Cocktails at Eclipse

by twilightladies

What is she still doing here? They shouldn't be together anymore—she should be gone. She's persistent—I'll give her that—digging her claws in so we can't get near them.

9. Chapter 9

As always SM owns all things Twilight, I just like to have a little bit of fun with her characters.

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BPOV

I feel my nipples harden and wetness begins to pool between my thighs. I'm lying on my side, my back against Edward's naked chest. I've just awoken to the feel of Edward's hand making its way down to my pussy. Giving him easier access he reaches for my top leg and pulls it towards him, wrapping it around his. I suck in a breath as his fingers make their way to my already soaked folds.

Edward hisses at my ear when he realizes how wet I am. "Fuck…Bella! You're so wet!" He moves his hips slightly and I feel his hardened cock against my ass.

"MmmHmm…it's for you, Edward. Always you." I grind my ass on his erection, eliciting another moan to erupt from deep within him.

Nuzzling my neck, Edward places sweet soft kisses on my heated skin. Further down my body, his fingers are quickly working me into a frenzy. His magical fingers slide between my wet folds, spreading the moisture to my sensitive bud. I'm not usually a morning person, but this is one hell of a way I could get used to waking up!

As his thumb rubs my swollen clit, Edward slowly pushes in one finger. He adds a second and then a third, working a rhythm that has me panting in minutes. His hips push forward; his cock rubbing against me as he slowly fucks me with his fingers.

"Ugh…shit…I'm close already, Baby…" He rubs my clit quicker, ensuring I will cum as well.

"Ed-Edward…fuck…me too…"

RING!

RING!

RING!

The noise startles me and I shoot up in bed, panting from my "almost" climax. I look to my right expecting to see an equally pissed off Edward, only to find him fast asleep. Not only that, he's once again hogging the bed. Looking adorable, he's lying on his stomach with one arm under his pillow. I sigh and flop back onto the bed. It was just a dream!

A door slams, followed by heavy footsteps as someone stomps their way to the phone. Based on the volume of the steps, I'm guessing it's Emmett.

"Hello? Hello? Are you fucking kidding me? Ugh, it's too early for this shit!" I hear him slam the phone down and stomp back to his bedroom.

I look over at the alarm clock. Ugh…7:30 on a Saturday morning? I refuse to move. I was so close - only to be robbed by that god damn phone! Plus, I'm far too comfy. Like in my dream, I'm now lying on my side with Edward behind me; one arm around me and one leg flung over mine. This close proximity also allows me to feel Edward's morning wood.

Well, this could be fun.

One part of me wants to shuffle down under the covers, take his engorged length into my mouth, and give him a nice little wake up call. The other part is quite happy to stay where I am. For the first time in a relationship, I'm enjoying the cuddling. Before, I needed my space to sleep; no arms wrapped round each other, no spooning, nothing. This is just another reason Edward is different.

Deciding not to dwell on it, I go with my first thought. There's nothing like a blow job to wake a man up on a Saturday morning!

Turning my head, I look to see if my movement has woken Edward. Nope. He's dead to the world; which is understandable after working late.

Careful not to wake him, I untangle our limbs and slip underneath the covers. I'm met with the glorious sight of his cock glistening with pre-cum that is just begging to be licked.

I've never thought of a cock as beautiful; I mean they can be really ugly things. But not this one. It's standing tall and proud. I run my fingers down his smooth shaft, causing Edward to twitch in his sleep. Not happy with just touching this magnificent specimen, I lean forward and bring him to my mouth.

Starting slowly, I take just the tip into my mouth, licking the pre-cum there. Swirling my tongue, I make sure I get it all.

Without moving from my position, I chance a look at Edward to see if he's awake; not yet. Taking things up a notch, I let the tip slip past my lips, and add a little suction. This finally results in some movement and a quiet moan. Satisfied that I'm getting a reaction, I take the rest of him into my mouth. I move up and down his cock, letting him slide past my lips a few times, simultaneously pumping him with my hand.

"Mmmhmm…Bella…"

I chance a look up through my eyelashes and see Edward gazing down at me, his eyes heavy both from sleep and lust. I hum round his cock, causing his eyes to roll back.

