At the Office,continued…

Disney movies give such false delusions that I think they should be sued.

Okay, not really, since I love Disney World, and movies like Aladdin and Cinderella are classics, but when Cindy Ella over there wakes up to birds chirping, she doesn't want to strangle them.

Like me.

Another reason to hate tequila – the hangovers are absolutely terrible. And I know that almost all alcohol will give you horrifying hangovers, but it seems that tequila always gives the worst.

I really don't understand why I drink it.

I woke up on my couch, groaning. My head was pounding and my neck was stiff from lack of a proper pillow.

"Morning glory, my ass," I muttered into my arms.

I pulled myself off the couch tiredly, pausing to glare at the shade-less window in the living room where the sounds of cheerful, chirping birds were causing noise. I growled. I'm an animal lover as much as the next person, but let's just say if I had a slingshot, there would be a conduction of target practice in my apartment.

Tequila causes scary reactions, people.

I shuffled into my small kitchen to make a much needed cup of coffee. I was planning on drinking it black – it was bitter and definitely not my taste, but straight coffee was the best remedy for straight tequila.

As I waited for the coffee to brew (ever so slowly, as it seemed), I quickly changed into comfortable pajama shorts and a sleep shirt. I hadn't changed from my clubbing clothes last night (having passed out on the couch), and the zipper on the front of my dress was pressing painfully into my skin.

It wasn't until I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking my coffee when all of last night came back to me in a rush.

Edward Cullen. Me. Our lips and tongues. Me straddling him. Feeling each other all over. The electricity whenever he touched me…

Oh. My. Gosh.

I dropped my cup of coffee abruptly (thank God it was plastic), not even really taking in the spillage until my skin started burning painfully.

"Ouch! Shit!" I quickly yanked off my sleep shirt, stamping on it like it was on fire. After about five seconds of that stupidity, I picked it up and threw it in my hamper. I cleaned up my mess, and it served as a pretty good distraction from Edward and all that happened the night before.

But my distraction was over soon – too soon – and memories of the club unwelcomingly invaded my mind. I groaned and picked myself off from the floor.

"Time to drown myself in the shower," I groaned to myself in humiliation.

By Sunday at noon, I had gone from horrified at myself to slightly panicky since I would have to go back to work the next day. I also promised myself I would never drink tequila again.

I was sitting on the couch, finally picking up Love Unchained and started to read over it. I had my trusty red Sharpie pen in my hand for correcting mistakes. I flipped open to my stopping point from Friday and began to read. The main characters and lovers, Cynthia and Drew, had just "randomly" met up in a crowded club, and after a few moments of awestruck staring (even though they had just seen each other the previous night) they moved toward each other, meeting in (surprise!) the center of the dance floor.

Cynthia looked up into Drew's big, blue eyes. Normally, they represented blue topazes, but at the moment, they were dark like sapphires. Cynthia knew what the darkening on his irises was – it meant he was feeling particularly lustful at the moment.

Could that mean that he was lustful… for her?

I couldn't hold back the snort that escaped. The author, Tanya Denali, was completely mediocre and incredibly boring. Her characters were often oblivious in the stupidest ways – Cynthia and Drew had already had sexual intercourse four times, oral sex five times, and did hand jobs/fingering seven times each. I was a little more than a third done with the book, and there wasn't much plot except for I wonder if Drew/Cynthia likes me?, when the answer was obviously yes.

As I continued reading – Drew and Cynthia had progressed to an empty room in the club and were going for a fifth time for sexual intercourse and were hitting foreplay – and I let my mind wander; I was only partially reading the manuscript. Quickly, though, my imagination ran wild, mixing together with the story I was currently reading.

He pushed her back into the couch somewhat roughly, and she let out a groan. Edward threw off Bella's pink corset-looking shirt quickly, and Bella quickly tore his shirt apart, buttons popping off and flying around in many directions.

Edward flashed Bella a quick smile before he tugged her out of her mini skirt. He gave a moan of delight when he discovered she wasn't wearing underwear. She gave him a smirk, and she made sounds of approval as she looked up a down his toned, beautiful chest.

He also smirked in response before unclipping her bra and bending down –

I quickly jolted out of my daydream as I felt my body temperature increase dramatically.

I was unnerved – how could I daydream about Edward Cullen? And in such context!

