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~~Edward~~
I knew what Alice had told me this morning was true.
Bella is the one. Bella is my soul mate.
I'd seen the level of devotion and love that Alice shared with Jasper and I knew that I deserved that too. When I thought of being with Bella, the pleasure was so intense. The thought of never seeing her again made me nearly physically sick with dread.
I was so hyper on the drive back to the hotel. The thought of seeing Bella had consumed my day.
I was in love with Bella Swan, and the doubts that I had in my mind were now slowly dissipating. Alice was right; if I told Bella how I felt, it would then be up to her to make the decision about whether she could be with me, along with the invasive paps and fans. Being with me came with a whole package of 'others'.
The car pulled up to the hotel and I was out. I signed a few autographs for a handful of giggling teenagers and then rushed to the elevator in a blur. My heart was pounding. I still had no idea what I had said to Bella the previous night, but I had remembered touching her, and I knew that I wanted to touch her again.
I'm going to kiss her cheek as soon as I see her. Friends do that, right? A friendly kiss to say hello.
I walked into the bar. The scene was like any other night; well, actually like last night–there was no bottle of wine on the table. Bella had her laptop out, but the difference was that she was actually typing and she hadn't looked up. She didn't even notice me slowly approaching the table. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she stared at the screen.
I couldn't help but feel a little dejected. She usually looks up and smiles. Did I do something last night to upset her? Have I misread her?
"Hi," I finally said, breaking her out of her writing trance.
She looked up at me and blinked a few times, then she focused on my eyes and a slow wry smile spread across her beautiful face, making my heart melt.
"Hi! How are you feeling?" She questioned.
"Oh, um," In love? In lust? Like I want to kiss you? "Oh, you know, a little tired."
Bella kept smiling, but then looked back at her screen as I sat down. The time had past for me to be able to offer her a friendly hello kiss and I wanted to kick myself for not being more assertive.
"Well," she stated, sounding extremely excited, "I got through my writer's block! I've been writing for five hours, Edward!" She beamed at me, her cheeks flushed a glowing pink and her eyes glistened.
Do it, do it now!
"That's wonderful Bella! I knew you would!" I glided my arm around her shoulders and pulled her into my chest. I surrounded her in a warm hug. Her hands that had been hovering over her keyboard dropped to her lap, as I captured her in my embrace. My head dipped to lightly sink into her hair, and I inhaled to take in her unique scent. God, her smell, the strawberry shampoo mixed with her floral perfume. Bella's face was just inches from my skin.
I have to tell her, I have to have her. I wanted to be kissing her mouth, her neck.
I slowly, reluctantly pulled back, and before I could look into her eyes to see her reaction I kissed her left cheek, lingering my lips there, like I had the previous night. It was a chaste kiss that lasted a beat longer than was really necessary.
I love you Bella.
"Um, thanks." She hung her head, trying to hide her face. She was blushing again, and it made her even more alluring.
"What do you think helped you to get through the block?" I asked her.
She let out a long billowing breath. "I, I'm not sure. I think you inspired me last night." She glanced downward as a small smile graced her lips.
Oh God, she must have felt the intensity from me when I was performing: the emotions that poured out of me, the passion, the love as I sang Episode to her. I can only dream of being able to continue to inspire her as much as she inspires me.
Tell her!
She looked up at me. "I'm so glad you're not too hung over. Do you remember, um...things?" She queried, she sounded nervous.
"I remember everything, Bella," I lied.
She looked back to her screen, her face even more crimson. James appeared asking what we'd like from the bar.
"Oh, I'm happy with diet Coke, please James," she croaked.
"I'll have a Coke." I wanted a beer, but Bella suggested no alcohol tonight and even though I knew the beer would relax me somewhat, I wanted her to hear my declaration knowing I was stone cold sober, and I meant every word.
I started to get anxious as I thought about how to say it. I couldn't just blurt out 'I love you'. Would that scare her away? My hands were twitching to touch her again, and I remembered back to the first night we had sat in the bar; her hand in mine, my thumb gliding over her knuckles, that damn arousing buzzing electrical current that seeped into my core when I felt her skin. Just the memory of touching Bella made my cock spring to life.
I realized James had gone back to the bar and neither one of us had spoken.
"So," I said. I can't tell her I love her with a raging hard-on. "Do you think you'll ever let me read your novel?"
