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I hope you all liked the last few chapters! I've told you all before though, there will be bumps in the road. We're about to hit the first one! It's only a small one though. Don't want to throw too much at you at once!

Big thanks to TheUnderStudy for being my beta! I heart her! She's amazing and makes my story sparkle! ;-)

Last time we saw Edward and Bella they were about to spend Sunday together! Let's see what happens next:

Chapter 10

EPOV

Today is going to be a great day!

I am floating on cloud nine. It's Monday morning and I'm about to head to work. For once, I can't wait to get there. It's only because I know that Bella will be there.

We had a wonderful day yesterday. Bella took me down to the Pike Place Market where we spent the day walking around, sampling foods from local vendors and talking, getting to know each other better. And of course we shopped. She even let me buy her a scarf. I couldn't help myself. She was trying it on and it was simply stunning on her. It was made from a blood red silk which contrasted her pale skin beautifully. As she wrapped the fabric around her neck I could only think of using it to tie her up, so I bought it. Hopefully I'll get the chance to play that little fantasy out.

Later on we had a nice dinner on the water's edge and strolled around the bay hand in hand. We literally spent all day together. I didn't bring her back home until well after dark and I couldn't have been happier about that if I tried. Well, unless she had stayed the night again.

I can't wait to see her!

With a huge smile on my face, I head out to work.

The moment I take my first step into the office building my heart starts racing in anticipation of seeing Bella. I had stopped to get coffee for her before coming in. She mentioned she was a sucker for a Starbuck's vanilla latte yesterday. And well, I'm becoming a sucker for her, so I got her one.

My smile fades as I approach my office. Bella's not here. I look around quickly and don't see her purse or coat; no sign that she's been here yet. Frowning, I set the coffee on her desk and walk into my office.

Where is she?

I take off my suit jacket and hang it up before I sit at my desk. Glancing at my watch I realize, that Bella is not actually late. In fact, I am half an hour earlier than normal. I must have been so absorbed with getting to see her again that I hadn't paid any attention to the actual time until now.

You are lame, Cullen. Getting all worked up over seeing a girl, who you last saw less than twelve hours ago.

Before I have time to dwell on my thoughts, the door opens and Bella walks in quickly, a stack of papers in one arm and a steaming mug of tea in the other. She knows me so well.

"Bella," I breathe out quietly. I feel a huge smile settle onto my face.

She smiles at me, but quickly frowns. "Mr. Cullen, good morning," she clips, placing the tea and papers on my desk. She runs through my schedule for the day before turning to leave. I can't help but notice there's something off about her. She's not looking me in the eye and her tone of voice is practically arctic. This isn't the Bella I spent the weekend with and it's definitely not the Isabella I know to be my assistant. This woman is detached, cold and generally just in a bad mood.

"Bella, wait," I call after her. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me, Mr. Cullen, I'm fine," she says coolly, not even bothering to turn around to face me. She closes the door behind her as she leaves.

Alight, something is definitely wrong, and for the life of me I can't think of what that could be. Shaking my head, I decide to let it go, figuring we all have bad days. I assume if anything is truly wrong, she'll tell me. But I can't quiet the voice in my head that's telling me that when a woman says "I'm fine" they're usually anything but.

God, I hope she doesn't regret this weekend.

I loosen my tie, take a sip of my tea and look at the stack of papers that had been left on my desk. There's a bright orange post it note stuck to the top page with a message from Bella.

E- Here's is Victoria's phone number, as promised.

A brief smile graces my lips as I remove the note and look it over. I fight the urge to call immediately as I place it on my desk phone. It's too early to call just yet. I'll wait until after lunchtime.

I pull the first few sheets off the big stack and with a longing glance towards the door, I get to work. I try my hardest to get through the stack, but I can't focus. I find myself worrying about the most beautiful girl in the world, who is sitting on the other side, even though I'm trying not to.

What the hell is her problem today?

I make a decision to do my best to drop it. The more I think about it, the worse I feel. If I dwell on the subject I know I'll end up blaming myself for her bad day, and I'm not entirely sure if it's my fault. For all I know she's PMSing or something.

After a while, I manage to get some work done, but Bella's attitude hasn't changed throughout the morning. To be honest, it is starting to wear me thin. The whole morning has been filled with the same short and clipped conversations with Bella. She isn't being rude, but she isn't exactly polite either. She seems as if she can't wait to get away from me when we're in the same room. She still refuses to make eye contact and every time I try to ask her something personal or say something sweet, which admittedly was quite a bit, she changes the topic. Plus, she's shrugging off every tiny touch I place on her and not once does she call me 'Edward' nor did she accept my invitation to lunch.

