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CULLEN-MASEN FAMILY

Chapter 5

I have gone down to the second floor with my babies. I got Cane, and Peaches with me as I plan on being here for a while today. I need to get started on some of my paintings. Seth got me a few canvases set up yesterday, and a lot of my paint supplies ready. I also need to finish going through those pictures I took the other day. I go over studying a few of the pictures I took looking at the colors making up the dusk, and sunset on the waters. Absolutely beautiful.

There seems to be a buzzing noise, and I notice Cane barking and trying to get my attention. I finally realize it's someone at the freight elevator downstairs. I walk over buzzing the intercom asking who is there. It's Emmett McCarty that works with Edward; the man who toted the painting for him yesterday. He's wanting to see me for a moment to give me something from Edward. I buzz him up, and wait by the elevator.

He walks out of the elevator up to me, "Pleasure to see you, Miss Swan."

"Nice to see you, Emmett, right?" He nods at me.

"Mr. Cullen wanted me to give you his card. It has his cell phone number on there. He also wanted me to tell you he has reservations at seven this evening. He will be over to pick you up about six thirty, if that's alright."

"Yes, tell him it will be fine. I'll be waiting. Thank you,Emmett."

"Well, I'll let you get back to work. Have a nice day Miss Swan," turning going to the elevator. I look down at the card...very fancy gold lettering. Hummm...

I slip it in my pocket, and walk back over to my work. I end up spending a good five, or six hours pouring over the pictures I took. I then gathered some paints trying to achieve some of the colors of the dusk, and sunset in the pics. I planned on using them in some of my paintings.

I needed to go upstairs, and get ready for this dinner with Edward. I had no idea what his plans were, or where he was going to take me. I got to pouring through my closet, and was just about at the end of my wits when a beautiful dark blue wrap dress came out of no where. I pulled it out giving it a once over, and felt this would be simple enough to go either casual, or dressy. Either way, it was what I was going to wear. I found me some blue suede shoes with an ankle strap, and some pretty sexy navy blue panty, and bra. I also had a light blue pashmina in case it got to cool. I laid everything on the bed except for my dress I hung on the back of my closet.

I step in the bathroom turning on the shower, and turn to take off my clothes. I throw them in the hamper, pull me out some towels, and step into the shower. It feels so wonderful. I've got multi shower heads, and a rainfall one over head. It felt wonderful. I had tried not to overdo today, so I wouldn't need my wheelchair. I didn't want to come off with that impression at the first. I wanted him to see I could hold my own. I was a strong woman no matter what I had been dealt.

I have lost a lot in my life along with the full use of my legs, my father, Charlie was killed in the line of duty while I was in art school. My mother has not been in my life since I was almost two years old when she left me with my father, and never looked back. Now, there is only me, and I'm going to do all that I can to have a fulfilling life...starting with my art, and we can throw in a little bit of Edward.

Humm, I so need to quit daydreaming, and get my shower over. I've got to fix my hair, get dressed, and it's almost five thirty. Let's move it woman.

I get through with my shower moving out to my vanity I sit, and start on my hair. Aahhh, but first let me lather on some of my favorite lavender scented lotion. I love this stuff. I get it from Crabtree & Evelyn's. They have some amazing products, and I love going shopping there. I heard some awful news they may be closing their shops, and going bankrupt. I hate the thoughts of losing them.

I start working on my hair, blow drying it first, and taking a curling iron to the ends. Just a bit of curl should be enough. I leave it hanging, with nothing but a light spritz to hold it in place. I then put on a bit of mascara, a touch of blush, and hold off on the lip gloss until the last minute.

I then go into the bedroom to get dressed. I like that I settled on the navy blue. I love the dress the more that I look at it. I slip everything on, sitting down to put on my shoes. I got a low heel dark blue shoe with an ankle strap. Would be kind of hard to feel if my shoe slips off. I lack a lot of feeling in my legs from mid thigh down due to the accident.

Alright then, finally the dress. Yes, I do believe I like this. A navy blue satin silk wrap dress, with an asymetrical hem. I love it, doing a slight twirl. I go into my closet for my other pair of arm brace crutches. They are all silver colored. Don't want anything to clash. I walk back into my bathroom putting stuff in my small clutch. I apply some lip gloss, and put it in my bag. I spritz a light touch of Bvlgaria Green Tea perfum. I very much liked this; not to strong.

Well, I guess I'm about as ready as I'm going to get. It's almost six thirty, and I guess I could go ahead, and take my elevator on down. I grab my shawl, and get on the elevator. Just as the door opens there stands Edward. OMG...

I'm standing here mouth slightly open, might better check for drool. Damn, he looks fucking gorgeous. I work my way up finally to his face, and of course he caught me admiring him. A big lopsided grin on that handsome face, and his hand extended to me. "Well Bella, you look absolutely gorgeous," taking my hand, and slowly pulling me towards him. He pulls my hand up to his lips giving it a kiss, but watching me the whole time. Fucker! I have no doubt he knows what he's doing to me. Well, two can play that game.

"So dinner, where are you taking me?" as I head for the car. He reaches for the door just as I get there.

"I'm taking you to my restaurant Snake, first to show you where I hung the painting, and then to a private area for dinner. I think you'll enjoy it."

"I guess we'll see. Shall we go then?"

EPOV

Edward shuts the door to his car walking around to the driver's side. He get's in giving Bella a glance, and see's her watching every move he makes. He knows she is trying to come across uneffected by him, but he can tell she is effected...very much so. Edward knew she was disabled, but it doesn't bother him in the least. She is a beautiful woman, and the disability does not define her. He doesn't speed to their destination as he wants to spend as much time in her presence as possible. I plan on laying the ground work for spending a lot of time with her.

