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Chapter 13

I decided that Alice Whitlock may just be an absolute genius. Even though I had dressed myself for more special occasions than I could recall, there had never been anything quite as amazing as this. Even my wedding day, sixteen years ago yesterday, had paled by comparison.

My wedding day. That thought made me smile sadly. Jacob and I had been so young, barely twenty years old, and expecting a baby. I would never regret a moment of it, for it was only because of our lives together that we had Sarah and Will. But I mourned for those young, idealistic kids we had been, so certain that our friendship and love would be enough to stand the test of time.

It wasn't as difficult as it had been in the past to let those melancholy thoughts go. My anticipation for the evening, and the man I would see, was building to a fever pitch. Negative thoughts just weren't able to take root. I studied my reflection in the mirror, amazed at the transformation that Alice had designed and executed.

The dress she had chosen was lovely. It was a deep sapphire blue, shot through with silver thread to give it a subtle sparkle in the light. The halter neckline tied behind my neck, supporting the rouched bustline that lifted and gave me cleavage the likes of which I hadn't seen since the birth of my children. A narrow band in silver just below my breasts created an empire waistline that Alice told me would be flattering and camouflaging at the same time. Even my critical eye had a difficult time finding my body's flaws under the flowing lines of the dress. The material beneath the silver band was slightly gathered, creating an alive, swinging movement to the skirt when I walked, the hemline just touching the tops of my knees. I couldn't even criticize the way the dress felt. It was extremely comfortable, made of some kind of material that clung and stretched all at the same time, so it was neither too loose nor too tight. Alice had thoughtfully provided an elegant cashmere shrug to cover my shoulders and upper arms in case I became chilled.

My hair was piled on top of my head, courtesy of our trip to the spa earlier today, with small tendrils escaping to curl around my ears and down the back of my neck. The whole experience of a massage, manicure and pedicure, and having my hair and makeup done was a new one for me. Even with all the pampering, the most enjoyable part for me was the girlfriend bonding time with Alice and Rosalie. We talked and laughed as we were poked, prodded, buffed, polished, and coiffed.

My gaze traveled down, and even I had to admit that my legs looked long and lean beneath the flirty skirt of the dress. The shoes? They looked great, but frankly they scared me to death. I had failed to notice Alice's emphasis on high heels when we negotiated the shopping terms. The delicate silver sandals easily had the highest heel I had ever worn, although Alice scoffed and claimed that two inches was hardly a heel at all. The straps wrapped and flowed around my freshly pedicured feet before meeting behind my ankle with a dainty bow. If I managed to make it through the night without breaking one of the narrow heels, or my own neck, I would consider the evening a success.

Even without Rosalie's impressive cleavage, or the toned, flat stomach of Renesmee, or Angela's gloriously long legs, I felt feminine, pretty. As I studied my reflection, from the burnished curls piled on the crown of my head to the tips of my Chick-Flick-Cherry toes, I wondered what Edward's reaction would be. The thought alone gave flight to the thousands of butterflies in my stomach.

I was stunned when I pulled into Alice's driveway. The trees flanking the drive were dressed in thousands of twinkle lights, and I could see the glow of the house up ahead…the enormous house up ahead! I was met at the front of the circular drive by a valet, who assisted me from the car and handed me a ticket, gesturing for me to follow the path to the front door.

Despite the bustle of activity, the evening was calm. Snowflakes drifted lazily on the air, falling down, up, and sideways all at the same time. A light breeze swirled around my legs and I shivered, wishing I had worn a longer coat. If it hadn't been so cold outside, I would have stopped to look more at the impressive exterior of Alice and Jasper's home. However, I was anxious to be inside where it would be warmer so that would have to happen another day. The door opened almost the moment I rang the bell, and I was greeted by the very man I had been waiting to see for nearly two weeks.

Really, it should be illegal to look that good, I thought to myself. Edward stood before me in black woolen trousers and a tweed jacket, with a pale blue dress shirt underneath that somehow emphasized the green of his eyes. While the combination was quite formal, he had dressed it down by leaving his shirttails untucked and eschewing a tie. The top two buttons of his shirt were open, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of his chest hair, a few shades lighter than the mussed strands on the top of his head. That hair looked as though he had attempted to tame it, but lost the fight with his normal habit of running his fingers through it only moments before answering the door. I wondered fleetingly if he was as nervous about this evening as I was.