She laughed. "Of course, when it's published. I may even dedicate it to you," she smiled, and then her face changed and she backtracked. "I mean, you know because, um, because all your fans would wonder why I did that and they'd want to read it and it would sell millions of copies," she laughed nervously, clearly embarrassed.
I was fucking drunk on happiness.
I saw it in her eyes. She feels something. I know she does. Alice is right; if she feels the same connection I do then I know that she'll want to be with me. The knowledge made me relax. I didn't need to rush this. I could compose myself, and then the words would come at exactly the right time.
"So, apart from writing, what else did you do today?" I asked.
Bella smiled widely, and turned her body fully to face me.
"I finished compiling the Australian band play list that I started for you."
"So how many hours did you cut it back to?" I teased.
"Well, it's, um, three CDs worth. That's okay, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I can't wait to listen to them," I looked at her hands. She was wringing them nervously.
"I didn't realize it was getting so late. How about I go and get them? I thought you'd like to listen to them when you go away this weekend."
"That's a great idea, Bella."
"I'll be back in three minutes!"
She jumped from the booth grabbed her purple card and room card out of her bag and hurried excitedly out the door.
Fuck. Idiot. I should have suggested we go back to her room together and listen to the music! Shit, but if I got up now she'd see this massive damn erection.
Bella had made some music CDs for me. What a cute, affectionate, normal thing to do. No one has ever done that for me before. I couldn't wipe the grin off my face.
James placed our drinks on the table with a half smile.
I took in a deep, calming breath.
OK, when she gets back I'll tell her my feelings but I've got to do it in a way that shows her I want to be her lover and her friend. Then I had a vision of Bella from last night, her hair pulled up, exposing her graceful neck, her skin pale and creamy white. I imagined kissing her neck, skimming my nose over her jaw. Fuck, now I'm even more aroused. Thank god the table's hiding it. Shit.
I looked at Bella's screen. She hadn't closed the document she was working on - her novel.
I thought about twisting her Mac towards me to read, but then I felt disgusted with myself. If she wants me to read it, she'll tell me. Bella trusted me enough to leave it unattended; I didn't want to jeopardize that.
Fuck, she has changed me. If it were any other person, I'd be speed-reading without question. I'm the type of guy that used to hunt for Christmas presents hidden around the house as early as October. My mom would always be overly prepared; she never left any shopping until the last minute. Christmas is four months away. I want Bella to be with me, Christmas morning. Waking up with me in my condo in LA. God yes...
Bella came back into the bar, flushed and radiant. She held a stack of CD cases and a small white cake box. When she reached the booth she placed them on the table. I watched her, mesmerized as she shuffled her body back into her seat, closer to me than she had been.
"I almost forgot these." she said. "I found this cute little patisserie today, and they had pavlova!"
"Um, do I want to know what that is?"
"It's an Australian dessert. Do you like sweet things?"
"Um, yeah," I said, and I couldn't help but stare at her mouth. Fucking delectably sweet.
She motioned to James who walked up immediately. "James can I trouble you for two side plates and two forks please?"
"Certainly, Miss…" he smiled, "Bella." He corrected himself.
She beamed at him.
James walked away slowly, and I could feel myself becoming uneasy.
I'd never really noticed before but James was quite good looking in a fit, sporty kind of way. He had a natural tan, he obviously worked out and he had that long bad boy type hair. I could imagine that out of his hotel uniform he would wear casual jeans and a t-shirt. Would he be Bella's type if he wasn't working in the hotel?
Why the fuck am I getting jealous of the bar guy? Why, when a guy even looked at Bella, did I feel overwhelmingly protective of her? I'd gone all caveman and possessive last night as well when Laurent had ogled her. Seeing her just smile at the guy engulfed me with insecurity.
Snap out of it Cullen.
When James returned Bella said 'thank you' and proceeded to serve up the dessert. It was covered in fresh fruit and cream, and when she handed me the plate I gave her a look of mock horror.
"What? You don't like fruit?" She seemed appalled.
"I love fruit," I smiled back, "especially strawberries," my voice got lower, I was thinking of the smell of her hair. Jesus, could I be any more obvious?
She laughed and dug her fork into the dessert; the crunching sound intrigued me as it looked soft rather than hard. She smiled and held her fork inches from her mouth.
"It's meringue, it's basically egg white and lots and lots of sugar and cream."
She placed the fork to her lips and closed her eyes as she devoured it. "Mmm, reminds me of Christmas," she sighed.
