A/N: Thank you as always.

"There's a lot that I don't know
There's a lot that I'm still learning
When I think I'm letting go
I find my body it's still burning"
-The Resolution by Jack's Mannequin

Sitting outside of Edward Cullen's office, I developed a bad case of butterflies. Not even butterflies, more like pterodactyls, that swooped in and devoured my internal organs. Nervously I clicked my heel against the dark marble tile repeatedly to pass the time. After I was finished clicking I moved on to checking the time on my cell phone.

10:04

Great, I had been there barely five minutes and already I was antsy. Upbeat trendy music filled the gallery and it was starting to give me a headache. The girl I assumed was Jessica was sitting behind a counter, popping away on that gum still and obnoxiously filing her nails.

Her hair was that blatantly unnatural shade of blonde, while her face and body were ridiculously plastic looking. That seemed to be a trend with the women always around Edward Cullen. What the hell was I saying, I've only seen him around two other women and besides why would I care?

"Get a grip Bella." I mumbled to myself. It must have been louder than I intended because next thing I knew I was getting dirty looks from Barbie's ugly cousin.

The phone behind the counter rang and she answered it with an "uh huh," looked at me and hung up. My heart was in my throat as I waited for her to say something.

"Mr. Cullen is like ready to see you now." She squawked, looking me up and down. She scoffed and returned to filing her nails.

Miss Polite pointed to the general direction, but essentially left me on my own to go on a scavenger hunt through a long hallway with at least 10 different doors. After what felt like an hour walking through the bright hallway I reached the very last door which said "E. A. Cullen, Owner/Manager" so I knocked once.

I could hear his footsteps thumping in unison with my rapid heartbeat. If I didn't know better I would've thought he was running to the door. Suddenly it swung open and there he was in all his glory. His hair was still messy and bronze, his jaw was still square and strong as ever, and those green eyes that had possessed my mind for far too long were still the most beautiful color I'd ever seen in my life. As if, he would really change drastically in three days.

Unable to take my eyes off him I continued my gawking. I closed my eyes in an attempt to remove all perverse thoughts, to no avail of course.

"Please come in and have a seat. Tell me a bit more about yourself." He led me to the chair across from his desk. I handed him my resume and that's when the word vomit started.

"Thank you so much for seeing me, I've admired your gallery for so long, I went to University of Miami, go 'Canes! Majored in Art History, minor in Classics, I've loved art ever since I was little, I first fell in love with the work of Dali, Person at the Window is my favorite piece of art by him at least, then I fell in love with Warhol, then I discovered some local artists, which led me to your gallery, of course it was run by your mother at the time, then I met you at my sister's wedding, because you knew Emmett, and I must say you have lovely eyes Mr. Cullen." I put my hand over my mouth and stared awkwardly at him. If I could have kicked my own ass I would've, never in my life had I been so mortified.

I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks, I felt like I was going to die from embarrassment. There was something about him that disconnected my brain from my spinal cord, rendering me incapable of functioning properly. All he did was chuckle and I swear that laugh was the most heavenly sound in the entire world.

"It's quite alright. And might I say you have quite beautiful eyes yourself." He winked at me and kept reading my resume. My heart fluttered and my brain swirled leaving me dizzy.

"For someone fresh out of college I have to say I'm impressed. As you can probably tell this isn't your average interview. And I made my mind up long before you called me. How soon would you be able to start?" Setting the paper down, he leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on his desk arrogantly.

The words were on the tip of my tongue. My better instincts were telling me no, but somewhere deep inside something burned wanting to be closer to this man any way possible.

"Whenever it is convenient for you." He smiled seductively at me, as if he had heard the internal struggle in my mind and was feeling victorious. I had only known Edward Cullen for a little under an hour total and yet somehow, he had a hold on me stronger than anything I'd ever experienced.

"Well then Bella, I will see you tomorrow at 9 a.m. sharp." Just then, his phone rang interrupting him.

"What is it Jessica? Alright." With that, he hung up the phone and stood.

"I'm afraid I have another meeting I was unaware of. I hate to cut this short, but at least let me you show you out." Before I could stand up fully, he was at my side. He placed his hand on the small of my back and led me through the hallway to the front door.

