerised until a hand waved in front of my face. "Hello. Isabella where have you gone?"
My face flushed and I gave a small "Sorry."
Matthew, the chauffer, gave us weird looks but ushered us into the lovely car before taking off into the busy streets of New York...
"Ah it's good to meet you Mr Cullen, firstly I want to apologize for any inconveniences we caused due to the timing problems of the building."
"It's nice to meet you too Mr Rodgers and this is my PA Miss Swan."
"It's very pleasing to meet you Miss Swan." Rodgers said whilst picking my hand up and giving it a small kiss which left his disgusting saliva.
Mr Rodgers was a fairy old man maybe around his 50's who thought he was young but of course his grey hair didn't compliment that very well.
Rodgers went to get some things and I took this opportunity to take out my hand sanitizer. I squeezed an over exaggerated dollop on my hand but then realised that it would take ages for all of it to scrub into my skin, luckily Edward came in handy and gave me his blue handkerchief whilst laughing at me.
"Stop laughing, that was absolutely disgusting. Did you see it was all slimy?"
Of course my comment only made Edward laugh harder.
We took a trip around the shopping mall and I wished I had worn flats, my feet were aching and I could use a nice long massage. Of course Rodgers always came too close for my liking my Edward always came to the rescue by pulling me toward him. I swear I felt like a yo-yo Rodgers on one side and Edward on the other.
By the time the little 'tour' had finished I was thoroughly traumatized having an old man after me, extremely tired from wearing these stupid heels and awfully starving from only eating breakfast and 5 in the morning.
When it was time to say 'bye bye' to Mr pedo I jumped with joy of course by mood dampened when he reminded me that he would be seeing me tomorrow.
Before we entered the car Edward called me back. "Hungry?"
"Starving!"
"What would be your pleasure." From the cheeky smile I knew he was just making fun of Rodgers.
"Mmm. Italian and that man is a full on pedo I don't think I can tolerate him another second."
"Mathew take us to the finest Italian restaurant around here."
Edward led me inside the car. "Oh by the way you don't have to come with me tomorrow. It will just be signing papers and all the legal and boring stuff. Plus I really don't like the way he was with you today, I will defiantly have a word with him. Just relax and have fun."
"Are you sure, I mean I'll be no use if I don't come."
"Trust me you won't be needed."
"Are you sure?"
"Mmhmm."
I mentally did my crazy happy dance with a big goofy grin on my face.