Chapter six
Three weeks later, as they got closer to October, Edward won the case and the whole sixteenth floor celebrated for a whole day, Phil being generous and buying everyone champagne and cake. There were people everywhere and everyone was slightly tipsy, much to Bella's delight. She herself took it easy, afraid that if she got even as much as tipsy, she would lose all her inhibitions around Edward, who looked smart, sexy and handsome in a dark grey suit with a matching west over a black shirt, open at the throat and no tie.
Sherry, the happy, optimistic girl from the first day didn't handle the alcohol and the sugar that great. Being the queen of gossip in the whole building, never intending on hurting anyone as she spread the words around, spewed out information about everyone, though mostly those located on the floors underneath them.
"Come with me," Bella stiffened as she felt Edward's warm breath fan over the exposed skin of her neck.
"Why?"
"Because I want to talk with you," she could hear his smile in his voice and she knew there wouldn't be much talking if she went with him.
"Edward!" she sighed in relief as Phil walked over to them, "Lee would like to know how the hell you managed to knock Johnson down of his pedestal," Phil laughed as he downed the rest of his champagne.
"I would love to tell him," Edward laughed and Bella understood that she was missing a joke somewhere, "But I was just asking Bella to have a few words with her."
"Kid, you heard him: your boss wants to talk with you so you better do as he say," Phil smiled and walked away from them, getting his glass refilled.
"Come," without protest, she followed Edward back to his office and she didn't ask questions as he locked the door behind them. The only sound able to escape her mouth was a moan as he pressed her up against the wall and kissed her hard, grounding his very hard dick against her through the thin fabric of her favorite skirt: a high waist skirt, dark blue with three silver buttons on the side where the sipper was.
"People can hear us," Bella breathed when he moved away from her to shed his jacket and attack her blouse.
"The room is soundproof: no one will ever find out," he smirked as he pulled her skirt up, bunching it up around her waist before roughly removing her lace panties: perfectly matching dark blue, making her skin look like porcelain.
There was nothing soft about the sex. It was hard and rough up against the door. Edward grunted as Bella moaned, the sound of skin against skin filling the room, mixing with their moans and grunts.
And Edward dominated the whole act, telling Bella to lift her arms over her head, lifting a leg and wrap it around his waist and commanding her to come, which she did as soon as he pinched her clit.
"You're coming out for dinner with me tonight," Edward informed her as he pulled his pants back after cleaning himself off.
"Why?" Bella wondered as she straightened her bra and blouse, her lower half still exposed, her pussy glistening with her own juices.
"Because we're going to celebrate," Edward said as he buttoned up his shirt. "I have a bathroom through that door," he pointed to a door Bella never noticed during her seven weeks as his assistant.
"Who else will be celebrating your big win?" Bella called through the door as she picked up a clean washcloth from next to the sink and started to clean herself up.
"Just those who worked on case," Bella's head started to work overtime as she tried to remember who else that had worked on the case.
"Was there anyone else than the two of us who worked on it?" Bella called through the door as she pulled her skirt down, her panties gone, and straightened up her hair before leaving the luxury bathroom hidden in Edward's office.
"Just the two of us," Edward smiled as Bella grimaced.
"So this is a date?"
"I don't date," the way Edward's smile disappeared from his face made something inside of Bella clench: did she want to date Edward? Was that what the clenching meant?
"Fine, when should I be ready?"
*** C R S ***
At six, Bella was rushing around in her apartment, trying to find her other shoe, the other half of a black patent leather peep-toe pumps set, the right ones for the black, backless dress she had decided on wearing.
The skin tight dress had always made her feel beautiful and she figured that since Edward hadn't minded it the first night when they met and fucked, she figured it would be a safe choice. Besides, she didn't have any other dresses, only skirts meant for the office.
Under her couch, among a few dust bunnies telling her that it's time to clean, she found the other shoe, just in time to hear her phone ring in her clutch by the door.
"Hello," she breathed in to the phone after rushing over, trying to put the other shoe on in the process.
"I'm downstairs," the call was curt and straight to the point and before Bella could answer him, Edward hung up.
"Do you like sushi?" he asked when she closed the car door behind herself.
"Never tried it," Bella admitted, waiting for him to laugh at her.
"How can you not have tried sushi before? Have you been living under a rock?"
"No, the thought of eating raw fish have never appealed to me but I can't help but find it looking rather good. I think I will like it."
"Well, you're in for a treat," Edward promised and he was right.
He brought her to a very tasteful and expensive sushi restaurant, everything polished, gleaming in the soft lightning of the place, plush cushions covering the seats of the chairs, heavy silk draping the tables and Asian art adorning the walls.
"Nice place," Bella commented as they were led to the back of the restaurant, away from the other guests.
"Not as nice as your dress," Edward smirked as he pulled the chair out for her, "Tell, didn't you wear that when we first met four months ago?"