Even though I was slightly disgusted with myself, I couldn't help reliving the image of a shirtless Edward. I meant it in the club when I told him he should walk around shirtless all the time at work…

…or without anything else on…

Jamming my fists into my eyes, I managed to focus on other things. Not Edward involved things, at least. I turned back to the Love Unchained manuscript in my hand and sighed before starting to read again.

Cynthia let out a rather loud moan as Drew worked his magic. His fingers grazed softly over her abdomen, causing goose bumps to break out along the area.

Bella tugged down Edward's jeans, excited to see what was beyond the blue fabric. She was pleasurably surprised when she saw Edward was also going commando –

I groaned loudly in irritation. Throwing my red Sharpie pen on the coffee table in frustration, I placed my head in my hands. I stayed there for a few, long moments, before picking up the manuscript, for what I hoped, would be the last time.

Bella relished in the feel of Edward's –

This was going to be a long day.

I managed to get to a stopping point at about three quarters of the book done on Sunday, but I also had to take three cold showers and two random calls to Rosalie to get my mind of Edward. Raunchy romance novels seemed to get me more... um, stimulated, when it involved me and Edward…

I shook those thoughts away as fast as I could, though the mental images of Edward were…

Ahem. Anyway.

It was Monday morning and I clutched my coffee tightly, keeping an eye out for Mike Newton. I hadn't worn a work jacket today (on Rosalie's orders – she had also ordered me to wear my hair down) and it would be awful if my coffee spilled on it. Not to mention I needed caffeine. It was Monday, after all.

I was practically squealing when I stepped into the elevator giddily; I hadn't run into Mike at all. It looks like today will be better than Monday, I thought to myself, already cheerful. But that might've been the coffee.

I continued to believe today would be a good day when I walked past Lauren's secretarial desk and saw she wasn't there. I wouldn't have to deal with her whining and bitching at me what happened at the club between me and –

I shook that thought away quickly and breezed into the office, a slight smile on my face. It was wiped clean when I heard a quiet, musical voice say, "Hello, Bella."

I turned to Edward. He looked slightly somber, his usual smirk gone. For some reason, the emotions displayed across his face made me unhappy, but that wasn't the only reason why I was unhappy. When he spoke, simply spoke, my heart started thumping erratically.

I had no control of it whatsoever.

"Hi, Edward," I said, as if he were just a mere man that I could care less about. Yeah right, a rather loud voice inside my head said. I told it to shut up.

He looked even more pained. "Bella, can I –"

He wanted to talk – he'd say that Friday was all a mistake and I'd agree of course (I think) and then go back to smirking as per usual. For some reason, the idea panicked me.

"Sorry, Edward," I cut across, keeping my voice neutral and steady and un-panicky. "I have lots of raunchy romances to edit." Why did I just say that? I asked myself wildly.

Edward opened his mouth once more to emit words, but I brushed past him before he could.

As soon as I was in my cubicle, safe, I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding.

"Hey Bella," came a chipper voice from outside my cubicle. Startled, I fell out of my chair, and rotated my head slightly to see a very highly amused Angela. "Didn't mean to startle you," she said, having difficulty holding in her repressed laughter.

"Hi," I sighed and picked myself up. I ran my hand through my slightly mussed hair and sat down in my revolving chair again.

"So, are you still coming with me tonight?" she asked, grinning still.

"Huh?" I said, disoriented.

Angela's smile lessened somewhat. "Remember? You said you would come meet the wedding planner with me after work?"

"Oh! Right," I said, scrambling to remember when I agreed to this. Oh yeah. At Club Inattendu on Friday.

My mind had kept rewinding and re-showing my Friday night, though it mostly centered on the part where Edward was involved. I wanted to ponder about this, but Angela's cheerful voice jolted me out of my thoughts.

"Great!" she squealed quietly. She never was too loud, thank goodness. "Here's the information." She handed me a yellow sticky pad with the address, time, and directions scribbled on it in Angela's neat cursive. "See you then!" She gave me a cheery wave before disappearing.

I sighed and opened up Love Unchained, my trusty red Sharpie pen in hand.

By nearly one o'clock in the afternoon, Rosalie walked into my cubicle, salad and ranch dressing in hand.

"I brought you lunch," she told me genially, placing the food in front of me. My stomach growled in appreciation. I had been working non-stop on the Loved Unchained manuscript since Angela had left me to my work, and I had only a few pages left.

"Thanks," I said gratefully and opened the salad, dumping the small container of ranch onto it immediately and dug in.