I sigh. She obviously doesn't want anything to do with me. I have no clue why, but I know I'm not misreading her silent signals.

Feeling hurt and rejected I head out around noon for my lunch hour. As I get to my car I decide to cut my day short instead and head back to the hotel. I don't even call Bella personally to tell her, I simply email her from my phone to let he know I was going to be gone for the rest of the day and to reschedule any appointments I had.

Wuss. You'll never know what's wrong if you run away from her.

The nagging voice in my head is wrong today. I have tried to figure her out, it didn't work. She's pushing me away. How else can I find out what's wrong with her if she won't tell me? The whole situation is a fucking mess, and I am angry that I don't have the ability to fix it. So instead of making a bad situation worse, I simple removed myself from it and went home.

BPOV

I went to bed last night happy, elated and satisfied. Only to wake feeling as if everything Edward and I did these past two days was just plain wrong.

I'm not saying I didn't have a good weekend. I can't recall ever having a better time with a man. Ever. We danced on Saturday and had the most intense sex that night then spent all day Sunday just hanging out and having a good time. I couldn't have planned a better weekend for myself if I tried.

I wasn't even plagued by my normal nightmare Sunday night. Instead my dreams were filled with Edward lying naked in my bed, Edward naked on a beach, and Edward's naked body on top of mine. I finally dreamed of Edward and I in a church, on our wedding day. I was walking down the aisle in a beautiful white dress, but had to stop halfway down to answer a business call for him. By the time I got to him, we were transported to the office, but we were both in our wedding clothes. It was odd, to say the least.

I woke up from that dream thoroughly freaked out. The man I spent the past two days screwing, kissing, and dreaming about is my boss. I can't date him. Not only is he my boss but he's a man with a certain reputation. He's not the dating sort. He's known to be a love'em and leave'em kind of guy. Suddenly I don't feel so great about the whole situation.

Sighing, I throw the covers off and get out of bed. Today is going to be hard. I know what I have to do. I have to shut out Edward. I can be his assistant, but thinking I can be anything more is just ridiculous. It would never work. No matter how bad I'd want it to.

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My morning is shit. I know I should talk to Edward about my concerns and issues, but I can't bring myself to do so. Instead I've managed to erect a stone wall between the two of us. I can't bear to look him in the eye or touch me. I can tell my 'Ice Queen' demeanor is hurting him, but I just don't know what else to do.

Way to be a passive aggressive bitch, Bella.

My heart broke when he slumped off to go to lunch. He had asked me to join and I rudely denied his request by saying something along the lines of "some of us have real work to do." The saddened look on his face told me more than he could ever know. It pains me to see him looking like that because of me. I feel horrible about that. It was never my intention to hurt him like that. Sighing to myself after he's gone I realize what a huge mistake I've made. I've handled, or not handled, this all wrong. It's time to put on the big girl panties and just tell him what's going on.

An hour later I'm slouching back in my chair, frowning at my computer. I've been sitting here for my entire lunch hour waiting to talk to Edward. My eyes are focused on the entry way and I haven't moved. I don't do any work and I refused to leave my desk so I wouldn't miss him when he came back in. It's now one o'clock in the afternoon and he hasn't returned yet.

He's probably mad at you by now; you shouldn't have been a bitch to him, you should have talked to him and you really should have just gone with him to lunch when he asked.

Yeah. I know all of this. I'm a horrible person.

Sighing, I go over what I want to tell him again. I want to tell him that I know I have been nothing but a big time bitch to him today. I want to tell him that it's not that I don't like him or that I don't want to be all kissy face, touchy feely with him and what not, it's just that we're at work. And the cold hard truth of the matter hit me this morning… he's my boss and deep down, I know that what we've done all weekend was wrong and probably should have never happened.

I want to remind him that I'm feeling as if we're not supposed to dating. Let alone kissing, sucking, fucking and spending the entire weekend together as a couple. I'm not even sure if we're even allowed to be dating. I'm pretty sure there's something in the corporate policies that says something along those lines.

I need to tell him that I'm not trying to convey that I didn't enjoy every last minute of my weekend. I did enjoy it, very much so. I enjoyed every kiss, lick and longing look he gave me. I'm just freaking out about it all.

