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Chapter one left off with Edward asking to speak to Bella in his office…

Chapter 2

I hesitate for a split second before placing my purse back down on my desk. "Sure thing, Mr. Cullen," I say and follow him back into his office.

He gestures for me to sit down on the black leather sofa. Sitting in a chair directly opposite me, his posture is stick straight; his clear green eyes are searching mine. For what, I'm not sure.

We sit in silence for several minutes. Mr. Cullen continuously runs his hand through his unruly bronze hued hair. He seems nervous. But, since he called this meeting, I wait for him to begin.

I take the opportunity to study him a little closer. He is quite a beautiful specimen of man. He's tall, around six foot five, and muscular, but not overly so. From what I saw this morning he's got a delicious six pack of abs, a perfectly chiseled chest and strong, muscle-ripped arms, the left arm being generously tattooed. His facial features are something to admire also. His emerald green eyes have the power to mesmerize if you stare at them too long. His nose has a slight bump, but is otherwise straight. His lips are…

My thoughts are interrupted by Mr. Cullen nervously clearing his throat.

"Um, Isabella, I want to speak with you about the incident this morning," he begins, shifting in his chair as if he's trying to get comfortable.

"I'm sorry!" we both say at the same time.

Confused, I look at him. "Excuse me, sir?" I interject. "I'm pretty sure I have the most to apologize for."

"Enough with the Sir stuff. Please, call me Edward," he says with an easy smile. "And you're wrong; I have quite a bit to apologize for." He seems to be relaxing now.

I hold my breath as I wait for him to continue.

"I was a complete and total jackass to you this morning. It was wrong of me to blow up at you the way I did. It was even worse of me to call you stupid," he says as he looks down toward the ground. "I hope you will be able to forgive me."

I am stunned. Never in my life did I expect those words to come from that man's sumptuous mouth. Bella Swan does her homework, and the word from across the pond is that he is rude and crass and is known for not taking anyone's shit. In fact, most of his PAs only last a few months' time. Some are fired, and many quit because of his temper and rudeness. So, yeah, never did I anticipate an apology coming from Edward Cullen, and certainly not on his first day here, after I slammed piping hot beverages all over his fine self.

Briefly, I wonder if his apology was what caused him to seem so nervous when I first came in.

"Um, wow. Mr. Cullen. I mean, Edward," I correct myself. "Thank you. Thank you for that. I would also like to apologize for my outburst. It was uncalled for and quite rude of me to be so blunt to a total stranger." I am sure he can hear the shock in my voice, but I hope my sincerity comes through as well.

We both sit staring at each other for a moment.

I can't help but to cross and uncross my legs. I'm slightly uncomfortable sitting in such close proximity to an insanely attractive man. My eyes can't help but to wander his features. I glance at his eyes, my gaze travelling down to his chiseled cheekbones, lingering a bit longer on his lips.

I wonder what they taste like?

I notice him squirming under my stare, and chance a look to his eyes again. He's not looking directly at me; not at my eyes anyways. He seems to be travelling my body with eyes as well.

I wonder if I'll ever get to feel his hands travelling my body.

I need to stop this train of thought. He's my boss. He's my boss. He's my boss.

Sure, keep telling yourself that.

"Yes," he clears his throat again, "well, I hope we can get past our awkward first day so we can work well together."

I nod my head in agreement.

"That sounds like a great idea, Edward," I respond. "There's nothing I'd like more than to work you well."

Did I saw that out loud? Shit. I did! Crap!

I immediately blush bright crimson as I realize what I've said. "Oh, um, I mean to work well with you. Uh, yeah," I stammer, trying to cover my mishap.

Edward chuckles. "Perhaps you'll get the chance," he teases with a lopsided smirk.

I blush harder as a frown plays upon my face. I'm not totally sure he's kidding.

Seeing my reaction he adds, "Isabella, I'm just kidding. I may be an ass, but I'm not one to seduce my assistants." He's still smiling.

I stand up; I need to get out of here before I tell him that I wouldn't mind getting that particular chance. "If you'll excuse me, Mr. Cullen, I have some plans for this evening." I make my way to leave.

"Of course, Isabella, I don't mean to keep you. Perhaps we can continue this tomorrow morning?"

"Certainly, sir, I would very much like that."

I leave the office and the building in a hurry. I need to see my girls.

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It's Monday, which means Alice and I will be meeting at Rose's dance studio to get our butts kicked. Rose is a professional dancer turned choreographer. She owns a thriving dance studio where she teaches classes to the good citizens of Seattle. From beginner's ballet for the little girls, to contemporary, to ballroom style dancing for couples, she teaches them all.

