A/N Here we are again...I really hope this doesn't disappoint. lol. Praises be to Mynxi for beta'ing this smuttastic little fic of mine, oh the things that come from horny women on Twitter dies Smut...smut...and, you know...smut. Enjoy...

I woke up the next morning, feeling stodgy and fuzzy. I didn't bother to think of anything from the night before, as I trudged to the bathroom to do my business. I noticed the blinking light on my answer machine on the way to the kitchen. I pressed the button and listened to the automated voice tell me that I had one new message. That was when I started thinking about the night before; I was just trying to get past the fuzz of whether or not I actually mailed the damn job application when the message began to play. It was from the doctor's surgery center, asking me to call them as soon as possible.

That was when everything slammed back into clear, HD, Technicolor and the visit to the station house flooded my mind and my senses. Holy shit, did that really happen? I stood frozen, trying to pick between truth and alcohol fabricated fantasies. What it came down to was; did I have the job, did they really sandwich me between them and did their eyes actually change colour? Because that last one should scare the shit out of me, not make me clench and sweat and pant. That had to be my alcohol befuddled mind playing tricks with me. People's eyes don't just turn black like that. Right?

Thinking of the voice mail again, I tried to figure out what they might want, it was my day off, so I was really hoping that they weren't going to ask me to come in and cover for Lauren. Again. That girl had the work ethic of an over tired toddler. I decided that I needed to revive myself before calling anyone, so I trudged straight to the bathroom to shower. I climbed straight in, not having any need to strip after my BOB palooza, that I treated myself to before I slept. The shower was warm and inviting, waking me up and soothing my aching thighs, helping to wash away the stress I had been feeling. By the time I was out, I felt like a new woman, invigorated and ready for the day. Well, at least I would be after my coffee.

Dressing warmly I grabbed my coat and keys before heading out of my apartment to pick up a mocha from the coffee shop across the street. And as a treat to myself, I also picked some pastries for breakfast. I got on the phone as soon as I made it back, holding it between my ear and shoulder, as I hung my coat up, and waiting for someone to answer.

"Dr Gerandy's Office, how can I help you?" Lauren's nasal voice assaulted my ears; she sounded completely disinterested, and was most likely reading Cosmo or the like while she was working. As I said, work ethic of a toddler, I truly wouldn't be surprised if I went in one day to find her with a colouring book and crayons at the ready.

"Morning, Lauren, its Bella. I had a message left on my machine to call thi-"

"Bella," she snapped, or more like spat down the phone. Lauren and I had never got along, but she had never been this hostile before.

"Yeah, Gerandy wants to speak to you, like, yesterday! He's been giving me shit all morning to get hold of you, as if I am the holder of your alarm clock or some shit. As if, like, I give a shit. Honestly, I don't care if you've got another job to go to. I don't care if you've somehow managed to wheedle your way into what was going to be my job, they must be scraping the barrel to employ you."

I made sure to give the phone the bird before answering, I didn't care that she wouldn't see it, it simply made me feel better.

"Lauren! First of all, shut the hell up, unless I ask you a direct question. Second of all...how do you know about the job?" I more or less shouted. At least I know now that there is a job. I should really stop drinking.

She huffed, "Mr. Cullen, that would be Mr. Carlisle Cullen, called this morning to speak with Gerandy. Got him to wave your notice, so you can start your new job ASAP."

Ok, so my eyebrows were now in my hair. "Mr. Cullen did what?"

"I'm not repeating myself to you, I already have to do your job now. As if you've ever done anything for me."

I rolled my eyes, picturing her getting eaten by the photocopier or maybe the fax machine. No...The shredder would work best!

"Put me through to Dr Gerandy please, Lauren. And just remember all those times, that I covered for you, when you were...unavailable." In other words when she had been spreading her legs for the delivery guys or the sandwich guys. It didn't seem to matter to Lauren who she spread her legs for.

She didn't say anything else to me, the line went silent for a second before it rang a couple of times, and eventually the weathered voice of Dr Gerandy answered. He sounded tired and worried. I hated to think that it might be because of me.

"Hello, Doctor, I got the message to call you," I said quietly and carefully. I hadn't even mentioned that I was looking for another job. I couldn't rightly say that I was following my libido and some weird pull that I was feeling, towards a bunch of hot as hell fire fighters. Not to mention the tid bit where I was interviewed while intoxicated and almost had sex with two of the six night crew. I fought to get the lascivious smirk off my face.

"Oh, Bella. I have been wanting to speak with you all day. I got an interesting phone call from Carlisle Cullen, over at the fire station. He tells me that he has offered you the secretarial position over there." I tried to say something but he carried on regardless. "He and I had a lengthy conversation this morning and I have agreed to wave your obligation to work your two weeks' notice. Although I am sad to lose you, Bella, this is a good opportunity. But tell me, were you unhappy here?"