He needs to be told about the looks I've been getting from the other secretaries and assistants today. They aren't helping things much, even though I'm sure it's because they all saw the picture of Edward and I in the paper yesterday. Thankfully, no one has asked about it. I'm not sure what I would say if they did. God only knows what's being said about the two of us right now. Thinking about it just freaks me out even more.

I know there's no way for Edward to know that all of that is going through my head, and he needs to know it.

"Stupid picture, stupid paper, stupid girl," I mutter to myself as I sit up straight to get back to work. I may as well do something productive while I wait. You know, the whole a watched pot never boils sort of thing.

"Um, excuse me, Bella?" A voice startles me from my quiet ranting.

Looking up I see a familiar face. "Jacob? What are you doing here?" I ask once I get over my initial shock, he's the last person I expected to see today.

"Hi, I didn't mean to scare you. But I've been standing here for a moment and you didn't seem to notice me," he explains.

See, this is the kind of crap that happens when you date your boss! You think about him, all the fucking time, and your job performance slips.

I groan internally at my thoughts.

"I'm so sorry about that, I was just thinking about a few things I need to go over with Mr. Cullen," I say.

"Sure sure. I was in the building and thought I'd drop by. Uh, Mr. Cullen gave me his card Friday night and told me to call you about making an appointment with him."

I had no idea Edward had given Jacob his card. I try not to let the surprise show on my face, but I must have done a poor job at it.

"He didn't tell you, did he?" Jacob asks.

"Sorry, no. He hasn't, but I'm sure it just slipped his mind," I try to cover for my boss. He didn't mention Jake once on Saturday when he called me in, only Victoria. But I'm not about to tell that to the hopeful face in front of me.

Not to mention he was a little preoccupied when you came in on Saturday as well, you know when you kissed him.

"Let's see what we can do," I say quickly, trying to push the mental images of me kissing Edward out of my brain. I glance at my computer and flip through Edward's calendar. "I can slip you in for a few minutes first thing tomorrow morning, around eight, if that's alright with you. Otherwise it won't be until next month, June fifteenth or so."

I look up to see Jacob with a hundred watt smile on his russet-colored face. His head bobs up and down so fast I think it might fall off. I take that to mean he doesn't mind first thing in the morning. It's then that I notice he's wearing a pizza delivery uniform.

"Um, Jacob? What's with the pizza delivery outfit?" I inquire.

He gives me a sheepish grin and shrugs his shoulders. His hand moves to the back of his neck as he looks around, trying to not look me in the eyes.

"Come on, what's the deal? A custodian, flower delivery guy and now a pizza boy? What's up?" I try again, keeping my tone light.

Taking a deep breath he answers. "Okay, I'll tell you, but please don't call security. I'm not a nut job, really." He flashes his mega-watt white smile briefly.

He looks worried, but I wave my hand for him to continue. "So, I don't actually have any of those jobs, I uh, have kinda been sneaking in the building posing as different workers to get the chance to give my demo CD to the right person."

It takes a second for my brain to catch up with what he's said. When it does I laugh uncontrollably.

A few moments later, I see he's upset. I get my giggles under wraps and smile at Jacob. "You know, I thought that sort of shit only happened in the movies?"

He chuckles a bit and shrugs his shoulders again. "I didn't know what else to do."

I picked up my phone and showed it to him. "You could have just called and made an appointment," I grin at him. "You may have had to wait a month or so, but you would have been able to meet with one of the A&R guys. And you wouldn't have had to do everyone else's' jobs."

"I suppose, but if I hadn't done all of this I never would have met you," he waggles his eyebrows at me, a grin finally playing on his face.

"I suppose you're right. I do appreciate the help you gave me the first time we met and the fact that you brought flowers all the way to my condo, but next time, just call. Okay?"

"Sure thing, Bella. See you tomorrow morning," he parts with a wave.

Laughing one more time, I get back to work and open the email program. Immediately I notice a message from Edward. The time stamp says it was sent a few minutes after noon.

To: Isabella Swan

From: Edward Cullen

Subject: Today

Ms. Swan,

I will not be returning to the office this afternoon. Please cancel and reschedule any remaining appointments for the day.

Mr. Cullen.

Well, that just sucks. But it's just my luck as well. As soon as I find the balls to explain why I've been a bitch to him, he decides to not come back. That's just not going to do. A plan formulates in my head.