This evening we will be attending an adult's hip hop dance class. It's typically geared towards the intermediately skilled dancers, however, Rose allows Alice and me to join in. We only come for the exercise, and are by far the worst dancers in the class. Alice and I don't mind though. We'd rather be having a good time together, sucking at dancing, than be alone and miserable in a traditional gym. Though, Rose does makes it a point to tell us that we are continually improving. We're not 100% sure she's telling the truth about that.

As I pull up to the warehouse turned dance studio, I see my little pixie of a friend standing in front. Alice is short, barely five feet tall. She has jet black, short, spikey hair and beautiful blue eyes. She's wearing her usual dance class outfit, which consists of cropped yoga pants and a brightly colored sport bra top, with a zippered hoodie over top to keep the chill out.

I groan loudly as I approach.

"Ugh, Alice! I don't have my dance stuff!" I whine. "I completely forgot about it in my rush to get to work this morning," I further explain.

Alice just shrugs and puts her small arm around my waist, directing me to the door of the studio. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure Rose has something in the costume room that you can use," she assures me.

Alice is right, as always. Rose has no problem with me digging through her costume room to find something to wear for the class. We still have about half an hour until the class begins, so we're having fun trying on the silly frocks!

"Look at me!" Alice squeals.

I turn and immediately start laughing like a mad woman.

Alice is dressed in a neon green leotard and a little headband with frog eyes on springs. She completed the outfit with a matching green tutu and is squatting on the floor like a frog.

"Ribbit ribbit," she croaks, as she hops around the room. She darts her tongue in and out of her mouth like she's trying to catch flies.

My eyes are tearing up from laughing so hard.

"Get up! Come on, let's find something for me to wear," I laugh out. I notice Alice doesn't change her outfit.

We go back to rifling through the room.

As I am digging through a box labeled conveniently enough "leotards" I come across something that's not supposed to be there.

Intrigued by what I have found, I lay it aside and continue to dig through the box. At the very bottom I find the only leotard in the box that's in my size. It's made of black pleather and looks to have very little coverage in the rear. I shrug, and put it with my other find.

I figure if Alice can look silly for the class then so can I. I won't be nearly as embarrassed by such a thing if I'm not the only one doing it.

Looking through the drawers of a nearby dresser I find tights. I pick out a pair of red ones. All I need now are shoes. Alice tells me to try the far corner when I ask.

Sitting front and center is exactly what I'm looking for. Over the knee, black leather boots with three inch heels.

I grab my goodies and head behind the curtain that serves as a changing area. Lucky for me there's a mirror back here, so I can see what the completed ensemble will look like. Alice will flip her shit when she sees what I've picked out. Hell, I think I'll flip my shit when I see the result of my expedition. I'm not even sure why I picked out such a risqué outfit.

Just put it on. You know everyone here, no one will judge. And Alice is dressed as a frog for goodness sake!

Confident with my conscious' decision, I start to put on the outfit. I pull the red tights on first, and then literally have to tug the leotard on, sucking in my breath and my stomach to get it in place properly. I was right; the leotard doesn't cover much in the rear, barely half of each ass cheek. I do like the front though. It is sleeveless, but the front comes up over my chest and connects behind my neck, leaving my shoulders and back exposed. I carefully slip on the boots, zipping them up over my knees.

I'm totally going to fall on my ass.

Yup. My subconscious is right. I'll most likely land on my rear at some point because of these boots, but so what. I look hot right now! I feel sexy. But I'm not quite done with my outfit yet. There's just one more piece to put on.

I pull my hair back into low a ponytail and place the last item on my head, smoothing the ends of the ponytail up and inside the wig. When I look in the mirror, I barely recognize myself. I don't see Bella, the shy and quiet young lady from Forks, Washington. I see a confident, sexy and gorgeous red-headed vixen staring back.

I smile at myself, just to check that it's still me, before heading out to show Alice what I've put together.

"Oh. My. GOD!" Alice exclaims. "Bells, you look, OH MY GOD! BELLA!" She bounds to me and grabs my hands, jumping up and down like an excited little kid who's had way too much sugar.

"Soooo…" I mutter, "What do you think?"

Alice doesn't answer as she pulls me towards the lone vanity table across the room. She gently pushes me to sit down on the bench and starts rummaging through the drawers.

"What are you doing, Alice?" I ask her.

"Well, Bella, as a fashion designer I cannot allow you to wear such a hot outfit without any of the proper make-up!" She lets out with an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes as if I should know this already.

"Whatever. Do your thing." How much worse can it get?

I'm not sure what's come over me, but after a few moments in the 'makeup chair,' I'm actually having fun. Playing dress up like this has turned out to be a good way to forget about the stress of my first day with Edward Cullen.

