Seven

"I think we won," Tanya shakes her head holding her phone out for us to see the photographic evidence of their bachelorette bingo.

An image of her in the men's bathroom blowing a kiss to the camera.

"No way," Rosalie shakes her head, "I think we need an impartial judge. Jasper."

We'd refused to leave and so had the guys. So we'd decided to merge our parties for a little bit. We'd gathered into a booth. Rosalie sits beside me, Angela to my other side. Edward sits on a chair, along with James, at the edge of the table unable to fit on the booth bench.

Alice sits in her fiance's lap, his arms wrapped snug around her. They're excited to be in one another's company. Every so often he whispers into her ear, making her flush and giggle. It's sickeningly sweet.

"He's not impartial. He'll just pick Alice," Tanya shakes her head, "Edward… who do you think deserves the win?"

"What about a tie breaker?" Emmett interrupts.

"How so?" I ask.

"One more challenge and I'll decide the winner. How about a lap dance?" Emmett shrugs.

"No way," Angela shakes her head laughing.

"You want us to give you a lap dance?" Rosalie quirks an eyebrow.

"I'm happy to be the judge of that too," Jasper's friend Peter offers.

"It was my idea," Emmett glares at him.

"You have a girlfriend don't you?" Rosalie asks.

"I mean I wouldn't say…" he glances at her.

"Edward's single," Tanya interiors pointing at him, "what if i give him one and then someone on your team gives him one, Ali."

"If you need help picking," Edward nods smiling, eyes darting to me.

"Shot gun not having to be that person," Alice shakes her head.

"Deal," Tanya laughs at her, "well you pick your fighter- Rose or Bells."

I glance at Rosalie concerned. She offers me a shrug.

Alice glances at Rose and then at me.

"Bella," Alice says.

"She know's you'll win," Rosalie whispers to me, "it's not a fair fight for Tanya."

"How do I do this?" I whisper to her, anxiety creeping up my neck like a spider.

Tanya wastes no time straddling and grinding in Edward's lap. Her hair flips around them as she laughs and pushes against him. Luckily for us, and for my confidence, he looks uncomfortable. He's trying to be polite, but he's clearly stiff. Not the kind of stiff that I'm positive Tanya would like.

"Take it slower than her. Really roll your hips, kiss his jawline maybe, press your boobs together in his face. Also turn around and rub your ass into him. Let him run his hands all over you," she whispers, "you've got this. You saw the impact your dirty talk had on him. You're going to win this. Tanya is delusional to not see how into you he is."

"Okay. Bella's go!" Rosalie yells out smacking the table, cutting Tanya short.

Rosalie ignores the frosty glare she's given for cutting short Tanya's fun.

"Come on, Bella!" Alice hollers.

"Bring home the win, sexy," Rosalie smacks my ass as I stand and move toward Edward.

Tanya moves away slightly letting me in.

"Hey," I feel shy suddenly.

"You got this," he holds his hand out for me to help me, "I'm a fair judge I promise."

Flicking my hair over my shoulder I take his hand, allowing him to help guide me to straddle his lap. The song shifts to Beyonce giving me a little more a beat.

I hear Rosalie clapping and cheering my name as I take Edward's hands, guiding them to my hips. As I begin to move my hips I place my hands on his his shoulder and chest, grinding down onto him. I move my body to the music, shaking and rolling my hips.

"Shit," he whispers looking down between us.

Encouraged I lean into his body more, placing my lips at his ear.

"I can't believe you were essentially my boss last week and now I'm humping you in public to Beyonce," I whisper, "now you see why I got fired. I'm naughty."

"You said you quit," he mutters.

"I lied," pressing my lips against his skin, I press quick kisses down his jawline, before pulling back to look down at him.

His pupils are dilated, mouth slightly ajar.

Turning to face away from him, I sit in his lap, leaning my back into him. I follow all of Rosalie's instructions grinding back into him, guiding has hands along my front. I guide his large hangs from my thighs, up my stomach and to the underneath of my bust as I dance.

When I let him go I make an effort to raise slowly, back arched so his eyes are sure to be glued firmly to my ass.

"That's my girl," Rosalie shouts clapping, "yes baby!"

When I take my seat I take a long sip of my cocktail, avoiding Edward's eyes.

"I think we all know who won that," Emmett scoffs, "do you need to excuse yourself Edward?"