"Christmas?" Fuck, can she read my mind or something?
"Well yeah...you know, in Sydney, Christmas is in the middle of summer. We always had a pavlova for dessert at Christmas!"
Her accent was raw as she spoke, like she was really remembering back, and I wanted to lean across and touch her mouth. She had the smallest smudge of cream on her bottom lip and it was driving me crazy.
I knew if I touched her mouth it wouldn't stop there. I would want to cradle her neck, and I could almost envision myself pulling her onto my lap to feel the weight and heat of her body against me as I mauled her lips.
Fuck!
I dug my fork into the dessert and took a large mouthful. God, it is sweet, but the cream and fruit give it a summery flavor, just like she described. It was delicious.
The only sounds were our forks clinking on the porcelain as we piled the sweet edible on top. I watched her mouth as she ate. I had to bite my own tongue when she licked her lips. Fucking hell, I want her lips on me.
We sat, in silence, together. It wasn't awkward; there was no need to chatter for the sake of it. Occasionally she'd look up at me and smile. I didn't want to be anywhere else in the world than right here eating this sweet dessert with her.
This is the perfect time to tell her.
We finished the dessert and as soon as Bella had placed her fork on her plate and pushed it away, I reached out and took her hand.
She looked down, the shock evident on her face and then he looked up, her eyes wide. I could feel her warmth; I could feel the buzzing static. Her breathing picked up. She must feel it too.
"Bella, I want to thank you again for arranging last night. It was indescribable. I haven't been on a real stage in two years. The experience was just...well, it meant a lot to me. I can't put into words how amazing it felt, to be on that stage in front of a real audience."
She was smiling. "I knew you would enjoy it."
"How...I mean, what made you want to do that for me?" I couldn't help but ask. I started rubbing my thumb over her knuckles slowly, sensuously.
"Um, well, I thought about how down you were after watching Ben's band play at Richard's. I knew it was because you wished you could be on the stage." She was looking at me, then her blush returned and she lowered her eyes to watch my hand. "And, I wanted to hear you play the guitar," she added softly.
Bella was right; I had been down after watching Ben's band. Part of it was missing the rush of performing live, but most of it was because the realization had hit me that night, that I was attracted to Bella and I wanted more than friendship.
"So, really it was my pleasure," the volume and tone of her voice changed instantly from soft to bright and casual. "I'm so glad you had a great time."
Don't give her mixed signals; Alice's voice reverberated through my head.
"Bella, I need to tell you something." She looked up at me, her cheeks still bright red, her breathing quicker than normal.
The door to the bar opened and I heard loud laughter. Four women walked into the room. They were all in their mid to late thirties, dressed as if they had been out to dinner and maybe a little drunk.
Shit.
One spotted me and her face lit up in an excited grin. I reluctantly let go of Bella's hand.
So much for telling Bella how I feel; there's no way I can do that while these women were staring at me in recognition.
Fuck.
I looked away from them, hoping to God that they'd just ignore me.
No such luck.
I took a large gulp of my Coke as one of the women stalked towards our booth, smiling provocatively. She was tall with black hair and a red cocktail dress. Her fingers were perfectly manicured and laden with diamond rings.
She glanced at Bella then looked back to me as she asked, "Excuse me? I was wondering if we could get our photo taken with you and maybe an autograph?"
She was polite but in that pushy, predatory way I'd come to know so well from a certain type of female admirer.
I saw Bella smirk and I forced a tight smile.
"Sure," I quickly got out from behind the table and walked over to theirs. They introduced themselves and ogled and pawed me as I stood next to them. They asked James to take about twenty photos.
"Come and join us, we have champagne!" said the blonde one in the skin tight blue dress. "Thanks, but I'm sorry I can't." I gestured towards Bella. "Who's she?" said the brunette rudely. I considered my answer carefully, and I knew I had to lie, saying, "Erm, a journalist. We're actually in the middle of an important interview." I would protect her from the spotlight as long as I could. News travels fast with cell phones and the internet; these women would surely feed the gossip machine if they knew of my desires for Bella. "Yeah? What magazine?" The blonde asked haughtily.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I have no clue, something from Australia. Excuse me, ladies." I then dipped my head to indicate that I should get back to Bella.