Rosalie watched me for a moment before saying, "Yeah, well, I bought some at the cafeteria and thought I'd get some for you, too. I heard that you were working very hard and I knew you'd forget all about your stomach needs."

I looked up at her nervously from my salad. Was someone… watching me? I swear, if it was Mike Newton, I'd…

"No, no," Rosalie said, reading my troubled expression. "I ran into Edward and he told me. Apparently he passed by your cubicle a little while ago, but you were too immersed in your editing to notice him." My best friend shot me a look here, as though she wanted to know exactly what I thought on the subject.

I was too deep in my thoughts to respond though. Edward had told Rosalie? As in, he was actually concerned for my… eating habits? What did that mean?

Rosalie made an irritated sound – she was never one to be ignored. That was probably why she loved Emmett so much, because he gave her constant attention. Well, that, and the fact that they were soul mates and everything.

I turned to her, opening my mouth, not knowing what to say. She raised an eyebrow impatiently in response. Mr. Banner chose that time to interrupt.

"Miss Swan, I need that Love Unchained –" Mr. Banner stopped when he saw Rosalie. "Miss Hale, what are you doing here?" He didn't sound that displeased though – I was positive he enjoyed the sight of Rosalie, like all males.

Except Edward, a voice said in my head. I shoved it away.

Rosalie sighed almost inaudibly. "I was just leaving," she said in a tone of perfect politeness, though I knew her well enough to hear the underlying irritation. Mr. Banner nodded, and Rosalie left, but not without shooting me a look.

After she was gone, Mr. Banner finished his original sentence, "I need the Love Unchained manuscript on my desk soon. Are you nearly finished?"

I replied, "Yes sir, I only have a couple of pages left, and then I'll be done."

My boss nodded in approval. "Good. Just leave it on my desk when you're finished, I need to talk to Mr. Cullen." My heart jolted at his name and continued to thump erratically a few long moments after Mr. Banner had left.

Well, that couldn't be healthy.

I had finished up the last few pages quickly, capping my red Sharpie in a satisfied manner. I threw the pen on my cubicle desk and picked up the raunchy manuscript, maneuvering around working, busy people crowding the floor space. I knocked twice on Mr. Banner's door, just in case he was still in there, and when there was no answer, I opened the door.

I walked to his desk and placed the manuscript on his desk. I admired the complete manuscript for a moment – and then, I heard voices.

"Mr. Cullen, I'm somewhat surprised that you haven't finished editing the De Ja Vu's sequel yet," Mr. Banner's voice echoed into his office.

I heard a beautiful voice reply, "Sorry, sir," – the door opened here, and I ducked under Mr. Banner's desk just in time, my heart pounding loudly from both my choice of hiding place and Edward's voice – "but I've been…" Edward trailed off, as if he didn't know what to say.

"Yes?" asked Mr. Banner patiently. I rolled my eyes from my position under Mr. Banner's desk. Of course, Mr. Banner would treat his star worker with such kindness. I was never treated as such. I pouted slightly.

"Distracted," Edward finally said both reluctantly and tentatively. I wasn't used to that tone of voice from Edward.

"Well," said Mr. Banner genially, as if he were talking to a favorite student or a nephew he was particularly fond of. "If you need anytime off from work –"

"No!" Edward said immediately. My brow furrowed, and I could practically feel the confusion radiating off of Mr. Banner. "I mean," Edward amended. "I don't need to take any time off, I'm fine. The manuscript will be done soon, sir.

Mr. Banner laughed in a fatherly way and moved toward his desk, probably to sit down.

Shit. I was screwed.

"Good, good, Edward, I'm glad to –" Mr. Banner paused when he had fully walked around his desk and spotted me crouched underneath it. "Miss Swan! What are you doing here?"

"Uh," I said awkwardly, searching around wildly. I spotted a pen that had apparently fallen on the floor and stood up, not looking at Edward. "Well, sir, I just dropped my pen after I dropped off the Love Unchained manuscript, and, um, I had to pick it up…" I held the pen up as proof.

Mr. Banner's eyebrows furrowed, "Miss Swan, this is my pen." I examined the pen in question, which had the words Best Boss Ever in gold on it. I mentally slapped myself in my head – why'd I have to say it was mine? "My wife got it for me last Christmas."