They finally reach the restaurant, pulling up to the doors, and a valet goes to help Bella out of the car. Edward has beat him to the draw though. He reaches in for her braces holding them in one hand, and reaching for her with the other. She takes my hand, and I hand her her braces. I slip my hand around to her back, lightly touching her directing her into the restaurant. We are greeted by the manager of the place, "Evening Mr. Cullen," with a nod of his head. "Everything is as you ordered."

"Thank you, Gregory. I'm going to show Miss Swan around a bit, then we'll head to our table. Tell them to give us a bit before we order. Thank you." I lead Bella to the front of the restaurant, where I had the painting hung. I also have a light displaying it fully. My regular customers will know this is a new piece to the place, and I want them to be able to fully admire it.I lead her to the front to show her the painting hanging in all it's glory, and to show her I truly admire her...and her work.

"As I told you before I planned on hanging the painting in the front of the restaurant. Do you approve?" She is standing looking at it, and finally nods her head.

"It looks very nice. I'm pleased you found a good place for it," smiling up at him. I smile back at her, "Thank you."

"No, thank you, Bella. It is a beautiful painting. Shall we go to our table then?"

"Yes, I'd like that," and I put my hand at her back to usher her to our table. I had it put in the back with the windows looking out over the water. It's very nice. I pull out her chair getting her sat, laying her braces in the chair next to her. I then take my seat, and a sommelier comes to the table. "Mr. Cullen, may I take your drink orders?"

I look at Bella, and she gives me a shrug, "Please Edward, order us something. Maybe a nice red wine?"

"You heard the lady. How about Bodegas Muga Torre Muga 2015."

"Excellent choice. I will be right back with that," and he turns to go.

I turn to Bella, and she is admiring everything. "Is everything alright? Do you need anything? All you need to do is ask."

"No, I'm fine,Edward. This is a beautiful place. I must commend you. You have a very nice, and from the looks of things, busy restaurant."

"Yes, it is one of the finer places in Seattle. I have nothing but the best at any of my places, though. This one though I took a great interest in it."

"May I ask why snakes?"

The sommelier comes with the wine presenting it to Edward. He nods, the gentleman opens the bottle, and pours a small bit into a wine glass. Edward smells it, taste it, and gives him the go ahead to pour us both a glass. "Someone will be right out to take your dinner order, Sir."

"Thank you," as he raises his wine glass. He watches me taking a small drink, "Do you approve?"

"Hummm, very nice...sweet, not to heady. I like this very much."

I smile at her watching, "What would you like for dinner, Bella? I am kind of impartial as everything on the menu is wonderful. I do though recommend the lamb chops, with either garlic mashed potatoes, or baby red potatoes with grilled asparagus. It is one of our best."

The young waiter comes asking for our orders, and Edward orders us both the lamb chops. They said they would be out shortly, and left us. I turn watching her, and know I need to start asking about her if I'm to get to know her. We talk about her work, her schooling, a touch on the accident, her father, her mother and what she plans for her future. She doesn't talk about much in her future but her painting. Nothing outside of it.

I tell her about my many businesses, my restaurants, and bars. I tell her about my import, export business and owning the gun factory in Germany. I tell her about my family, and that's pretty much it. I can't tell her to much yet. I do have an interest in pursuing more of a relationship with her. I'm just going to take it very slow, dropping occasional hints of other doings, but nothing right out.

I ordered us a caramel apple tartlet, which they make them as an individual serving. It has just the right touch of cinnamon, and the caramel just inside the pastry. It is very yummy. Now, let's see if she will allow me to feed her.

I slide my chair over next to her, picking up a spoon I get a generous bite taking it to her lips. She looks at me wondering what I got going on, I know, but I'm not giving an inch. I hope she will allow me this pleasure. She moves towards me a little, her pink tongue slipping out a touch taking the spoon of dessert in her mouth. Her eyes close, and she is moaning. Going right straight through the spoon, down my arm, right to my cock. Dear God, she is killing me. She then takes a spoon gathering a bite for me, bringing it to my lips where my tongue slips out, and I take my bite. I also moan, but I keep my eyes on her...watching her. Her mouth falls open, her pupils expand, her breath quickens.

Her eyes move to mine...I can see in her eyes...very well played, Mr. Cullen. But, I'm far from through, I pull back motioning for her to eat her dessert, I pick up my wine glass taking a drink, and watch her. So damn fucking sexy, and has no idea. I am so fucked.

We finish our dessert, we get the car, and I very slowly drive around the city. I show her where my other businesses are, and tell her I would love to take her to some of the other places in the future if she will allow me.

We pull up to her warehouse, I help her out of the car, we walk to her elevator, I take her hand...

"Bella, I had a wonderful time tonight."

"Surprisingly, I did you for a lovely evening."

"May I take you out again, Bella?"

"Yes, I would like that very much."

"May I call you, and arrange a time with you?"

"Yes, please," giving him a card with my information. "Call me, and I would love to go out with you again, Edward."

He takes my hand, pulling me close. He leans in kissing my cheek right at the corner of my mouth, then kissing my hand. "Good night, Bella."

"Good night, Edward."

Alright people. I pray you enjoyed their dinner. It took me a bit to get into it. I tried to put me in her place to see his reactions with my eyes. Do ya'll understand that? It seems to make it more...real.

Well, I liked it, and there will be many, many more dates. They both got to work their own magic. It will happen. Just hang on for the ride.

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Let me know what ya'll think.

Thanks muches...