We stood there gawking at one another for what felt like ages before the wind whipped around us and another deep shiver ran down my spine. "Bella, I'm sorry, you must be freezing. Come in, please," Edward said, stepping aside so that I could enter the foyer. "Here, let me take your coat," he offered, and I felt his hands at my shoulders.

I removed my gloves and unbuttoned my coat as quickly as my cold fingers would allow. He gently unwound my scarf as I shrugged out of my outerwear, and a sudden attack of nerves hit me when I realized that this move would put my outfit…and me…on display. I fidgeted nervously as Edward hung up my coat and turned to study me.

"Wow. So I was completely wrong the other night," he murmured, stepping closer and taking my hand. He brought it up to his lips, but instead of pressing a kiss to the back of my hand like I thought he would, Edward turned my hand slightly and ran his nose across my palm and then kissed the pulse point at my wrist. I hoped that he couldn't feel the acceleration of my heart rate there at the unexpectedly erotic gesture.

"Wr…wrong?" I stuttered. "About what?"

"You are not just pretty. Why that's practically an insult the way you look right now. You're much more than beautiful," Edward said, and his tone was so sincere that I actually felt a tear in my eye.

"You're sort of beautiful yourself," I told him, blushing and looking down when I realized what I had said.

Edward placed his index finger beneath my chin, lifting my face to look at his. "Thank you, Bella," he whispered. His fingertips traced my cheekbone. "The blush on your cheeks is lovely." Which of course only made the color there deepen.

"Thank you," I whispered back to him, and I was trembling as his hand cupped my cheek, his face descending towards mine, his eyes locked on my lips. I could hear footsteps coming towards us, and I took a shuddering breath as I realized we were about to be interrupted. Again. Edward closed his eyes, resting his forehead against mine for just a moment and swore under his breath.

"Bella, you look amazing. Don't you just love your dress and shoes? I told you they would be perfect. Doesn't she just look amazing, Edward?" Alice asked, practically skipping forward to give me a hug. I watched her graceful movements with envy. I had to concentrate to balance in my hardly-a-heel-at-all heels, while she danced around me in a pair of stilettos that added at least four inches to her height. Alice slipped her arm around my waist and pulled me forward into her home.

Edward stayed close, barely a step behind me. "Why yes, she does look amazing," he murmured near my ear, and I shivered at the feel of his warm breath on my neck.

"Are you cold, Bella? I can take you over by the fire if you need to warm up. Edward, go get her something to drink," Alice commanded, and I turned my head and smiled helplessly at him.

He winked at me. "Champagne?" he asked, and I nodded, allowing myself to be towed into the living room. I was speechless. The home was even more beautiful on the inside than it had been on the outside. The living room was easily the size of the entire first floor of my house, and as I slowly registered the number of people in there, it was the first time I truly understood the scope of this New Year's Eve party.

I spotted Angela and Ben talking with a group of people to one side, and Rosalie and Emmett near the fireplace towards which Alice was directing me. There were wait-staff in black and white uniforms mingling with trays of hors d' oeuvres and champagne. In addition, there was a fully-stocked bar in one corner, and through an impressive archway I could see a table covered with more food against one wall of what appeared to be a formal dining room.

Soft music was playing in the background, and the lighting was just perfect for the setting. I could hear voices and footsteps coming from other rooms, as well as the occasional chime of the doorbell as other guests continued to arrive. I noted with interest that there was someone appointed to answer the door, and wondered why Edward had been the one to greet me.

"Your champagne, miss?" asked the voice of the man in question. I turned slightly to smile up at Edward, accepting the crystal champagne flute from his outstretched hand. His fingers brushed mine before he pulled away, his smile warm, his eyes warmer still.

"Thank you, kind sir," I responded, raising the glass to my lips and taking a small sip, our eyes meeting as he did the same. The sight of his lips, slightly parted as the champagne slipped past them into the recesses of his mouth, made my pulse race. The glimpse of his tongue licking a bead of moisture from his bottom lip made my own mouth grow dry as I remembered the taste of him. Unmindful of my surroundings or anything other than Edward's heated gaze, I leaned closer to him.

