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-WOP-
Chapter 7 : Restless Ramblings
EPOV
I cradled my phone in my hands, searching for a little white lie to tell my mother I won't be coming to brunch tomorrow. There was no way I'd be any kind of good company knowing I was meeting her later that day. I hoped we were still going to go on that date, since I had yet to hear from her.
When Isabella told me to meet her at Cullenary Garden, a nervous feeling crept over me, settling in my stomach like a brick. I know she probably wanted to meet me on neutral grounds, since being all alone with her in either of our homes would escalate into something physical much too fast.
Like you'd mind, I thought.
I acted cool about it, told her I almost lived there anyway, which was true. But I didn't tell her my brother owned the place.
I really wanted to get to know her. Who was this person behind the texts and messages I'd grown to like so much already? Something about her threw me completely off, making me toss and turn at night thinking of her. Especially last night, when I didn't hear from her after the text she'd sent me to meet up in the realm of Los Angeles instead of online.
Staring out my living room window, I thought about last night:
My gaming skills diminished rapidly as I couldn't get my head in the right mindset. I was so desperate, I even called her after I'd had another beer, feeling more confident. To be honest, it was probably for the better when she didn't pick up the phone. What would I have said to her? 'Hey, it's me and I'm worried you died or got hurt, or worse, were talking to another man.' No, that would be horrid.
As I lay in bed after my calls and messages, I couldn't help but picture her out with her friends.
Would she talk about me?
In my mind, Isabella was having fun. Probably dancing or drinking some kind of fancy, colorful drink. She'd laugh with her girlfriends and maybe get a little tipsy. I only hoped there were no creeps around, mainly because she looked so astonishingly beautiful when I saw her.
Fucking sexy, that was what she looked like.
I couldn't help but let my mind wander to a place in a parallel universe, one where I'd be out with her last night. How I would attempt to make her feel like the Enchantress she was; she'd sit next to me while my arm draped around her shoulder, my fingers playing with a strand of her hair. How she would look at me as if she wanted me to kiss her, or more. If she wanted, I'd take her dancing—not my strong suit—just to feel her luscious body against mine.
Thinking about her, even just her face, made me feel more aroused then any girl ever had.
I was never that reckless before, getting naked in front of that little camera for someone, without first getting to know her. I couldn't help myself; neither could the erection in my pants the second I saw her face on my screen. The pictures she sent me were getting me excited already, especially the one from our first naughty encounter. Her hand touching the place I'd love to touch for her had me going crazy.
When she told me she lived in L.A., it took all my strength and good-guy manners to stop me from going over there, pulling her against me and making her feel what she did to me. I'd press my hard cock to the swell of that perfect ass before I bent her over any surface and took her right then and there.
But a gentleman would never do that, of course.
My phone chimed, making me jump and almost drop the phone as my daydreaming faded.
"Hey Em," I answered. My brother calling me on a Saturday on the verge of the afternoon probably meant he was horribly hungover and wanted to go out for greasy food.
"Can you talk?" he almost whispered.
"Sure, what's up?"
"I had the best night of my life, honest to God, and I need your advice," he rambled.
Emmett was no man to be rambling so I bet it had something to do with a female companion he spent the night with.
"What happened?" I asked him, sauntering to the kitchen to grab myself another coffee.
"I met someone last night, but I think I ruined it," he admitted, sighing.
"Ruined it how, exactly?" I poured myself a big cup of java.
"We were talking, just talking. It was so weird, I felt like we had so much to chat about and I hogged her away from her friends for hours…" he trailed off. "Until out of the blue I asked her to come back to my place."
I rolled my eyes at him.
"Yes, and…? Did she blow you off?" I asked him, genuinely surprised to hear there was a woman out there to say 'no' to Emmett Cullen, flirting machine extraordinaire.
"I don't know, Edward!" I could sense the frustration in his voice. "She gave me her phone number and said 'not tonight,' but she seemed amused, didn't get mad or anything," he told me.
"Sounds like she wants to make you work for it, brother. You haven't done that in a while, so you better polish up your dating skills," I chuckled.