"Shut the fuck up," he shakes his head, standing from his seat, turning his back on the table and waltzing in the direction of the bar.

"You sexy beast," Rosalie kisses my cheek, "you made him flustered. Holy shit he wants you bad."

"Agreed," Alice nods from behind Rose, "I've never seen him behave that way."

"Should I go talk to him? Is he upset?" I ask concerned.

"The opposite," Emmett smirks, "I wouldn't worry yourself over it. Honestly."


Unlocking my apartment I feel weight on my shoulders. He couldn't get out of there fast enough. He'd left shortly after my display, leaving me wondering if I'd taken it too far. If I'd make him uncomfortable.

I throw my purse and keys down, sighing as I take in the room of pink streamers and dick shaped balloons.

It was 3am and Rosalie had opted to stay out with Emmett and one of the other groomsmen. Emmett had promised he'd behave. I fish my phone from my purse and plant myself down on the couch.

Edging my shoes off with feet, I kick them over the back of the couch and lie into the pillows.

I try to replace the mental picture of me humping my old boss. But I can't. So I try to rewrite it. I picture him enjoying it, squeezing and smacking where my skin feels the hottest under his touch.

Picking my phone up I open up his contact number. My finger hovers over the message icon. What do I even say?

With a huff I open up a new message and begin to type.

"Hey. It's me. If I took it too far I'm sorry. I was just getting into the fun. The dirty talk, the lap dance. I didn't mean to make you feel a certain way," I type.

I consider deleting the entire thing. But my drunk finger slips and I hit send instead. I sit up in a panic, covering my mouth in shock.

Fuck.

"No no no!" I groan out.

I throw my phone down and cover my face.

I think I have to move.

He's going to think I'm a bloody idiot.

I consider what I can steal from Rose to take with me to start my new life. I'm so busy panicking I miss the buzz of my phone.

Hesitation doesn't happen when I see his name pop up on the screen. I answer it immediately.

"Hey," his voice is smooth, but there's an edge of exhaustion that I feel too.

Especially when it comes to wanting him this badly.

"Hi," I say, "how are you?"

"I've had moments with more elegance," he sighs out after a few seconds, "you?"

"I'm sitting in a room full of dicks," I answer.

For a moment I think he's hung up. I pull the phone from my ear to check we're still connected. Laughter erupts from my phone as I return it to my ear to listen closer. He's shouting with an uncontrollable fit of joy, coughing and smacking what sounds like a desk.

"I'd invite you if you're into that," I smile with pride.

I made him laugh like THAT.

"Don't tempt me with a good time," he chokes out between the symphonic sound.

"Wanna know something fun? I blew them all," I say.

He laughs again, the ease of this call becoming lighter and lighter for us to burden.

"You are the funniest person I've ever met," he says.

"You must know some boring people," I say.

"Apparently I have been hanging with shitty crowds up until you," he replies, "about your message."

"Don't worry about it," I shake my head, "I'm probably still drunk."

"No. I shouldn't have ran out and made you feel like something wrong happened there. Emmett with that joke… I guess I was just shocked at my response," he explains.

"What response?" I lie back on the couch again.

"Between telling me your fantasy and having your ass in my lap… what do you think the response was?" He scoffs.

I'm quiet. Processing every word carefully so I'm not wrong: but he clarifies.

"If I didn't get out of there that second I probably would have thrown you on that table in front of my family, pulled up that hot as sin dress and had us both sitting in a jail cell," his voice is dripping with command.

"You wanted to…" I begin.

"I wanted to fuck you," he interrupts, "you're my sister's maid of honour. I was trying to be respectful."

"Tanya did the exact same thing," I say.

"Tanya isn't you, baby," he coos, "the whole time she was on me my mind was with you."

I let out a slow breath.

"I'm insanely attracted to you. We ran into one another outside work, the coffee shop, and my sister's apartment. Fate is literally shoving you into my fucking lap," he says, "I'm a strong man. I've built a career and a life. I own a fucking island. But for you… a second in your orbit and I'm weak."

"You have an island?" I say.

"I'll take you there right this second," he chuckles, "it could be our first date."

"You want to go on a date?" I ask.

"I thought you'd never ask. 6.30pm tomorrow night. Text me your address and wear something you don't mind getting a little bit dirty," he says, "I have messy plans for us."


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