New list.
1.) Try not to asphyxiate Alice during extraction from conference room.
2.) If that fails, find a place to hide the body. (My filing cabinet is pretty big.)
3.) Find out what she thinks she knows.
4.) Threaten her with severe bodily harm if she breathes a fucking word.
5.) Find out if Manolo will make me a cement pair of pumps (size 6).
I got the pixie into her office and she was still breathing, cause she was still screaming and fucking flailing her arms.
I glared at her and pursed my lips. The kind of look a mother gives her kids when they have royally fucked up and she is about to give them a swift kick in the ass. My mother used it on me all the time.
Why? I can't imagine.
"Alice if I let you breathe...will you promise to stop screaming?" I asked sternly.
She nodded slowly.
So I loosened my grip on her mouth and she backed away, moving behind her desk.
Her eyes still shocked. Once she was out of reach the screaming started again.
"God dammit Alice! My ears are not equipped to handle your "voice of god" scream! My head is gonna fucking implode!"
Second time that day I wanted my head to just become a pile of brain matter. They both happened when I was with Alice. Surprise.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! OH MY GOD!" she yelled out.
"What the fuck are you going off about 'Alanis'? Did you fucking sneak a silver bullet into your panties in there? "
Time to figure out, how much she had figured out.
"Are you kidding me? Are fucking kidding me?" she squealed like a pig.
"What the fuck is in that champagne, Alice? How drunk are you?"
She huffed and shot me a nasty look.
Bitch please! I invented that look.
"I'm not drunk, Bella! The question is how high are you?"
"What I do on my weekends is none of your fucking business."
"No. But who you're fucking apparently is my business!"
I gave her an open mouthed, "I'm so clueless as to what you're talking about look".
"Don't play stupid with me Bella Swan!" her voice lowered.
"I'm not playing. I'm still waiting for something that comes out of your mouth to make some fucking sense!"
"You fucked Edward Cullen!"
Motherfucking know it all pixie.
3b.) Deny the shit out of whatever she says.
I snorted and rolled my eyes, laughing. "Seriously? What the hell was going on here before I got back? Did the D.D.S. next door let you take a hit off his fucking laughing gas?"
"That was you Bella. Last year. Remember? You flashed him your girls during our joint Christmas party and he gave you a couple of hits of the Nitrous Oxide and you came back... giggling." She narrowed her eyes at me. "You don't giggle."
Shit. Slugger had me so off my game I walked her right back to it.
Must stop thinking of panty pocketing twat teaser.
"You're right. So you needed to scream like a bitch because I took a hit off the goofy gas before I came back?"
She planted a Cheshire like smile across her ruby lips. Oh the irony.
"Bella, Dr. Greggs has been on vacation for the last week. You wanna keep going? Cause I think that boot is too big to fit completely into your lying sieve of a mouth."
Fuck you bitch. I could totally fit it into my mouth. Little salt and pepper it could pass as an appetizer. I was still hungry.
"What do you want from me Alice?" I threw up my hands in frustration. I knew I was up shit creek, but if I didn't open my mouth she couldn't prove anything.
"I want you to cut the crap and tell me what really happened when you went over there."
"Why the fuck do you care? Edward and the suit made it into the Beverly. You saw it yourself."
Her grin grew impossibly wider. "And since when do you call him Edward?"
Since the Slugger and I hit a home run earlier tonight and...mother of all fucking slip ups. I used his first name instead of an insult.
I was screwed and not just in the physical sense.
Time to fucking come clean. I would have much rather come while doing the dirty, but I digress.
"Since I was screaming it earlier tonight, I figured it was about fucking time!" I shout whispered at her.
"I fucking knew it!"
Yeah, you're a living breathing Sherlock Holmes. Maybe if your Twatson would get some attention once in a while you wouldn't notice so damn much.
"And now you're going to pretend you don't know it!" I ordered, tapping my finger on her desk.
"Know what?" she asked in a voice sweeter than I knew she was capable of.