I sighed, scrunching my eyes closed and rubbing my forehead. I hated that I was letting him down.

"No, I was happy there, Doctor, truly I was." I grabbed onto what he had said about it being a good opportunity, no idea why it was, but I wasn't going to argue right at that moment. "This is, like you say, a great opportunity for me. But I am more than prepared to work the notice; I never planned on leaving you in the lurch." I wanted to make that clear. I felt so guilty that he would be left with Lauren to look after the practice. That girl couldn't organise a party in a brewery.

Again, I was not going to tell him that my lady bits were ruling my career decisions at the moment. Nope, that really wouldn't go down very well. Also there was the fact that I was in complete shock at what Carlisle had gone and done. Getting me out of having to work my notice? It made no sense, why would they want me to work there so badly. I mean, they offered me the job after looking over my application, no interview process, nothing. It made no sense whatsoever.

"I know that, Bella. Please do not worry, two weeks really does not make that much of a difference. I want to wish you luck in your new job. I am sure I will see you at some point," he chuckled. I rolled my eyes at his joking over my frequent visits to the doctor. Yeah, I'm clumsy, it's hereditary or something, deal with it.

"Thank you, Doctor, really."

We said our goodbyes and I was left sitting at the kitchen table completely and utterly flabbergasted. I also had a meeting at the station house this evening to hash out the details of my new job. This meant I would have to be in their presence, again. In the office...with them. Again. No, I will be sober this time, that'll make all the difference. I screamed at the ceiling in frustration, how the hell was I supposed to get through this? But for the life of me I couldn't even conceive of not going.

I sipped my coffee, staring at the wall, replaying everything that I could remember about last night. The more I thought about it, the more vivid it became. I could remember their scents, their coldness. Their eyes...I had vivid memories of them with black eyes. And Jasper? I watched his change colour, as I stood there. Plus, he growled, like full on animalistic growl. That can't be right. None of this is right. So why the hell am I making my way into the bedroom, to pick what I want to wear this evening?

Because my pussy is purring and wants attention.

Did I seriously just think that? Why yes, yes I did. Entry for one at the funny farm please.

Within minutes I had all of my work clothes out on my bed. I grew more despondent as each and every one of them, looked even dowdier than the next. Frumpy, unflattering, practical office wear. Blah. Even my underwear was practical. I had one matching set that was sexy and it had been bought for me by an ex boyfriend, who I had never had any inclination to wear it for. There was a reason why he was an ex. Pencil dick.

I threw my hands up in frustration and glared at my clothes, willing them to morph into something more flattering. Then jumped half a mile when a cacophony of thumps and shouts started at the door.

"Shit!" I gasped, trying to calm my nerves as I went to open it. I knew who it was; their high pitched squeals gave them away. But still, shitting hell, do they have to be so damn loud? I was immeasurably glad that they had come now, instead of when I had just woken up. I might be up on double homicide charges right now, if that had been the case. I flung open the door, keeping a good hold on my robe as I did so, and there began Hurricane Angessica.

They flew in, all squeals and excitement, yabbering on about this that and the other. I was herded back into the bedroom, where they set about throwing my clothes on the floor and plonking bags all over my bed. I stood there in shock, still unable to discern what the hell they were saying, because at this point, only dogs would be able to understand. Finally, they stood there silently, grinning at me like two fools at court, and apparently awaiting my reaction to whatever the hell it was that they had been saying.

I laughed uncomfortably. "Alright girls, start again because I barely heard a word you two just squealed. What are you doing here? And what are all of those?" I asked, pointing to the bags.

They sighed and rolled their eyes in tandem before Angela piped up and began the explanation, "We heard that you'd be starting at the hottie house tonight."

"And we know how drab your work wardrobe is," Jessica carried on.

"And how hot the hotties are at the hottie house," Angela said.

"And you're the same size as me," Jessica said.

"So we went on a shopping trip in your honour and bought many, many sexy ass secretary outfits for you to wear," Angela said, grinning and bouncing on her heels.

"That way, you can be hot secretary instead of granny secretary and have all the hotties at the hottie house all over your hot secretary ass!" Jessica finished, leaving them both beaming at their apparent genius.

My mouth was open, my eyebrows were straining in their new found height and I was pretty damn speechless. Normally, I would hate people buying things for me, but this was as if they had read my mind. I struggled for words before giving up and just pulling them both into a tight hug, that ended with the three of us jumping up and down like school girls. Even I joined in on the squeal fest. Eventually, we calmed down and got down to business. The business being a bunch of high waisted pencil skirts, blouses and high heels. I was going to look like a porn queen secretary.

It was terribly naughty.

I liked it.