"Oh, my mistake," I scrambled for an excuse, still not letting my eyes wander over to the Adonis that was Edward, no matter how much they wanted to. "I thought I brought a pen with me, and I heard it drop –"

"Enough, Miss Swan," said Mr. Banner tiredly, rubbing his head as if I was giving him a headache. I was starting to feel indignant at this – if anyone got a headache, it was me, and from him. I really hoped he retired soon.

I walked around the desk and toward the door. My eyes couldn't resist themselves and landed on Edward's gorgeous face. His expression was unreadable as he watched me leave. I gulped inaudibly in my nervousness and headed out the door, back to the supposed safety of my cubicle.

I left work later after getting a start on the new manuscript Sexxay. The first few chapters had more smut than three quarters of Love Unchained – though somewhat bored with raunchy romances, I was thoroughly impressed on how much the author was able to get in the small amount of chapters.

The Sexxay manuscript in hand, I headed out the office and into the silent lobby, receiving the usual glare from Lauren as I passed. I walked past the periwinkle leather couch, and as the elevator dinged, I dropped the manuscript in surprise at the noise.

I bent down to pick up the manuscript, but didn't come up when I heard Rosalie and Edward's voices. They sounded like they were almost arguing.

"I just don't understand why –" Rosalie was saying, but Edward interrupted her.

"You didn't see what happened," said Edward in a pained voice. My heart lurched.

Rosalie tried again. "Why won't you just –"

"Because," Edward replied, sounding slightly irritated. "I don't want to screw this up… I've already done enough of that. She matters too much to me –"

"Hi, Edward," Lauren's nasal-like voice cut across whatever Edward was going to say. Edward didn't respond, I noticed smugly, and kept talking to Rosalie.

"– and I'd do anything for her… I can't rush things, Rosalie."

Rosalie made a trademark irritated noise. "You have to, if you want anything to get into her head!" Their voices faded before I stood up and back into view, clutching the manuscript tightly in my left hand. My heart was sinking horribly. Whatever girl Edward was talking about obviously meant a lot to him.

That shouldn't bother me, I reasoned with myself.

But it did.

I arrived at a bridal gown store a little late, having been fairly preoccupied with my thoughts about Edward.

I looked around for Angela, but I didn't see her; instead, I spotted a very pretty, small, pixie-like woman. She looked up at me as I stood awkwardly around some flower girl dresses.

"Hi!" she said in an extremely chipper voice. "Are you Bella?"

"Um… yes?" I said uncertainly.

The woman smiled, showing perfect, white teeth. Kind of like Edward's, but not as dazzling. I quickly pushed that thought from my mind.

"Alice Whitlock," she introduced herself. "I'm Angela's wedding planner. She told me you were coming and I'm supposed to keep a look out for a 'Bella' while she tried on wedding dresses."

"Oh," I said, smiling, feeling more comfortable. Alice's presence seemed to do that. We chatted as we waited for Angela – I really liked Alice. A few minutes into our conversation, Alice had squealed and told me that we were going to be best friends, she just knew it. I just laughed and went with it. I was convinced as much as she was.

Angela came out then, a bright smile on her face. "Oh, there you are Bella! I thought you had decided to ditch me," she teased.

"Wouldn't do that, Angie," I replied honestly, grinning.

Angela was wearing a poofy white wedding dress. Both Alice and I agreed it wouldn't work for her when she asked our opinion. She nodded and headed back into the dressing room to try on another one she had picked out.

After Angela had left, Alice and I resumed our former conversation. She asked about my teenage life, and I told her about moving to Forks when my mom got remarried and how unfortunately a lot of guys stayed away from me because my father was Chief Swan of the police.

When I brought up my last name, she grinned. "So, Bella Swan, you're the girl that has my brother all wrapped up in a twist." I looked at her confusedly. "Not Emmett of course, but Edward. I'm sure you know both."

My mouth went dry. What did she mean 'wrapped up in a twist', anyway? Not only did that confuse me, but I was also shocked silently. "Uh… they're your brothers?"

"Yeah," she said laughingly, "you probably didn't know that, considering I'm married, so my last name is different." She winked.

"Oh, well…" I trailed off, unsure of what to say. I didn't really understand what she was saying, and she seemed to know that by the way she was looking at me amusedly. I was about to ask her what she meant when Angela came out wearing a completely gorgeous dress.

Alice and I squealed and raved over the dress and how perfect Angela looked in it.