"Glad we understand each other. I would have hated to have to fuck you up Alice, cause that's what will happen if anyone finds out."
"Is little Miss 'I hate all celebrities because they are all too good for their own shit' embarrassed because she just got boned by one?"
I thought about that for a minute. Was I really that mortified?
"No. Not really. It was too fucking amazing for me to me to be embarrassed."
"How amazing?" Alice raised her eyebrows.
"Alice! You fucking nosey perv!"
"Hey! I'm not the one getting nailed by the playboy!" she whispered. "I need deets! Spill bitch!"
"Jesus Alice, how much have you had to drink?" Her foul language use was starting to rival I was twelve.
"Some of us can't get our freak on with movie stars, so I tossed back a few. Fucking sue me! Deets baby!"
"I said fucking...I said amazing.. what more do you want to know?"
"Are the rumors true?" her pervy eyes brightened.
I scoffed, "No." I shook my head.
She pouted and shrugged, "Really?"
"It's fucking bigger!" I exclaimed slamming my hand on her desk.
My pussy did a collar pop.
Alice squealed and giggled like a fucking little girl.
"Well, if you're going to have a one nighter it's better to go big!" she said through her giggling,
I nodded. Little did she know Slugger wanted another turn at bat. "Yeah," I responded
"Wait. What did I miss? You're quiet and pensive. You normally can't stop running your mouth off."
"I'm fucking worn out! Cut 'sarcastabitch' a break okay? Besides, I don't think he wanted it to be a one- time thing."
The eyes bugged out of her head. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm saying I think he wants another crack at my cootie catcher," I enlightened.
"Huh? He said that!"
"Not in so many words. He slipped a post-it note into my bra before he left with his number on it."
Might as well tell it all to the same person that way the body count would be limited to one if this shit got out.
"Holy shit Bella! You are going to 'see' him again right? I mean there's no pressure, but this is Edward Cullen."
His name could have been Rob Pattinson for all I cared. Fucktastic slugger peen aside, he was still a manwhore.
"Really? There's no fucking pressure? He just discreetly told eighty bazzllion people how excited he is to diddle my pooter again!"
"What the fuck are you talking about? He was talking about a new project that he finalized tonight and that he is waiting for a call..." she trailed off as realization dawned on her face.
"Welcome to the party, pal!" I said channeling my best John McClane.
"It could have been a coincidence, Bella," she tried to console.
"Did you see how he touched his front pocket before he spoke?"
She nodded.
"My fucking thong is in that pocket!"
Her mouth dropped open and practically hit the floor. It took her a few seconds to recompose from her impersonation of "The Scream" before she sat back in her chair.
"So he left the ball in your court?"
"Sort of. So what?"
"Oh! Oh Bella!" she chirped. "You could have so much fun with this!"
"So much fun with what? I think he and I have already had some fun. Wall fucking, thong swiping fun."
Her eyes got a little wild. "Don't call him back."
"Excuse me? Weren't you just fawning over who he is and pressuring me to see him again?"
Damn pixie has lost her mind. Fucking Globes finally vaporized the hamster that powered the place.
"I had a minute to think about it," she defended. "Do you want my opinion or not?"
"Alice, I don't even want my fucking opinion! But if it will make you feel useful, shoot."
Since my opinion wasn't being made by my brain, but the peen hungry bitch between my legs, I should probably get a third party opinion.
"Bella, Edward is used to getting what he wants all the time."
"If you're going to sit here and spew the obvious, I'm gonna bounce."
"Shut the front door on that trap would you?"
Bitch.
"Fine."
"He left you his number, but he didn't get yours?" Alice confirmed.
I shook my head.
"It's a power play Bella. He wants you to call him. He wants to see you again, but he wants you to cave and stroke his ego."
It's not his ego I want to stroke, but I would imagine stroking Slugger would probably do that by default.
"You calling him, is like admitting you can't live without his peen."
My pooter whined like a bitch in heat
"I don't think it's that complicated. It's just fucking."
