Chapter 2
Isabella De Luca sat at her desk, chewing on the end of her ballpoint pen as the phones continued to ring endlessly.
"Rosalie!" she yelled, tapping her foot impatiently against the mahogany desk until her blonde secretary stumbled in. Rosalie Hale was the best of the best in her company; Isabella wouldn't have her handling her business propositions if she wasn't. She wasn't fouled-mouth like the last secretary Isabella had hired, she knew her place and her degree from NYU proved her intelligence.
Rosalie adjusted her dark framed glasses, shutting the door, and caught the stack of papers just before they threatened to fall haphazardly to the ground. Isabella crossed her legs the opposite way and stared her up and down, admiring her lean frame, and curvaceous breasts.
"Rosy-baby, I'm having a bad day," she simulated in her best girlish tone. Rosalie understood and put her documents in a neat stack on the desk. Her nameplate, framed in gold, nearly toppled over from her placement.
"What's wrong, Miss Isabella?" she asked.
"Well, the tax agent called earlier. I need to make sure all files are in order in case he swings by for a visit. If he finds out I'm passing out prostitutes like candy, we will all go up in flames. Is everything in order?"
Rosalie leaned across, her blonde tresses spilling like waves across her collarbone. "It's all taken care of. Twilight Phone Sex Services is a conglomerate of today's hottest single men and women who are professionals in delivering all of the seduction a person could want, done through the comfort of their home. We are reputable sponsors who highlight fantasy acts, in a world where illusions are no longer dreamed. Any type of sexual session is completely and one hundred percent legal, for our customers know that the real pleasure comes from a sensual voice, not from physical intimacy."
Isabella applauded Rosalie's memorized speech and beckoned her over. "You did so good, Rosy-baby. You want a reward? For making me proud?"
Rosalie nodded enthusiastically and Isabella took her hand into her own, positioning her body so that she was on her knees. She kneeled before her, removing her glasses. Isabella's smooth hands lifted her dress up, the silky fabric of the designer garment brushing against her thighs. With no barrier to maneuver, Rosalie dove right in, licking her boss's core softly, and moaning at the taste of her pussy.
"Mmmm, you know just I like it, don't you, sweet girl?" Isabella cooed, pulling her long hair back. She caressed Rosalie's aroused nipples as she flicked her tongue back and forth against her dripping, hot area. Her hips swiveled forward, fucking her mouth as she sped up her strokes.
A hard knock pounded against the door, alerting them of a visitor.
"Who is it?" Isabella called out.
"It's Emmett," he answered, and Isabella pressed Rosalie's mouth against her, wanting her to continue her pressure.
"Come in," Isabella sighed, brushing Rosalie's hair to the side, so she could watch her lips work between her folds.
Emmett McCarty, one of her longtime, but loyal whores entered into her office that was located on the thirty-eighth floor in a high-rise in central Washington, D.C. Isabella pretended to be interested in what he had to say, as she concentrated on Rosalie servicing her.
He rolled his eyes as he watched the sweet girl continue to lick her steadily. He was use to their office exploits. Isabella glared up at him, annoyed at his presence. The shifting of his cock didn't go unnoticed.
"BB? Can I ask you a question?" he inquired slowly, his dimples and dark hair emphasized his large, boyish features. Isabella frowned at his old nickname for her, Bossy Bella, or BB for short. He was the only one she would let get away with such monikers. She wasn't ashamed to say that they had fucked once or twice, but he was her best friend, more or less. She didn't think that after many years of their friendship, their sexual escapades were all that great. Obviously, his clientele in the District of Columbia disagreed. He knew damn well his conquests alone had put her in the larger tax bracket last year.
"Yes, Em, what is it?" Isabella gasped momentarily as Rosalie swirled her tongue around her clit, nipping it slightly between her teeth. "Oh God, Rosy, I'm going to come. Keep going, baby…"
She moved her head in a quickened rhythm as Emmett struggled to spit out his sentence. "I talked to Edward and you paid him five thousand dollars per session this weekend. You didn't pay me that!"
Ignoring his whining for the time being, Rosalie slipped a slender finger into Isabella and curled it. She rocked forward and came into her mouth, allowing her to lick all of her juices before she stood up.
Holding up a finger to Emmett, Isabella kissed Rosalie quickly on the cheek before she slipped out of her office, gliding her frames back onto her face.
Isabella straightened her dress and pulled the hem down, pivoting in her leather chair. "Number one, the next time you interrupt my orgasm with a stupid-ass question like that, you and I are going to have a problem. Number two, what Edward and I do is none of your business. I'm the boss. You don't like it, then you know where the door is."
Emmett laughed boisterously, and ignored her feeble threats. She was a bit of a softy. He knew her bark was worse than her bite.
"Seriously…BB. C'mon. I know my cock is bigger than his. There's no way he deserved five thousand bucks. And when did you start fucking your own whores?"
Isabella shrugged her shoulders and concentrated on the expensive gems that decorated her heels. Damn, they look good on me, she thought with a grin. Emmett clicked his tongue and waited for her answer.
"Edward Cyllen has only been with us a few weeks. I wanted to make sure the service was good. I paid him significantly to help him out. You know I'm a generous person."
The big guy rolled his eyes again, obviously not buying her answer. "Yeah, I bet. I'm on to you BB. I. Am. On. To. You."
Isabella laughed as he motioned with his fingers from his eyes to her, and back to his eyes with every word. "Oh, before you leave, you think you could order lunch for me?"
He sighed, and pulled out his cell, making a smart-aleck remark. "Okay, whatcha want? Besides more Rosalie…"
This time it was her who gave him a curious look. "Emmett McCarty, I've known you since we were fifteen years old. Don't tell me you're jealous. If you want her, you can have her. You're my best friend. I won't stand in your way."
"I just…never mind," he said, shaking his head. "You want Thai? I'm in the mood for Thai. Yep, Thai sounds good."
Isabella just nodded and decided to play therapist with him later. But first, she had affairs to tend to.
"Em, if you see Edward today, tell him to see him. A.S.A.P."
The expression on her face alerted Emmett that she was no longer in a joking mood.
Isabella had to speak with him privately.
She didn't have many rules in her office, but one stood out among the rest.
You never fuck and tell.
And you especially don't bite the hand that feeds you.
Edward Cyllen had done all three, in the matter of just a few days.
Isabella chuckled menacingly to herself. He would be paying back every dime of the five thousand dollars since he wanted to have such a big mouth.
Yes, he would be paying her back, indeed.