When Angela went back to change, Alice moved on from how I 'had Edward all up in a twist' – whatever that meant – and started talking about her childhood memories with Edward and Emmett. She told me about how Edward had saved a cat in a tree when he was ten and how Emmett had got his arm stuck in a fence when Edward jumped over it and Emmett tried grabbing him through the fence, and had me cracking up about the story of Edward as he was chased by the next door neighbor's rooster when he was seven.

The stories were lighthearted and endearing – especially about Edward – and I felt my heart softening on the spot.

Angela emerged some twelve minutes later when Alice had me laughing hysterically about another encounter between Edward and the rooster when he was fifteen. The thought of a teenage Edward and a scary rooster was hilarious – though, even at the awkward stage of fifteen, I couldn't imagine Edward as anything but gorgeous.

We said our goodbyes after Angela paid for her dress, and Alice and I exchanged contact information – "so we can go shopping!" I wasn't too keen on the shopping, but I agreed anyway – Alice and I were already great friends.

I went to bed after ordering some Thai food, thinking about Alice's stories about Edward. They made me smile as I rolled over in my bed, getting more comfortable. I replayed them over in my mind, but my last conscious thoughts before drifting off to sleep was Alice's words – "So, Bella Swan, you're the girl who has my brother all wrapped up in a twist."

On Tuesday morning, I sat in my cubicle, fidgeting. I had gotten my coffee, as usual, and Mike Newton wasn't in the building when I arrived (of course, he could be coming anytime during the day), but what Alice said had bothered me. I didn't know what she meant by it, and because of it, I couldn't focus on the Sexxay manuscript.

I was banging my head on my cubicle's table when Mr. Banner chose to walk by.

"Uh, Miss Swan…?" he said uncertainly.

"Uh, hey, Mr. Banner…" I trailed off awkwardly.

He continued to give me a weird look before snapping out of it. "Um, yes, I need you to make five copies of this document." My boss held out a sheet of paper, but I didn't take it.

I looked at him incredulously. Again? "Uh, where's Lauren?"

"She's running an errand," he told me, his eyes narrowed. That probably meant she was getting his lunch from some fancy French restaurant. "So I need you to do it."

"Yes sir," I said, plastering a fake smile on my face. I snatched the document out of his hand politely as I could, and then I turned away and headed to the copy room.

Muttering angrily to myself, I started copying the document. I heard the copy room door open and a slightly annoyed voice say, "Sorry, Lauren… I'm busy this weekend… uh, next Saturday? I'm busy then too. Uh, I'm busy for the rest of the weekends this year, sorry…" The door was hastily shut, and I was frozen solid.

Figuratively, of course.

"Bella?" came Edward's beautiful and tentative voice. I sucked in a breath and grabbed the finished copies and the original.

"I was just leaving," I said quickly, trying to walk around him, but he grabbed my arms. My arms tingled delightfully where he touched me.

"Bella," Edward said quietly, his velvet voice rough with frustration. It was… undeniably sexy. "Why are you avoiding me?"

"Uh, I'm not…" But the lie sounded unconvincing even in my own ears.

"You are," he said, as if it pained him to do so. My heart lurched.

"Edward, I…" I trailed off, not knowing what to say.

Edward sucked in a breath and closed his eyes tightly. He opened the brilliant green eyes before speaking again, and my breath hitched. "Bella," his voice cracked with pain. "Why do you hate me?"

I was shocked speechless for a few long moments. "W-what?"

His voice was still rough, and I loved the way it sounded. "You heard me."

"Well…" I paused, then let out a shaky breath. "You're a womanizer, and you're arrogant, and Mr. Banner's practically in love with you," – Edward looked slightly alarmed here – "Not like that," I amended. Might as well just lay it out there… "And... and it's that…" I faltered here, my face darkening with red. Bella Swan, you are freaking insane. "That stupid sexy smirk of yours drives me crazy!" I finally shouted. Edward's face cleared and was replaced by the most beautiful, crooked smile.

He neared closer and closer to me.

"A-and," I stammered. "After the club…"

"Yes?" he breathed. He was only a few centimeters from my face, and his delicious breath caressed my face.

"Well…" I said unsteadily. The truth that I had been denying for so long should just be said. "I can't stop thinking about it… It was the best kiss of my life. And you're always on my mind." My face was on fire now.

Edward leaned closer, the perfect smile still on his face. And when I thought he was going to kiss me, he said, "Bella, truth is – I'm in love with you."

My eyes, which had been on the verge of closing since I thought he was going to kiss me, opened wide. I stuttered, "W-what?"