"Shit, Bella…"

Now that Edward is awake, he slowly thrusts his hips and brings his hand to the back of my head, silently encouraging me to go at a pace that he likes. Surrendering myself to him, I let him fuck my mouth, his cock becoming harder with each thrust. I continue to pump him, increasing my speed, eager for him to cum. Minutes later, I feel him stiffen, and after a twitch of his cock, he cums down my throat in three long spurts. I greedily swallow everything he offers. I continue licking and kissing his cock until he softens. Crawling up his body, I place a soft kiss on his lips. Edward wraps his arms around me, curling me into his body.

"Good Morning."

"Mmmhmm, good morning indeed…" He places a few small kisses on my forehead. "What inspired that little wake up call?"

"I wanted to wake you…plus it kept poking me in the ass."

Turning his body, he glances at the alarm clock before looking back at me in surprise. "You wanted to wake me up? Why? It's only just after eight on Saturday morning?"

"Your phone rang and I was awake, so I wanted you to be awake too. Are you really complaining about your wake up call?"

"Definitely not…" he growls, rolling over and pinning me underneath him. He's not hard again, but I can definitely feel him stirring.

"I've—kiss—woken—kiss—up—kiss—to—kiss—worse." His lips move from mine and work their way down my neck, my collarbone, and to my chest. He starts to move lower when my stomach growls, ruining the moment and causing us both to laugh.

"Breakfast in bed then, Beautiful?"

"Mmm…please." I wink at him. "Keep that thought though. Oh, and you'll need to be quiet - Alice is sleeping in the front room." He groans, rolling off me and gets out of bed. Unable to tear my eyes from his naked form, I watch as he crosses the room and gets dressed. I pull the covers back up, covering my still naked body and lie back down, waiting for him to return with my breakfast…and dessert.

EPOV

I'm awake far too fucking early for a Saturday morning, but I still can't stop grinning as I make my way to the kitchen. It may have something to do with the fuck awesome blowjob I just woke up to, but I'm pretty sure it's more to do with the beautiful brunette who gave said blowjob, and who is waiting for me, naked, back in my bed! This isn't my first blowjob wake up call, but it's the first one that has me grinning from ear to ear at 8 o'clock on a Saturday morning.

Luckily, I've recently been to the grocery store so our kitchen is fully stocked. I rake through the cupboards and fridge to find stuff to make us scrambled eggs on toast.

"What's up bro?" I spin around to find my half naked brother walking into the kitchen.

I grimace - we're brothers and all, but there's a line that just shouldn't be crossed. "Ugh! Really, Emmett? Is it too much to ask for you to put on more clothes?"

He looks down. "What, these are Rosie's favourite?" Of course they are! His boxers are tiny and he didn't even put on a t-shirt. I turn my back on him, trying to fill my head with images of Bella riding me instead.

"So the phone woke you up as well, huh?"

I look back at him, confused. "The phone? No, Bella did." I wink at him to see if he gets my meaning.

"Ugh…TMI dude, TMI!"

I can't help but chuckle. "So, the phone—who was calling so early? Was it Mom?

"No idea, whoever it was hung up. The weird thing is, Rosie said it happened last night as well, so much that they actually had to unplug the damn thing."

"Really?" Lauren's face flashes through my head. Is it just a coincidence that she's stopped calling my cell and now we're getting hang-ups on my house phone? "Em, maybe we should get caller ID - that way we can see who's calling and if it keeps happening we can go to the cops, right?"

"Yeah, sounds good…just in case."

"You after breakfast? I'm making some scrambled eggs on toast for us, if you want me to make extra?"

Grinning, he holds up a can of whipped cream. "Thanks, I got my breakfast right here!" With a wink, he's out of the kitchen and I chuckle in response.

I finish making breakfast. Placing Bella's plate and a glass of orange juice onto a tray, I make my way back to the bedroom. Expecting to find her waiting in bed for me, I'm shocked to see her moving around the bedroom and getting dressed; this is not exactly the way I planned the rest of the morning to go.

