DISCLAIMER: All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Hey guys! Here's a one-shot for all of you who have been waiting for the next chapters of all my other stories. Life's hard but I will definitely get back to them.

Rated M for intense sexual references and strong language. So, if you're not supposed to be reading this, then I think you shouldn't. But, it's up to you.

Also, this is my first time writing smut so please cut me some slack if I didn't get all the facts right.. ;))

"Can we just.. get along?" Silence.

"Look, we're kind of stuck together here, so we might as well make the best of it. Besides I hate fighting with someone who's supposed to be on the same side as me." Silence.

"Or you could just not talk to me.. that could work."

I was frustrated. Like, seriously frustrated. Who did this guy think he was? Yeah, yeah I know, super good looking and flawlessly handsome but I was sure of one other thing about him. He was an asshole. And only God knew how many more hours I'd have to spend with him on this godforsaken elevator.

I'd had a pretty good morning that day. I woke up before my alarm went off and showered in a heavenly mist of my favourite sandalwood body wash and freesia shampoo, letting the warm water untie the knots in my muscles that came as a perk of sleeping for a solid eight hours. I'd had a meeting scheduled for ten am and I was supposed to be the presenter in it. My boss, Eric Fernandez had indirectly promised me a promotion if I could manage to hit off this deal. I relaxed, mentally practicing my opening speech and imagined the applauding clients.

"Miss Swan, you are a gem to this company."

"Yes, Mr. Fernandez you're truly lucky to have an employee as Miss Swan here."

"After your presentation, there is no doubt. The deal is on."

"Isabella, your pay check is being doubled from this month onward."

I was basking in the glory of what was going to happen. I dried myself with my soft yellow towel and dressed in my most expensive navy blue business suit, tying my hair into a ponytail and put on my high heeled boots.

Applying a dash of kohl, mascara and lip gloss, I pulled at my ponytail and smiled at the epitome of a successful young and attractive woman in the mirror.

Today was going to be a good day.

Little did I know that the day had just begun.

I drove my Audi to work on Vesey Street, effortlessly parking it on the spot reserved for the Assistant Chief Marketing Officer of American Express. I looked at my watch and was satisfied that it was still a couple of minutes before the meeting was scheduled to start. I was just about to enter the office when an employee called out, "Miss Swan, Miss Swan!" I turned and looked at her in a questioning gaze to which she said, "The meeting has been shifted to The Pierre and you've been requested by the team to meet them there."

"Is there any reason why I wasn't informed of this change earlier?"

She looked at me apologetically as an indication that she did not know.

I sighed. Whoever said good things don't last long was surely going to hell, because he was damn right.

I called up Eric to ask for an explanation, but it went to voicemail straightaway. I backed my car and immediately left for The Pierre. The distance usually took around half and hour but this, in fact was the rush hour and I was sure that it was going to take at least an hour before I got there. This was New York City, after all.

As I drove, my phone rang. It was Eric Fernandez.

"Bella? Where are you?" His tone was exasperated.

"Where am I? Are you fucking kidding me? What was that when no one bothered to tell me that the venue for the meeting has been changed?"

"That was a last minute change made by the clients and that's why I left Charlotte to tell you about it. How far are you B? These clients are halfway through huffing and puffing."

"You could've called me." I said, my tone clipped in irritation.

"The calls went to voicemail. This is the thirteenth time that I've called you, fyi."

I sighed.

"I'm on my way, but it will take me time to reach." Hypocrite clients.

"Okay then, I'll start with the introductions. It's never a good thing to keep the clients waiting. You're lucky the main man isn't here yet. Oh, and it's room number 4."

"Yeah." I allowed.

All my dreams about the best introductory speech in the history of the corporate world had just gone down the drain.

It was 10:49 when I reached The Pierre, and that was after my maniacal driving.

I couldn't be fast enough to hand the valet my keys and march through the hall towards the elevators. I still wasn't able to believe how the most important day in my career could turn out to be so traitorous.

As I stepped into the elevator, the air of satisfaction and confidence surrounded me once again. I held my head high and my backbone straight.

The elevator was empty I noticed. Well, except for another man whom I didn't care to look at twice. I was an independent working woman about to make the first big deal of my life and I couldn't care less about ogling random men in elevators.

He pressed the button for the floor on which business meetings take place, and so I didn't have to do the same.

The elevator dinged, but didn't move. He pressed it again. Same thing. The third time, I heard a sharp intake of breath and what sounded like a grunt, when the elevator refused to budge. It was truly going to be a long day.

I then cleared my throat and said "Let me".