"Trust me. He wants you Bella. Denying him the pleasure of you dialing him for a booty call, is going to make him want you even more."
"I think you've watched one too many movies, Alice."
"Yep and I'm better for it. By the time we're done he won't know what hit him."
"But in the meantime you're not going to say anything?"
"My lips are sealed, baby," she promised locking her mouth and throwing the key.
-Sexy Silk-
I did what Alice and I had talked about on the night of the Globes. I hadn't called him.
Doesn't mean that my silicone friend didn't get a name change. Although, he didn't hold a candle to the real Slugger.
My vag wanted to grow legs and kick my ass from the inside out. We were both moody insufferable bitches. Not that I wasn't always, but she used to be a little bit easier to please.
Three days went by. Then a week. Work was still a fanatic madhouse. The SAG awards were a week away and the insanity, over who was going to wear what, started all over again.
Please fucking kill me now.
Tanya had given me a brief pat on the back on the Monday following the Globes and thanked me for my hard work.
My vag flexed her muscles and kissed her guns, but then cried because she missed Slugger. At least, I think she was crying. Maybe she was salivating. Can never be sure with that moody bitch.
Lauren had been glaring at me the whole time Tanya had spoken to me. You'd think she had some fucking girl crush on Tanya the way she was leering at me. Fuck for all I knew, she did. They were attached at the hip all the fucking time anyway maybe they were fucking tonguing when Tanya called her back into her office.
None of my fucking business.
I was trying to finalize an order for diamond bracelets and a pair of chandelier earrings to be couriered over from Harry Winston, when a short dark haired delivery guy came in carrying a floral arrangement. I assumed it was a thank you gesture from one of the fucking clients for the Globes to Tanya. Shit like that went on all the time.
It took a fucking miracle to get the courier to agree to truck over the earrings in addition to the bracelets, but I made it happen. Two bracelets and one pair of earrings totaling $225,000 were on their way to be a part of someone's upcoming SAG ensemble.
I disgusted myself. They're just fucking shiny rocks. I slammed the phone down and ran my hands over my hair.
"Uh, she's over there," Lauren begrudgingly directed the lost delivery guy to my desk.
She continued to scowl at me as I ran my middle finger over my forehead and plastered on my "fuck off" smile. I was not in the mood for her fucking attitude. Lauren rolled her eyes at me, "Real mature Bella."
Yes it fucking was. Thanks for noticing you ass kissing cum dumpster.
"Are you Bella Swan?" The overloaded delivery douche asked.
"Unfortunately," I replied. "Wait. Why?"
"Because these are for you," he said placing the arrangement of pink tulips on the corner of my desk.
What the fuck? I was not expecting anything. "Who the fuck are they from?"
He flipped back through the pages on his clipboard. "Um, I was instructed just to give you this piece of paper if you asked."
It was a yellow post-it note. "Ecstasy Awaits Call."
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
E.A.C.
Fucker was playing his own version of the initial anagram game.
"Pretty flowers, Bella. Good choice. Sending yourself something simple makes it look more believable," Lauren spit from across the hall.
Boss tonguing skank.
"Lauren you have such a pretty hair," I said as sweetly as possible. Which wasn't very. "Don't make me rip it out by the fucking fistful and shove it down your throat."
"Bring it bitch."
"Not worth the headache, Torrance!" I yelled back at her.
"You don't have the balls, anyway."
"Suck it hobag!"
"Whatever!" Her phone rang then and it shut her mouth. God! I wanna fucking clock that bitch.
Delivery guy was still standing there with his mouth wide open. I gave him a tip and shooed him out. I swear he had half a stiff from hearing Lauren and me kitty smack each other.
Fucking boys.
I got out my Altoid tin and grabbed out a few of my little strawberry bites of yum. Then turned back to the flowers.
I noticed there was card tucked into the bright green stems. It was attached to a long plastic stick. I imagined poking Lauren in the eye with it.
Hobag.