I close the email program and open the calendar again, double checking the schedule for the rest of the day. There's only one meeting Edward is supposed to attend. I quickly call the secretary of the Junior VP he's scheduled with and tell her we'll have to reschedule and I'll call her back tomorrow.

I make sure the "out of office" message is set on the voicemail and email, lock up Edward's office and grab my things to leave. Within minutes I'm down stairs getting into a cab, telling the driver to take me to the Sorrento Hotel.

Part of me knows that this is a silly thing to do. For all I know something came up and he had to take care of it. But deep down, I know that's not why he didn't come back after lunch. I instinctually know it's because of me and the way I've treated him this morning.

I throw some bills at the cabbie as we pull up to the entrance. "Thanks," I say before heading into the hotel and straight to the elevators, the click clack of my heels reverberate off the tile floor.

I take a deep breath once I'm inside, trying to calm down. I'm angry and I have no reason to be. I'm not angry at Edward. It's not exactly his fault I've been horrible to him all day. I'm just angry at the situation and at myself for allowing this shit to get out of hand. I take one more big breath as the elevator dings and stops on his floor.

I quietly knock when I get to his door. There's no answer, so I try again, knocking a little louder.

"What?" an angry shirtless Edward yanks the door open, startling me. His eyes soften briefly when he sees me there, but they quickly turn to steel again as he barks, "What do you want?"

See, I told you he was mad at you.

I just stand there. I have no right to be here. I just feel bad that I am the reason he left work and I want the chance to explain that. But now that I'm here, facing a very angry Edward, I don't have the guts to admit any of it. So instead, I turn sharply and start walking away.

I don't make it more than two steps down the hall before a hand is wrapped around my wrist. "Bella, what's going on?" a somewhat calmer Edward asks.

"It's wrong, Edward, all of this. It's just…wrong." I turn to look at him, and the tears I didn't know I had begin to roll down my cheeks.

Two strong arms wrap around my body, pulling me to Edward's muscular, naked chest. His hand strokes my hair as he whispers quietly in my ear.

"Shhh. I've got you, it's okay. I'm sorry I snapped at you," he tells me over and over, until I calm down enough to look him in the eye.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been Super Bitch to you today. I waited for you to come back from lunch. I wanted to explain," I say, wiping the last few tears away. "When I got your email, I just reacted, and came to find you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come."

"Enough. Come on, let's go inside and we'll talk about what's bugging you." He releases his hold on me, keeping my hand and leads me back to his suite.

Part of me knows I should probably just leave, but I can't find the will to pull away from his grasp.

We enter his room and he settles me on the couch in the small sitting area. He pours us both drinks before he sits down next to me. We're both silent for what feels like an eternity, but is probably only a few minutes, neither of us seeming to know how to start.

"So, you wanted to explain things to me?" he asks quietly, sipping on his drink.

"Yeah, shit. Edward, here's the thing," I start, but am quickly interrupted.

"You don't want to see me do you?" He hangs his head and frowns.

Fuck! What have I done to this beautiful, strong man?

"Seriously? Is that what you think I'm here for? You think I would rush out of the office, in the middle of the day, just to come all the way here to tell you I didn't want to see you anymore?"

He just shrugs his sad shoulders and nods his head yes.

"Edward, look at me," I pause, tilting his chin up with my finger when he doesn't move. "That's not why I'm here. I really, really enjoyed our time together this weekend."

"Me too," he whispers.

"I'm just worried. Freaked out is probably a better description. Reality reared its ugly head as soon as I woke up this morning. You're my boss, and I can't help but think that what we did this weekend was wrong in some way."

I continue on, explaining exactly what happened, about my dream and the ensuing freak out I put upon both of us this morning. I talk quickly, sounding more like Alice than myself, but it doesn't take long for everything to tumble out.

I sit back when I'm done, trying not to cry again. I hate that I hurt him and I know, in my heart, that nothing that happened this weekend was wrong. It felt way too good to be wrong. And that scares the ever living shit out of me.

A few minutes pass by before Edward answers.

"So, basically, you freaked out because I'm your boss?" he asks.

I nod. "Yes, I suppose that would be the simple way to sum it up," I answer.

"Bella, I don't normally condone office romances, but there's nothing in the corporate policy that says we can't be together," he tells me. "Personally, I think we're both adult enough and professional enough, to behave appropriately while we're at work."

I nod again and feel some of the pressure begin to lift from my shoulders.

"Besides, I'm everyone's boss here. What's anyone going to do if we do decide to be together?" he chuckles and turns to face me.

