CHAPTER 25

A/N: This story is a slow burn and it's drabble. I'll get to the lemons when the time is right, which should be soon. This chapter will lead up to the prologue. A guest reviewer told me to get to the fucking already, but this is a slow burn and all the chapters till now have been leading upto a lemon. They will get together when the time is right.

Since I don't want to get stabbed, as threatened by one of the reviewers ;) , I present to you….. an update!

For the first week, I continued to do my work, sometimes with Mr. Cullen observing me while most of the other times, he was in his office Mr. Whitlock. Though the one thing that remained constant was that whenever I went to clean his office, Mr. Cullen sent Mr. Whitlock out of the room. So everyday, it was just me and him in his closed office. Some days he would ask me questions about my life back in Forks, my likes and dislikes while on other days he simply watched me clean the office.

We continued to eat all our meals together with little t no talking but the silence was never uncomfortable. Though, he always did praise the food I made for him. So far, everything I had made for him had been thoroughly appreciated by him. Everytime I looked at him during our lunch and dinner, I found him looking back at me, his stare intense, as if he was trying to figure me out. Mr. Whitlock never joined us for any meals. In fact, he had started coming over less and less during the past few days.

On Friday, during our breakfast, Mr. Cullen asked if I wanted to go home on Sunday, since he noticed that my mother called me every night. When I started apologizing for her frequent calls, thinking they might be a disturbance to him, he assured me it was fine. He could understand my mother's worries. His words that morning made my fall even more for him. He offered to lend me one of his cars and suggested that his most trusted driver would drive me to Forks on Saturday after dinner and get my back to Cullen mansion before nightfall on the next Sunday. Taking him up on his generous offer, I informed my mother about my upcoming visit. As a thank you for his generosity, I froze some food for him to have on Sunday, at least that was what I told him. I had already planned to make all the meals on Sunday as well. I enjoyed cooking, especially for him.

Saturday came fast and I left Mr. Cullen's home to go back to mine. My mother was overjoyed to see me well and happy. When I told her how light the workload was and that Mr. Cullen was proving to be a very good employer, she got over all her remaining reservations about my job. My dad was happy to see me too and I was glad to see an improvement in his health. We had our Sunday morning brunch and talked about our week. When it was time to go back after dinner, I was sad about leaving my parents once again but at the same time, I was happy about going back to Mr. Cullen as well.

Everything started changing in the weeks following my visit home. Sunday night when I got back to Mr. Cullen's house, he hugged me, with his hands resting low on my back. My face was buried in his chest. God! He smelled so good. I was still blushing when he pulled back to give me a breath-taking smile. "Welcome back, Isabella."

"Its good to be back sir."

During the next week I noticed that Mr. Cullen started lingering in some of the rooms while I was working. He'd lightly touch me on my back, low enough to give me tingles but still high enough that it wouldn't be deemed inappropriate. His sensual and lingering touches continued, leaving me wanting more.

One day I'd washed my hair and left it down to dry, Mr. Cullen had come into his bedroom as I was cleaning it and then he had swept a strand of my hair behind my ear. Since then, I had taken to leaving a few strands of my hair loose for him to sweep them back. And he hadn't disappointed me yet.

Most days when I was in his office, Mr. Cullen would hover behind me and almost whisper his questions. His murmured words never failed to give me Goosebumps. He had also started kissing my cheeks and forehead after our dinners. The feel of his soft lips on my skin was so wonderful to me.

During my third week as Mr. Cullen's live-in maid, his touches became boulder. He started to rub my back and lightly brushing his hands over my ass. He'd often hug me from behind, pressing his crotch into my ass. I could even feel him getting hard sometimes. Following his cues, I had stopped holding back my moans and trying to contain my reaction. When he'd rub my back, I'd let out a contented sigh. Each brush of his hands on my ass and my collar bone forced out moans from me. When he hugged me from behind, I leaned back into him, enjoying being in his arms.

To my great delight, I had found some BDSM related magazines strewn across his bedroom nightstand. I couldn't help but wonder if it was a subtle clue Mr. Cullen was giving me. I certainly hoped it was!

The fourth week, all pretences were dropped. Mr. Cullen now freely grabbed my ass which was often followed by a light tap. His hand would now brush against my breasts sometimes, barely grazing my nipples and leaving me wanting more. During our meals, his one hand could be found on my mid-thigh while he ate with the other. His kisses had moved to the corner of my mouth though he still had yet to kiss me fully on the mouth. I couldn't wait for the day he finally would.