I ripped the envelope open and blew inside to open it up wider.
I hope you enjoy these as much as I enjoyed yours.
My pooter had been upgraded from peen craving bitch to Tulip. Classy.
Slugger was playing hardball.
Hard and Ball. 'Nuff Said.
Alice came out of her office, asking about the Winston delivery, when she noticed the tulips.
She curled her lips into a cocky smile and then she turned her back towards Lauren.
"Are those from who I think they're from?" she asked in whisper, covering her mouth and pointing to the flowers. I nodded and handed her the card.
Alice blushed while she read it. "I told you! He's sweating Bella! He thinks this is going to make you cave."
Tulip whined. You mean it's not?
"You've got to keep up the silent treatment! It's definitely working," she said holding up the card and handing it back to me.
Obviously he was desperate. It didn't make any fucking sense. First the on air call out and now the flowers. Boy was acting like he never got any action and he was hung up on me. Or Tulip anyways.
I got a wicked fucking idea then.
I was going to up the stakes. He wanted me to call him? I was going to make the fucker beg at my feet.
"Alice, I think we're changing direction," I said tucking the card into my pocket.
"What? No Bella, you've got to keep this up!"
Oh, I am going to keep him up alright.
I whispered my idea into her ear.
"That is brilliant!" she screamed, hugging me.
Lauren glared at us. "Why don't the two of you get a room?"
"Piss off you fucking lap dog," I responded.
Alice crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow in challenge at Lauren.
Yeah bitch! Say something now.
She made a disgusted noise and stalked off into Tanya's office with her iPad.
Alice and I slinked off into her office and started looking for my new objective. A photographer.
It wasn't difficult. In a matter of an hour I had a name, a number, and location. Alice was nice enough to pull a power play of her own and somehow persuaded the woman to come in that afternoon and get everything ready for me.
After work, I took the bouquet of tulips and drove Coop into West Hollywood.
I arrived outside a small interdependent building. Splashes of bright orange and red colored the outside. The lobby outfitted with huge black lounges.
A short, blonde with hot pink and purple streaks in it emerged from the back.
"Hi, I'm Jane Volturi. So what did we have in mind..uh it's Bella right?"
"Yeah. I want to have a series of photos done."
"A series? Like bunch of different ones?"
That would be the general definition of series bitch.
"Uh huh." I replied trying not to smack up the blonde little Clueless extra.
"Alright, I can do that." she said snapping her gum.
"And I only want to be wearing these," I said holding up the vase of tulips.
"Oh the girl is freaky. I like you already," she grinned.
I don't want you to like me. I just want you to make me look good. Not that I wasn't hot, but what girl isn't nervous about being nearly naked?
She had me lay across a white leather chaise lounge and helped me strategically place the tulips around my body. A pink bud over each of my nips and those started the top of the V that led down to my vag. Where another one sat between my legs and covered my folds.
"So what are these for?" she asked while she started shooting different angles.
Too bring the twat teasing tulip obsessed manwhore to his knees.
"They're for friend," I lied.
"A fuck buddy?" she confirmed.
"Something like that."
She didn't need to know that we weren't fucking "buddies".
"And you need these right away?"
"Like today if possible."
"No problem honey."
By the time we were done and my clothes were back on she already had the shots downloaded to her computer.
They were all black and white, but the tulips were still pink.
"Holy shit! Is that me?" I looked fucking amazing. I should take more time to look at myself naked.
I might switch teams.
"In the flesh honey," Jane confirmed.
I picked out four different ones. One of my face with a tulip by my mouth with my eyes closed.
Another one of my girls with the nips covered. One of my stomach with the buds resting on my hip bones and the last one of Tulip covered by a tulip.
"You don't mind if I use a few of these for my portfolio do you?" she asked excitedly.
"Nah, just keep my name off of them."
I went home wondering if I had lost my fucking mind even considering this.
I could see the ocean from my apartment. My little studio in Marina del Rey. It cost me more a month than I could really afford, but I had a balcony and I could sit out there at night. I could forget that I am a puppet of the disgusting fame machine.
