I don't own Twilight.

Bella

Did I Google that last night?

Did I actually try to figure out the age of consent in Washington?

What is wrong with me? Even if I were the hottest little thing in Forks, Edward Cullen, a 26-year-old attorney who "broke hearts" all over New York City - whatever that means - would definitely not be interested in me.

As I'm sitting next to Edward this morning, I can't help but be disappointed. I decided to wear something cute today. I have on a navy blue sailor dress with a pleated skirt that my mom bought when she was in Los Angeles a few months ago, and a pair of metallic flats. I'm not really a dress person, but I figured that if he doesn't seem interested with me looking my best, it's a lost cause.

And he doesn't seem interested.

Now, I've never attempted seduction before. I've never even tried to be sexy. But I know that a straight guy would probably sneak a peek at a girl's legs if they're sitting right there. Just take a peek, Edward. I'm not asking for much. I used some overpriced lotion and it smells nice and my legs are super smooth, so just a glance? No?

Fine.

He is gripping the steering wheels with his long, beautiful fingers and staring straight ahead. I decide to give it one more shot.

"So, ummm, tell me about New York?"

"Hah, yeah, well," he laughs, "New York. It was great living there when I was making $160,000 right out of law school. After I got laid off, not so much. I had the job for two months before they kicked me to the curb. Wow, listen to me, talking about myself. New York is great. I don't know if I'll go back anytime soon, but it's a great place to be a student."

"Yeah, I want to apply to Columbia. I doubt I'll get in, but it's worth a shot."

"Definitely. Don't forget NYU. I had the best three years of my life there."

"Just three? Where did you go for undergrad?" I ask.

"Dartmouth."

He's smart too...

"Nice."

"So, tell me a little about yourself, Bella."

"I umm... lived in Phoenix. Now I live in Forks. I'm an intern?"

He laughs and looks at me. I give him what I can only hope is a sexy smile. I probably get it wrong because his face becomes very serious and all conversation stops.

It's going to be a long eight weeks.

Edward

Fuck.

Day two and erection number...?

Now I know the age of consent in Washington State is sixteen, but I'm pretty sure it's a little more complicated than that. I could go read the actual statute, but I'd basically be admitting that I intend to do bad things with the 16-year-old next to me, and I don't.

I also know that this "little girl" can't possibly be as innocent as she seems. I mean, those legs and the lacy bra and cleavage and that smile. Especially that smile.

Most importantly, however, I know that Charlie Swan will come after me with his shotgun if I lay a single finger on her. That, and the fact that I'm her fucking boss who is nine years her senior are the two things I force myself to think about over and over again.

Fuck.

If she shows me any more of those creamy, delicious-looking legs I will grab her by the arm, pull over and either (a) force myself into her mouth or (b) drag her somewhere and fuck her senseless.

Easy there, Cullen. You want to force yourself on your 16-year-old intern. Classy. You're quite the honorable gentleman, stand up citizen, aren't you?

Come on, it's not my fault she's fucking stunning. It's not my fault her dad asked me to give her a job and a ride to and from that job all summer.

A ride. Yes. I'll give her a ride.

The first time I saw her in those tight jeans and the thin wife beater, not wearing a bra.... Shit. She had probably just put on the wife beater to come downstairs and say hello. Nipples standing upright looking straight at me, I instantly felt my cock harden and had to get the hell out before Charlie saw my enormous erection which was pointing at his little girl telling me "take me there, Edward, take me to the girl."

My cock talks to me and generally I listen. He knows what's up.

What did I expect? All the teenage girls are looking like jailbait these days. Why would Bella Swan be any different? Just breathe, act normal around her and Alice, because Alice has a big fucking mouth. Oh, and find a distraction for the summer.

Shit, did she just spread her knees?

Bella

I have been squirming around in my seat, trying to get more comfortable, when I notice that I have spread my legs a little wider. I automatically bring my knees back together.

Edward has been doing this thing with his hands, gripping the steering wheel super hard and then running his fingers through his hair. I want to hold on to his hair while I...

While I what, Bella? Nobody has as much as touched you and you're turning all pornstar now? Still, I can't get images of me on his lap, kissing him, my fingers in his hair, grinding.

Did I mention we're naked in these images? Yeah.

Oh, the shame. The embarrassment. He's right here. Get a hold of yourself.

The second the car stops, I jump out and run inside to my cubicle. I avoid Edward for the rest of the day, helping Alice look through a bunch of documents to find every single mention of a name, a task which sounds simple enough but takes forever.

I'll be wearing pants and a gigantic old lady sweater tomorrow. Sigh.