Chapter 4 – Crazier
It feels like I'm falling, and I'm lost in your eyes, you make me crazier, crazier, crazier – Taylor Swift
The fresh, leafy smell of the end of fall filled her lungs, and the familiar bobbing of her B-cups calmed her. Running was really the only thing that actually could. Well running, and the sight of the sun at five thirty in the morning.
The pressures of Rosalie's occupation always pressed down hard, like a two hundred pound weight.
It built up stress inside her. People's eyes on her, waiting for her fall so that they could spread gossip around faster then when Britney's hair lost a battle to a pair of scissors.
But she was strong. Getting to the top of a marketing brand as big as Michael Kors was no joke. It was like climbing the Grand Canyon in heals and a micro mini.
As a woman, she fought everyday against the business connotations. But she stomped on those ideas and thoughts. With each stride of her long, Under Armour tight covered legs, every time her Nike Shocks pressed down into the dirt path of Central Park; she stomped on the people that doubted her in college.
Her econ professor at Columbia told her that "business in New York wasn't a woman's field," and that she wouldn't "hack it." But boy was he wrong.
Maino lyrics filled her head while she rounded her fifth mile.
How the h*** could you stop me?
Why in the world would you try?
I go hard forever
That's just how I was designed.
That's just how I was built.
See the look in my eyes?
You take all this from me
And I'm still gon' survive.
Jumping out of her walk-in-closet-size shower, Rosalie grabbed a white cotton towel off of the towel warmer rack in her marble coated bathroom.
After drying her long body, Rosalie tucked her cobalt blue Alexander Wang ruffled blouse into a pair of wide leg gray trousers.
After clipping the top sections of her wavy blond hair back in to a silver clasp and appalling a small amount of mascara to her maybe she's born with them lashes, Rosalie grabbed her usual yogurt and granola out of the refrigerator for breakfast.
Taking out her black Bernardi pea coat of her hall way closet, Rosalie slipped on her black Marc by Marc Jacobs pumps and walked out of her building in Chelsea.
"23rd and 4th please," Rosalie said as she slipped into the back a taxi. She had to talk to her father, before she went to her office. A designer that used to work for the brand was suing because of a stress induced brain aneurysm. She claimed that they had "worked her too hard."
Rosalie needed her father to see if they actually had chance of walking away with something. If the information went public, it could hurt the brand's marketing more than when Michael Phelps lost his endorsement to Kellogg's.
After paying the scruffy faced driver, Rosalie walked towards her father's building.
As she opened the large polished doors, she whacked into something as hard as a wall, causing Rosalie to drop her black file folders and Michael Kors satchel.
"Gawd, look much," she spitted under her breath, realizing it was a rock of a chest she rammed into, as she took a step backwards to stabilize herself.
"I'm so sorry, Miss," the man said as he bent down to grab her belongings.
Offering her items back to her, Rosalie took in the man standing in front of her.
He was a head taller then her, which was surprising since she was five nine. His muscular, broad form reminded Rosalie of the football players she dated at Columbia.
He had brown curly hair that fell to his ears. He was wearing black slacks, and shoes. A navy tie hung from the unbutton buttons of his royal blue dress shirt, that made his light blue eyes pop. They were as blue as the sky on a cloudless day.
Rosalie's heart started to race like when she finished her first marathon three months ago.
The way his hair fell into those eyes made Rosalie want to run her hand through his hair. She had a thing for the brown hair, blue eye combo.
"It's okay, I should actually look where I'm going more often," she said apologetically, as he placed her files back into her arm.
"Rosalie," she said smiling her Orbit white smile, as she offered her hand for him to shake.
"Emmett," he said back, shaking her hand. When his smooth skin touched hers, goosebumps ran up her arm.
He smiled back as he turned to open the second glass door for her.
"Thanks," she said as she walked into the building. Rosalie couldn't help swinging her hips a little as she strutted to the elevator…just in case he was watching.
