AN: Sorry it's been so long. However I'm home for Xmas now so there'll be plenty of time for me to write.
I stormed through the front doors of Borders with a ferocious scowl. So far this morning I had managed to oversleep, stub my toe in my hurry to get into the shower, and then spill coffee all over my favourite black jacket as I dashed out to my car.
It was shaping up to be a really shitty day.
As I rounded a high stand of books I was fucking steamrolled by young employee who was carrying a heavy box. As we collided, the box slid from her grasp and I watched in muted horror as it made its downward descent towards my shiny, new Jimy Choo's.
I groaned in pain as my toe, still sore from stubbing it on the shower door, was fucking crushed by some ridiculous autobiographies that only complete twats would read.
"Arrrrggggggggh!" I just fucking lost it. The girl was wide eyed and she started stammering apologies as I wrenched my shoe off to get a look at the damage.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I screeched, glaring daggers at her. Her face grew flushed and she bit her lip. She looked a bit like she was going to cry. Good.
"Little tip sweetheart," I hissed, acidicly. "Those tiny little flappers on your face…they're called eyes. Maybe you could start using them…instead of coating them in all of that shit that just makes you look like a complete slut!"
Her bottom lip trembled. Success!
I repressed a cruel chuckle, slid my tender toe back into my shoes and left the poor girl to pick herself, and her box, up off the floor. Part of me knew there was no need to be such a bitch, but at the same time I'd had very little sleep and a hangover from hell and therefore I couldn't be held responsible for my actions.
Last night had been…interesting. I'd frequented one of my usual haunts. Jay's is a small backalley club, downtown. I knew the manager (intimately) and he'd always been keen to invite me in for free whenever I was around.
I'd met some friends there and proceeded to do what I do every Friday evening…get fucking slaughtered. The good thing about Jay's as well, is that there are plenty of guys who are up for some meaningless fun.
I'd ended up having sex in a private back room on the coffee table amongst a group of people I didn't know ,who were either watching or having their own fun.
I wasn't usually so voyeuristic when it came to sex. Yeah, I wasn't fussy about who I screwed, but I never usually let people watch me getting fucked. But then, I thought of these things as experiences. And I was all about the experience.
"Elizabeth!"
I repressed an inward shudder as Lauren's voice cut through my mind.
I turned to see her being ushered towards me by none other than the girl who I'd terrified just moments ago. Poor girl could barely look at me.
"Im so glad you're here," Lauren whined. I grit my teeth and forced a tight smile.
"Well, that's my job," I replied. Which was of course a complete lie. The only reason that I was here was because Lauren Mallory had pleaded for me to be there. Stupid bitch couldn't even attend a book signing on her own.
Just then the store manager appeared, saving me from having to make idle chitchat. She was professional looking woman in her late 40's and she wasted no time in getting Lauren set up at a little table in the corner.
The decorations were exactly as I had requested and hopefully Lauren should attract a lot of custom over the next few hours.
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It had just gone 4pm when James turned up, I saw him slide smoothly into the room, the collar of his gorgeous grey wool coat pulled up against the cold. He grinned when he saw me and I threw him a smirk in return.
He came over to stand beside me, our backs to the wall.
"I was sent by Flo to make sure everything's going ok," he whispered seductively in my ear as his hand slowly cupped my ass.
"Oh, I think everything's going fine now," I responded with a smirk, not looking at him.
"Hmmm, I think maybe I should inspect the stock? Perhaps in the back room." He said seriously. "I need to make sure that everything's all up to scratch."
I merely raised an eyebrow at him.
"I'd need your assistance of course."
I grinned.
"Of course."
He ushered me out towards the Border's stock room and I opened the door with the key combination that the store manager had given me. As the door swung shut he grabbed me roughly and slammed me against the wall before sucking slowly on my neck. I groaned and let my legs fall open to accommodate him. I could feel him hard against my stomach already.
"You don't know how much I've been wanting to fuck you all week." He whispered, trailing a hand up my stomach to cup my breast. I arched into it with a groan.
"So fucking do it already," I gasped.
Slowly he inched his hand down my body to the hem of my skirt before lifting it all, exposing my black lacy thong. He wasted no time in pushing the fabric aside and plunging two fingers inside of me.
We groaned in unison.
"You're so wet."
He rubbed my clit and I bucked my hips. Slowly he began to remove my panties and he flung them over his shoulder before dropping to his knees.
He placed kisses up my inner thigh before sticking his face right between my legs. I moaned like a whore and rocked my hips into him. His tongue slowly entered me and he pumped its tongue fucking me. I was trashing around by now, but when he used the flat, rough surface of his tongue to drag over my clit I exploded.
I had barely caught my breath before James had spun me around and plunged his cock into my dripping hole. Over and over he pounded into me as I groaned and pushed back against him.
The only sounds were of our skin slapping together and our heavy pants as we rocked together. I could feel my orgasm building and I bit my fist to stifle the cry as my muscles clenched around James' thick cock. My orgasm must have triggered his own as he exploded into me shortly after.
We stayed where were for a moment; me bent at the waist, one hand on the wall; James still buried to the hilt inside of me.
As we caught our breath James slid slowly out of me. He kissed the base of my neck as he zipped up his pants. I could feel his come slowly sliding down my inner thigh as I straightened. I sighed and fished around in my pocket for a tissue.
"I've got to get back," James said.
"Uh-huh," I replied running my hands through my tangled hair. "Get that report on my desk by 6pm though."
He just nodded and then he was gone. I grinned to myself, before going off to find my panties.
When I eventually exited the stock room I could see Lauren had finished, she was talking to a tall bronze haired man, who I assumed was her fiancé. His back was to me, but I could see their clasped hands. I repressed a scowl I wandered over to the happy couple.
Lauren grinned when she saw me and fucking jumped on me. I held myself rigid as she hugged me.
"Oh Lizzy! It was so wonderful!"
I cringed at the use of the nickname and smiled tightly.
"You're right I think everything went swimmingly."
"Oh, let me introduce you to my fiancé. Elizabeth Bennett, this is Edward Cullen."
My heart stuttered and I felt all the blood drain from my face. Slowly I raised my eyes to his face.
Intense green eyes stared back at me and my legs started to wobble. His face was exactly the same, if not older and more tired.
My breath was coming in short gasps as I fought to control the onslaught of emotions that were churning inside of me.
His eyes were wide and shocked as he gazed back at me.
"Um, are you ok?" Lauren's nasally voice cut me out of my reminiscing.
"Um…yeah, fine, sorry I've got to go," I took a deep breath and drew on all of the tricks I'd taught myself over the years about repression and confidence.
I smirked at both of them, hiding the fact that my heart was still racing. I turned to go.
"Bella?!" His voice was choked and confused.
I turned and stared at him coldly.
"I'm sorry, I think you've got the wrong person," I said in a monotone voice. "Miss Mallory, I'll be in touch." With that I stalked from the shop, all the while feeling his eyes boring into my spine.