She looks up as I enter the room. "I'm really sorry, but work called. Some reporter called in sick so they want me to come in. I would normally say no…but this is a really good chance for me."

I place the tray down on the end of the bed. "Don't worry, I understand. Do you at least have time for breakfast before you rush off?"

Bella looks at the plate, then her watch, and back at the plate again, obviously torn. "Yeah, I'm starving; I'll never get anything good written unless I get some food in me!"

She takes the tray and heads back towards the kitchen, shouting for Alice's attention as she goes. Since it's so early, I figured Alice would be asleep on the couch, nursing a hangover. Instead, I'm shocked to see her bounding out of the kitchen, fully dressed, makeup on and not a hair out of place.

"You called?"

"I'm leaving. Gotta head into work; you want me to drop you at your place?"

"That would be great, Bells!" She turns, running back to the front room to collect her things. Bella sits at the table to eat her breakfast. In record time, she's finished and both she and Alice, with Jake hot on their heels, are heading out the front door. I can't help my pout. I had plans for nakedness today; a lot of nakedness.

Bella laughs as she sees my expression. "Aww don't pout, Baby…we'll see each other tomorrow."

"You're not coming back tonight?"

"Well there's not much point. I'll be working all day and by the time I've finished you'll be starting. And you won't be home early since you left first last night."

I know this makes sense, but I still don't like it. Now that we've been together again, I'm already craving her.

"Yeah, that makes sense." I pull her to me, looking for my goodbye kiss. Knowing this will be my last time with Bella for a full twenty four hours, I kiss her fiercely - until we're both left panting. Before I let her go, I hug her, nuzzling my face against her neck and inhaling deeply.

"Dinner tomorrow?" She nods, bringing her hand to her ear, signalling for me to call her, as she walks to her car. I stand in the doorway watching, until she's out of sight.

Closing the door with more force than necessary, I stomp towards the bathroom, ignoring the sex sounds coming from Emmett's room.

BPOV

Alice is staring at me; I can see her from the corner of my eye. I focus on the road and try to ignore her but she remains in the same position: slightly turned to face me, with a huge grin on her face.

"Ugh, Alice! What? Why are you staring?"

"You liiiike him!"

I'm confused. "Of course I like him; he's my boyfriend."

"No, I mean you like him like him. It's getting serious…I think he is the one for you."

I glance quickly at her before returning my eyes to the road; I'm not having this conversation now. This topic is too serious for a quick twenty minute journey. I need at least an hour, and preferably some alcohol.

Last night was amazing! Initially, I had been so embarrassed when he walked in and caught me playing with myself. I really didn't think we were at that point in our relationship, but clearly I was wrong. It was, by far, one of the hottest experiences I've ever had. And everything that followed was wonderful. Just remembering the way Edward looked at me as I rode him sends shivers down my spine. If I hadn't just got this job, I would be pulling a sicky; turning the car around and dragging Edward back to his room for more sexy times.

The rest of the journey is spent in silence, as I'm lost in my thoughts. Alice seems to know where my head is, and doesn't attempt to start a conversation.

I look in my rear view mirror and notice a black car, maybe a Toyota Corolla, right on my ass. We're on a straight stretch, so I slow down a little to give the car room to pass me; the car slows down as well. Uncomfortable with it being so close, I speed up. The car speeds up as well. This game of chicken goes on for a few minutes. Every time that I change my speed, the mysterious car behind us mimics my actions. Alice is playing with the radio and her phone, so she isn't even aware of what's happening behind us.

"Hey, Al—can you see who is in the car behind us?" I slow down, expecting the car to come closer again. As Alice turns around, the car passes us, speeding away.

Alice turns in her seat, her eyes following the car as it over takes us. "I couldn't see; was it someone you know?"

I stare ahead, trying to think if I know anyone that drives a car like that. Coming up a blank, I just shake my head no.

"Sweetie, are you okay—you're kind of pale?" She leans over the gear shift, placing her hand on my forehead, checking my temperature.

