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When we ended chapter 5, Victoria and Jake were about to sing their duet to determine the karaoke contest winner!

Chapter 6

BPOV

Oh my GOD!

I sit up straight in my bed; I'm covered in sweat and shaking. I must have been having a nightmare.

That wasn't a dream.

In the dream I had been singing karaoke. Only my dream wasn't a dream. It was my brain replaying the events of the night before, when Victoria was introduced to the world. Well, at least to the fine folks of Seattle.

I remain in my bed, not trusting my body to hold me up, as I contemplate yesterday's events.

Alice and Rose had convinced me to sing, as Victoria, in a karaoke contest. I tied for first place and ended up in a sing off with Jake. I couldn't believe he was the same custodian from work and the one who delivered my flowers yesterday.

I wonder what his deal is.

Smiling to myself I replay the final performance in my head. We had to sing a duet together. The judges chose "Promiscuous" by Nelly Furtado and Timbaland. Jake was not happy about it. He claimed he's not a rapper. He's a musician. Whatever. Rappers are musicians too.

As soon as we were told the song, my brain replayed the video for it in my head. In the video, Nelly and Timbaland are singing this song to each other while on the phone in a club, while searching for each other. I decided I was going to do the same thing, only with a microphone instead of a phone.

I danced, wove and shimmied my way through the crowd as I sang the song. During Jake's parts I would dance with a random man or woman, and even managed to grind on Edward for a moment.

Best moment of the whole song. Shit, of the whole NIGHT!

The lyrics I sang while I danced on Edward went: "I can see you with nothing on, feeling on me before you bring that on." They were so true in so many ways. I admit; I'm ready to get a closer look at that half sleeve tattoo and muscles again.

Jake attempted to do the same thing to one of the female judges, but he wasn't quite as smooth about it. I'm pretty sure she pushed him off her. Sure, the girls in the club were all flocking up to him, hoping for their chance to gyrate on him, but the energy of the song just wasn't flowing from him properly. Perhaps it was because he was so against singing it in the first place. I don't know. Don't really care either. All that mattered was that I won.

Victoria won.

Me, Victoria, either way, I won and walked out of the club $500 richer. Victoria was even presented with one of those super big checks, though the actual payout was given in cash.

Reaching my arms up over my head, I stretch out the kinks in my body, and reach across to grab my phone from the night stand to check the time. It's almost one in the afternoon, but more importantly, my phone was flashing with several missed calls, voicemails and text messages.

Scrolling through the screens I see that all sixteen alerts are from Edward's personal cell.

SHIT!

I read the four text messages first. The oldest one being from last night, he had texted before the duet to see if I could make it down to the club again.

The next three were all from today.

8:03 am- Isabella, I've been trying to call, please check your messages and call me back ASAP. Thanks, E.

9:15 am- Isabella, please, I really need you to come into the office. I'll be arriving at noon. You NEED to be there. E.

Shit shit shit! I am so fucked! It's already after one!

12:23 pm- ISABELLA, I don't pay you to not answer your phone! Please call me NOW.

Crap!

I roll out of bed and dial his number.

EPOV

I still can't believe how lucky I was to find yet another superstar last night! I have a reputation around the industry for having a sixth sense for such things. I always laughed it off, saying I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Last night was no different.

I woke early, showered, dressed and had some coffee before I tried to call Isabella again. There's still no answer, so I leave a brief message to call me back. Looking down at the screen I see that it's barely eight. Perhaps she sleeps in on the weekends.

Maybe she had a hot date and she's not home yet.

I quickly that thought from my brain. Isabella is an insanely attractive, smart and witty young lady, I'm sure she has guys falling over her all the time. But, that doesn't mean I want to picture her with someone else.

I sure can picture her with me, on me, over me, under me. Hmmm…

Yeah, yeah, yeah… I know she's not mine or anything like that. Well, at least not outside of the office she isn't. Still doesn't mean that I want to see her with another man though.

She could have a boyfriend you know.

Ugh. No, she can't have a boyfriend.

What am I saying? She totally could have a boyfriend. I can't say that I've asked her directly about it. It's never come up, which is why I don't think she has one. Most girls seem to talk non-stop about their boyfriends, fiancés and husbands. God knows my former PA in London did. She wouldn't shut up about her current beau. Isabella hasn't mentioned anyone of the opposite sex to me. Only her two best friends, who are female. I can't remember their names, but I know one works in fashion and the other owns a dance studio.

I decide to go down to the gym in my building. I change into some track pants and t-shirt, lacing up my sneakers. I still have a lot of energy pent up from last night's karaoke contest, add that to the frustration I have because Isabella isn't answering her phone, and the odd desire I have for her, and you end up with an Edward that has a desperate need to release some excess energy.