The girls didn't let me leave till they had me dressed in a dark grey, almost black pencil skirt, wide black belt, and a purple silk blouse that billowed slightly, and wasn't considered low cut unless I bent forward. Which I was planning on doing. A lot. I was also sporting pantyhose and black, high heeled pumps. I just hope I don't fall over.

I drew the line at fake glasses and my hair being quaffed to within an inch of its life, it's one thing going in there dressed like this, it's quite another going in there with the porn hair idea that Jessica was trying to sell me. So I pulled it into a medium pony tail, made my make up light and headed out the door to a chorus of 'we will be waiting' and 'we want all the deets!'

My nerves getting the better of me, I smiled half heartedly and waved as I walked towards the station house. The doors were open as usual, the guys sitting around the card table again, as I walked up. They all turned towards me as I walked over the threshold. Carlisle stood and walked over to me, smiling and sending my body into overdrive. Maybe Dr. Gerandy can prescribe me something?

"Bella, it's good to see you again, if you would like to follow me there are some things that need to be done before we can start," he said, taking my hand and leading me to the office. I stole a glance at the other men, and they were all staring at me, watching me. Looking at my ass. I may have given it a little extra wiggle.

I swear I heard growls.

I know I liked it.

God, when did I become such a wanton hussy?

Carlisle bade me sit in the same chair as the night before, he took his seat across from me, again. Still smiling, still looking unfairly gorgeous, and still sporting golden eyes for the moment. He stood again, coming back over to me, I froze not knowing what he was doing.

"I'm sorry, it was terribly rude of me; please allow me to take your coat?"

I blushed, of course I fucking blushed, what the hell else do I do around these people? Standing quickly, I allowed him to take my coat from my shoulders, smirking when I heard his sharp intake of breath and then shuddered when his expelled gasp tickled over my shoulders. He stayed silent as he took the coat and hung it from some hooks by the door. I watched him all the while, taking in the subtle movements of his muscles, how they rippled beneath his shirt. He was so precise, so graceful, and his fingers were so long, it was difficult to take my eyes off of him.

He turned, catching me staring, and I couldn't hold back my surprise and a little spike of fear when I saw that his eyes had blackened. Tonight there was no alcohol involved. I'm as sober as a judge, there's no mistaking it this time. I turned to face him as he walked towards me, well more like stalked. His movements were deft, precise, and he was aiming for me. I swallowed thickly, backing away as he came forward; my ass hit the desk just as he reached the chair and forcefully pushed it aside, not once taking his eyes from mine.

My hands were behind me, steadying me against the edge of the desk, Carlisle now loomed over me, so tall, so sexy, and so predatory. One of his hands came up and cupped my cheeked, caressing me with its silken softness, his thumb running the line of my cheekbone before moving further down and running over my bottom lip. My mouth parted in shock, in arousal, hell in just wanting to taste him, and I delicately licked his finger. I had never felt so bold, so empowered, yet at the same time completely at his mercy.

"So beautiful," he whispered, the words were nothing but a breath against my skin, "We have waited so long for you to come to us, Bella. So very long."

I frowned, confused, "I don't..."

He smiled and shook his head. "Shh, my love, all in good time. For now, I would like to taste you, to kiss you."

I had barely nodded when his lips descended, claiming mine gently, almost tentatively at first, before he groaned and pulled me to him. One hand slid into my hair, curling into a fist and holding me to him. As if I would move away. His other hand took position at the base of my back, keeping me flush with his body, with his hardness. His tongue parted my lips, explored my mouth, he was so very cold but it ignited a heat within me that I had never experienced before. It didn't matter that he was supposed to be my boss, didn't matter that this was quick or sudden. All that mattered was that he doesn't stop.

I clutched at him, his shoulders, his neck, his shirt, and eventually his hair. I relished in running my fingers through the softness of his blonde hair, ruining the neatness that it had been moments before. I groaned and moaned, each one swallowed by him, taken by him, forced by him.

Then, my ass hit the desk, next my back, and quickly I was laid prone before him, as he stood there breathing deeply, taking me in. His cold hand came down upon my throat, light caresses that felt like shocks through my system. His fingers made a trail down and between the valley of my breasts, making a sudden movement down and leaving me gasping and confused when I realised that he had cleaved my blouse in two, as well as my bra.

I was exposed, my breasts heaving and pebbling beneath his gaze and teasing touches. His fingers ghosted around my peaks, round and round in ever decreasing circles, torturing me, making me cry out for more.

Oh god, please, please give me more!

Perfectly synchronised, his fingers pinched and teased at my nipples, sending me into a frenzy of need; I writhed on the hard wooden surface of the desk. He leaned down, licking and sucking at my neck, growling as his teeth grazed my skin, then kissing his way down so that his lips joined his hands and his cool, cool tongue swept across my areola, and then my nub. When he took my nipple into his mouth I cried out, arching up from the desk needing more, needing him closer to me. As his lips took their time at my breasts his hands went lower still and I heard the distinct sound of shredding cloth. Cool air hit my thighs and he parted them, my skirt in god knows how many pieces at my sides. His fingers found their way to my underwear, tearing it away as though it offended him, and he felt my sex, my heat, my wetness.