After two tries, the elevator started to take off and the man and I both sighed in unison.

The floor assigned for business meetings was situated on the 13th level. I'm guessing we were almost halfway there when the elevator came to an abrupt halt.

Holy fuck! Talk about bad days.

I immediately took out my cell phone to call up my boss and before I could do anything else, I felt my heart skip a beat as I heard the most velvety musical voice say, "Damn it!" from beside me. He was looking at his phone and shaking it violently, as if it had offended him somehow.

I attempted to call my boss but it didn't go through since my cell didn't have service.

I held my head in my hands and felt my heart drop to my stomach as I thought of what was going to happen next.

Three hours and multiple tries at the emergency button later, I was trying to strike up a conversation with the man that currently oozed sex from all over him, or maybe it was just my elevator fantasies coming to the surface after four weeks of celibacy.

I, Isabella Marie Swan, or Bella as my family and friends called me wasn't a skank but I wasn't a celibate either. I may not have much experience in relationships seeing that I was just twenty five but I knew attraction when it came my way. I believed in pleasure without commitment, but for the first time I felt a real magnetic pull toward a man, so strong that I was actually trying to get him to talk to me.

But he was adamant in not paying any attention to me, as was obvious. We at the moment were seated on the floor of the elevator since it had been too long and my feet were cramping up in my high heeled boots. Maybe he was feeling the same.

It was after an hour of being stagnant that I looked over at him with the least bit of interest, and I was stumped.

His tall stature was at least six feet and the messy mane he showcased on top of his head was in plain words what one can call 'sex hair'. His physique wasn't bulky, but I could only imagine the muscular, slender body that was now covered in a black suit, crisp white shirt and a dark tie. I felt my ovaries dance as I took in this magnetic force of a man, who had managed to make me, Isabella Swan, squirm.

But as I looked at him, I realized his facial expression wasn't happy, at all. He was scowling at the sliding doors of the elevator, and suddenly his eyes flickered to mine. The heat rushed up to my face in a whoosh and I blushed scarlet at being caught. But, his emerald green eyes had me entranced. I couldn't look away.

This man right here in front of me, even with a massive frown on his face was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Suddenly the frown was replaced by a smirk, and that broke my haze. Now it was my turn to scowl.

Both of us went back to our regular routine of minding our own business, but it was getting too frustrating. I checked my watch for what might be the seven hundredth time, but I couldn't care. My cell phone was still out of service.

I couldn't help but believe my luck. First, the clients change the meeting venue, without prior intimation. Then, I'm inevitably late. I get on the elevator to rush and the buttons don't work. I miss out on the most important meeting of my career and am now stuck in a stupid box for god knows how much longer with an impeccably handsome young man possibly my age, and someone who definitely isn't interested in me.

Fuck my life.

He had already established that he doesn't like me, with that ultra serious frown as he looked at me with side long glances.

Ignoring the call of the ovaries and the ever growing whimsical elevator fantasies, I considered the possibility of being friends with somebody who shares the same fate as me, when people miss their flights, get locked up in a library, or well.. uh, get stuck in an elevator. That happens in Hollywood, right?

I cleared my throat. No response.

"Uhm, hey. I'm Isabella Swan." Still, no response.

"I'm talking to you mister." As if that wasn't obvious.

"The name's Cullen. Edward Cullen." The reply came a second too late as I regretted my choice of ever speaking to this man first.

"Oh well, nice to know someone this young has a name of Edward. I think the last time I read that name somewhere was in a Jane Austen."

He looked at me, an eyebrow raised and with a lopsided grin said, "I'd never have figured you for a cheesy romance bookworm."

"You've been trying to figure me out then?" Two can play at this game, Cullen.

"Figure.." he mused and looked up and down my body coyly.

Again with the stupid blush. I might soon turn into a ripe tomato in a business suit it seemed.

"So, are we talking now?"

"No." He was serious again.

I was starting to think that as beautiful this man might be, he was bipolar or something. But, maybe missing an important meeting does that to people.

Just how I, Isabella Swan was trying to strike up a conversation with a random stranger, something I never do and haven't ever done, irrespective of the circumstances and uhm, his looks.

"Are you bipolar or something? Because dude, you got some serious problems."

He just looked at me but didn't answer. As we remained quiet for the next several minutes, I assessed his face, the high of his cheekbones, the sharp cut of his jaw, his straight nose that was just slightly crooked midway, giving the image of him breaking it in the past somehow. He had full, pink lips which was somehow flattering on a male face. And, he had a problem of horrible mood swings.

"Can we just.. get along?" Silence.