There were groans of protest from them as I tried to extricate myself. Of course, each one had to hug me and kiss me on the cheek. The blonde decided to covertly pinch my ass and push her hips into my groin. Thank God my cock had gone back to its flaccid state, mainly on account of being hijacked by these four vapid women. I finally got away and walked back to Bella.
My smile was forced and I was frustrated. The last thing I wanted to do was make my declarations to Bella under the scrutiny of these women.
If only I could get Bella back to my suite; then I could tell her, touch her, kiss her.
I sat down, planning it in my head.
"That was sweet of you," she regarded me with care in her eyes.
"Sweet?"
"You know, taking photos with them and letting them kiss you." She dropped her gaze to the table and was blushing again.
"It's part of the job, being nice to them," I said briefly. Suddenly I thought of a way to get her back up to my suite; I needed to be alone with her with no possibility of interruption.
"Bella," at hearing her name she raised her eyes to look at me again, "you know I have to go on that trip to LA and New York for four days on Friday morning?"
"Yes," she said.
"Well I have a script that I need to read. I have a meeting with a director for his new film; he just got the green light to go forward on it. He's thinking of casting me as the lead and I'll need to know what the hell I'm talking about before I meet with him. Do you think you could help me run through some lines and give me feedback on some ideas I have about the character?"
"I'd love to Edward, but...maybe tomorrow? We had such a late night last night and my eyes kind of hurt from staring at this screen all evening."
"Actually, that would be perfect. Tomorrow night, then?"
"Sure. That sounds like fun," she smiled and took a sip of her diet Coke.
Her agreement relieved and calmed me. If these women weren't in the bar I could be telling Bella how I feel now, but my resolve was set. I wanted her alone, in my room. No distractions. Absently, I retreated into my thoughts...
When we are alone I will tell her what she means to me and ask her to consider us being together in a relationship. I'd have to spell out what it would mean for us, and what her life would become if she chose to be with me. Maybe I could convince her to come to LA after I finished filming here? Bella could stay with me until I have to go to Europe; meet my parents and Alice and Jasper, stay with me in my condo over Christmas and New Year. While there I would touch her, kiss her, and even more exhilarating, I would take her to my bed, explore her body, if she would grant me such euphoria. Dear God, I want her there! I would have to shield her from the media and fans in LA, to maintain her anonymity and privacy.
Bella interrupted me from my reverie, "You look really stressed, Edward. Maybe we should have an early night?" Her face was full of concern.
I was stressed, but I wanted to stay here with her, all night! She started packing away her Mac. I'll walk her to her room and kiss her goodnight, properly.
Bella shuffled out of the booth, and flung her bag over her shoulder.
"See you tomorrow!"
"Wait, let me walk with you." I stood up; picked up the CDs she had made for me and stood as close to her as was appropriate.
As we started walking towards the door, the excitement from the women was disconcerting.
"Edward, call me! I'm in room fifteen-thirty two!" Flapping her hand at me, the blonde brazenly giggled her invitation.
I laughed half-heartedly.
"Goodnight Edward!" was drunkenly called out by the rest.
"Goodnight, ladies," I said.
Bella and I walked side by side out of the bar and to the elevator. I could tell her now. No, at her door; I'll tell her and then kiss her.
She pushed the call button; up for me and down for her.
"I'll walk you to your door," I grinned, staring into her eyes.
"You don't need to do that. I think I can find it," she laughed.
Her lips, her skin, her hair, her eyes, her laugh...everything about her completely mesmerized me. "I want to," I said. My voice sounded huskier than normal.
We stood, staring at each other. Just tell her now.
"Bella, I need to tell you..." the sound of the bar door opening and the drunken laughter from the women stopped me. Simultaneously the elevator dinged and the doors slid open; it was going up.
"Quick Edward, get in or they'll grope you again," Bella smiled. I felt the heat of her hand as she pushed on my chest, and I reluctantly backed into the elevator.
The doors started to close and I saw her bite her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing.
~~Bella~~
His face was hilarious as I pushed him into the lift. There was no way I wanted those flirty cougars touching and kissing him again.
I looked over to them. There were only two. "Oh damn, we missed him," one slurred, obviously extremely drunk. They were glamazons, towering over my short frame. They were dressed immaculately; their hair salon perfect, make-up flawless and the jewelry they wore was extremely ostentatious.
They both laughed.
"So did you get all you needed for your interview?" The other questioned me.
"Excuse me?" I queried, unsure what she was talking about.