I'd love to release it onto Isabella while she screams my name and pulls my hair.

Yeah, I need to work out, pronto.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

My workout doesn't take nearly long enough to release all my pent up energy. I pushed myself to my limits for just over two hours, one in the gym and one running. I feel good, but still not totally satisfied.

Checking my phone, I see there's still no messages or call backs from Isabella. I call her again, and leave yet another message before I set off to shower.

And before you wonder, yes, I totally jacked off in the shower.

Isabella hadn't called back by the time I got out, so I send yet another text message. I know I'm heading to the office at noontime, Isabella needs to be there as well. She's my assistant, and I will need her help to track down Victoria.

I had tried to find the red headed beauty, with the most beautiful voice I've ever heard, after the contest ended. She was presented with one of those big checks; pictures were taken of her, the judges and Miss Nicci holding it up. I saw her head to the back office with Nicci; I assume she was receiving her cash prize then. Next thing I know, Jake is next to me, begging me for my professional opinion. I told him he has talent, gave him my card, and told him to call on Monday to make an appointment.

When Jake finally left, I found Miss Nicci once more. I asked where Victoria was, but was told she had left already. She snuck out the back door with her friends, stating that she really didn't enjoy being the center of attention that much.

I sigh to myself and run my hands through my still damp hair. I honestly have no idea where to start looking for Victoria. I don't even have a last name. I will find her again though. I will get her to sign a contract with Vamp Records.

It's not long before I find myself at work. I'm casually dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, standing in my office… alone.

I glance at my watch. It's noon.

"Where the hell is Isabella?" I wonder out loud. It's not like her to be late. It's even less like her to not check her messages. I look at my phone, nope, no missed calls or messages. I set it down on my desk and turn on my computer, immediately opening the email program. Nothing from her there either.

"This is BULL SHIT!" I yell into the room. My temper is flaring; it hasn't reared its ugly head since I've been here. I give the credit for that to Isabella. She keeps me very well organized, and is always one or two steps ahead of me. She's the best assistant I've ever had.

I grab my phone back up and type in an angry message, hitting the 'send' button before I can stop to think about what I'm doing.

12:23 pm- ISABELLA, I don't pay you to not answer your phone! Please call me NOW.

I get to work without her, still fuming mad, but hoping she'll get back to me soon. But I can't concentrate on what I'm doing. I keep reading the same things over and over as my anger subsides. The anger is replaced by guilt. And that guilt, a result of sending her such a rude message, is getting to me.

Guilt? Edward Cullen has never felt bad about anything he's said… ever.

I do feel bad though, and I regret the decision of doing so. She's done nothing to deserve it and it is her day off. Plus, I did send her home early yesterday because she wasn't feeling well. She's probably sick in bed, unable to answer at all. I'm such an ass. I begin typing in an apology message when the phone rings in my hand.

"Hello?" I answer, already knowing its Isabella.

"Mr. Cullen, oh my God, I am so sorry! I slept in late, and I swear I just got your messages!" she sounds panicked, yet sincere. "I'm hopping in the shower now; I'll be there within an hour."

"Isabella, calm down. I'm sorry I left that last message. It was rude and uncalled for," I reply truthfully. I don't normally apologize to my PAs. They're supposed to be here for me, not the other way around. But there's something special about Isabella, I want her to be around for a very long time.

I don't want to lose her.

"Are you feeling alright? Can you make it in? I don't want to push you if you're still ill," I continue on.

I hear a soft sigh from the other end, "Mr. Cullen, Edward, I'm okay. I got my flowers yesterday. Thank you, by the way, for having them re-delivered to my house," I could hear her smile. "I'm much better. I even managed to go out last night."

"Good, that's good to hear. So, I'll see you soon then?" I swear I sound like a nervous school boy.

"Sure thing, I'll be in as soon as I clean up."

As she hangs up the phone, I realize I have a big grin on my face, and the strangest sensation in the pit of my stomach. What the fuck is that?

In your stomach? Don't you mean your dick?

Ok, there too.

I am both excited and nervous. I can't wait to see Isabella again.

BPOV

Getting into my shower, I contemplate what had just taken place. I can't believe I didn't hear my phone beeping and ringing all morning long! How can I be so stupid! I didn't get to be the top executive's personal assistant, at one of the world's most prestigious record labels, by not answering my phone when the boss called!

Thankfully, my instincts seem to be proving me right again. Mr. Cullen, excuse me, Edward, isn't really the asshole his former PA made him out to be. He's really a decent guy.

With a fuck hot body.

He apologized for the rude message; he was also concerned that I may still be ill. That made me smile.

He cares about me.