Alice's hands move swiftly across my face. I have no idea what she's doing. I feel a brush along my eye lids, and then a larger one across my cheeks. Mascara and lipstick come last. Alice then fusses with the long, curly, red wig before she allows me to look in the mirror.

Bella has been completely obliterated from my vision. Alice is a make-up genius! The eyes looking back at me are sultry and smoky, ringed in black liner. My lips are bright red and scream sex appeal. Alice has gathered the top part of the wig and pulled it back, the rest is cascading in curls down my back and over my shoulders. I love it!

I beam at the sexy siren in the mirror before turning to Alice.

"Wow. Just, wow," is all I am able to get out. I can't stop staring at the foreign reflection in the mirror.

"I know right? You are one sexy bitch tonight! Now, move that sexy ass of yours and let's get into the studio!" She swats me on the ass as I leave the spacious room.

The main studio quiets as we walk in. Conversations cease, heads swivel, and I'm pretty sure some mouths are hanging open. Everyone is staring at me. I'm waiting for my usual reaction to so much attention, but it never comes.

I hear a few chuckles, and I immediately look down in embarrassment. Alice tugs me close and whispers in my ear. "They're not laughing at you, they're laughing at me!" she teases.

I glance towards my friend and laugh myself. I had completely forgotten she was still dressed as a neon green frog!

Alice's words are what I needed to hear. I am now finding myself standing tall, feeling confident and actually enjoying the staring. I feel like I've assumed a new identity.

You have, Swan. No one realizes it you!

I hear bits of conversations as I walk with Alice to the corner of the studio. A few "who's that girl with Alice?" can be heard as we put down our belongings and begin to stretch out.

"Wow, Bells," Alice whispers, "you're not freaking out, like, at all!"

"I know! I can't believe it! I feel like a totally different person right now!" I whisper back.

As we continue our stretching I let my mind wander. I wonder if this outfit really is affecting my personality. I actually feel strong and sexy and confident. I feel as though I can do no wrong, and if I did, then who cares?

Maybe it's because no-one seems to recognize me. They see a stranger. If I embarrass myself while dressed as a stranger it's not that big of a deal. The jokes will be told about the stupid red head, not about stupid Bella.

Maybe it's because Alice looks just as ridiculous as I do. I'm not sure.

I was just about to share my theories with Alice, but Rose walks in and calls the class to order.

Rose eyes me as I stand. Her gaze travels from me to Alice and back again. She seems amused at our costume choices. She walks over to tease us.

"Alice, who is your new friend? And where is Bella?" she asks, her eyes still looking over both of us. "Did you eat her like a fly?" she jests.

"Oh, Bella got stuck at work with her new boss, he's a hard ass. This is my friend, uh…" she begins to stammer.

"Victoria, my name is Victoria…" I drawl out with a thick British accent. I'm not sure where that came from, but I'm having fun. I'll work it.

I'm also not sure why I have just introduced myself as another person to my other best friend. Surely there's no way she'll fall for this. I've known Rosalie for twenty years, she can see through this disguise. Can't she?

I reach my hand out to shake Rose's.

She tentatively places her hand in mine, giving a short, but firm shake. She still seems uncertain.

"Victoria… okay… well, welcome to the class!" she replies and heads back towards the front of the group.

I go through the moves and routines that Rose teaches us with ease. I find myself letting go of shy Bella and embracing sexy Victoria.

We've danced the new routine a few times to the music. Rose announces we'll do one last run through and then call it a night.

I dance my heart out, I feel the music running through my body and I give it my all. Lost in the music and the dance I begin to sing along with the lyrics about halfway through the routine.

When you send me a pulse, feel a wave of new love through me.
I'm dressed in white noise. You know just what I want so please,
Wonderful electric, wonderful electric, wonderful electric, cover me in you.

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a strict machine.
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a strict machine.

I'm in love

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a strict machine.
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a strict machine.
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a strict machine.
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a strict machine.

As the music fades into nothingness and the dance ends I find myself alone in the middle of the dance floor. Applause is thundering all around me. I hear whistling and whooping from the circle around me.

What are they clapping at?

"Victoria! Victoria!" Rose is calling. It takes me a second to realize she's talking to me.

"Um, yes?" I ask, confused. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh my God, Victoria, no! You did everything right!" Rosalie explains. "That was amazing! I hope you'll join our class again next week!" she adds before walking off to give her good-byes to the rest of the class.

A few classmates give me their praise and Alice flutters to my side.

"Bella," she whispers, "What was that?"

I open and close my mouth trying to answer her, but I can't. I have no clue what had happened myself.

"Let's go home," she drags me by the arm outside the studio and into her waiting car. I'm still stunned. I get in the car and we make our way home.

End Note:

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Song:
"Strict Machine" by Goldfrapp