A/N: This is the scene I'd been thinking about when I began writing this story. I really hope this chapter answers some questions towards the end. As always thank you to everyone for reading my little story.

"Red fingernail polish
Peeling like a sunburn, oh
That black designer dress
Looks better underneath our feet
Your knees in the dirt"
-What Gets You Off by Jack's Mannequin

With every step I made through the familiar hallway, my anxiety became overwhelming. I had been in his office many times, he was my boss, and I could do this. Every door I passed appeared locked and no light slipped through the cracks. We were the only ones in the entire building. I already knew this, but at that moment the thought sped up my heart even more.

I arrived at his office and politely knocked, even though I knew he was expecting me. I heard his footsteps coming closer and the click of the door handle. The door swung open and my breathing hitched like it always did when I saw him.

His once knotted tie, lay limply around his neck, his shirt undone exposing just enough chest hair to melt the panties right off my body. The corner of his lip twisted upward, smiling that dazzling crooked smile.

"Thank you for coming. The… uh papers are on the desk. Go on and take a look at them." He ushered me in and I went straight to business, reading the numbers.

"Mind if I turn some music on?" He asked, record in hand next to his old record player. I shook my head and the sounds of Otis Redding filled the large office.

My focus was on the papers, not the music though. As I read them, recalculating the numbers in my head, I noticed nothing was wrong. Not a single number was out of place or incorrect. Confused I looked up at him and he had a bottle wine in his hand then.

"Edward, these papers are perfect." With a raised eyebrow, he chuckled. "I'm beginning to get the feeling you didn't really want to discuss numbers."

"No. I didn't. But I knew you wouldn't come here unless I said it was business related." Every word stung me.

"That's not true. We're friends right? And friends can be friendly without the facade of business disguising their relationship" My feet started walking towards him before my mind registered I was being drawn closer to him.

"Tanya filed for divorce today." His voice faltered a bit. The hurt was visible in his eyes as I stared longingly into them. At that moment he was not my boss, he was a man broken and in need of comforting.

"Is this want you wanted to talk about earlier?" He just shrugged and began taking a swig of the wine. With his previous history with alcohol lingering from the night before, I took the wine from his hands and set it down. Risking the electricity, I took his hands in mine. Sparks flying wildly as our skin touched.

"I'm here Edward." It was the only thing I could say, and it was true. He brought my hands to his mouth and kissed them slightly. The gesture, so sweet and so innocent sent my body into overdrive. There was nothing else on my mind but him, always just him.

The next song came on slowly, Mr. Redding advising to "Try A Little Tenderness."

"Will you dance with me please? I need to be closer to someone. To you. Please." Edward pleaded with me and I complied because I felt the same way.

Wrapping my arms around his neck while his hands found that small of my back, we moved to the music. Swaying together as if we were made for dancing with each other. My body burned in such close proximity to him.

As the pace picked up, so did our movements. His hand began slipping past the friendly limits of my lower back. My chest was pressed up to his as we desperately tried getting closer to each other. Our lips were mere inches apart and his breath splayed across my face, the smell of his sweet minty air dizzying me.

Everything was in overdrive, our breathing was sped up, hearts beating together in perfect sporadic rhythm. His eyes flickered from my lips to my eyes and back again. How I longed for those lips time and time again. I nodded answering the silent question his eyes were asking and like a magnet to metal our lips mashed together flawlessly.

The world could have imploded around us it wouldn't have mattered. There was no feeling like kissing Edward Cullen. He tasted sweeter than any candy I'd ever tasted, sweet minty cotton candy. His tongue danced past my lips and I savored every moment afraid it would end too soon.

I could feel his hands sneaking their way up my back to the zipper of my dress and instead of stopping him like I should have, I let the moment consume me.

My dress pooled around my feet in a puddle of black silk and my hands flew to the buttons of his shirt, snapping a few off completely in my haste. With his torso bare in front of me, I ran my hands across his chest, feeling his muscles taut underneath smooth velvety skin.

While I reveled in the joy of touching his newly exposed skin, he kissed his way down my neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet desire where his lips touched. My eyes rolled in my head, I could feel his need for me with his every move and it left me wanting, needing more. His tongue traced the lines of my collarbone, then downwards to the bit of breast exposed above my strapless bra. In a one swift movement my bra was on the floor and his mouth was hot and teasing on my breast.

Involuntarily I moaned and tangled my fingers in his messy hair. There was nothing in this galaxy that could have stopped me, I was his. His lips retraced their steps across my collarbone, then my neck, and finally back to my lips. His hands found the only part my body he had yet to touch.

His fingers hooked onto the hem of my panties. My hips bucked towards him feeling his erection on my stomach. Suddenly he gasped and stepped backwards from me, his hands in the air as if he was about to be arrested.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. Honestly." His breathing was irregular as he took another step away from me, running those beautiful fingers through that pile of bronze hair.