The following day at work. I gathered up the pictures and put them in order from my face down to my barely covered V and enclosed a note. One word seemed to come to mind.
Suffer.
I sent it off with the courier that afternoon. Alice and I laughed and she gave me "I know what you fucking did" looks until we left for the night.
Of course you know what I did I fucking told you I was doing it. Genius.
Less than twenty four hours later the shit hit the fan.
I was running extremely late to work. There was a huge accident on the 405-N and I sat there stuck behind it for a better part of an hour. Thank fuck I had already grabbed my iced cinnamon dolce latte.
Yes, it had fucking cinnamon in it and tasted like his mouth covered in fucking coffee. Best way to fucking wake up.
The sun was shining, Sirius was blessing me with Kings of Leon and I was a happy bitch.
Spill out on the streets of stars.
And ride away
Find out what you are
Face to Face
I had gotten a bunch of calls from Alice on my way in, but I ignored them. I knew she was just calling to bitch me out for being late. I had three voicemails by the time I walked into the heavy glass doors.
I got to my desk as the first one from Alice started hitting my ear.
Bella where the hell are you? Never mind. Just stay wherever the hell you are, Edward is coming in today. I'll call you to come in after he leaves and let you know what happened.
Motherfucking shit.
I was already repacking my stuff when I heard the next one go off.
Bella, it's Alice. Call me back so I know you're not coming in and that you got this message.
My purse was cinched up again and I was on my way out the door. Was he there to get me fired?
Maybe he got pissed off about the pictures.
Fuckfuckityfuck.
Tanya's door swung open and Lauren busted out of it.
Her hooker red lips curved into a smile. "You'll never guess who's in there, Bella."
"Your pimp?" Though I had a pretty good idea who the fuck was in there.
"No, you fashion reject!" she insulted. "Edward Cullen," she squeaked like the mousey bitch she was.
"He was totally flirting with me," she added with a little smirk and a hair flip.
I put on my best "like I give a shit act." "Really? Like wow! That's totes awesome baby! He must tot have the hots for you!" I babbled in my best valley girl voice. I fucking rocked that shit cause she bought it for a split second before scowling.
"God Bella! You're just a jealous miserable cu-"
The door to Tanya's office swung open again, this time Tanya was leading Edward out.
He was wearing grey washed jeans and black button down Hugo Boss shirt with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was completely out of control, but not as 'sex awesome' as I had made it. His eyes immediately focused on me and flooded with lust and a hint of anger.
Tulip elbowed me and started panting.
"Oh, Bella there you are!" Tanya exclaimed, pulling me into a shoulder hug. "We were beginning to think you weren't coming in today."
"I got held up in traffic. 405 had a rollover," I informed her nicely, averting my stare from Edward.
Couldn't cuss when Tanya was around. It fucking sucked ass.
"Oh, that's terrible!" Tanya responded, looking at Edward. He nodded, but did not take his eyes off me.
That is the look of us fucking winning Tulip. She cheered...or cried. Whatever.
"I'm just going to go put my stuff at my desk," I said trying to walk away.
"Aren't you going to say hello Bella? Edward here has been singing your praises since last week."
I'll bet he fucking has. Slugger was clearly suffering from Tulip withdrawal.
"Hello. Pleasure to see you again Mr. Cullen," I greeted smirking and offering my hand.
"Oh, the pleasure is completely mine, Miss Swan," he responded, lust snaking into his voice.
I'll bet it fucking is.
He took my hand and squeezed it running his thumb airily over my palm before releasing it.
Mother of fuck! Thank god for cotton panties.
"In fact, Edward came here just to thank you in person for how helpful you were on Globes night."
"You already thanked me," I said knowingly.
Profusely.
"Well, I think a follow up gratuity is in order," he smirked.
Tulip fucking purred. That two timing kitkat.
Lauren let out a huff and we all turned to look at her. She blushed and turned away.