Stepping out of my shower, I head into my closet to get dressed.

Being Saturday and knowing no one else important would be in the office, I decide to wear jeans. Not just any old jeans though – my favorite pair that fits like a glove and is worn in all the right places. Plus, they make my ass look better than it does in anything else. I slip into a casual blue sweater and a pair of Ugg boots. They're so ugly, but they're so comfy!

I quickly finish getting ready in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and throwing my wet hair into a quick braid. I want to have cup of coffee, but I thought it better to just get to the office. I'm already late enough, and I don't want Edward getting upset with me again. I catch a cab, throwing a twenty over the seat and telling the driver to floor it.

I hurry into the building and ride the slow lift up to the proper floor. I'm not paying attention to my surroundings as I rush towards Edward's office.

WHAM!

I run into something, well into someone.

Strong hands grip the tops of my arms to keep me from falling. My hands are splayed across a broad, and from what I can feel, a very well defined, chest. My head has fallen onto said chest as well. Inhaling, I smell the most wonderful scent; it's musky, outdoorsy, and just plain male. It's intoxicating.

I want to rub that scent all over my body.

Slowly, I open my eyes. I didn't even realize I had closed them. The chest in front of me is covered in a tight charcoal colored t-shirt. As I pull back, the large hands loosen their grip on me, but do not let go. The right hand rubs up and down my left arm. That tiny movement, combined with the delicious scent emanating from this other body is enough to cause me to slightly sway.

"Easy now," a husky voice murmurs, as the left arm captures my waist to steady me. My eyes follow the motion; I can't help but to lick my lips as I take in the well-defined bicep that's covered in ink.

I want to lick him all over. I want to know if there's any more ink hiding on that magnificent body.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly while I lift my head to face the man that I once again managed to run into, literally, in the hallway.

At least I didn't spill hot coffee and tea on him this time.

Edward's handsome face is looking back into mine, wearing the sexiest smirk I've ever seen. His hair is in its usual casual disarray. But his eyes, his normally clear green eyes, are now dark with what I can only describe as lust.

He wants me! I want him too, so bad…

His arm is still around my waist; hand on the small of my back. I shift slightly, releasing the light grip he still has with his right hand. He misinterprets my actions and tries to take a step back. I grasp his shirt in my hands that are still on his chest and move in closer. I hear him chuckle as both arms wind themselves around my small frame.

"Edward," I sigh up at him.

"Isabella," he whispers, looking directly into my eyes. It's as if he's peering into my soul. He stirs things in me that I've never felt before. I want to be scared, but I'm simply not.

Raw lust takes over my body as I stand on my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck; my hands gently play with his soft hair.

I'm not sure who leaned in first, or if we leaned together, but seconds later his mouth is on mine. His soft lips gently caress mine over and over before he peppers my jaw with light feather kisses. He makes his way down to my neck, gently nibbling along the way. He kisses and sucks at the base of my neck and I hear myself sigh in contentment.

I could get used to this.

I shiver in response and grip his hair even tighter as he licks back up towards my ear and whispers, "I've wanted to do this since the first time you walked into my office." He licks the shell of my ear, eliciting another involuntary shiver from my body.

He groans at my response and greedily attacks my lips again. This time his kisses are urgent and needy, almost like he's dying of thirst and my lips are the water he so desperately needs. Our lips and tongues dance together as if they've known each other forever.

After a few minutes, or maybe hours – I honestly couldn't tell you – we break apart, panting for air.

He releases me from his arms and places a chaste kiss on my cheek, smiling down at me. "Thanks for coming in on a Saturday, Isabella," he tells me as he turns and slowly starts walking towards his office.

Wow, I mouth to myself as I follow. "Anytime Mr. Cullen," I teasingly respond. "If I get treated like that every time I work on the weekend, then you can expect to see me here tomorrow as well."

I hear him laugh softly, "Maybe you won't have to wait for the weekends," he answers as he opens the doors to his office and waves his arm in front of him, signaling for me to go first.

What a gentleman.

I glance over my shoulder to see him blatantly checking out my ass.

"Mr. Cullen, you are surely not looking at my ass are you?" I say in a sickeningly, super sweet voice.

"Why, Ms. Swan, I am indeed," he flirts back.

We laugh for a moment or two before Edward pipes up again. "Okay, let's get down to business. We need to find a girl I saw sing last night at a club. She's going to be the next big thing here. Her name is Victoria."

I walk towards the wall of windows, trying to hide my sigh from him, but it doesn't go unnoticed. "Everything alright over there?" he asks me, coming up from behind to wrap his arms around me and kissing the top of my head.

I can't stop myself from leaning back into his embrace.

