While Edward was the devil sent from the fiery depths of hell, Kate was an angel sent from the clear heaven above them. She did everything in her power to make sure that Bella would get the hang of the job before the week would end and Kate's last day would arrive.
The small drawer section under the desk so many cheats Bella could use that Bella didn't know when or where she would be able to use them all. Bella's favorite cheat note was a list over all of Edward's current clients. Kate had even gone so far as color coordinating all the files with the names on the list. Behind every name was a tiny square of a color, the same square of color in the left corner on the front of the file.
Everything Kate said was written down and took it all to her heart, growing fond of Kate, wishing she could stay with her forever, or at least until could convince Edward that she was more than just a quick lay whenever he needed it.
Unfortunately, and sadly, Kate's last day came at the end of Bella's first week.
"I've told you everything you need to know about helping Edward run his department of the office," Kate said to Bella as they made their way through the many tables in the small café. "Now it's time for me to give you all the secrets that will make working for Edward a whole lot easier."
"Is there an easy way?" Bella questioned in disbelief as they sat down at a table overlooking
"Ok, so there's not an easy way, but believe it or not, there are ways that will make it all a lot easier."
"Tell me all about it," Bella said with a small smile as she sipped to her hot tea.
"Edward likes to test people, and there's no reason to ask me why because I don't know, but I think it is to make sure that you're reliable," Kate shrugged, wrapping her hands around the mug of coffee in front of her. "Today, before you go home for the weekend, he will tell you to turn up at seven on Monday and you will do that because he's your boss. The thing is, Edward won't be at the office until eight, maybe even eight-thirty."
"Then why should I turn up an hour earlier than him?" Bella demanded to know, cutting Kate off.
"As I said, it's a test of sorts, but I know how you will knock him off his feet. Turn up around six-thirty, or a quarter to seven, and make sure the security guard knows and will inform Edward of your early arrival. Use the hour to get yourself ready for your first day alone with Edward, make the desk yours, organize it and make sure that you know every appointment he has before lunch."
"So I'm supposed to use my first day to impress him?"
"Yes, but your main focus will of course being getting your job done, but if you impress him on Monday, he will see you with a different set of eyes, believe me. Now, a quarter to eight, go down to the deli at the corner and buy a triple cheese bagel you heat in the microwave in the coffee room. Make sure that it's hot when Edward arrives, so make the security guy tip you off when he arrives. Edward loves the triple cheese bagel but he will only allow himself to have one during the week because he likes to be in good shape. You've seen him." And Bella had seen him, so many times she had lost the count only a week into their little agreement.
Before, she had only read about men being as fit like Edward, as muscled as he was. His shoulders were broad and hard, his arms, underneath the ink, corded with muscles that twitched whenever he moved. His hips were narrow, his thighs hard, and just like his arms, corded with muscles: she had felt every inch of him move behind her, pressed against her and above her.
The thoughts of Edward muscled body made Bella slightly flustered and she felt herself grow wet, against her own will, but she knew there were no use denying that she wanted him, that her body responded to him, no matter how much she tried.
"I've seen him," Bella confirmed, trying to keep the huskiness out of her voice as she spoke.
"I learned quickly that by giving Edward his favorite bagel for breakfast on a Monday, the rest of the week wouldn't be so bad. Even though he looks inhuman, he's just like us and has the blues after a weekend. A cup of strong, hot coffee and a bagel and he will purr like kitten, at least as close as a kitten Edward Cullen will ever come, and make your week tolerable."
"Show up early, ally myself with the security guard, triple cheese bagel and strong coffee," Bella summarized.
*** C R S ***
Bella spent the weekend memorizing his calendar for the week and she knew she had blown Edward off his feet when he stared at her after she had given him the full list of his appointments that Monday. She had seen his smirk when he had asked, knowing she didn't have her calendar with her at the moment and the satisfaction of seeing his wide eyes was more than Bella would ever be able to describe.