"It's my date dress," Bella said with a small smile, remembering the many dates she had had with Alice and Rose, getting drunk and silly before regretting drinking too much the day after, wishing for death to come and get her while curling around a bucket or a toilet.
"This isn't a date," Edward reminded her, a strange expression on his face, his tone harder.
"And so you've told me and don't worry, I don't want this to be a date," it was a small lie. Ever since she had wanted Edward to collapse on top of her after sex, she had felt a pull towards him, a pull she couldn't quite understand, not sure if she wanted to understand it.
"So, it is your date dress," he started after seating himself, "I'm feeling a little disappointed that you didn't wear something, well, new, something that all the boys from your campus haven't seen and shed from your body."
"I spent my first paycheck on a wardrobe for work that you would approve of. After a day of shopping, there weren't much left for a brand new dress," Bella explained as she lifted up her menu, not quite sure what to look at, "And just so you know, I hadn't had sex in two years when I met you in that bar."
"You're telling me that you never once slept with any of the guys you sold yourself to?" the look on Edward's face told her clearly that he found it hard to believe.
"Sold myself? You make it sound like-"
"You were a prostitute? In every sense, you were: boys paid for your company and sexual favors."
"As I said, I never had sex with anyone. Several tried and believed that since they had paid me, they had the right to have sex with me. I was only there as a last solution date or to make a doubting girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend, jealous."
"Ok then, let's pretend that for tonight, I believe you."
"You don't have much faith in the opposite gender, do you?" Bella asked curiously just as the waiter came to take their drink orders.
"It's a part of my private life and it doesn't concern you," he said casually and Bella knew that from the way he said it, he did in fact have very little faith in the female gender, and Bella wondered how far it stretched. Was it just towards lovers, possible girlfriends and fuck friends, or did it stretch as far as his mother and possible sister and cousins?
"So, what do you recommend?" Bella asked steering the conversation towards another topic.
"Well, I like a little of everything and the spicier it is, the better. My favorite is a wasabi salmon roll but I don't think you should start with that since this is your first time eating sushi. For you, I would recommend a Maki combo with Nigiri.
"Ready to order?" as if the waiter had been listening to them, he appeared at their table as soon their menus hit the table.
"We will have one Maki and Nigiri combo menu, eighteen pieces, one six piece Oshizushi, one six piece Narezushi and a ten piece with everything from the Wasabi menu."
"I can safely presume that you have eaten here more than once?"
Their conversation was light as they waited for their food, never straying towards Bella's earlier job or Edward's lack of trust in the female population.
"What is that?" Bella asked horrified when their food arrived, pointing at the Narezushi Edward had ordered. To her, it looked inedible.
"This is matured sushi, made of fermented fish, placed in a barrel for about six months until all the water in the fish is gone."
"I'm not tasting that," Bella announced quickly as she watched Edward pick up a small piece, offering it to her before placing it in his own mouth, looking rather pleased with the taste.
"It doesn't taste like fermented fish, nothing about the taste screams old and rotten," Edward explained as their waiter came with sake for them.
"Should you drink that? You're driving us remember," Bella reminded him as he poured up two cups for them.
"I have money for a cab, don't worry," Edward smiled, handing her one cup before taking a sip of his own.
"So, what is this?" Bella asked after putting her sake down, pointing at a ball of rice with what seemed to be tuna on top of it.
"That's Nigiri," Edward explained as he picked up another piece of his matured sushi, "It doesn't look like much but there's great taste in the tuna, and dip it in soya: it will bring forth all the flavors."
Bella did as Edward told her and, with great difficulty, used the chopsticks to pick up a piece of the Nigiri and dipped it in soya, dropping it at the first try and splattering soya on the table. After the task of just picking up the piece of sushi, it made its way to her mouth and Bella savored the unexpected taste that filled her mouth.
"Do you like it?" Edward smiled and Bella knew she had a ridicules look on her face as she picked up a roll, a piece of Maki, and chewed it slowly.
When Bella couldn't even think about another piece of rice and raw fish, Edward paid for their dinner, downed the rest of his sake, and led Bella out and hailed a cab.
The sake had made Bella's head slightly blurry and she barely registered when Edward only gave the driver one address: his.
"Why are you taking me back to your place? I would like to go home and get some sleep," Bella muttered as she settled into the seat of the cab.
"Because I'm not done with you yet," he smirked, leaning over her, letting his lips land on the exposed skin of her neck as one hand traveled up and under the skirt of her dress.
"The driver," Bella whispered as his lips against her heated skin sent shivers through her body.
"He won't know," Edward said in a low voice as he pushed his hand further up, connecting with the thin lace of Bella's panties, pushing them aside.
Just then, Bella met the eyes of the driver in the mirror and he gave her a knowing smile and wink, making Bella blush several shades of crimson.
"Stop," she tugged at Edward's hand until he moved away from her and she could breathe out shakily, unable to look at the driver again.