"Yes," Edward replied smoothly. "It wasn't love at first site of course – but pretty close. I was… extremely attracted to you when you snorted at Lauren's poor attempts at flirting." He wrinkled his nose here. "I've never liked Lauren, to tell you the truth. I'm partial to brunettes," he told me, playing with a lock of my hair. I blushed, and his crooked smile was back in place.

"Eventually, though," continued the Adonis in front of me, letting go of my hair, "Everything about you interested me, and I couldn't get enough – everything from your witty sarcasm to your beautiful blush to the way you bite your perfect bottom lip when your editing manuscripts." He looked at my lips as he said that, and I felt as if my knees would give out. Edward looked back up at me after a moment, his eyes visibly a darker emerald.

"I soon realized I was in love with you," he said casually. "And I didn't know how to act around you… Most girls I've dated liked me being arrogant, or, well, they went for me… I'm not as cocky as I seem, but I will tell you I am somewhat arrogant… but I can be humble. My mom taught me better." He grinned wider. "I began asking Rosalie for advice –"

I cut him off, my heart sinking horribly. "I know you ask Rosalie for advice, I heard you in the lobby yesterday."

"Oh, so you understa–"

"Unfortunately," I said through gritted teeth. Anger and extreme sadness were fighting for emotional dominance. Edward's smile faded, confusion spreading across his face. "I heard you talking about that girl and how much she means to you – don't play me, Edward Cul–"

Edward sighed in an exasperated manner. "I was talking about you. Goodness, Bella, you're so oblivious sometimes."

I blushed darker. Okay, so it wasn't the first time I'd been called oblivious – but I wasn't. Not really. I was actually pretty perceptive… about everything but myself.

It was true – I was totally oblivious when it came to Bella Swan.

"Uh, I know," I said embarrassedly.

His gorgeous crooked smile was back. "I find it endearing," he said, which caused my face to redden more. "Anyway," he continued, pulling me fully into his arms where he was whispering into my neck, giving me shivers. "I asked Rosalie for advice, but all she told me was to just tell you, because you'd be too dense to notice." Edward chuckled against me neck, causing my breath to pick up. He must've noticed, because his grip on my hips tightened. "I was… afraid, to tell you the truth. It probably would've killed me for you to laugh at my declaration or reject me."

Edward looked up at me nervously here, as though he still thought that might happen. I smiled brightly at him and pushed my lips onto his velvety ones. He moaned quietly, which in turn, made me push my body closer to him, my hands tangled in his bronze hair. He didn't waste time to run his tongue across my bottom lip – I granted him entrance at once.

Edward had pushed me against the copier, his hands roaming my back. Things were progressing pretty quickly, but then the copy room door opened, a nasally voice filling the air.

"Hey Eddie, I was just wondering if you changed your mind about Satur–" Lauren was cut off by her own gasp. "BELLA SWAN! You slut! Will you stop trying to steal Edward away from me – we all know he belongs to Lauren Mallory."

Are you freaking kidding me?

Pulling my lips away from Edward, whose embrace I was still tightly encased in, I raised my eyebrows and said, "You refer to yourself in third person?" She let out a screech of rage, and, with her talon-like fingernails, raced toward me as if to scratch me to death.

Edward caught her arm and held her away from me. I looked at him. He looked very angry, yet amused somewhat. "Don't touch Bella, Lauren. And don't call me Eddie."

"But Edward!" whined Lauren. "Don't you see what she's trying to do to us, baby –"

Edward interrupted her coldly. "There never was an 'us.' I tried being subtle, but this is getting beyond ridiculous. Don't touch Bella, don't go near her, don't even talk about her, alright? If this gets any more out of hand, I'm talking to Mr. Banner." Lauren opened her mouth to argue, but closed it when she saw Edward's glare. Giving me a death stare, Lauren sniffed and left.

He turned to grin at me after she was gone, and I couldn't help but smile back. "Want to get out of here?" I nodded quickly, and his smile grew larger.

Edward took me by the hand and knocked once or twice on Mr. Banner's office door. He opened it, rushed, and said to Mr. Banner, "I'm leaving with Bella, sir."

"No problem, my boy," replied Mr. Banner with a grin. I gaped, but Edward just nodded once, shut the door, and pulled me to the elevators, ignoring Lauren's scowling face. Unfortunately, we ran into Mike Newton.