"Look, we're kind of stuck together here, so we might as well make the best of it. Besides I hate fighting with someone who's supposed to be on the same side as me." Silence.

"Or you could just not talk to me.. that could work."

His reply came after a minute.

"See, Miss. Swan I am having a serious problem here, that I have missed the most important business deal of my whole life that could earn me millions because of this motherfucking elevator."

"And, I now have to spend an indefinite amount of time in it with the sexiest brunette I've ever seen who reads cheesy Jane Austen books, but I can't do anything about it." He continued.

I was totally taken aback by his words. I didn't know what to say. Hell, I didn't know what to think. This man speaking profanities and talking of his life as well as calling me the 'sexiest brunette' and taunting my reading choices was so fucking hot that I was straight away rendered completely clueless.

His confession had left me breathless for a moment as I let go of my ego and whispered, "And why can't you do anything?"

"Because I'm engaged." He whispered back in a small voice.

If his earlier words had left me breathless, the last three completely drained my breaths.

Bella Swan wants one man, who somehow wants her back, and he turns out to be engaged to another woman.

Fuck my life. Over and over.

The last couple of hours had been tension filled, as both of us tried to ignore each other and remain drowned in our own thoughts. But now, the tension that filled the air inside the cool, still elevator with no sound other than our breaths was sexual, frustration and of trying the best to not give in to our temptations.

As I counted the minutes on my watch, I saw Edward and felt the wheels of his mind turning as he contemplated between the right and the wrong, the battle of desire and conscience.

It was exactly twenty seven minutes later that he spoke, looking at the ceiling.

"I don't think I can do this. I can't stay away from you. Not anymore."

"Then, don't."

"I'm possibly going to regret this later but I can't." I could hear the longing in his voice and my heart ached for him.

We got up from the floor of the elevator and with one swift movement, Edward pulled me to him.

His breathing was heavy and husky as he asked, "Do you want this?"

I nodded in affirmation, my own breathing now coming ragged.

He cupped my face with a careful, gentle hand while the other explored further downward. If I ever believed in sparks flying when I was a naïve teenager, this moment as a woman in my mid twenties was the time that I actually experienced it. The moment our lips met in a passionate frenzy of desire, the entire world vanished from my conscience. My life, meetings, stupid bosses and clients, disparaged elevators held no meaning as our lips moved against each other.

My hands wound around his neck automatically, as my palms grabbed fistfuls of his messy hair in a movement so completely authored by passion that all other previous encounters that I'd had with other men paled in comparison.

I'd never been wary of commitment but today, as his tongue seeked my permission to enter, I didn't care what might happen tomorrow. I was living in the moment, not caring for once about my losses and gains.

I opened my mouth and felt his minty fresh taste swirl surround me, and that was the moment that gave a new meaning to paradise.

His hand slipped under my suit skirt while mine roamed freely on the front of his pants.

"Very, very bad move," he seethed through his teeth. Placing his hands on my waist, he looked into the chocolate of my eyes and slid the fabric to the floor. His hands took mine, turning me around, bringing them up and pressing my palms against the wall of the elevator. His touch left a spark of electricity all the way down my back, over every inch of skin he touched. I felt his hands grab my ass and squeeze, his breath hot and heaving in my ear. "Very naughty girl."

I yelped out in surprise as I felt his hand come hard against my ass, and my only response was a moan of pleasure.

What the fuck was he doing to me? I would never do these things. Yet here I was, panting heavily at his rough touch. I breathed in another sharp gasp as his hands clasped the scant material on my ass and yet again, ripped it off.

"God, you're so damn wet, Isabella." He said as he swiped his fingers inside my pussy once.

"Bella, call me Bella." I panted.

"Bella." He turned me around again as his face curved into a smile.

"I want you, Edward. So fucking much."

"You sound so sexy saying those words, kitten." He licked the corner of my mouth.

"Right now." The words came as a command.

"I want to taste you, Bella."

"Fuck!" I gasped as he buried two fingers deep inside. He rubbed the inside of my pussy to keep the fluids coming and started pumping with his fingers, increasing the swiftness of his motion with each passing flick.

"God, you're so tight." His voice was a mine of desire and lust.

"Ed-Edward." Came my whispered pant as my eyes shut involuntarily.

"Yes baby?"

Opening my eyes, I found him watching me, his face fixed on mine, watching me writhe beneath his touch. It was torture. The look in his eyes - lust, want, need - was all there, and it was almost enough to make me uncoil. Not wanting to waste the moment, I grabbed his face within my hands and said three little words. I knew it was all wrong, but all right, all at the same time.