I find myself smiling with him, the weight of my freak out is gone and I feel calmer than I have all day. I do, however, kick myself on the inside for not voicing my concerns earlier. This whole day should have been so much better.

"Don't worry your pretty little head," he says as he cups my cheek in his large hand. "It'll be okay. We can figure everything out as we go."

I place my hand on his and turn my head, kissing his palm. "I know. I trust you."

With a smile he moves his hand so it's on the back of my neck and slowly pulls me into a searing, promising kiss. My lips open immediately for him; his tongue languidly explores my mouth as his hand moves to my back, pulling me closer.

I kiss him back with abandon, wrapping my arms around his neck and moving myself to straddle his lap. He groans in appreciation as I allow myself to grind on his growing erection. I kiss him harder as he finds my hair and tugs on it slightly. "Edward," I rasp.

"Bella," he answers, his lips move from mine and travel across my cheek to my ear where he nibbles and sucks lightly on the lobe, earning a sharp hiss from me.

"God, that feels so good," I tell him as he continues to lick every inch of exposed skin. He's in the process of unbuttoning my blouse when my phone begins to beep, indicating I have a text message.

"Baby, do you need to get that?" he asks, as he sheds my shirt from my body, his tongue licking across my now exposed chest, gently tracing along the lace of my bra.

I shake my head, pulling his head up to mine so I can kiss him once more. I am immediately interrupted again by another beep. And then another. And another.

Shit.

"This better be fucking important," I say to myself as I reluctantly pull away from Edward to reach backward to get my purse off the coffee table. I quickly find my phone as it beeps yet again.

Holding the phone between us I check the messages. They're all from Victoria. Well, from Rose or Alice, but from Victoria's new phone.

"Babe? I don't mean to be rude by reading your messages, but are those messages from Victoria? The Victoria, from the club?" Edward asks hopefully. "I've been trying to call her since I left the office, but she hasn't answered."

Double shit!

"Uh, yeah, Edward, they are," I answer, not looking up from my phone. It's not like I can lie about it. He can see the message and he already knows that I kind of know her. I decide the truth, at least a version of it, is necessary and won't hurt anything.

"She says you tried to call her earlier and when she called back we weren't there. So she's letting me know that she'll be performing with a local cover band tonight. She wanted me to relay the details to you."

"Really? She's singing tonight?" His face lights up like a kid on Christmas and he starts to nibble on my neck again. "Where and when? We'll be there. You and me."

Triple shit!

I hadn't anticipated Edward asking me to go with him, though I probably should have. I'm pretty sure his kissing on my neck has something to do with my lack of foresight. I gently push him off me, so I can think straight for a moment or two.

"Uh, I kind of have plans tonight. You go; it's you she needs to see anyways, not me. I'm sure I'll hear all about it later. From both of you," I say, hoping that Edward doesn't push the issue.

His face falls, "You don't want to go with me?"

"Oh Edward! Come on! You know that's not what I said," I tell him, looking up at him, running my hand through his messy hair. "I said I had plans. And before you get all guy-like and upset, no, it's not a date."

"Can't you change your plans? Please, Bella? For me?" he whines.

"No, Edward, I can't," I firmly tell him, hoping he won't ask for details. "Please, just drop it? For me?"

Yeah, I totally turned his words around and used them against him. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

"Fine, I'll drop it. But know that I will be thinking of you all night long," he says with a wink, as he tries to get at my throat again.

I laugh and tilt my head for him. I can't help it. He's too damn cute and his lips feel too damn good.

"How about this, the show will be at The Switch, and I won't be far away, so I'll see about stopping in before I head home. Okay?" I offer. I'm probably stupid for even putting that in his mind, but hopeful that I can make it work.

I can feel him smile against my skin. He pulls back and looks at me. The goofy grin that spreads across his face is enough to do me in. Somehow, someway, Bella will make an appearance tonight as well. I'll have to figure out something with Alice and Rose, but come hell or high water, I will be there with him. Well, after Victoria's done singing.

"Okay, smiley. How about you take me for a late lunch now, and I'll see what I can do about meeting up with you later tonight?" I suggest as my tummy is now rumbling. It's only been about an hour since I saw his email and rushed over, but I skipped my lunch and I'm starving now.

"Uh uh, I have something better in mind," he says, as he reaches around and unclasps my bra. He pulls the lace away slowly. "Let's have dessert first and then I'll call for room service."