I heard someone clear their throat, and looked away from Edward quickly, feeling a guilty blush color my cheeks. Rosalie stood across from us, watching our interaction with a raised eyebrow. My gut reaction was to look away, but at the touch of Edward's fingers on my upper arm, I simply arched an eyebrow back at Rosalie and took another sip of my champagne. She looked stunned for a moment, then grinned suddenly and winked.

I heard Edward chuckle close to my ear as his hand cupped my elbow, his thumb caressing the sensitive skin on the inside. "You handled that perfectly," he whispered, his lips feathering across my forehead. I leaned slightly into the contact, and his soft lips pressed another kiss to my temple.

"Bella, you need to meet everyone! Most of the people here have heard about the bookstore and want details! Come on, make the rounds with me!" Alice said enthusiastically. I nearly groaned with disappointment when Edward squeezed my arm and released me to Alice's custody. I knew I needed to mingle. I knew I needed to meet the people that were here – all potential customers for A New Page. But right now, I wanted nothing more than to grab Edward, find a secluded corner of Alice's home and bury my fingers in his hair and my tongue in his mouth.

It seemed as though the Whitlocks knew just about everyone in Port Angeles, and it was Alice's mission that I know everyone as well. I was introduced to members of the city council I hadn't already met through the zoning and permitting process. I met the local congressional representative, who pontificated for fifteen minutes on how the small business owner was the backbone of his constituency and how pleased he was that Angela and I had chosen to open our business in Port Angeles. I made the acquaintance of the president of the Chamber of Commerce, who extended an invitation to attend and present at the first meeting following the opening of A New Page. I was even reintroduced to dozens of other guests whom I knew either from Black's Garage or through the school. I was, however, having a difficult time remembering names and details as the evening progressed. Not because of the sheer number of people I was meeting. No, my memory issues were due to Edward's attentiveness.

Although he did not accompany me as Alice introduced me around, opting instead to do his own mingling, he was never far away. Whenever I looked up, he was watching me with that devastating crooked smile of his. When there was only a sip of champagne left in my glass, he would appear at my side with a new flute, exchanging my empty glass for the full one, taking a moment to brush his fingertip across my forearm with that same playful smile. A little while later, just as I was beginning to think I should eat something to counteract the effects of the champagne, he materialized before me with a plate of hors d' oeuvres. He plucked the champagne flute from my left hand and deposited the plate in its place.

"Where's my food?" Alice demanded, a teasing glint in her eyes as Edward remained by my side. I felt my blush renew when Edward rested his hand against my bare shoulder, his thumb sweeping just under the bow at the back of my neck, caressing the sensitive skin there. I saw him grin out of the corner of my eye as my skin erupted in goose bumps from his touch.

"Right here, my dear," Jasper said, joining us and holding out a small plate for her as well. Alice smiled lovingly at her husband and pulled him down to press a kiss to his cheek. I watched wistfully, and Edward squeezed the back of my neck gently.

When I looked up at him, his gaze was filled with the same yearning, focusing first on my lips, then skipping back up to my eyes with such a dark, possessive look that I gasped quietly. Edward's fingers tightened almost imperceptibly against my neck, and he took a step closer, my upper arm brushing first against the textured tweed of his jacket, then the smooth silk of his shirt through which I could feel the heat of his muscled torso. I edged closer, and he traced his fingertips down my spine, his hand moving slowly over the fabric of my dress and settling at my waist, pressing me closer to him.

Emmett chose that moment to approach our group and sling an arm around Edward's shoulder. "Hey, I've got a potential client in the den that would like to talk to you about a renovation she needs help with. Got a few minutes, Edward?"

Oh, for God's sake, who do I have to kill to spend some time alone with this man? My inner voice shrieked at yet another interruption.

Edward jaw tensed before he sighed, his free hand going up to his hair as he ran his fingers through the tousled locks in a gesture of pure frustration. "Sure Em," he said, giving my waist a squeeze as he pulled away. I immediately shivered at the loss of contact, watching him walk away, sure that my heart was in my eyes as I watched him go.