"Fuck me, Edward."

Edward stared at me incredulously as the words tumbled out of my mouth. However, his contemplative expression was soon replaced with a look of pure desire and need.

"Not so soon, Bella. I told you that I want to taste you." And with that he pulled an authoritative tone.

He made quick work of my suit jacket and tie, and started to unbutton my shirt, throwing them behind his back but still it seemed as if he couldn't undress me fast enough.

When I stood before him in nothing but my bra, he bent down to kiss each of my breasts from over it and unclasped it easily with supple and experienced hands. My nipples immediately went taut with the flow of the cool air from the air conditioning system of the elevator.

He took in my naked body as he began to shower me with soft, little kisses of his own.

"Jesus, Bella, you're so beautiful." He almost moaned and I smiled.

With one hand around my back and the other at my breast Edward bent down to capture my right breast in his mouth. Sucking he swirled his tongue around my nipple and lightly bit down.

"Oh god," I cried out.

My physical attributes were on the larger side, being the owner of a healthy, slender body and a height of five feet seven inches.

"I want the clothes off, too. Now." I hissed.

He immediately started to pull off his jacket, shirt and tie, and in less than a minute he was standing in front of me with all his chiselled bare bodied beauty. I couldn't take my eyes off his toned abs and the thin faint trail of hair that flowed from his chest and toward that big rod of a penis.

We both situated ourselves on the floor yet again as I lifted my legs up around his waist and pulled him into me further, deeper. It was if I wanted him, all of him inside me, forever and that still wouldn't enough. Edward drove faster and harder into me, lifting my hips off the floor. The new angle allowed all of him to slam into me while hitting my g-spot. Just as I thought I wasn't going to be able to take anymore, grinning, Edward began to grind into me in a circular motion. Leaning back onto his legs he pulled my hips up to his waist and continued to pump circles into my channel. He winked at me as he seductively took two of his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. With his wet fingers he began to work over my clit. Pulsating, circulating, driving me more and more mad. I started to shake at the over stimulation. Every thrust was a gift I received. My clit began to tingle and the nerves in my insides began to burn as my Edward continued to slam into me I knew my orgasm was coming too quickly. I cried out as I hit my peak and my body started to convulse. Edward brought me down slowly from my high as waves continue to pulsate through my body. I felt the tingling of my orgasm as shocks rode through me all the way to my toes.

I was truly taken aback by the side of his manhood. Man, he was huge.

He kissed me hungrily yet again, like I was the most heavenly food to be devoured.

"More," I moaned into his mouth "I need more."

Edward's pools of green looked deep into my eyes. I was so wet with desire and my longing to be filled was so intense my insides hurt. I looked up at him pleading with my eyes. "Edward, please".

The tip of his head was hovering at my entrance. Edward started to kiss me again and his cock rode over the outside of my wet folds up to my clit which felt amazing and was even more torturous. Starting at my entrance and sliding up to my clit, Edward continued to thrust over me like this teasing me relentlessly. The pressure on my clit was unbearable. I felt myself starting to ascend to my climax when Edward's cock suddenly got caught at my entrance and slipped a bit inside me. His hot cock felt so good that I almost came right then.

Edward froze, "Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" he asked worriedly.

"God no," I was biting into his shoulder I realized. "It felt unreal, so fucking amazing. Do it again."

"God, you are amazing."

"Me or God?"

"My little sassy kitten, aren't you B?"

I wanted to say something equally sarcastic but he silenced me with a tough kiss.

Edward slowly pulled completely out of me. This time he thrust completely into me hard and quickly. I thought my insides were going to explode with pleasure. "Oh, fuck yes!" I cried.

The depth of his erection in me was taking me to new heights and I knew I would come soon, and hard.

"Faster." I whispered. Edward grabbed tighter onto my hips and leaned back. His eyes locking on mine as he thrust even harder into me. This sent me over the edge and began to cry out as waves of pleasure overcame me. Edward kept his pace; his emerald eyes locked on me with intensity as my orgasm hit hard and entire body quaked. He looked at me with a crazed vampire like look. He thrust hard into me three more times as he emptied into me, still never breaking eye contact. I seriously wanted to memorize the look on his face as he came.

Still connected, Edward pulled me into his arms and held me tight, all sweat and sex and utter passion. We didn't have any more words to say. I felt more satisfied and whole then I ever had in my entire life.

My heart raced in overdrive as my body declared this to be the best sex that I'd ever experienced in twenty five years. And I wasn't ready to part with it just yet.

When we were almost done but still couldn't quite get enough of each other, we ended up legs and hands and bodies on the floor of the fateful elevator clinging on to each other as if we were holding on to dear life.