"Hey Bella!" he said to me cheerfully. He looked at Edward's hand in mine and said in a slightly frostier tone, "Hello Edward."

Edward nodded in response, his previous smile gone. I wanted it to come back. I glared at Mike, but he didn't seem to notice.

"So, Bella," said Mike in what was supposed to be a smooth voice. "Want to go on a date with me on Saturday night?"

I opened my mouth, but Edward cut in, "Actually, Bella isn't available that night. Sorry." Except he didn't sound sorry at all.

Mike shot an annoyed look at Edward and turned back to me. "Well, what about –"

"Sorry," interrupted Edward again. "Bella's unavailable for the rest of the year when it concerns you." And, smirking, Edward pulled me into the elevator. The doors closed, giving me a last glimpse of Mike's stunned and furious face.

As we stepped into the elevator, I looked up at Edward. He looked down at me, the sexy smirk that I didn't seem to mind as much anymore slipping off his face. It was replaced with apprehension. "Was that too much? I mean, if you want to go out with him…" He looked pained, and I could barely stand it.

I gave him a smile. "No. It's about time he realized I didn't want to go out with him."

Edward smiled beautifully and whispered into my neck, "I love you."

I looked up at him nervously, but he just kept smiling. "You don't have to say it back, I don't expect you to."

Not being able to resist myself, I kissed him.

As he pulled away, I felt a warm, swelling feeling in my heart – was that love?

Edward was still grinning that perfect, crooked smile and gave me a kiss that made my knees weak.

It had been fourteen months since Edward had told me he loved me – fourteen, wonderful, amazing months. The best months of my life, as a matter a fact.

Edward was standing at the front of the church, looking as gorgeous as ever. All the wedding guests were smiling and muttering about the wedding dress. Edward smiled at me and winked. I grinned back happily.

I turned to look at the descending bride. Rosalie looked amazing, as per usual. After Angela had gotten engaged, Emmett popped the question a couple of months afterward.

Emmett was standing at the front, Edward (who was his best man) next to him. He was giving his brother thumbs up, and Alice, a very pregnant Angela, and I all laughed silently at this. Rosalie had chosen us and one of her cousins – who was pretty, but didn't compare to Rosalie – to be bridesmaids, me being the maid of honor.

The ceremony was great, and Alice had me laughing again when she shot a quick snapshot of the kiss with a disposable camera.

I was started to really enjoy myself when I was sitting at a table alone, drinking champagne, as Edward showed up. A smile automatically lit my face, and he smiled crookedly in return and sat down next to me.

"I loved weddings," said Edward casually, picking up a glass of champagne. His eyes were glinting with amusement. "Best man gets first pick on the bridesmaid he wants."

I raised my eyebrows. "Really?" I said. "Well, there was a pretty blonde one, Rosalie's cousin, you know…"

Edward wrinkled his nose. "Oh, well… she's nice, I suppose. But, as you might've heard, I'm partial to brunettes."

"Oh really?" I said, my voice becoming more and more teasing.

"Yeah," he said casually, running his hand through his hair. He glanced up at me from under his eyelashes. He knew I loved it when he did that. I was currently trying not to jump him (instead, I was fidgeting)… especially after last night's mind blowing… erm, 'activities.'

Edward continued on when I didn't respond, "There's one brunette in particular I like."

"Oh?"

"Yep," he grinned sexily, his voice getting husky. "She's got brown eyes and full, luscious lips… She's absolutely beautiful, of course – exactly my type. She has an amazing body that looks good with her dress on and off…" He trailed off when I moved from my seat and sat on his lap.

"What's her name?" I breathed.

"Bella," he replied softly.

"Wow," I whispered into his ear, and he shivered as my lips rubbed against the . "I heard she has a thing for the sexy best man." Edward raised his eyebrows and his sexy smiled widened.

"I love you," he said softly.

Replying in the same tone, I said, "I love you, too."

In response, he kissed me on the mouth, the exhilarating fireworks exploding off in my head and increasing when he deepened the kiss, his tongue doing things only Edward could do. The hand that wasn't on my hip was rubbing softly on my left ring finger, where my opal engagement ring (as of a week ago) was – and would be, for the rest of my life.

Bottom Note: Re-edited 2010. Thank you all for reading my two-shot! Please go on to Chapter 3 to read an excerpt of Edward at the Office! And if go ahead and review on Chapter 3 if you've already reviewed before, 'cause I don't know if it'll let you, but… whatevs.

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