The Proposal

He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loooves me. He loves me not.

It was the third flower I had ripped apart and came up with the same damn result.

It wasn't that I really wanted him to love me. I just wanted him to love my puddy tat.

She was still singing the praises of the morning's fuck session on boss man's desk.

Wonder if he will wash the girlie cum off his desk before he eats on it…or has a client in there?

He's a dude, so probably not.

I started to doodle a very provocative picture of boss man on his knees, with my leg over his shoulder and his head between my legs.

Fucking hot, even for stick figures.

"What ya' drawing, Bells?"

Fuck my life.

"A pornographic stick figure picture. What ya' adding to your protein shakes?"

"Suck it, B. Wanna go to lunch?"

"Uh, I don't think I should."

"How come?"

My eyes flitted over to Mr. Hand…Cullen's door.

Jake caught where my eyes were going.

"Oh, I see you are busy." He dragged out 'busy' so it was twenty syllables.

"Maybe I am."

"You're fucking him aren't you?"

I didn't say anything as my face flushed to a brilliant shade of crimson.

"Oh my, you are! What's his cock like?"

"Jake keep it down! And really, how do you know I am?"

"Well, besides your Santa looking face, when you looked over at his door your eyes got this meaningful look in them, that I haven't seen since you were what? Twelve and had the hots for Doogie Houser or was it Zach Morris? And then when I asked you what you were drawing, you looked at his door as you talked about your sex scene on paper, so I could figure it was you and him. If that's the case, kudos to him for what looked to be some extreme pleasure. And then there is the fact that I know you and you are only excessively snarky when you are getting some, which is odd because you would think you would be less of a bitch when you are getting fucked sideways, as your drawing depicts, so-."

"Jake, shut it. And the picture is sideways at your angle."

"My bad. So lunch?"

"Like I said, busy, but if you want to go bug him for details on the sex go for it."

"I see. I will just go then."

"You do that."

Before I even realized what Jake was doing, he had actually knocked on Mr. Skilled-Hand's door and was invited in.

I jumped from my desk and ran to the door, but stopped once I heard Jake talking.

He said I was his, pfft. He was being an all-around dick and I could imagine Edward's face.

Edward sounded frightened.

"I'm Jake, Bella's boyfriend."

Yeah, uncool asshole.

"Jake, you douche. I told you to give him a hard time, not to lie about nasty shit like us fucking."

"Bells, he was about to shit his pants. It was great." I wanted to smack Jake. So not funny! I knew what he was trying to do, and I didn't appreciate it.

"Yeah, you're an ass. You can go now. Thanks for the mid-day giggle."

"Sure thing." Jake picked me up and twirled me around. "He is a damn good looking man, B," he whispered before putting me down. "If he treats you wrong in this office fling, let me know. I'll kick his ass."

I wanted to back hand him. Maybe all those rumors I had heard were true. Maybe he was gay.

"Go." Please, before I hit you.

"Later Bella. See ya' boss man."

Jake waved and left. Thank fuck!

Once Jake left, Edward asked me twenty questions about Jake and the relationship and he and I were having or had.

I prayed by the time that I left his office he was confident in knowing there was no Jake and me, just me and maybe Edward.

Whore-ya was sitting in the waiting room when I came out of Edward's office.

Jessica gave me a knowing look; a nod and a smile.

At least she approved…with what she assumed she knew.

I gave Edward a moment that I was sure he would need before I sent Whore-ya in to meet with him.

I went back to drawing between emails and answering calls. No matter what I did, my mind was focused on Edward and Whore-ya in there with him.

Fucking slut client.

"So, Bella?"

I covered the latest drawing of Edward's cock, deep in my ass, before I answered Jessica.

What? A girl can have thoughts without trying. Right?

"Yes, Jessica?"

"So, Mr. Cullen?"

"Yeah? What about him?" Must play stupid.

"Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Ya know, did you fuck him?"

"What? Me?" I placed my hand to my chest. "You must be confused, Jessica, because I am sugar, spice and everything nice that little girls are made of! I would never fuck my boss! That's just appalling, even if he is hot as fuck!"

"I don't give a fuck, boss or not, if he would, I'd fuck him!" Jessica proclaimed.

I bit my tongue as not to laugh at her. "Jess, you're married."

"Pfft, Mike doesn't have shit on Mr. Cullen. I would drop that loser in a minute if it meant-."

"Thank you for that additional information, Tanya, but really, next time you could just call," Edward said as he opened his office door.

"Oh I know, but I think face-to-face conversations work best." She touched his arm before walking away.

Fucking whore!

Once the elevator closed on her, Edward turned toward us. "And next time, you two, don't send her in without warning. That woman," Edward paused and shook his head. "Just, next time don't let her in, okay?"

"Yes, Mr. Cullen," both Jessica and I said in unison.

He winked at me. I smiled and Jessica just about collapsed thinking that he was going to offer to fuck her.

"You okay, Jessica?" he asked.

She let out a garbled 'yes,' before retreating back to her desk.

Hey, you're a crazy bitch, but you fuck so good, I'm on top of it. When I dream, I'm doing you all night, scratched all down my back to keep me right on.

I was blasting Buck Cherry as I drove toward a place I had never been to before.

I figured it was only fair.

I climbed out of my car into a relatively empty parking lot.

I paid the home health nurse to stay overnight so I could go out. It was like having a baby and a nanny, without the stretch marks of child birth…and it was my father, but whatever.

I took a deep breath and walked toward the door that said '115.'

I looked around once before closing my eyes and knocking.

The parking area reminded me of the hotel in 'Psycho.'

Creepy.

You would think, Edward, a want to be whatever the fuck in corporate America would live someplace nicer.

"Bella?"

I opened my eyes and was face to face with fucking bare-chested perfection. "Edward."

"Why are you here? In your Tinkerbell pj's?"

"Because I came to be your TinkerBella, and show you what a fairy can do."

That's when I noticed Edward had a bottle of water in his hand, and he was choking in attempt to not spit it at me.

He swallowed and my eyes were focused on his adam's apple, bobbing instead of how red his face had gotten.

"May I?"

"Oh shit yes, please, come in."

Edward led me in to his apartment. It was small and cozy.

I turned and looked at him. He was fucking knee- knocking sexy. His sweat pants hung low on his hips; his chest was glistening with sweat. I was staring with my jaw dropped. Fucking sexy!

"Not that I am unhappy to see you or anything, but why are you in my living room?"

"I told you, plus you showed up at my place unannounced so I thought it was all but fair."

"So does Jessica know?"

"Does Whore-ya?"

"Who?"

"Tanya?"

Edward laughed and my vagina jumped. "No, I think she thinks it's her that makes me all bothered."

"Well Jessica thinks but she wants you too, so she doesn't really care."

"Whatever works."

With that Edward took two steps toward me and wrapped me in his arms.

"Fuck, you stink."

"It's called working out. Now, how about you join me for a shower."

Edward threw me over his shoulder and ran down the hall with me giggling and smacking his ass.

And what a nice fucking ass it was.