"Earth to Bella," Rosalie's voice floated near my ear, and she took the space previously occupied by Edward directly by my side. "Do you want to tell me what exactly is going on between you and my brother-in-law?"

I was almost afraid to meet her eyes, worried about her reaction. Remembering Edward's encouraging statement about handling Rosalie's curiosity earlier this evening, I braced my shoulders and met her gaze, surprised to find her looking at me warmly, her eyes alight with acceptance.

"Whatever do you mean, Rosalie?" I teased, relieved.

"Do you want to explain why he's been touching you all evening, and eye-fucking you when he hasn't had his hands on you?" Leave it to Rose to state it bluntly. My blush flared.

"Has he kissed you again, Bella?" Alice asked eagerly, stepping forward to join the conversation.

"Again?" Rosalie interrupted, arching her perfect eyebrow at me once again. "Spill!" she commanded.

I told her about painting the mural together, the paint on my cheek, and our interrupted first kiss. My body tingled with awareness as though that kiss had just happened. Alice tried to apologize yet again, but I waved her off.

"Wait, I just realized that you knew, and you didn't tell me!" Rosalie hissed at Alice, her violet eyes flashing. She turned to me, her tone sharp. "Why am I just finding out about this now? I am the one that set the two of you up, after all."

"Set us up? Didn't you specifically tell me that you weren't setting us up?" I asked her.

Rosalie snorted, rolling her eyes. "Of course I said that, Bella. Otherwise you would have run screaming for the hills that first weekend. Seriously? You two are perfect for each other. I've been dying for this to happen. So what happened after Alice interrupted you two?"

I explained that after Sarah had entered the alcove, Edward ran off, and described our tense conversation in the back room before I left. Both Alice and Rosalie frowned when I told them what Edward had said, so I hastened to explain his text messages, our email exchange, and an abridged version of our conversation. Alice grinned like crazy when I told them about my hippopotamus, and I told them we had been exchanging phone calls and texts while he was in Portland.

"You were talking to him when he was in Portland?" Rosalie questioned, and I felt guilty again for eavesdropping on their conversation on Tuesday.

"Yes, we texted back and forth during the day, and talked just before bed every night," I said, smiling softly as I thought of our last conversation.

"Wow!" Alice exclaimed, her eyes bright with excitement. "But you didn't answer my question, Bella. Has he kissed you again?"

"No, he hasn't. Well, he's kissed my temple, and my forehead, and the inside of my wrist. We're surrounded by people at a party, it's hardly the place or time," I stated logically, while inside I pitched a hissy fit that we weren't someplace more private.

"Well, it's only a matter of time, based on his behavior tonight," Rosalie stated matter-of-factly, and the butterflies in my stomach quivered in anticipation. She put her hand on my shoulder and smiled. "And I couldn't be happier for you. Just be careful, okay Bella? I don't want either one of you to get hurt because you rushed into something."

"Okay," I agreed. "Oh, and Alice? Thanks for choosing my outfit for me. You were right about the shoes. I haven't had any problems all evening."

Alice grinned and hugged me tightly. "Well, I believe an 'I told you so' is appropriate here," she teased. She checked her watch, and I saw her flustered for the first time tonight. "Oh dear, it's already eleven thirty? I need to go check with the caterer about the food. Rosalie, could you go talk to the bartender? I want to make sure there's enough bubbly for the New Year's toasts."

They both hurried off to take care of last minute midnight preparations, leaving me to my own devices for the first time that evening. I found the restroom and took a few minutes to relax and restore my appearance. I reset a couple of hair pins so that my hair stayed piled elegantly on top my head. There was a sparkle in my eyes and a glow to my cheeks that no makeup could replicate. That was simply one hundred percent Edward Cullen. I popped a breath mint in hopeful anticipation of a midnight kiss and freshened my pale pink lip gloss.

My purse vibrated as I was exiting the bathroom, and I pulled my phone out, checking the display. A text message from Edward?

Where are you?

Where am I? Where was he?

In the hallway near the kitchen, headed toward the living room.

I quickened my steps, hoping to find him nearby.

Stop right there. Are you alone?