"Yeah, I'm good. This Victoria, you saw her at Nicci B's?" I ask. I'm not sure where I'm going to go with this, but part of me feels like I should be honest with him about knowing Victoria. Though, there's no way in hell I'm about to tell him that she is really me.

"Yes, she won the karaoke contest last night. The one you were so excited to not have to enter," he tells me. "Were you there? I didn't see you."

Ugh. Now what do I say? I can't tell him the whole truth, and I can't say I was hiding out backstage. He was back there quite a bit and would have seen me.

"Umm… yes, I was there. I, uh, had a date," I nervously tell him. "I saw you, but it was a first date, and I didn't want to, ummm, be rude by talking to other men, ya know?"

I'm so glad my back is to him right now. I've been told I can't lie for shit. My face always gives me away.

"Oh," he sighs. I can feel his body slump down slightly, as if he's sad.

Turning in his embrace, I reach my arms up and around his neck once more. "Edward, don't be like that. It was a first date, and probably a last date as well," I tell him as I kiss him once more on the lips.

He responds instantly, kissing me back fiercely and tightening his hold on my back.

Pulling back he looks at me again, shaking his head. "We should really get to work now."

"Yes, we should. But…" I give him a mischievous grin. "I really don't feel like working today. How about we strike a deal?"

He raises and eyebrow and motions for me to continue.

"How about, you take me out tonight, and I'll get you Victoria's phone number?"

I'm really not sure where my head is now. What am I going to do? Give him MY number and tell him it's Victoria's? He's not stupid. I suppose I can give him the direct line to the condo, but I'm sure that's on file somewhere within this company as well. I suppose I'll figure something out before I have to hand over the number.

"You know Victoria?" he asks with the biggest smile on his face.

"Well, yes, kind of. I've only known her for about a week, but my friends, Rose and Alice, have known her much longer. I'm sure they'll give me her digits, if I ask."

"Then, Ms. Swan, you have a deal. I'll take you out tonight, and you'll give me the number tomorrow?" He reaches his hand out and I take it in mine eagerly. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me one more time. His fingers find themselves into my hair, releasing it from its braid. "I like it when it's loose," he growls at me and steps back to look at me.

"So beautiful," he sighs before grabbing my hand and pulling me to the door. "Come on, I'll drive you home."

He leads me into the parking structure below the building to his car. He opens the passenger door of a sensible looking silver Volvo for me. Once I'm in he walks across the car and settles into the driver's seat, putting my address into his GPS.

"How did you know…?" I trail off. "Never mind, you knew it yesterday when you sent the delivery boy."

He chuckles and backs out of the space.

We don't speak at all as he drives to my condo. He keeps glancing at me, a smile on his face each time. He grasps my hand in his, and pulls it to his lips from time to time, giving it small kisses - some on my knuckles and others on my palm. Every single one of them shoots straight through my heart before traveling down between my legs.

I should probably be uncomfortable with such a quick and total change in our relationship. He's my boss. I shouldn't feel so comfortable with him kissing me so intimately, with him embracing me so confidently, as if we've been a couple for years. But I do.

He pulls up to my building and shuts off the engine. Leaning over me he gives me a chaste kiss on the lips. "I'll pick you up at seven, Isabella. Be dressed to impressed. Tonight, I'm taking you to a black tie affair." He shoots me that sexy smirk again.

My eyes widen in shock. Black tie? What the hell am I going to wear?

He responds as if he can read my thoughts, "I'm sure you'll be gorgeous no matter what you wear."

"Thanks, Edward. I'll see you at seven," I quietly respond as I get out of the car. Walking to the door I turn to wave as he drives off.

What in the name of God just happened?

I'm not entirely sure, but I'd love to find out where this – whatever this is – goes

A/N

Yay! They finally kissed! Who saw that coming? Honestly? I can't say I did when I first started writing this chapter! I'm pretty sure the Bella in my head MADE me let her kiss Edward! I swear, sometimes I feel like I have no control over what those two do!

Chapter 7 is in the works! What do you think will happen at this black tie event? While I have you here- I don't have an actual event to use for my black tie thing yet- leave a review telling me what the event should be for!

Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for reading! Leave me some review love! I read each and every review that comes in, and I do my best to respond to all of them personally! And you never know... I've been known to randomly throw in a teaser for the next chapter!

Until next time... here's a rec for you:

Uptown Reality by lt90: When Bella and Rose move into an apartment that is a work in progress, Bella falls for her gorgeous landlord. Is he handy with more than just a hammer, or will his past hold him back from fixing himself and the apartment? AH cannon pairings.

I can honestly say I love this story and what author Leah has done with it! It's on my favorites list! Go check it out!

MWAH!