*** C R S ***
Unfortunately, it didn't take more than three weeks before Bella found herself spreading her legs for Edward again, no matter how hard she had tried to repress all of her feelings and her needs for the man. But, after working so closely with him, having him lean over desk, over her shoulder, watching her with his hawk eyes as she filled in his calendar, or she leaning over his, the sexual tension had built up to the point where she couldn't fight it any longer.
It all happened a Thursday night in the beginning of September when she had to work late with Edward, an important case just coming up where Edward needed every man spared on his team. Unfortunately for Bella, there were several important cases spread across the floor, leaving Bella as the only one left who could devote her time to the case 100%.
When Phil had suggested for Edward that he could use Bella, he had frowned at the idea, clearly not liking it, he had warmed to the idea when he realized that he needed all the help he could get, even if it was from the overwhelmed Bella: there was so much to do and so little time to get it all done.
That Thursday night, as seconds grew into minutes and minutes grew into hours, Bella found her mind swimming with all the information she had been taking in, information she couldn't even begin to process. As she sat hunched over her desk, which was flooded with files and papers, she found herself wishing she had taken the waitressing job she had offered at first. However, when she remembered that the job wouldn't pay half of what she earned being Edward's assistant, the thought was gone before she could even comprehend what she was thinking.
"Are you finished with the May-file?" Edward called from his office, the sound of his loud voice making Bella jump in her seat.
"Almost!" she called back and quickly turned her attention back to the file she was working on, but the longer she looked at it, the harder it became to focus.
"You need coffee," Bella jumped in her seat again when Edward's voice reached her ears, though from right behind her.
"You scared the shit out of me," she breathed when she noticed how close he was leaning in on her.
"Didn't mean to," he smirked when her cheeks reddened.
"I think you did," she breathed again, unable to speak properly.
"Maybe I did: you were so consumed in the file that I believe a horde of elephants could have run through the office without you noticing."
"Just being thorough," Bella defended with pride, forcing herself to move away from Edward, not trusting herself with him so close.
"Good," he smiled, leaning against her desk, "Now, are you finished with it?"
"Almost," Bella shut it and handed it over to Edward, "But I think you should take a look at it to make sure I haven't missed anything."
"I'm sure you haven't missed anything, but I will have a look at it," Edward nodded, moving away from her desk, "Make sure all the files are in alphabetic order and leave them at my desk. When you've done that, you can leave for the night."
"Thank you," Bella smiled, stifling a yawn as soon he was back in his office.
To sort the files in alphabetic order wasn't so bad, or at least it wouldn't have been that bad if the files simply was A-B-C-D and so on. Unfortunately, the files had numbers on them too, like A.1-A.2 and so on. The alphabetizing of the files took time and by the time she was done, Bella's judgment was frazzled, if existing at all, and all she wanted to do was to go home and sleep in her still wonderful bed.
Unless something better came along…
"I think you need coffee as well," Bella said softly to Edward as she placed the pile of files in the chair in front of his desk, making Edward look up from the file he was currently working on, his eyes bloodshot, and heavy, just like hers.
"I need something much stronger than caffeine," he said as he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes.
"Tell me if there's anything I can do," Bella said softly before retreating from his office.
"Come in here!" he called mere seconds later and Bella quickly turned on her heel.
"What is it?"
"Come here," he pointed to the spot in front of him, a determined look on his face.
Bella knew it was a really bad idea to do as he said but his dominate side made things happen to her body she couldn't explain.
"Bella," the tone of his voice made her move and she found herself looking down at him as his hands came to her thighs, stroking slowly up and down, and sending electricity through her body despite the woolen fabric of her pants.
"What are you doing?" Bella whispered as she tried to keep her eyes open from the pleasure.
"Having something that's a lot stronger than coffee," he murmured seductively as his hands came to rest on her ass, pulling her closer until his face was aligned with her stomach.
With a sexy glint in his eyes, he looked up at her as he pulled the zipper down, seductively and painfully slow: the longer his green eyes lingered on her, the more turned on she felt by him.