"What? Uh, yeah I'm okay. They were just on my tail." Nobody I know drives a car like that, or would play a game like that while driving. Something about it just makes me uneasy, so I vow to keep an eye out for the car in the future, just in case it shows up again.

I drop Alice off at her place and head back to my apartment. I run in, take the quickest shower I've ever taken, before jumping back in my car and heading to the office. I find myself watching the rear-view mirror to see if the black car reappears. Luckily, there isn't any sign of it, so I shake my head at how stupid I'm being.

Since it's early on a Saturday, the traffic is light and I make it to the office in good time. Not knowing where I'm working today, I go to Alec's office so he can send me where I'm needed.

Reaching his office, I knock and go straight in. When I first started the job, he said to never wait for an answer. He advised me that his office would always be loud and busy with writers vying for his attention, and he hasn't been proven wrong yet. Today is no different, so I find an empty chair, take a seat and wait for my turn.

"Bella! Thank goodness you're here! Vicky has called in sick—some bug that's going around—so I need you to help Angela with Entertainment today." Alec is constantly moving around the office as he addresses me, nodding in agreement to some photos, and shaking his head at others. Effectively dismissed, I head toward the entertainment section of the office; could be worse, I could be working Gossip with Jessica.

Our entertainment section is different from gossip; whereas some newspapers combine them, we like to keep them separate. Jessica reports on all the gossip and rumours, and the entertainment section is for reviews and interviews. This section would be fun if I could get a permanent spot on the team.

Angela works with Victoria, or Vicky as Alec called her, and is one of the lead reporters on the entertainment team. Angela is a quiet girl who normally keeps to herself, so today will be a good chance to get to know her.

I make my way through the office, stopping at Angela's desk, where I find her rushing around grabbing random things and throwing them into her purse. I watch this whirlwind for a few minutes before I clear my throat, making myself known. Eyes wide, Angela looks up and smiles when she sees me.

"Bella?" I nod. "Hiya, I'm Angela. Sorry I've not said hi before; it's been crazy these last few weeks!" She grabs her jacket from the back of her chair and motions for me to follow her.

"I know you've got some writing experience so that'll come in useful. Today we're interviewing Tina Fey from "30 Rock." They're just launching a new season. Do you watch it?" Deciding it's best to be honest, I shake my head. "No problem. If I had known you were coming today, I would have suggested you research who we interview—keep that in mind for next time. But today, I'll take the lead and ask most of the questions. Can you just take notes and keep the recorder?" I nod in agreement. "If you think of a question that I've not asked, or you think it's appropriate, feel free to jump in." Finally she stops to take a breath.

Wow.

For someone who appears shy and quiet at first glance, Angela sure is deceiving. She looks to be about my age—maybe a year or two older, if that—but has so much confidence and authority that she seems older than her years. She's dressed in a black pencil skirt, white blouse, and black jacket, which suit her frame perfectly. She's a petite brunette; her hair framing her face and coming to sit on her shoulders. She's naturally pretty, but her face is partially hidden behind thick framed glasses.

The elevator stops on the ground floor and Angela rushes out, heading for her car. Since she is lead today and knows where's we're going, she's also the designated driver. I barely make it into the passenger seat and close the door, before she has her foot on the gas and we're rushing through the city centre.

The drive to our destination is pretty quiet. We speak about trivial things, learning little facts about each other. I'm surprised that Angela has only ever worked at the newspaper, working her way up to where she is now. She seems to live for her career, although she did make a hint that she has some romance in her life.

The rest of my day passes in a rush of activity. From the minute I leave the car, I find myself constantly on the go. Unfortunately we aren't meeting Tina in-person, the interview is via video conference. It would have been great to meet her, but we're just lucky to be getting this interview, so we happily take what we can get! The interview with Tina is a great success; she has us both in hysterics—the girl's just as funny in real life as she is on camera. It's a pretty short interview, and since the conference room is free, we stay to go over our notes and start the piece for the newspaper. Before long, it starts getting dark outside so we call it a day, with Angela dropping me off at the office so I can pick up my truck. I check my cell on the ride over and I find a cute text from Edward; he misses me, wishes I would change my mind about staying over tonight, and hopes to see me tomorrow—with a winky face.