"We're here," Edward announced shortly after and before Bella could comprehend what he was talking about, he had her out of the cab and in the elevator up to his apartment.
Edward's loft was nothing like the small one Bella rented. First of all, Edward owned the place, and the roof of the building. When Bella had first been there, she had been in aw, perplexed and amazed by the whole place, the large windows facing Piers Park, the cozy little kitchen to the left and the large dining table in front of the open view. The high ceiling had given the opportunity to make a small loft in the loft, holding Edward's bedroom and a bathroom, a continuation from the bathroom underneath the wood and steal framed staircase.
The thing Bella loved the most about the whole place was not the view through the large windows from Edward's bedroom, but the bookshelf's that were built around the squared columns that kept the second floor from resting solely on the brick walls. They followed the columns and to get a book from the highest shelf, a ladder was needed.
And then there was the bathroom next to his bedroom… It was masculine, just like Edward, all grey, white and black and oh, the ceiling, pure, clear glass, bathing the room in sunlight on sunny days, and as Edward had explained to her the first time she saw it, because he owned the roof as well, no one could get up there and peek down at those using the bathroom.
"Go to my room and undress," Edward commanded her when they walked through his front door and the look in his eyes told her that there was no room for arguing with him at the moment.
Naked, she stood at the end of the bed and waited for Edward, almost smiling when he came around the corner of the first part of the stairs.
He looked determined and undressed as he walked closer to her, until he was standing naked in front.
"Turn around and put her hands on the railing," his voice was dark and commanding and Bella quickly followed his order, quickly glancing at his bulging muscles and the ink that covered them.
With no warning, Edward entered her with no problems, Bella's pussy slick, glistening with her own juices as she had longed to be filled by Edward's hard and hot cock.
It was hot and it was raw, the way he fucked her against the railing, pushing her hard against the wood again and again, but Bella didn't complain, not even when her legs turned into jelly and she struggled to keep herself upright after Edward thoroughly played with her clit, bringing her to climax.
She came twice before Edward released himself inside her and Bella almost fell to her knees when he pulled out and away from her, the only thing keep her on her feet being the tight grip she had on the railing that went around his room instead of walls.
"I'm not finished with you yet," he whispered in her ear when he reached around her and pried her fingers off the railing.
"How can you go again?" Bella murmured as he led her over to the bed.
"I have stamina," he smirked, squeezing her ass, "Now, get on all fours in the middle of the bed." Bella did as he told her, on shaky legs, and closed her eyes in anticipation when she felt his hands on her hips.
Again, he entered her without problems and Bella wondered if she should have felt ashamed for being so ready for him, but then she felt him at her entrance and every thought she had had, went out the window, especially as he entered her slowly.
She savored the feeling and closed her eyes in satisfaction, a soft humming of pleasure coming from her chest, like when a man growled in anger or pleasure.
"God," Bella moaned when he reached around her and grabbed, yes grabbed, hold of her right breast, pinching the nipple almost painfully, sending her over the edge again while he again played with her clit with his left hand, his trusts relentless.
All her strength disappeared and she crumbled underneath Edward, with him still inside her, but she couldn't care: her body was boneless and she couldn't move. But Edward finished with one last trust, making Bella moan deep from within her stomach, and he exploded inside of her.
For a few minutes, he laid beside her, breathing heavily and again, Bella wanted nothing more than for him to curl around her, tuck her head in the crock of his neck, and pull the covers over them as they fell asleep.
Instead, he rose slowly from the bed and she watched him as he gathered his clothes and put them on the chair next to his closet.
"See you Monday," he threw over his shoulder without looking at her as he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind himself.
Bella stared at him in awe and wondered how the hell she could bring herself to get out his comfortable bed, dress and go back out in the chilling late September air with nothing else but her coat to keep her warm.
Shakily, she rose form the bed and clumsily pulled her panties back on before she struggled back into her dress. She carried her shoes down to the front door before putting them on and wrapped her coat tightly around herself before leaving, praying a cab as soon she was out on the street.
Bella sighed tiredly when the driver stopped in front of her building and she reached for her purse, only to come up empty. Panicked, Bella glanced around the backseat, checked the floor, but her purse wasn't there. Patting the pockets of her coat, Bella fished out her phone and dialed Edward, only to reach voicemail.
"I've lost my purse," Bella said softly to the drier and he narrowed his eyes at her, "But if you follow me up to my apartment, I can find the money. You let the meter running of course!" she explained in a rush and she watched anxiously as the driver thought about it before nodding and grumbling angrily under his breath.
"Thank you," Bella smiled when she gave the driver his money by the car, giving him a little more than what the meter had stopped at. She just hoped that she had forgotten her purse at Edward's and not in the cab they had taken to his place.
Please, stay tuned for chapter seven Friday 6th of March!
I couldn't to post the next chapter as the words are flowing these days.