The electricity had not disappeared, it still sparked enthusiastically where his hand gently touched me. My skin burned hot and sweaty underneath the weight of his touch while the current flowed freely between us. The walk to the entrance of the gallery was too short and when his hand was gone, I felt cold. Desperate to make my time with him last I turned to him and looked into his eyes.

"I… I guess I'll see you tomorrow Mr. Cullen." Taking a deep breath in, he released it with a sigh, fogging my senses with warm, sweet mint.

"I'll see you tomorrow Bella, drive safely." Like a gentlemen he opened the door for me to the outside. Hesitantly I stepped outside into the heat. Even with the hot sun beating down on me, I felt chilled without his contact.

I walked to my car reminding myself repeatedly that in less than 24 hours I would be seeing him again. Then I thought of Jasper and felt guilty once more.

"What is wrong with me?" The sound of my voice echoed once I was in the car. It was nearly 120 degrees, the black steering wheel burned underneath my fingers, I let it scald my skin, chastising myself.

Everything was just so confusing. The feelings coursing through my body were unnatural. The lust, the want, the fire, it was overwhelming.

Somehow, I made it home. The walls of our building were paper thing, so as I walked up the stairs I could hear Al Green blasting from our apartment.

After I opened the door, I saw Jasper in his boxers vacuuming the living room singing at the top of his lungs "Here I Am (Come & Take Me)."

If anyone else saw this sight, they would run away screaming, or break down in laughter. Me? I just went about my business saying "Is it Tuesday already?" to myself.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bagel, then sat on the couch and watched the show Jasper was putting on since my laptop was on the fritz.

He really had a lovely voice. Hitting all the notes perfectly, he was the envy of many on karaoke nights. With the entire living room finally clean, he turned off the vacuum and music, then plopped onto the couch next to me.

"So how was it?" He said as I took a big bite of bagel.

"I got the job." I said with my mouth full.

"Fuck yeah!" He kissed me on the cheek and sprinted into the kitchen. He came back with a bottle of champagne that we'd had in the fridge since New Year's and two glasses.

"It's not even noon." I complained as he popped it open.

"We don't have any plans tonight. Why not get drunk and make out like teenagers?" He handed me a glass and I set it back down on the table.

"I start tomorrow and I'd personally not like to show up with a hangover." With a huff, he took my glass and the bottle back to the kitchen. When he came back, he sat down next to me again.

"Can we still make out?" A theory began to form in my mind. If I were able to be with Jasper, just once, then all those insane thoughts of Edward Cullen would vanish from my mind.

Ready to test my theory I smiled and nodded. His lips inched towards mine, but I placed my finger on them, stopping him.

"First, turn the Al Green back on." Complying with my wishes, he turned the stereo back on and resumed his position with his hands on my waist.

Our lips met, as they had so many times before, tongues dancing together in familiar territory. Hands drawn to the routine areas necks, waists, chests, like magnets. We knew each other's skin well, knew just the spots to make the other revel in delight. My shirt found its way on the floor, along with the rest of my outfit. Only two thin layers of fabric separated us from becoming one, yet again.

Jasper's hand grazed the spot on my lower back that Edward Cullen's hand had touched an hour before. Just that one little flicker of the memory of sparks I had felt set my body ablaze. Jasper's hand slipped past the edges of my panties, sliding them down to my ankles. He tossed our last remaining items to join the pile of discarded clothing besides the couch.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and our bodies intertwined in the closest way possible. His thrusts started slow and steady, but soon increased in speed and I could tell he was close. For the first time since I was 17 years old though, I was nowhere near climax.

"Please Bella… I… can't…" His grunts and pleads had not fallen on deaf ears. My fingers went to the bundle of nerves above where we were joined and I rubbed, desperate for release. I closed my eyes and thought of green eyes and bronze hair. Within seconds, I found the release I had been begging for and Jasper quickly followed.

In the 6 years I'd been having sex with Jasper, not once since our first few times, did I have trouble climaxing. We lay there, still intertwined and I was in shock. I was so sure being with Jasper would cure me of the spell I was under, but it didn't.

It had only made my lust for Edward Cullen grow stronger.