"Well, you guys should be fine. The evidence is insufficient, the case should be disregarded," Rosalie's dad said from his desk, still in is attorney zone.
He was still looking over the files from the ex-designer. His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as he flipped through the pages again. "Her law firm didn't even bother to write the party's included or the date published!" he said astonished.
"Okay thanks daddy, it would be really bad if this got out," Rosalie said, letting out a huge gust of air from her lungs.
Truthfully, if this case messed up her company, Rosalie would be more depressed then when she saw pictures of Robert Pattinson with short hair.
"Sure sweetie," he said from his large leather desk chair. "I'll write a defense just in case. Are you free for lunch tomorrow? We could go to that bistro on 21st and 3rd mom always talks abo-."
They were interrupted by a knock on the wooden door.
"Come in," Rosalie's father said loudly.
"Excuse me sir, I didn't mean to interrupt," he said opening the door timidly.
"It's alright Emmett, what is it?" Rosalie's father asked.
Oh boy…Emmett. That guy from the door-collision! Insecurities ran through Rosalie's mind faster then an Olympic sprinter.
Was she wearing enough gloss, mascara? Was her hair in frizz mode? Did she have any flyaway hairs anywhere?
"I completed the legal briefs for the McDaniel case…" he said trailing off when Rosalie turned around in her chair to face him.
"Good, let's just finish those contracts now then." He said gesturing for Emmett to come into the room. His voice was both approving and commanding.
"Oh Emmett, have you meet my daughter Rosalie?" he said gesturing to Rosalie like an usher showing teenagers their seats at a movie theater.
Emmett's eyes bugged out of his head a little when he said the word daughter. The boss's daughter.
"Yes daddy, I bumped into him a little earlier," Rosalie said smiling at the man standing in the doorway. Emmett let out a deep boyish chuckle that Rosalie wished to hear again.
"Daddy I'll come back tomorrow to get that report, I have a meeting at eight," Rosalie said as she stood up to grab her folders and bag from the chair. She tried to be as graceful as a ballerina since he was still watching her.
"See you soon honey," he said as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
Rosalie didn't forget to give Emmett her best flirty smile before walking out of her father's office.
Bracing the whipping wind, Bella tightened the belt of her cream colored Burberry pea coat and stepped out of the taxi.
It was her day off, so Bella opted for a pair of black Tory Burch flats and dark wash skinny leg Citizen Jeans as she walked the streets of the Farmers Market.
It was her favorite place to be on, besides with her best friends.
All of the beautiful colors, and fresh aromas calmed her. Like Alice had her closets, and Rosalie had her running, this was Bella's own peaceful heaven.
When large bunches of mint caught her eye, Bella skipping over to the table like a three year old during Christmas.
As she walked, Bella whipped her Blackberry out the blue-is-the-new-black tote she used when shopping for food, and sent a text to Rosalie and Alice.
Audrey Hepburn Night???
-B
She knew they would agree. It was something they did at least twice every month. Bella would make something delicious, and the girls would huddle around in their black Juicy Sweats, with their hair in tight buns and pearls around their necks.
Yes, Yes, Yes!!!!
-A
Can't Wait
-R
Preoccupied with the meal she was planning out in her head, Bella didn't notice that someone was standing next to her until she reached out to grab a set of parsley, and he did as well.
Knocking their hands together by accident, Bella turned her head up to come eye to eye with the Chef from the restaurant that she ate at the other night.
Oh gosh what was his name? Chef…Chef…What was it?
"Sorry, go ahead," he said gesturing to the herb.
He was wearing a navy Lactose Polo under a Nike zippered jacket. To Bella's disappointment, a navy New York Yankees hat covered his copper colored hair.
"Oh, it's okay," she said smiling as she turned to look at him. When his sea green eyes meet Bella's amber eyes, his face broke out in a crooked smile that made Bella giddy.