"Oh, Edward told us you were a journalist and that you were interviewing him. We can give you some quotes to use if you want?"
"Yes," said the other, "you can quote me! I don't care that I'm married, I'd be on that if I could."
The second one chimed in, "He is sex on legs...oooh! Those long, strong le-e-gzzz," she giggled as she slurred out the 'z' and continued, "you can't help but wonder about that third leg and what it can do! With his face and body, he just has to have some serious talent in that area!"
They burst out into hysterical laughter, and I gave them a tight smile even though I felt wretched.
Edward hadn't told them we were friends; he'd told them I was journalist! Why would he do that? Oh, right. He didn't want them to think we were anything more than professional acquaintances. He had his photo taken with them and let them hug and kiss him because they were his fans, and it was 'part of the job'. God, was being nice to me part of his 'job'?
The lift doors opened and we all stepped inside.
I pushed the button for level eight and they pushed the button for the 15th.
"That is one hot guy, so beautiful, so tall."
"And did you smell him? Mmm, divine..."
She looked across the lift at me, her eyes seemed somewhat glassy as she said, "Rosalie Hale is one lucky nineteen year old! Imagine having that every night. Holy fucking hell! If I was her I wouldn't let him out of my sight! Did he talk about her in your interview?"
I shook my head to indicate that 'no' Edward hadn't spoken about Rosalie to me. Arriving at the 15th, they giggled and stumbled as they walked out of the lift.
I closed my eyes. Maybe I'm no better than those women. After all, I couldn't help agreeing with them; he was beautiful and sexy, he did smell amazing, and he was fun to talk to; he's very down to earth. If he was mine I wouldn't let him out of my sight. He is so desirable, in every way.
I thought about how it felt when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. My whole body reacted. I could literally feel myself restraining the desire to reach my hands up and around his neck and push my whole body into his. And when he kissed my cheek again...the same place he kissed me last night, the spot burned with a warmth that made my insides turn to goo. I looked down at my hand. He'd held my hand and stared at me as if I was the only female left on the planet, and he'd been swirling his thumb over my knuckles, his intimate touch had made my heart rate skyrocket and my undies damp.
I let myself into my room, went to the bathroom and washed my face, brushed my teeth and got undressed. I put my pajamas on and climbed between the fresh, crisp hotel bed sheets.
Edward.
I just can't read him. One minute he's friendly and casual, and the next he is touching me with his beautiful hands, staring at my lips, or saying things that could be taken the wrong way. He said he remembered everything that happened last night.
He remembers me touching his hair?
He remembers asking me if I feel it...what ever he classified as 'it'.
I thought back to what Sue and Shelley had said last night, that Edward was in love with me, and that I should keep him close. No, those ladies couldn't be right. Why would he want me, when he could have anyone, including Rosalie Hale? He's just a touchy-feely, emotionally connected type of guy. He's being nice to me because I am a fan, and we are working together.
I wonder what he was going to tell me?
Then I thought about tomorrow night. Edward asked me to read through a script with him and wants my feedback on the character!
How amazing will it be to see him transforming himself into someone else by reading lines from a real movie script? Oh my God, tomorrow night in the bar is going to be mind blowing. His creativity is outstanding; his music, his acting, the way he makes me feel. He just can't be this perfect! And he hadn't smoked last night. He must have stopped? Being a smoker was the bad habit I wanted to latch onto to stop myself from liking him. But that didn't really matter now. I was a lost cause. I was in love with him. How in the hell am I going to get through the next three months -
The ringing of my phone startled me. I jumped up from the bed and dug it out of my bag.
Edward?
"Hi, Edward!" I answered a bit nervously, and I was oddly alert. I felt as if he'd caught me in my musings of him.
"Hey, I didn't wake you, did I?" he breathed.
"Um, no, I was just lying in bed, trying to switch my brain off." I sighed and climbed back between the sheets.
"I can't switch off either," he stated.
I couldn't help but envision him lying in his bed, the gold colored comforter over his lean form. I wonder is he sleeps naked?
I tried to wipe the delicious image from my mind. "Well you know why that is, don't you?" I asked.
"What? No, well, uh..." he sounded confused.
"It's all the sugar, Edward. It's a miracle we haven't descended into a full-blown diabetic coma from the amount of sugar we consumed," I laughed. "Maybe it was balanced out by the caffeine in the Coke!"
He laughed as well. "Yeah, it's all the sugar that has me wired, that and..." he stopped mid-sentence.