Swoon.

I usually hate to be one of those people who stay at the office to all hours of the weekend, but it's not like I have any plans. Rose will have Emmett for the night; since Edward got away early last night, its Emmett's turn tonight. Alice and Jasper are having a date night; probably trying for baby Whitlock right now!

The silence hits me as I walk into the building. There are only a few people here catching up on their work—just the way I like it. After about an hour of work, I'm feeling restless; as much as I want to work, I just can't concentrate. I decide to go home, put on my comfy pyjamas, watch a movie and eat some of ice cream. With new found enthusiasm, I shut down my computer and head back downstairs, shouting a quick goodbye to the security guard at reception, and make my way to my truck.

As I reach the street I quicken my pace, nervous about being alone in the dark. I'm not scared of the dark, but there's just something creepy about the streets at night. I keep my head down and walk towards the streetlight I parked my truck under. My blood runs cold and I stop dead in my tracks; my two rear tires have been slashed!

And it looks like someone was looking to cause some serious damage—there aren't just one or two slashes—they've utterly destroyed my tires! Visions of the black car with tinted windows flash through my mind as I nervously glance around the street.

It's just a coincidence, Bella. You don't know anyone that would do this on purpose. It's probably just kids.

Nervously, I take a last glance around. I decide I need to call Alice, but from the safety of the building. Quickening my pace to a slight jog, I make my way back to the office. The guard is shocked to see me, but lets me in so I can call Alice from inside.

Surprisingly, she picks up after two rings. "Bells, Bells, Bells, this had better be good… you know what I'm doing tonight."

"Al, I'm sorry but can you come get me?" I try to keep it cool, but now back in the safety of the office, I start to freak out. "Please?" I whimper.

My good friend picks up on my tone right away. "Why, Sweetie, what's happened?"

"Are you okay to come get me? I'll explain when you get here?"

"Are you still at work?"

"Yeah, I'm the saddo that works late on a Saturday."

"Okay, we'll leave now. Are you okay though?"

"Yeah, just shaken; I'll wait for you in reception." I say a quick goodbye and take a seat on the sofa to wait for them. She said "we" so I imagine she'll be bringing Jasper with her.

As I wait, a group of four of five young guys gather outside the reception window. They make a couple of cat calls and rude comments at me before the security guard chases them away with the threat of calling the police. That must be it—just some kids hanging around with nothing better to do. I feel like running after them and demanding they pay for the cost of the new tires, but before I can move, Alice comes running into the building.

"Oh my god—are you okay? What's happened? Are you hurt? Where's your truck? Did you call Edward?" She grabs me by the shoulders and looks me over, checking for injuries.

"Babe, relax! Look at her—no cuts, no bumps and no bruises—she's okay." Jasper wraps an arm around Alice, pulling her to him before looking back me. "Right, Bells?"

"Of course…I'm really sorry I ruined your night; I know you had a lot planned." I wink, as they look at each other and blush. "But some kids were messing around outside and have slashed my tires; so I was stuck here. I was pretty freaked out at the time and just needed a friendly voice." I feel so much more relaxed now, almost embarrassed for over-reacting.

"Where are they? We need to go to the police!" Alice tries to turn in Jasper's arms but he keeps a tight hold, preventing her from heading for the door.

"Relax, Al…they're long gone. I just wanna go home, have a bath, and go to bed. I'll call a garage for my truck in the morning."

"Makes sense…come on you two, let's go." Jasper takes me under his other arm and we head to their car.

I crawl into the back seat while Alice sits up front with Jasper. Slipping my phone out, I send a quick text to Edward, telling him I miss him and that I'll definitely be seeing him tomorrow. I smile to myself and my stomach flip-flops at the thought of how much of him I'm going to see. I lean my head against the car window, preparing to get comfy for the journey home; the next thing I know is Jasper is shaking me awake.

After thanking them both, I make my way inside, heading straight for the bathroom. I draw myself a hot bath, and grab a glass of wine and tub of ice cream from the kitchen. Once the tub is full, I climb straight in. The minute I'm immersed in the hot water the stress of the night falls away.