I looked around quickly. I could hear voices, including Alice's, coming from the living room, but the hallway was deserted for the time being.

For the moment, yes.

Turn around. Take the stairway at the end of the hallway up to the second floor.
Last door on your left.

My breathing accelerated and I felt a flush spread across my skin that had nothing to do with embarrassment. With shaky legs, I turned around and moved as quickly as my heels would allow down the hallway and up the staircase. When I reached the top of the staircase, I paused for a moment to try to catch my breath, both literally and figuratively. My heart was racing, and when I lifted my hand to check my hair unnecessarily, it was trembling violently. I took a couple of deep breaths as I walked slowly down the hallway.

I paused before the closed door, pressing a hand to my stomach to try to quiet the butterflies. I lifted that same hand and knocked softly.

"Come in," called Edward, the husky timbre of his voice sending a tremor through me.

I opened the door to a large, well-apportioned office with dual desks, and bookshelves lining the two interior walls. My gaze was momentarily drawn to the two remaining walls, boasting large windows looking out over the Whitlock's backyard, as pretty as a Christmas card with its light dusting of snow. A subtle movement out of the corner of my eye drew my gaze back to the man who had dominated my thoughts all evening.

Edward stood before the desk furthest from the door, the low light from the desk lamp casting angular shadows across his face. He smiled warmly as I took a few steps into the room, and held champagne flute out to me. I wordlessly stepped forward and accepted the glass, smiling nervously.

"I hope you didn't mind my texts. I feel like we've been in a fishbowl all evening, and I thought we could both use a little breather from the crowd," he explained softly.

"No, I didn't mind at all," I told him, feeling the stress of the evening slip away as tension of another kind built.

"Shall we make a toast?" Edward asked me, neither one of us having taken a drink from our glasses of champagne.

"Certainly. To what shall we drink?" I asked.

Edward appeared to ponder the question for a moment. "To the end of a particularly craptastic year?"

I laughed. "Yes, it certainly was!"

"Although, I have to admit that personally I've found things looking up the last couple of months," he said lightly, fingering the rim of his glass and looking at me through his impossibly long lashes.

My cheeks warmed. "Well, I would say things started to look up about...oh, the first part of October?" I teased.

"What a coincidence, that's about the same time my year started improving," he agreed.

"So if we're going to drink to the end of craptastic-ism-ness," I rambled, giggling, "then perhaps we should also drink to the things that ended it?"

"All right then. To Bella," Edward said, raising his glass.

"To Edward," I responded in a whisper, mimicking his action.

"To us," he stated, his eyes heated. I nodded, and we raised our glasses simultaneously, watching one another as we drank.

Edward studied my face and then reached out to smooth a wayward curl that had escaped its confines. "Bella?"

"Yes, Edward?"

"You can tell me no, but I think I'm going to lose my mind if I don't touch you soon," he said hoarsely, closing his eyes and swallowing convulsively. I could see that the fingers that had smoothed the curl at my temple were shaking.

I turned to set my glass down on the desk, removed the matching one from Edward's long, elegant fingers, and set it beside mine. I stepped forward very deliberately, raising my hands to rest them on the lapels of his jacket. At that contact, his eyes snapped open, and his heated gaze met mine. The hunger that I saw there made my knees weak and my heart beat faster. "So, touch me," I whispered, surprising myself with my boldness.

So fast I could barely register the action, his arms wound around my waist, pulling me to him. I slid my hands up his chest and across his shoulders, my fingers curling around the back of his neck, pulling him down to me as I rose to my tip toes, surging up to place my lips over his. When our mouths met, I wasn't sure whether the moan that escaped was his or mine, and then I ceased caring as he kissed me, really kissed me.

Our first kiss had been shy, slow, and tentative, and this was anything but. It was luscious and decadent. Edward tasted of champagne, mint, and the indescribable flavor that was uniquely his. He had one arm tightly around my waist, holding me to him, and the other slid up my back to wind his fingers in the curls on the back of my head, holding me in place, guiding me as the kiss deepened and intensified.