"And?" I queried.
"Um, nothing...we can talk about it tomorrow." His voice sounded odd.
"Yes. I'm looking forward to helping you with the script!"
"Um, yeah, the script." He sighed.
I pulled the sheet up over my shoulder and lay on my side. His voice was making me feel all snug and cozy. "What's the film about?"
"It's a period drama. It's an adaption from a novel. It's being directed by Liam Berty."
"Liam Berty? He directed that vampire movie, didn't he? The one that won like fifty Oscars?" I gushed.
He laughed. "Yes, he did, but the movie won three Oscars, not fifty."
"I recall it won Best Director and one for Best Adapted Screenplay, yes?"
"Yes, and the other was for Best Original Score," he added.
"So, will you have an opportunity to compose something for this new film?"
"I hadn't really thought about it. I doubt it. I mean, I'm not even a sure thing for the lead; I'll just have to wait and see."
"Have you been thinking about your other composition?" I asked him.
"No, I haven't. The junket will be taking up my whole weekend, so maybe when I get back, I can work on it. Oh, and speaking of music; I'm enjoying your compilation." His voice was soft.
"You're listening to it now?" My heart rate spluttered, and I could feel my face burning.
"Yes," he breathed. "I thought it would help me relax."
"It's obviously not working," I observed.
"Well, it's soothing at least."
I tried to stifle it, but he heard my huge yawn.
He sighed. "You should sleep. I'll try as well."
"I'll see you in the bar tomorrow night." I smiled to myself. I couldn't wait.
"Um, yeah...OK. See you tomorrow. Goodnight, Bella. Sweet dreams."
"Goodnight Edward."
~~Edward~~
Fuck! She thinks we're going to read the script in the bar? Well, I didn't say I wanted her to come to my room. I suppose it would be a bit forward for me to just expect her to be alone with me in my suite. Oh God. I lay in bed and imagined Bella lying in bed, somewhere twenty-six levels below me.
Below me, under me... shit!
I imagined Bella underneath me, while I slowly and sensuously made love to her, the sensation of her warm soft body. God imagine the electrical buzz we'd feel if we were touching intimately, skin-to-skin.
I listened to the song that was playing; a song that she had selected for me to hear. I closed my eyes.
Damn it all! If those women hadn't been in the bar, I could be making out with Bella right now, here in my bed, listening to her playlist, as I touched her and kissed every soft inch of her glorious body.
Fuck, I can't stand it. My thoughts brought me to a dire, but sweet, torment; I lowered my hand to palm myself through my cotton boxers. I stroked slowly as I thought of her, sitting in the bar, the smell of her perfume and hair. I had to relieve this tension.
I slipped my hand inside my boxers. I thought about how I caressed her hand as she sat by me in our booth. Then I imagined it was her touching, pushing against my straining erection. I imagined Bella biting her lip as she tentatively slid her warm hand up and down the bulge in my jeans. She would alternate between staring into my eyes and then staring at my hand as I guided her.
And then my imaginary Bella unzipped me and dipped her hand inside to slowly stroke me. I dared myself to imagine Bella slowly lowering her head down to wrap her gorgeous lips around me and take me fully into her mouth.
Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!
"Belllll-lllahhhhh, ugh!" I exploded all over my stomach as I thought of her mouth on me, as she swallowed my essence, body and soul.
My breathing was ragged from the self-induced orgasm as I stumbled into the bathroom to clean myself up.
I was only marginally more relaxed. I couldn't stop thinking about Bella, obsessing about seeing her, getting her alone. How can I get her to my room without making her feel uncomfortable? There was no way I was risking those women accosting me in the bar again.
My mind started trying to come up with options. We can have pizza in my room, a bottle of wine? Friends did that didn't they? I mean, she had agreed to help me; we'd be reading, and it would be more comfortable in my suite on the leather sofa.
I know, I'll have the concierge send up Liam Berty's last film; the one Bella mentioned that won the Oscars. Film research. There's no television in the bar!
Yes! That would work perfectly. Pizza, wine, a movie, reading a script, telling her that I'm in love with her and kissing her!
I fucking can't wait until tomorrow.
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A/N: So, those damn cougars spoiled Edward's plans, but I think it's better that they will be alone, in his room, yes?
Thanks go to CandyTwi and LadyZoe for their assistance with this chapter! You both inspire me daily!
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