35.
A knock on his door startles me.
Edward's eyes don't leave mine as he says, "Come in."
"Mr. Cullen, I—" Alice, one of the junior associates, pauses. "Sorry, I didn't know you were in here, Ms. Swan."
I wave her off, smiling. "I was just leaving."
"Ms. Swan and I were discussing the Clearwaters' case. Very messy, dirty," he enunciates the word, "divorce."
Alice nods.
"Right." I blink and stand. "Thank you for… yes."
Edward's eyes light up. "Anytime, Ms. Swan. Always willing to help you out. I do hope you take me up on that offer?"
I wordlessly leave.
36.
Rose texts me after lunch.
Taco Tuesday?
Can't, I reply.
I totally could but I don't want to see her. She'll be able to tell something is up and I don't think I want to talk about what happened with Dior just yet.
Fine. I pulled some dresses for your holiday party.
Thank you, I love you, you're the best.
She sends three pictures. The last dress is sleek, pleated metallic. With a halter neckline and a keyhole back, I'm in love. But it's the emerald green color that seals the deal for me.
That's the one, I tell Rose.
37.
I can't sleep.
I do hope you take me up on that offer.
Cocky bastard.
I wasn't going to fuck you. Not with my cock.
My lower belly buzzes with lust and hate. I replay our kiss and the way Edward easily picked me up and put me on the desk. Spread my legs. Touched my thighs.
I open my nightstand drawer and grab my vibrator, pressing it against my clit, chasing the delicious release that's been building all day.
I think about his head between my legs, dirty mouth on my pussy.
I cry out.
Catch my breath.
"Fuck."