"Maybe I could talk to Miss Swan in private for minute?" Edward asked Tanya, flashing the classic panty dropper.
Talk. Right. I know that fucking look.
"Alice's office is free," Tanya piped up. "She's out for the afternoon," she added, smiling and gesturing towards Alice's office and curtly signaling Lauren to follow her into hers.
"After you." He held out his arm and I winked at him and dropped my stuff at my desk. He opened Alice's door and followed me in, locking it behind us.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I whispered.
"Suffer?" he questioned, narrowing his eyes at me.
"Yes. Did you want a fucking dictionary? It means to experience or be subjected to something painful. Like the case of fucking blueballs I'm sure you've been sporting without me."
"I know what the fuck it means! The question is why did u send it along with those fucking pictures of you?"
"To teach you a motherfucking lesson."
"And what lesson would that be?" He asked, intrigued. He walked closer to me.
"To show you that it's you who wants me! Not the other way around."
He gave me a crooked smile and got closer, leaning over me. His cinnamon breath smacked me in the face.
"Yes, you do," he responded simply. "You wan't me so fucking much." He started kissing down my neck.
I was creating my own brand of Astroglide between my thighs. Fucking K*Y could have opened a factory in my cooch.
"Don't tell me what I want, Dickward," I said roughly, through staggered breaths. He chuckled.
"I know exactly what you want. You want the same thing that every other woman within gawking distance wants," he goaded smugly.
"You fucking egomaniac! Not every woman who sees you wants to fuck you!" I responded, trying not to whimper.
Fucker was turning me into a motherfucking puddle.
"You did. You still do," he asserted. He started biting on my neck.
"No I don't. That coupon to pooterville had one visit per customer limit."
"You're such a bad liar," he replied biting the spot just behind my ear, then started sucking on the skin.
"I'm... not... lying," I replied through labored breaths as he unbuttoned my shirt. He roughly moved the fabric of my bra and started manhandling my tits. My back arched involuntary shoving my breast into his palms, and he squeezed. His mouth took over the tit teasing. He circled my nips with his fucking serpent tongue repeatedly flicking and lapping at them. Like they were covered with the last bit of Ben and Jerry's in the world.
The slip-n-slide had shut down for the summer. Tulip had abandoned that shit for the new waterpark that had opened up down there. She was screaming for Slugger to join her in the tunnel slide.
"No fucking flowers should be covering these beautiful tits," he commented, biting my left nipple. It sent another jolt of slippery goodness to the water park and a moan past my lips.
Move that fucking tongue down here Tulip pleaded. Those fucking bitches shouldn't get all the attention.
"So I take it you didn't like my pictures?"
"Are you fucking kidding me? I'm blowing them up and having them framed," he responded nuzzling the girls.
"You could use some fucking smut in your house," I responded breathlessly.
He pulled back and looked me. "That's not smut. It's fucking art."
He started undoing the button on my pants and I froze. I grabbed his hand. And waved my finger back and forth, raising my eye brow.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he growled.
I grinned and threw his hand off me. Tulip growled and threatened to cut a bitch.
"First off, I'm at work. Not that I give a shit, but I'm pretty sure Tanya would have those pictures to TMZ faster than you could blink your fucking eyes."
He closed his eyes and rolled them underneath the lids. "Second, I'm just not that interested," I continued.
He licked his lips and narrowed his eyes and looked at my tits. My rock hard nips were giving me the fuck away, but I could argue that I was cold. It was fucking possible, even in So Cal.
"Third. I wanna hear you fucking beg," I instructed smugly.
He smiled incredibly wide and then he attacked me. His hand unbuttoned the fly on my jeans in one swift movement and his lips were at my ear.
"Let's get one thing straight. I don't fucking beg. Ever." he said gruffly, shoving his hand down the front of my pants and into my panties.
"And as for you not being 'interested'," he smirked and skimmed his finger through my soaked folds, and over my clit before removing it. "Suck your lie off me," he demanded.