EPOV

I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.

That's my mantra for the day and it's been on repeat in my mind from the minute I stepped into the club.

I made the decision to come into the club earlier than normal in the hope of catching up on some work. I spent most of the morning sitting around my apartment moping because I wasn't getting to see Bella. And of course the more I tried not to think about her, the more I did. It didn't help that last night was a changing point in our relationship; which we celebrated with some awesome sex!

My plan for a quiet day of paperwork went to hell the minute I got out of my car. I walked into the club to find that nothing had been cleaned properly the night before. Emmett had obviously been in a rush to get home to Rosalie, and was apparently happy to let the rest of the team slack off as well. While I had expected this from him, I was a bit disappointed in Riley and would need to have words with him.

I call Jared, one of my bartenders who's hinted at progressing his career, and ask him if he can come in a few hours early to help me clean up and stock the bars. He happily agrees, eager for the extra hours and arrives soon after.

Things go from bad to worse when my cellar floods and the stock order arrives an hour before opening instead of early afternoon. Needless to say, the rest of my time at the club is spent running around trying to keep things in order. On the positive note, no horny thoughts of Bella fill my head.

When I finish work, I can't help being disappointed to see I only have two texts from her; one saying she misses me and the other saying good night. I let the rest of the team go, refusing their offers of going to a bar for after-work drinks, and stay behind alone to complete the paperwork for the night.

After about an hour or so of figures, I decide to call it a night. I do a quick final check, to see that nobody has been left passed out in the toilets, and that all the doors are locked, before making my way to my car.

At this time of the night—well, morning—I'm surprised to see another car in the parking lot, and parked right next to mine with the engine running. From the doorway of the club, I can't tell too much about the car except it's white and has dark tinted windows. Since I don't know anyone who drives that kind of car, I decide to ignore it.

As I walk across the parking lot, I now see the car is a BMW M6, the sort of car I used to see frequently when I was with Lauren. It's the car a lot of the fathers bought their daughters when trying to show them they loved them. In fact, I'm pretty sure Lauren has a similar car. As I get closer, the engine turns off and the passenger door opens.

"God damn it." I mutter. I should have known she wouldn't give up that easily.

Lauren steps out her car, with what I assume she thinks is a sexy smirk. Hell, at one point I probably found it sexy! Now it's just pathetic.

"Edward, Darling…" She saunters to the back of her car, leaning against it as I walk towards her.

"I'm not your darling, Lauren…for fucks sake!" I walk straight past her, opening the back door of my car and throw my bag in. Before I have the chance to turn around, she's there, pressing herself against me.

"But you could be. We were so good, Eddie…we can be good together again. Surely you see that?"

I push myself back from the car, catching her by surprise, and manage to remove myself from her grip. I turn around, my back now pressed against my car. She smirks at me, and moves to trap me between my car and her arms. Thinking fast, I grab both her wrists, effectively blocking her from making any movement.

I lean forward so I can speak directly into her ear. "Lauren, I will say this one more time. We are over. I do not love you and even if I did, I wouldn't be stupid enough to take a cheating bitch like you back. I caught you once, but who's to say there weren't others?"

"Edw—"

"I'm not finished!" I hiss. "You will stop calling me! And if it's you that's calling Bella, you'll stop that too! You will leave us alone, and if I see you anywhere near here, my apartment, or Bella's, I'll be getting you on a harassment charge!" I release her arms and move towards the driver's side of the car. "Do we understand each other?"

Lauren backs away toward her car, nodding in agreement. "Yes." And with that, she gets into her car and speeds off into the darkness.

With my heart pounding, I wait until she's completely out of sight before I start my journey home. I can't believe I thought she would quit that easily; I'm such a fool. I hit the steering wheel in frustration, annoyed at my own stupidity. The same time my phone calls stop, Bella starts getting hang-ups? Doesn't exactly take a genius to figure that one out and I missed it! I'll see Bella tomorrow and I'll tell her then. I'll probably advise her to keep an eye out for anything out of place.