"Mmmm, I like that plan," I tell him, as his tongue travels around my nipple.

We spend the afternoon not moving from the sofa. Edward worships my body with his mouth and tongue. He sets my entire body on fire before he finally joins us in the most intimate of ways. His lovemaking is slow and steady and he brings me to my release several times before he allows his own.

Once we finish and clean ourselves up we decide to head out for an early dinner instead of ordering room service. We end up at a lovely Italian place not far from the hotel where we share a huge plate of rigatoni parmesan and bottle of wine.

I glance at my watch as our dessert of tiramisu is being served. It's five o'clock. I'm late. Alice and Rose are going to kill me.

"Fuck me!" I groan out, when I look at my watch.

"Gladly," smiles Edward, as he takes a bite of the decadent treat between us.

I snort at him. "Ha ha ha. Very funny. I meant, I'm late. I have to get home so I can get ready for my night."

"You sure?" he asks.

"Yes, I am sure. I am sure that I will find you later tonight, alright?"

He nods and stands from the table, coming around to help me from my seat. Throwing some money on the table he takes my hand and leads us to the exit. "Come on then, let's get you home."

I hail a cab and Edward treats me to a passionate kiss before I can get in. "I'll see you soon," he murmurs.

"Later, Edward," I wave at him as I head home.

EPOV

It pains me to turn and walk away from where I've just watched Bella's cab disappear into traffic. I have no clue what's going on with this thing between us, but watching her leave a few moments ago was more difficult than it should have been.

You'll see her in a few hours you moron.

Even that thought doesn't do anything to ease my mind. I still feel like a douche bag for leaving her at the office earlier. Even if I was mad at her at the time, I shouldn't have left like that.

She came to you though.

I smile at that thought, as I make my way towards the hotel. That she did. I was impressed and a little shocked when I answered the door. I certainly didn't expect Bella to show up at the hotel when I didn't come back to work. I'm glad she did though. I'm really glad that we were able to talk about what had been bugging her.

If I am totally honest with myself, I would have to admit that I had worried a little bit about the same thing. While what I told her was the truth, there is no company rule that prevents us from being together; it does concern me a bit. I don't believe either of us will slack in our jobs or anything like that. I'm more worried about what could happen if things don't work out well. I can't stand the thought of that though.

Then don't fuck it up.

I shake my head, trying to rid it of the vile idea of not being with Bella. I replace the offending thoughts with much better images from this afternoon. Every last one of them is of Bella. Bella as she's straddling my lap. Bella as she's straddling my lap topless. My lips and tongue traveling all over her naked body as it lay sprawled along the sofa. My rock hard dick as it enters her soft, wet pussy.

I shake my head again, I have to stop this line of thinking also, or else I'll be sporting a painfully hard woody for the rest of the walk back to the hotel.

I think about where I'm going tonight instead. I can hardly believe my luck that I was around when Bella got those messages from Victoria. I had tried to call her from the hotel, but only got her voicemail. But now, thanks to my Bella, I get to see Victoria perform again tonight.

I'm very curious to see how Victoria handles tonight. I already know she'll put on an amazing show, but singing with a live band is very different than singing along to a karaoke soundtrack. One has to be able to adapt and change accordingly to the music. A cover band doesn't necessarily play the song the way the original artists do. It's always interesting to hear how they put their own spin on a song.

I also hope Bella will be able to show up before Victoria is done. I really want to share this with her. And of course, I just want to spend as much time with her as possible.

You want to spend your time IN her.

Yeah, that too.

Once I get back to my room, I shower quickly and go about getting ready for the evening, opting to wear jeans, a black dress shirt and boots. I do my best to tame the wild mess of hair on my head, but fail miserably. It's not that big of a deal; if I have my wish tonight then Bella's small hands will just be pulling it anyways.

I smile at my thoughts and grab my wallet and keys. I double check my appearance and head back out of the hotel with visions of Bella dancing in my head.

End Note:

Whew! So glad Bella got her head out of her ass and went after Edward! She's not stupid, she's just scared. We'll find out why later on! But trust me, there's a reason why she thought the things she did! I'd love to hear your theories though, of why Bella's so freaked out by Edward being her boss!

Chapter 11 is with beta- and I will post that as normal next Friday! Chapter 12 is in the works! And my-oh-my you guys are in for some lemonade in the future! I'm having hot flashes just thinking about it! -)

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Until Friday...
~Robin~