I glared at him. He had to be fucking kidding me. "Go fuck yourself!" I spat, sort of disgusted.
"Come on baby, taste how fucking sweet we are together," he prodded, a cocky fucking expression across his face.
I shook my head and pursed my lips, but the truth was I was getting off on this and sucking on any part of him was going to screw me over. I wanted to hear him beg, and I refused to give him the fucking satisfaction.
"I'm not wasting this," he told me frowning. He put his Bellified finger by his mouth, but he instead of popping it in, he wiped it over my fucking lips.
Motherfucking kinky panty pocketing tulip teasing fucker.
He started kissing me roughly, steadying my head with his hand bringing the taste of my arousal into our mouths. Cinnamon, strawberry and sex swirled around on our battling tongues. His right hand went back between my thighs and he thrusted two fingers into me. I moaned into his mouth and he pulled away his lips.
"Your pussy is like heroine and you've made me a fucking addict. It's the only fucking thing I can think about," he confessed, still pumping his fingers into my slick center.
Tulip had made some new friends in the kiddie pool. Their names were "Fuck" and "Yeah."
"I fucking want you Bella and I know you fucking still want me. So instead of pulling this American Beauty picture tease shit on me..." he stopped his finger fuck abruptly, sliding his fingers back out of me and past my engorged clit. I flinched and let out a quiet cry. "Just drop the games and stop putting me through this." He pulled his hand back out of my pants and smiled that "I'm fucking going to win this shit" smile.
"Motherfucking Christ," I panted. "Stop fucking doing that!" I hissed at him, buttoning my pants back up.
Tulip fucking growled.
"Doing what?" he asked innocently.
"Fucking teasing me. I fucking hate that."
"Think of it as a preview," he smiled. He licked his hoobastanked fingers then, closing his eyes and sucking the rest of me off him. It looked like he was gonna cum, but I knew he was fucking playing it up. I started buttoning up my shirt back up.
"Mmm so good," he moaned. "Can't wait to taste it from the source."
I rolled my eyes, but I was seriously turned the fuck on and I was tired of playing the games. If he could keep his mouth shut, maybe this could work.
"When?" I asked.
"When what?"
I gave him a sideways look that said. "You know very fucking well what."
A genuine smile spread across his face. "As soon as you call me, beautiful."
God motherfucking dammit!
He wanted still wanted me to fucking call him.
"I thought you wanted to be done with the fucking games?"
"No. I just want you to stop the fucking games."
I huffed and glared at him. "I'm not fucking calling you."
"Yes, you will," he asserted, bopping my nose with his recently cleaned finger.
He readjusted himself so Slugger wasn't quite so noticeable. Though, you'd have to be blind not to fucking notice the boy was still packing some serious fucking wood. He unlocked the office door and I automatically went ahead of him.
I checked to make Tanya's door was still closed and leaned over my desk, displaying his fucking Achilles heel in full view. He stopped short behind me and ran his hands up my thighs and over my ass. I heard him groan from behind me.
Yippie-ki-yay, motherfucker. You wanna fucking play? I can play this game all fucking day.
We both jumped when we heard the door to the opposite office start to open.
"Goodbye Bella," he said lightly. "I hope to hear from you soon."
I ran my tongue over my lip. "Don't hold your breath," I responded. He shot me a strange look and walked towards the door. He looked almost... hurt?
Tulip was fucking screaming at him to come back.
A/N: Okay. So they are both incredibly stubborn. :) I wonder who will cave first? Any bets?
Thank you for all those who reviewed and/or messaged me or 'd me on Twitter! You guys all rock and I cannot believe the response to this story already!
Reviewers will get a teaser for Chapter 4 (make sure you have your ff acct set to receive messages/replies- I couldn't send them to a couple of you last time:( )
Movies References:
Dogma (Kevin Smith 1999)
Die Hard (John McTiernan 1988)
American Beauty (Sam Mendes 1999)
Bring it On (Peyton Reed 2000)