He bit down on my nipple and began to suck at the same time he plunged two fingers into me, so deep, so sure, so strong, and so...so...good. I screamed, first in pain and shock from the bite, then in pleasure at everything he was doing to me. One last swipe at my breast and he brought his mouth back to mine, still moving his fingers, curving them slightly in order to gain access to my clit and then again as he pressed up and set me on fire as my climax built suddenly and spilled over, filling me with tremors and euphoria.

"So beautiful," he murmured, against my lips. "So perfect."

And then he was inside me, completely and utterly, I hadn't even seen him strip. He was so very hard, pumping and thrusting, his pelvis rolling against my clit, moving so deep within me that he was hitting my cervix and sending wave after wave of pleasure spanning out from my sex.

I opened my eyes, not remembering when I had closed them and watched Carlisle as he watched me, seeing the strain in his shoulders and the tautness of his chest. He was unreal. Gripping my hips he pulled back to stand up straight, holding me higher from the desk as he fucked me, spreading my legs and going impossibly deeper. I couldn't speak, I could barely breath as I watched him moving inside me, disappearing only to reappear again and again, slick and glistening with my juices. His thumb came down as he began to move faster, circled my clit as his growls got louder and I arched my back, my head hitting the desk with a bang, while I came closer and closer. So close. Faster, he moved faster and harder, both inside me and out. There was no distinguishing between my breaths and moans, all seemingly one in the same, no air expelled without sounding out the pleasure coursing through me. My eyes squeezed shut and I cried out as I came again, so hard and for so long, my whole body seemingly spasming as it rippled with bliss.

I felt him twitch, I felt him swell within me before he shouted out, roared almost and he came inside me. I felt it, all of it. It was beyond amazing. He grabbed me, pulling me to him, his face at my neck, his mouth opening and then closing, biting down and then sucking. He thrust deep and hard once more, everything about the situation bringing on another orgasm, lessening the pain of his teeth and making it pleasurable. Memorable.

I grew tired, slumped against him as he pulled back with my blood on his mouth. I watched, confused and still high from my release as he brought his wrist to his mouth and bit down, drawing his own blood and holding it to my mouth. I wanted to protest, I wanted explanations, but as soon as his blood hit my lips I couldn't help myself. My lips clamped down around the wound and I sucked, taking in the slightly salty, but mostly sweet liquid. It was warm, surprisingly; warm, delicious, and invigorating. I pulled back, unable to take any more, falling backwards and the only thing holding me up was Carlisle as he licked at his wound, closing it quicker than should have been possible.

"Vampire," I whispered.

"Yes, my love." He kissed me, my blood still on his lips. I couldn't find it within myself to be disgusted as I eagerly kissed him back.

My high faded and I felt so very tired.

"Sleep, my sweet Bella, sleep and know that you are safe," Carlisle purred, smoothing my hair and clothes back into place as best he could, before wrapping me in my coat and picking me up, carrying me out of the door.

I awoke disorientated, in the front seat of a car. I looked towards the driver's side to find Carlisle smiling back at me. We pulled up to my apartment and sirens blaring with people shouting all around. Carlisle was at my door before I had my belt undone, the smell of smoke reached me as soon as the door was opened. The fire crew was here, battling a fire that was coming from...oh god...my apartment?

Carlisle stayed with me until Edward appeared out of nowhere, taking my hand and leading me over to a nearby bench. He was covered in soot, obviously having been inside the blaze. I watched Carlisle as he made his way over to his crew, to assess the situation I assumed.

"Bella, I am so very sorry that this has happened, and that we have to question you about it. You see, it seems as though it was arson. The fire started just inside your front door and spread quickly, your friends got out through the fire escape. But we need to know, do you know of anyone that would want to harm you?"

I gaped at him, entirely too much had happened in the last two days. I thought about what he had just said, unbelievably relieved that Angela and Jessica got out safely, but drawing a blank on anyone that would want to do this to me. I looked back at Edward, not missing the smirk he sent towards Carlisle and the glance he gave to my neck. I shook my head no.

Edward nodded. "Come back to the station tonight, there is an apartment that we keep set up there, it will do until you have somewhere else to go. Please don't protest, it will be our pleasure to have you so close at hand."

I raised my eyebrow, but nodded all the same. We left the scene with me still in shock; I was wondering whether or not it was a bad thing that the destruction of my apartment was such an easy thing to forget, as I was being escorted by two of my fire fighters.

Two fire fighters that had a lot of explaining to do.

E/N Gah...I want her job, just saying. Let me know what you think ;D Thank you for reading!