I stood there half-naked, cold, and more confident than I'd ever felt in my life. He wanted me and I knew it. That was all that mattered.

"You better get the fuck over here and finish what we started." I slipped my pantyhose and panties off and kicked them across the room.

His eyes questioned mine, as he looked my body from head to toe and back. Instead of feeling nervous about being completely exposed in front of him, I felt a surge of pride for my body.

"Once I start Bella, I will not be able to stop." I could sense the double meaning behind his words.

"I won't either." Swiftly he removed his belt and came back to me with added fervor.

My lips drawn to his, again, while my hands helped slip his pants and boxers to the floor. He kicked them aside, I pulled away from our kiss to greedily soak up the sight of him. Every inch of his body was perfection. I had dreamed of catching a glimpse of the skin that hid beneath his clothes and my dream had come true.

My back was flat against the wall as he lifted me to join him in the most sacred of acts. I gasped at the new sensation I felt, we fit together flawlessly. The cool wall offset the heat radiating from our bodies.

We were completely enveloped in the primal grunts and grotesque noises the skin on skin contact made. With all my might, I tried to keep my eyes open, to soak up every second of this moment.

I wanted to remember the way our clothes were strewn across the floor haphazardly. How the hair on the back of his neck was softer than the hair on the top. The way his skin smelled salty like the ocean and musky like a man should smell. But most of all I wanted to see his face when he climaxed, all because of me.

With our foreheads pushed together, I continued fighting to keep my eyes from closing in the surplus of pleasure my body was feeling. The sweat was glistening off his skin, as I'm sure it was mine. That familiar tightening in my stomach was close to unraveling and spilling over the edge. Edward's increasing speed told me he was close also.

"Oh fuck, Bella." That crude statement was what sent me over the edge, starting in my stomach outstretching to my arms, then fingers as I dug them into his back, then head, making me feel dizzy and causing my eyes to roll back farther than I thought possible, then down my legs, the tingling stopped at my toes making them curl.

There were no words to describe it. I felt him in every inch of my body and I never wanted him to leave. The tingling stayed as I felt him lose control. He made the most beautiful noise, a tortured whimper escaping his throat. The expression on his face completely focused, brows furrowed, and his bottom lip between his teeth.

The room fell silent, the only sound our pants. We stayed joined against the wall for what felt like forever. Finally I felt him begin to release me and my feet touched the ground, my body joining earth once again.

We began collecting our clothes. I noticed the sticky mess left behind on my body and wiped the it up with my panties, then surreptitiously tossed them in the garbage can by his desk.

The record reached the end and began skipping. Edward walked over, half dressed, and turned it off.

"Bella…" He started.

"We don't have to talk about this right now," I stopped him. There was nothing to say.

"Can I at least call a cab for you?" His words stung me. It then hit me that this wasn't the beautiful moment I thought it was. How many other women had he said that to? Our special moment had turned into something cheap and routine for him.

"I drove myself, thank you." And with those words I walked out of his office. I fought hard against the tears threatening my eyes. But as soon as I sat in my car I could do so no longer. I cried. I cried harder than I ever had in my entire life. But I wasn't crying because I was hurt or guilty. I was crying because I wasn't hurt or guilty, like I should've been.

My drive home was slow, hitting every red light on the way, which gave me more time to wallow in my own self pity. I went straight to the bathroom when I got home. I glanced in the mirror, my eyes puffy and red. Makeup running, lips blood red and swollen. I looked like a vampire. A defeated vampire.

I started some bath water, feeling so dirty I climbed in the tub clothes, shoes, everything on. I just soaked, letting the hot water scald my skin. I began replaying the past month in my mind. Had it really only been a month since I'd met Edward Cullen? Was it even possible to know someone in a month, like I believed I knew him?

It really began to sink in then. I knew nothing of importance about the man. I made the laundry list of details I knew about him in my mind:

Married to Tanya
Divorcing Tanya
Likes sushi
Owns a gallery
Amazing in bed

That was it. I knew nothing else. All the time I'd spent with him I'd poured my heart about myself, he'd never really told me anything about himself. The relationship that I'd created in my mind was completely one sided and I had never even cared. I was a selfish, horrible human being. Then my thoughts shifted to ones of confusion. Had he wanted it this way? Did he want me to tell him everything in my life so I would feel comfortable with him? Did he seduce me? Did I seduce him in his vulnerable state? When did I use the word seduce before in a sentence? I was filled so many conflicting emotions.

Immediately, I jumped out of the bathtub. The sun was beginning to rise meaning the start of a new day, so I went to the phone, still in my soaking wet Dolce & Gabbana dress and shoes. My fingers knew the numbers to dial. His groggy voice answered with a "hello."

"We have to talk about it now."