Mouths open. Tongues stroking, twisting, tasting. Panting groans and sighs of pleasure escaped as our bodies pressed closer. I buried my fingers in his glorious hair as I had been dying to do from the first moment I saw him. I lightly scraped my nails against his scalp, and his hum of bliss at the action sent a shudder through me.

It had been so damn long since I had been kissed. Kissed with passion, with reckless abandon, with the kind of devotion Edward showed as his lips worshipped, consumed, devoured. There was a fleeting thought before my brain stopped functioning all together that I had never, ever, been kissed like this before. His hands shifted restlessly, sliding from my waist to the exposed skin of my shoulder blades, his long fingers gently caressing, causing gooseflesh to erupt in their wake.

I felt him lean back, pull away slightly, and whimpered at the loss. I could feel his smile against my lips as he chuckled, the throaty sound ending with a groan as I tightened my grip in his hair to make escape impossible. I stumbled slightly when he sat on the edge of the desk and pulled me toward him to stand within the cradle of his knees, our faces now at the same level. His hands slid around my waist, then down to my ass, pulling me closer. I gasped loudly at the contact, involuntarily breaking the kiss, my head falling back as I felt the heat of his touch through the silky layers of fabric. Desire that had lain dormant exploded through my body, which I willingly ceded his to command and control.

Edward's lips immediately found my jaw, and then the column of my throat and he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses there, trailing down as I continued to gasp for breath. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of my collarbone, followed by his penitent tongue soothing the sting. I pressed closer to him, my hands dropping from his hair to his shoulders, my fingers squeezing convulsively as I felt the thick length of his erection press against my stomach for the first time.

Edward groaned loudly at the contact, the vibrations causing gooseflesh to erupt across my décolletage, and I could feel my nipples harden beneath the silky softness of my dress. His lips returned to assault my neck, slowly climbing until his hot breath caressed my earlobe, his tongue tracing the outer edge of my ear. I turned my head to capture his lips with mine once again in a wild, wet, wholly erotic kiss that was all lips, teeth and tongue. God, the things I wanted to do for this man, to this man…and to have him do to and with me.

The sound of revelry coming from downstairs made both of us jump, and the momentary break in physical contact brought back a moment of clarity to my overwhelmed senses. We'd already had one bad experience with wrong-time/wrong-place, and we needed to remember that we weren't really alone. We were in the office in Alice and Jasper's house, with at least a hundred people downstairs, including our friends and members of his family. If our absence had not yet been noticed I was sure it would be soon. We needed to rein it in before we were interrupted, again, at a rather inopportune time.

Sense seemed to return to Edward at the same moment, and he pulled back slightly. One of the hands that had been cupping my ass slid up my side, then across the bare flesh of my arm to my hand. He laced his fingers with mine, bringing our hands to rest between us, against his chest where I could feel his heartbeat racing. He rested his forehead against mine, and the only sounds in the room were our heavy breathing and the voices downstairs counting down to the New Year.

Eleven...ten...nine...

His other hand slid up, around my waist, and he simply held me there as our breathing slowed and synchronized. I inhaled the warm honey, cinnamon, and musk scent that was uniquely Edward's, and it felt like home.

Eight...seven...six...

I relaxed against him, tilting my head back slightly so that I could look into his eyes. The fire that had blazed there was banked now, glowing green embers that still warmed every part of me. The smile on his lips made my heart flutter.

Five...four...three...

I raised my free hand to his face, tracing first his jaw line, then his bottom lip with my thumb. His lips opened, and the tip of his tongue touched my thumb before he wrapped his lips around the digit, sucking lightly. We both shuddered at the contact, and the fire in his eyes flared for a moment.

Two...one...

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" we heard from downstairs, along with the sound of horns, and noisemakers, and the first strains of 'Auld Lang Syne' sounded from beneath our feet.

I trailed my fingers down from his lips, touching the slight dent in his chin that I hadn't noticed until this moment, down his throat, past his Adam's apple, to trace lightly over his collarbones as he leaned forward. "Happy New Year, Edward," I said softly, pressing my lips to the corner of his mouth, which twitched in a half smile.

"Happy New Year, Bella," he whispered in return, turning his head slightly to take my bottom lip between both of his and kissing me thoroughly until I was utterly breathless once again.

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