He held me to his chest and the only sounds were that of our pounding hearts and our slow breathing.

"Bella.." he hesitated.

"Yes?"

"I've broken all the rules now, Bella. I don't know what's right and wrong anymore."

"Uh huh. Tell me about you."

"My name is Edward Cullen and but you already know. I live in West Manhattan and my family lives in Seattle. I am the CEO of EC Institute and I am here to fix a deal with American Express. Or, I was since the meeting might already be over by now."

"Wait, so you are the client that I was supposed to present to? Holy shit."

"What do you mean?" he looked at me incredulously.

"I am the Assistant CMO of American Express and you had a meeting with my boss and me."

"So, the irony is that the two most important people for today's meeting are the same ones who're being held back, and we're together." He winked and smirked at me.

"Well, so I should also tell you about me, I guess? My parents live in Arizona and I live here. No siblings and possibly the next CMO of Express."

"I have two more siblings, we work together. They'd love you.." He said and sighed as the realization of the words spoken came to the surface.

"Do you love her?"

We both knew who I was talking about. He looked at me and a fake smile crept up his lips.

"I thought so. Or everyone around me said that I did. I don't anymore though. The last four hours have been a life changing time period for me. Tanya is well, she's a good looking woman and a kind hearted one at that. But, I've never felt this depth of passion for anybody. Maybe, life is giving me a chance at recovering my mistake. Maybe, I'm lucky enough to get on the wrong elevator."

I was amazed at his soliloquy, or so it seemed that he was talking mostly to himself, rather than to me.

Sometime in between we had dressed ourselves back, each helping the other to put on a piece of clothing with a gentleness that was a stark contrast to the desperation we had earlier found ourselves in. His hair was still a wild mess and I could only imagine mine looking like a haystack.

Suddenly, the elevator started to descend, causing me to halfway panic. Edward held onto me still and soon we were at the basement. As the doors opened, I took in the huge amount of people standing outside, waiting and watching with a tense, wide eyed look.

"Mr. Cullen!" "Miss. Swan!" "Isabella?" "Boss!" came the chants of surprise, relief and several other emotions from the audience that had gathered.

We got up to meet our acquaintances and the hotel staff came up to apologize. As it was pointed out, both Edward and I had made the same mistake and clearly overlooked the "Elevator out of order" sign placed beside the entrance, and gotten on the wrong one.

The phone service was cancelled inside all of the elevators to enhance a communication between the passengers and so we hadn't been able to contact anybody. Had it not been for Eric, who figured out that something was wrong and immediately called up the hotel authorities, we might have been stuck in the elevator for God knows how long, not that I regret the amount of time in spent in it.

As it was, the meeting was rescheduled to a later date that week and this time it was going to be held at our office, itself. All of our colleagues decided to join for lunch at The Pierre's restaurant for a friendly meal.

On the way there, Eric pulled me aside and whispered conspiratorially, "What the fuck, Bella? You look like you've been fucked left and right, girl. You alright?"

My entire body flushed at the certainty and rightness of his assumptions.

"Whoa, girl. Okay, I got my answer. But, I've heard he's engaged to the daughter of Denali Enterprise? I didn't figure you for a random one time deal."

"Hopefully, it isn't, E."

Edward sat beside me at the dining table and he held my hand the entire time. We shared quite a few laughs and somehow, it gave me hope.

I, Bella, wasn't good at trusting people, but this time, I really wanted to. I wanted to have faith in him. I wanted a commitment. I wanted forever.

He soon called up Tanya and set up a meeting with her, wanting to call off the engagement as soon as possible. He asked me if I wanted to go with him, but I refused, since it was something that was personal and between them. I didn't really like the idea of being a homewrecker. But, Edward assured me that there wasn't even a home to begin with, that Tanya would be more than happy to comply, since she had feelings for her secretary, a guy named Alec, but hadn't been able to say anything over her father.

I was invited to their family home the weekend after the business deal was to be finalized. Apparently, Edward's sister, Alice was aware that a change was coming in her brother's life and all of them couldn't wait for me.

"I want to do this right by you, Isabella. Our meeting might have been 'elevated' on an elevator, but I'm falling hard, trust me." My heart stopped infinitesimally and picked up in double time.

"I know, Edward. Me too." And it was true.

I went home with Edward that evening, holding hands and smiling huge, all the way.

It had been a long day, but I was happy. Truly happy. So was he. And, I was sure it was going to be an even longer night.

well, there's that.

till then, stay safe and take care.

-rue.