"I can feel the warmth coming from you," he murmured as he nuzzled his nose against the pale flesh of her stomach he had just bared, going lower until she felt him against her slit, the tip of his nose.
"Oh God," she moaned, her head falling back as she felt the tip of his tongue connect with her silk clad pussy.
"So, Bella," she loved the way her name rolled off his tongue, "Do you want to come on my tongue, fingers or cock?" as he moved the fabric of her panties away and licked her wet slit, Bella found herself unable to speak and she only nodded, not really giving him an answer.
Before she knew it, she found herself staring at the ceiling of Edward's office as she laid on his desk, all her clothes but her bra, which was pulled down to just under her breasts, pushing them almost painfully up.
With a swift push, Edward was inside of her and Bella heard a loud moan filling the room, unaware it was she herself who moaned so loudly.
"More," she heard herself demanding, "Harder!" and Edward complied, his thrust becoming harder and faster, giving her more just like she wanted.
The orgasm she had earned since she had started to work for Edward four weeks earlier, came crashing over her, hard, a chocking moan escaping her mouth as she arched off the desk, her knuckles going white as she gripped the edge of the desk tightly.
She could feel Edward explode inside of her and before she could stop the thought of entering her mind, she wished he would collapse on top of her, let her cradle his head against her chest as they caught their breath.
But she was just a quick fuck, a way for him to release built up tension, and, on top of it all, she was his assistant, personal, which in her mind didn't include sex, and professionally.
"That will keep me going for a few more hours," Edward smirked as he pulled his white shirt back on, covering up all of his delicious tattoos and Bella felt suddenly very exposed lying in nothing but her bra on his desk, sweaty, his semen running down her thighs.
"Glad I could help," she murmured tiredly, and surprised, as she sat up and started to look for her clothes, locating her panties hanging from a large plant to the right of the desk.
"I told I would get you underneath me again," Edward bragged as he picked her clothes up and handed them to her.
"It won't happen again because this was a mistake," Bella informed her as she pulled her high waist pants up and buttoned them.
"I don't see how it can be a mistake when we both enjoyed it," Edward smiled, emphasizing his words by stroking up the still naked skin of her upper body and cupping her right breasts, pinching his nipple, which pebbled underneath his touch.
"My body might answer to your touch," Bella started, pulling her bra up as she tried to make some distance between them, "But I'm your assistant, which makes this wrong."
"Why stop doing something wrong when it feels so right?" Edward questioned, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
"Unless you need me for anything else, I'll be heading home now," she didn't leave Edward much room to speak before she rushed out of his office, grabbing her purse and jacket by her desk before rushing into the elevator.
*** C R S ***
Her tiny loft had become her new love and it was tiny as in tiny. It was a typical loft in a big city with a few large windows in what could only be called the living area of the apartment, overlooking the better parts of the rather shifty neighborhood. There were a few fucking tiny windows that overlooked the parts of the neighborhood no one wanted to admit existed. Exposed brick walls gave the room an industrial feeling, a feeling Bella didn't care much for in her own home, and there were only a few walls in the whole room, the walls that made out her small bathroom.
With the salary from Dwyer, Holland & Lee, she had been able to afford the place but just, and there were no chance in hell that she could afford spending money renewing her wardrobe just because Edward had been dropping hints since her first day that skirts would be more practical, for him.
Heading straight for the shower, Bella couldn't get the great desk-sex out of her head, or the thought of wanting Edward to collapse on top of her. She could feel her body respond to him just by the thought of him, yet she couldn't find herself to give in to him and become his little stress ball.
As the warm water cascaded over her naked body, washing away the evidence of her sex with Edward, Bella realized that she was being kind of a hypocrite to herself: she had sold herself to almost every boy on campus over the years, giving them what they wanted. Now she was refusing a man who was just like the boys on campus, asking her for something he needed, and she was refusing because she thought she had to protect her own reputation: no one needed to know what happened behind Edward's closed office doors.