Suddenly I'm exhausted and a glance at the clock. It's just after 3:30 a.m. so the buzz from my shift is starting to wear off. I put my foot to the floor and in no time I'm home, with my ipod on, in hopes of blocking out Rosalie's screams of pleasure. As always, my dreams are now filled of a beautiful brunette.

LPOV

He doesn't mean it.

He still loves me.

He just doesn't realise it.

He's brainwashed.

After driving around the city for the remainder of the night, I pull up outside the apartment, but stay in the car. I pull out my camera and look through the pictures I've taken over the last few weeks.

I suppose she is sort of pretty, if you like that sort of thing. She's so plain. If she made an effort she'd definitely be a heart-breaker.

So this is how I need to look; how I need to dress, how I need to act to get Edward back.

Suddenly I realise I've been going about this all wrong; instead of focusing on Edward, I should be focusing more on Bella! If that's what he likes, that's what I need to become.

Noticing movement out of the corner of my eye, I crouch down in my seat. A cab pulls up and stops outside her apartment. She's leaving early today; it's barely daylight, and I don't even have time to go home and change. By the looks of her outfit, I can tell she's off to Edward's and not work. Those are not the kind of shoes she wears to work.

I sit up a bit straighter when I see her put something under the doormat—her key? She takes a minute to ensure the key is well hidden before rushing to the cab and sliding in the back seat. As the car pulls away from, I turn back to her apartment, focused solely on the ugly brown mat that is hiding the key to her place.

Well this could be interesting.

BPOV

I wake earlier than normal, much earlier. I haven't really rested at all; my sleep plagued with nightmares caused by the events of the previous night. Realizing I'm not going back to sleep no matter how hard I try, I get up, shower, and head to Edward's. Hoping to steer clear of a grumpy Edward that I'm sure to meet since I'm waking him after only a few hours sleep, I decide to stop off for coffee and breakfast muffins. Wearing nothing but my underwear under my jacket should also help.

Although it's unnaturally early for anyone to be awake, Alice is up and already texting to ask to borrow some shoes for her date night tonight. Apparently it's a re-try, since I messed up their plans last night. Leaving my apartment, I put my spare key under the front door mat. Alice knows to push it back through the mail slot when she's finished.

I'm beginning to regret my underwear only idea, as I sit in the cab. First of all, the driver keeps adjusting his mirror and I think he's trying to see what's under my jacket. Now I have to walk into Starbucks—where I get nothing but weird looks—from both men and women! One guy in particular makes me feel especially uneasy. The way he looks at me, it's almost as if he knows what my plans are for the day. As I'm waiting for my order, he takes a few steps towards me as if he's going to start a conversation. Saved by the barista, my order is called and I'm on my way to Edward's.

When I arrive, I decide to call Edward's cell instead of ringing the doorbell; it would be mortifying if Emmett answered the door. I know for a fact, his pervy mind would know exactly what I'm wearing.

A sleepy Edward answers his phone on the third attempt, and begrudgingly agrees to come to the door to let me in.

Hearing his approach, I undo my jacket slightly and lean against the door, showing a slight hint of cleavage underneath. He won't be able to see everything, but if he's smart, he'll figure it out.

The door opens, and I can't help but smirk when I see Edward's reaction. Clearly upset at having to be awake so early, he has a pout on his face as he open's the door. Taking in my outfit, or lack thereof, his eyes widen and the sleepy look is gone as lust fills his eyes.

I tingle as I watch Edward's eyes roam my body, giving me a thorough eye fuck. As a crooked grin appears on his face, I know he's figured out my plan. Pushing the door wide open, he gestures for me to enter the apartment, where I proceed straight to this bedroom...losing the jacket as I go.

Thanks to Marika for pre-reading. And as always huuuge thanks to Pattinlethr aka Jill (who I can now say I've met!) for beta'ing! The girl has the patience of a saint.

Just to let you all know, there will be a delay after chapter nine as I will be going back through and editing some of the first chapters that were done before Marika & Jill were with me. I don't plan on it being too long (chapter 10 is already written and with the beta!) so please stick with me!

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