So as I said before, this is my first fanfic. I hope you all are enjoying it so far. I tried to make this chapter longer as requested. Hope you enjoy!

EPOV

When my books started getting published, I put the cheques in the bank, letting the money build up, waiting to save enough money to buy a place to live, a place where I could be myself. After a year or so, I had enough money to buy a mansion if I wanted to. I knew I was lucky, not many writers have very successful careers. And I did feel lucky, I felt blessed. People actually wanted to read my books, mine. Edward Cullen, the weird loser's books. Edward Cullen, the ugly freak's books.

Deciding it was time to put down some roots, I searched and searched for the perfect house. It took a while, nearly a year, but I found it. It was my sanctuary, the one place I actually felt free in, the place where nobody judged me. It was perfect, it was mine.

It was a beautiful house, 3 stories, 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and huge fully equipped kitchen. The feature that drew me in though was the indoor pool, a 100m heated swimming pool. After the accident that left my body covered in scars, I found myself swimming all the time. It soothed my skin, calmed my emotions and it felt good to push my body, to feel like I had achieved something.

It was only me living there, and would only ever be me living there so I decided to convert two of the bedrooms. One became a fully equipped gym, and the other became my music room. Probably my favourite room in the whole of the house, not including the pool of course. I decorated, or rather paid someone to decorate, my music room in a pale yellow. Girly I know, but it calms me down, soothes my soul. The cheery yellow makes me feel better somehow. I had a beige sofa, my beloved piano, a drum set, 2 guitars and a bass. There were papers everywhere, some songs that I had composed, others my favourite songs by others, although I knew them by memory now.

But with all the rooms in the house, there came a lot of cleaning. Something I don't enjoy. At all. I figured I had the money to hire someone to clean my house, someone who would stay out of my way and not disturb me whilst I was writing or playing. Unfortunately for me, everyone I hired seemed to never work out. There was the one who blasted music while she was tidying, then the one who brought all five of her children to work with her. Not that I minded, until they broke one of guitars. I swear they just made the mess worse than it was before. Frustrated, I put an ad out detailing what I needed done and my rules. I have four rules. One: do not disturb me, two: do not touch my piano, three: be as quiet as possible, and four: do not disturb me. I guess you can tell that I don't like to be disturbed. Sometimes when I'm writing, I can be there for hours, in the zone. If someone disturbs me, I lost concentration and most of the time, my ideas. Not a good idea for someone who depends on writing as his income.

I was surprised when four people applied for the job. The first three were disasters. I was hoping the fourth would be a success. Miss Isabella Swan. I really hope she works out, my house needs cleaning as soon as possible!

Miss Swan and I would be having an interview on the phone at 4pm. I don't like to show my face in public. I hate the reactions I get; the stares, the gasps, the pointing and, worst of all, the disgust.

I checked my watch and seen it was only 12:30. Might as well do a bit of writing until I had to speak with Miss Swan.

BPOV

5:30pm. It's frickin 5:30 and I'm still waiting for the phone call for my job interview! Such a good start. Cue the sarcasm.

I didn't have time to hang around and wait for Mr Cullen to decide to bother to ring me. I was a busy bee. College really isn't for amateurs. You see those movies where all college students don't go to lectures, have no work to do and party and day and night. They're wrong, very wrong! I have work due all the time. Essays, presentations, tests. Being a double major in English literature and German was just not easy! German is challenging enough without adding my English lit classes and work to the pile. But oh well, only one more year to go. I was a soon to be senior college student.

My name is Isabella Swan, although I go by Bella. I'm 21 years old, although I'll be turning 22 in a few weeks. thankfully I got a partial scholarship to Columbia University, I was so glad to get out of my hometown of Forks, Washington. Unfortunately, that doesn't cover board or food. I had worked through high school and saved some money, but that didn't last very long so I am in serious need of a job. When I saw the ad for cleaning Mr Cullen's house, I thought it was fate! I've had experience cleaning houses before, including my childhood home. My parents weren't exactly tidy. The salary and working times were amazing, seriously too good to pass up. I guess I let my enthusiasm get the best of me. It doesn't seem like Mr Cullen is that desperate for a new house cleaner. If it looks too good to be true, 90% of the time it is. Too bad this was one of those times.

Tired of waiting for the call, I decided to finish my German grammar work. I'd been putting this off for as long as possible, the subjunctive in German is not fun at all! I mean, it's not like it's needed. We don't even use it English nowadays!

Just as I was finishing the last question, hurray!, my phone started to ring. Grateful for distraction, I lunged for the phone, answering it with a 'what up dawg?' thinking it would be my best friend Alice. It wasn't. Just my luck.

'Hello, is this Miss Swan?' a smooth masculine voice whispered into my ear.

'Err, yes, it is. And who is this?' I replied, still shocked.

'Hello Miss Swan, this is Edward Cullen. I am so sorry for the delay in ringing you, I lost track of time when I was writing earlier on today' the mystery man said.

'Oh, Mr Cullen! Hi.' My cheeks heated in embarrassment, remembering my greeting when I answered my phone.

'I hope this isn't a bad time for you, I apologise again. Would you like to rearrange the interview for tomorrow? Around 6 if you're free, Miss Swan?' Mr Cullen asked.

'Yes, tomorrow at six is fine. I look forward to your call' I said, glad the interview would actually be taking place.

'Actually, Miss Swan, I was wondering if you would be able to do the interview in person tomorrow? Either at my house or a café somewhere? I'm sorry for the inconvenience.', he said shocking me.

'No. that's fine, Mr Cullen. I'll see you at your house tomorrow at six. Goodbye!' I stated cheerfully into the phone, waiting for a reply before I put the phone down.

EPOV

After giving Miss Swan my address and directions to it, I hung up the phone.

What. The. Hell?!

I don't know what came over me, asking Miss Swan to come and take the interview in person. I know I shocked her. Hell, I shocked myself too. I'm just glad she decided to come to my house. Me and public places just don't mix. After hearing that husky feminine voice over the phone, I just couldn't wait to meet her. I needed to see her, needed to meet the mysterious Isabella Swan.

God help me tomorrow.