And she needed it as well… Over the summer, she had become addicted to the orgasms Edward were able to give her, addicted to his dominated side in bed, his dominated side everywhere. However, the question remained: could she fuck her boss?
"I've already done it," Bella muttered to herself as she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, drying herself.
She was just pulling on a pair of pajama bottoms and a shaggy t-shirt, when her phone rang and Edward's name flashed largely over the screen.
"What?" she asked, not bothering saying 'hello' or being nice at all: she was tired.
"I need you back at the office," Edward's voice wasn't kind either as he demanded for her to come as quickly as possible.
"I've just gotten out of the shower and its half past eight," Bella sighed tiredly into the phone.
"And I found several errors in the file you worked on, errors that can only help us loose the case and with it, more money than you can count!" ashen, Bella pulled down her bottoms and grabbed the first pair of pants in the pile of clean clothes: a pair of sweats.
In less than thirty minutes, Bella found herself back in the office, on the eighteenth floor, dressed far from appropriate for the office. She had thrown her blue trench coat over her shaggy t-shirt, her red Converse and green sweats making her look like one of those people who couldn't care about what people thought about them. Her hair was piled on top of her head in the messiest bun of all time, tendrils of curly hair falling out of the elastic.
"I'm here, what did I do wrong?" Bella announced, entering Edward's office without knocking and stopping mid-step.
There, on his very comfortable leather couch, sat Edward, his shirt gone, leaving him in only his undershirt. His hair was all over the place and he was wearing black rimmed glasses, and to top it all off, leaning forward on his knees, the muscles of his arms bulging, and chewing a pen.
"Well, close that mouth and get over here so we can look over the mess you created." Again, the color drained from Bella's face as she joined Edward on the couch: if she had messed up, by the time the case was over and finished, she would be without a job.
Four hours and seven cups of coffee later, all full of caffeine, Edward announced that they had managed to straighten up Bella's little mess. It wasn't big but it would have been a big deal if Edward hadn't found it and brought it into the court room: it would have cost him the case and Bella her job.
"I'm sorry about making such a mess out of, well, nothing: if I had focused on the task at hand instead, I could have been in bed now, sleeping."
"Anyone can mess up sometimes, Bella," Edward explained as they gathered all the papers and made sure that all the files were in alphabetic order, "I've been working here since I graduated, as the mail boy on fourteenth to seventeenth floor, and I mixed up so many important letters and telegrams. I still can't understand why Phil never fired me."
"They were letters, they eventually arrived at the right desk. I'm the assistant forced to do things that weren't in the job advertisement."
"Don't make it sound worse than it was," Edward laughed as he pulled on his jacket and motioned for Bella to walked before him, "By the way, interesting choice of clothing."
"I had just gotten in my pajamas when you called and made it sound as if it was about life and death, so I just threw something on and hurried over."
"Well, I appreciate that you did and honestly, I wasn't expecting you to come back at all. When Kate worked for me, she refused to do anything after eight hours, even though she was my personal assistant."
"Maybe I have something to learn from Kate," Bella mussed teasingly and almost laughed when Edward narrowed his eyes, "Kidding. I'm taking this job seriously so unless you're a horrible boss, a real dickhead, I will come when call."
The smirk on Edward's face made Bella aware of her choice of words and she laughed with him as the elevator arrived and they rode down to the first floor.
"What happened earlier, in your office and on your desk, that won't happen again," Bella said for, hopefully the last time, as their ways parted.
"If you say so," Edward smiled.
My computer came back Tuesday and the IT guy who helped me said they had been able to save some of what had been on the computer, but barely nothing. He was so wrong! They managed to save everything of importance to me! And that means the full script of The Side-job and the other story I was working on before the computer crashed.
Though, this is not the original chapter 5, since I had to merge it with the new chapter four I gave you last week. 85% of though, is the real thing folks!
Expect chapter six Friday 6th of March!
I'm in HEAVEN!