My brother had been single ever since he opened his bistro three years ago. He worked too much, obviously, so my mother made him take Sundays off so we could all enjoy brunch and some quality time together. I never felt more glad for my mother's persuasion skills, since Isabella wanted to meet at the place he built from scratch. I didn't want to talk about her to Emmett yet, he was too much of a jerk to me when it came to girls.
Emmett told me about the girl he met last night, a curvaceous blonde with her own business, which already gave them something in common. She was a hairdresser, he told me and not much more, which was out of character for him. I decided not to call him out for that, and advised him to call or text her later this week so he didn't seem like he just wanted her in his bed.
Great advice, sex master. I laughed out loud at my hypocrite advice, as not too many hours ago I literally jerked off to a girl who hadn't even met me yet. We hadn't gone on a date and she hadn't made me work for it. What did that mean? And why had it felt so normal, and why didn't I feel like a sad perv? On the contrary, she made me feel good and those orgasms were out of this world. I thought I was going to pass out the last time.
My phone alerted me to a text when I booted up my PlayStation and sat down in my desk chair. Isabella.
She texted me that her phone had died, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. At least she wasn't ghosting me; that was good. I guess she got drunk last night, and part of me wished she hadn't. I didn't want her to be vulnerable to douches and dicks putting the moves on her.
My reply seemed a little harsh, telling her she didn't owe me any explanation. I was afraid to let her know how much she affected me, physically and emotionally. She was so fun to talk to, into the same weird games I was, and so fucking beautiful and sexy and confident.
When she responded with the words I couldn't type out to her, I was surprised to see she wanted me to know more about her. Even more surprised when she thought she would scare me off, like that would even happen.
How could I run from this Enchantress when she's already put some kind of spell on me?
I felt intrigued why she would say something like that. Was she sad? Did something happen to her? Did someone hurt her in the past? I wanted to take her into my arms, kiss those pouty lips of her and look into her sultry, chocolate brown eyes, not needing any words to tell her it would be okay.
I couldn't fathom being away from her anymore, I needed to know more, jump into this eyes closed and drown in her soul.
Almost twenty-four hours to go until I can see her, talk to her. Give her the date she deserves, not the hormone-crazed Edward she already met.
My fingers flew across the screen of my phone, typing what I wanted to say to her in the least amount of words possible.
Run to me, Isabella.
I hit send, aching for a reply as I ran my hands through my messy hair. The bet with Emmett made absolutely no sense at all. He dared me to slip a porn screenshot into a presentation for the stick-up-her-ass client I was assembling a web site for. Seeing as she already turned down quite a few offers from both my colleague and myself, I couldn't afford to pull a prank like that. Instead, Emmett appeared on my doorstep with a bowl and some temporary hair dye last week.
It better be temporary.
My Enchantress hadn't responded to my emotionally loaded message yet, so I distracted myself, abandoning my desk and retreating to the shower to wash my hair as much as possible.
After my shower, I didn't even bother to dry off first before I checked my phone. I had one unread message:
Enchantress: Where do I run to, then?
I sighed as I read it, not knowing what to say. Do I invite her over? What do I do?
Meet me for dinner? Real or online, I don't care. Can't wait until tomorrow.
I looked up restaurants close to Huntington Park, where she told me she lived. What kind of food did she like? Indian? Italian? Was she vegetarian? There was so much I didn't know yet. Maybe I shouldn't have invited her for dinner. What if she didn't want to or maybe I was being too forward? She probably mistook me for an impatient dork who couldn't wait one more day to see her. I felt nervous. What if she thought I was only trying to get her in my bed? I couldn't deny the fact that I wanted her, but this wasn't all about sex.
Maybe that's all she wants? You can't know that.
Enchantress: I want you and takeout, is that also an option?
I let out a groan; there was no way I could keep my hands off her if she stepped into my condo. So she didn't think it was weird. Isabella wanted this as well.
I guess you'll have to try, I thought as I gave her my address.
In a few hours, my Enchantress was by my side and I'd try to win her heart, battle or not.
-WOP-
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