"Didn't you come to my restaurant last week?" he asked.
"Yes. My friends and I did, best halibut I've ever had," she said casing him to smile even wider. "I'm Bella," she said offering her hand.
"Edward, and thank you, your very kind," he said shaking her hand. It was like lava, erupting from Bella's core. He must have felt it too, because he didn't let go of her moisturized hand for ten seconds.
Yes Bella counted them in her head.
"So what are you making?" he asked, finally letting go of her hand.
"I'm not sure yet, my friends and I are having an Audrey Hepburn night," she replied and then mentally smacked herself in the head for sounding like such an idiot.
"Breakfast at Tiffany's or Roman Holiday?" he asked, letting out a small chuckle.
Ahhhhh he knows Audrey! That gave him extra points on her Edward is a Hottie list.
"Both," she said, relieved that he didn't think she was a wack-job.
As the afternoon fell, Bella and Edward continued to walk side by side in the market. They talked about meals they have made in the past, places they have been.
Occasionally their hands would brush together sending a sparks through Bella's core. She wanted to hold his hand, have his arm around her shoulders, to lean into him.
It was sort of like when Alice and Rosalie had bought Bella her first Birken. She just wanted to hold on and not let go.
They were at the far end of the market when Edward's smooth voice broke Bella out of her trance.
"Bella, I know this is sort of sudden," Edward said looking down at his white Nikes. "Well, I was just wondering…if I could maybe make you dinner sometime?"
Bella could hardly contain herself, she felt like she was about to jump out of her skin.
"I'd love that," she said smiling more brightly then when she heard that Zac Posen was coming out with a new line of party dresses.
Reaching into her tote, she grabbed her brown coach wallet and took out one of her business cards.
"My cell phone numbers on the back," she said offering him the card.
The smell of Bella's cooking enveloped Alice as she walked through their penthouse door.
Work was busy as always. They were preparing for a print add for Francisco's new collection, so that required models. Alice's job was to cast all of them.
Despite her schedule, she still had that Kline model on her mind. It was like he was imprinted in her head. Every time she saw a navy shirt, she thought of his eyes-picturing them sparkle.
Alice really needed to talk to her friends. She needed to let them know she was in major crush mode.
"Hey B, I'm back," Alice shouted from the doorway.
"Hey Al, Rose will be here in ten," she said from the kitchen.
"Kay, I'm gona change," Alice said as she walked into her bedroom. She didn't know if she should
a) tell her friends
b) remain in silent crush mode
Deciding on option a, Alice slid her Luca Luca print dress off her small shoulders and pulled on her black Juicy Sweats. They were a must for Audrey night.
After grabbing her Channel pearls, Alice walked to the kitchen and found Rosalie sitting on their counter who was chatting with Bella while she lifted her roasted chicken from the oven.
"Hey Rose, B… I have to talk to you guys," Alice said leaning against the counter.
"Yeah I have to tell you guys something too," Bella said sliding off her purple oven mitts.
"Same here," said Rosalie as she slipped down from the counter top.
"Okay, how about we say what we need to at the same time," Alice said. The girls nodded their heads in agreement and giggled at the new game Alice had just created.
"Kay, on three. One, two…" she said trailing off.
"I'm crushing," the three girls said simultaneously.
Thank you, Thank you for all the reviews. You guys are cooler then my Taylor Swift addition of Teen Vogue!
Ohmygoodness! The "La Push Gang" actors for New Moon were finally announced the other day. If you haven't already seen pictures, you need to look up the guy that is going to play Paul. Now I love Taylor Lautner very much, but this guy is hot x 10! ( ***waves hand in front of face for relief)
Micheal Kors is the name of one of my favorite designers, sorry for the confusion.
As always thank you for reading
xoxo
Lex
P.S. It would be really awesome if all the people that alerted my story wrote a review, but don't feel like you have to (is my attempt at reverse pyscology working on ya?)