A/n: Stupid Edward last chapter. Oh dear. Then again…
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Chapter 6
Bella POV
It had finally happened.
Edward 'womanizer' Cullen had finally laid one of his gorgeous long, pale fingers on me.
In fact, he'd laid all of them on me. He'd touched me, and made me feel amazing. His scent still hung in the air, and my skin was burning red hot where he had touched. My lips tingled, and remembered the sensation of being roughly pressed against his own cool, tasty lips.
My face was lit with a bright red blush, my clothes were messy, and my hair was mussed.
And I was completely unsatisfied. I had been so close. So close to being fucked by Edward, and yet, somebody had the gal in interrupt us at that critical moment.
I had never disliked anyone more.
Apart, maybe, from my co-workers. Edward didn't count, since he was my boss.
Oh, and Felix and Demetri were cool; and gay…and awesome. And really fun and nice and stuff. And not after Edward, since they had each other. Yeah.
So I sat there on the desk, completely wet, with no knickers, and my skirt having been pulled down my legs by the person who had pushed it up to start with, and wondering what Edward had meant by his last words.
"Take the rest of the day off", had been his words. What the hell? I wondered, he'd never told anyone else to 'take the rest of the day off'. Did he regret what he'd done? If so, why? Because he'd suddenly remembered I was Bella Swan, the woman who walked around in baggy clothes, and her hair tightly tied back. The geeky woman who he wasn't sure why he'd employed?
Obviously, he'd been too busy thinking about his libido to realise that he was about to sex up the one woman in the world that he wasn't attracted to. Fabulous, so he did regret it.
I pulled myself off the desk, and straightened myself up. Deciding not to knock a gift horse in the mouth, I dragged my sorry ass home, and cried my eyes out for a bit. Then I had lunch. Then Rosalie came around and ate my leftovers, whilst listening to my sorry tale of woe.
Then we went shopping: Rosalie style.
I'd never seen, or bought so many clothes in my life. I had a whole new wardrobe of clothes that was stamped with the Rosalie seal of approval. I'd never needed to use any of the money I'd made from writing books, since I had my job at the store, however, I went and blew a ton of the money I'd earned making my latest best seller. And, surprisingly, it felt great.
Rosalie called Emmett when we were done, to tell him she wouldn't make their late night rendezvous, in order to pamper me, make up new outfits, and show me how to do my hair and make up. I told her not to, but she insisted that it would be 'good for their relationship' if she played a little bit hard to get.
Hard to get was Rosalie all over. She only dated those who would put up with absolutely everything she threw at them for the first few months. She wasn't interested in being a trophy wife. She wanted real love. And, she confessed later, she thought that's what she had with Emmett. He'd been around for a few weeks, and she'd been taking some serious shit out on him. But he'd stuck with her. Not only that, but he made her smile, laugh, and happy in general. He seemed to love her, and it seemed that she loved him too.
I'd never seen Rosalie happier.
We fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, after putting together an outfit for me to wear to work the next day.
We woke up early, so that Rosalie could do my hair 'properly'. I washed my brown locks, then she curled them into big, beautiful ringlets, which fell around my shoulders and made me feel a little stylish. She forced me into lacy white underwear, which I rolled my eyes at, and gave me some light make up as I slipped into a blue summer dress and some flats.
Rosalie finished the outfit by fishing out some old plain silver studs, and handing over a plain silver bracelet that she'd been wearing the day before.
I was surprised at how much I loved my new look. I was uncomfortable about being so…different, sure. But overall, even I could admit that I looked good. Better than I ever had before, that was for sure. And I was…happy.
Rosalie shrieked loudly, proudly, and happily once we were finished with my 'new look'.
"You go girl!" She yelled at me, "you're going to knock his socks off!"
I giggled shyly, and headed out the door as she yelled her 'good lucks', and 'goodbyes' at me.
It was only as I pulled up outside the building that I got a little nervous. I'd gotten there early again, and, as usual, Edward's silver Volvo was already parked outside.
What would he think about my outfit?
I supposed I was going to find out soon, and got out of the car.
I snuck in through the back door, and made my way into the back room to grab the trolley of books I was going to be stacking first thing. We all had small, flexible timetables to work to during the day. And Wednesday morning was book stacking for me.
I made my way out towards the first aisle on the list, which hosted the classic literature we stocked. I looked down to see a pile of Dickens, Austen, and Bronte gathered on the top of the books, which were piled high.
It wasn't long before I'd finished my book stacking for the day, and I headed back to the back room to deposit the empty trolley.
I wasn't expecting to find Edward there.
Edward POV
I sat in my office for most of the morning, the day after I'd molested Bella. My conversation with Alice the night before was running through my head, which was cradled in my hands for the majority of the time I spent there.
"You idiot!" she'd yelled at me when she found out what I'd done. Oh yes, Alice was the only person in the world who knew about my feelings for Isabella.
"You stupid idiot!" she'd yelled, and hit me, when I claimed it was Isabella's fault for not wearing any underwear. Then she'd told me things I already knew, like the fact that I'd need to do some serious damage control. She knew that I'd said the worst thing possible before walking out of that room. I knew so too.
I just wished I'd thought about what I was going to say for longer before I actually said it. I might have managed to do the impossible, and found something to say that didn't completely incriminate me in the worst way possible.
Would it now look awful if I asked her out?
Yes, most probably, I realised, but it would look worse if I didn't. It'd look terrible if I didn't say anything. She might interpret it the wrong way.
I decided to just bite the bullet and ask her out. Obviously, she would know I liked her now…well…I hoped so. Obviously, she knew about my reputation, so I'd have to do a bit more damage control there as well, and make sure she knew I was definitely not only interested in her in a sexual way.
Of course, there would be no more pointless sex for me. No more feeling up employees, or flirting with customers, or…anyone.
Except Isabella, always Isabella.
I'd have to start calling her 'Bella' as well. I'd always loved the name Isabella, but I'd heard that she preferred to be called Bella…so that's what I'd do.
Bella, Bella, Bella.
Beautiful Bella.
Bella the beautiful.
Oh, Bella.
I was absolutely head over heels.
I decided to go grab a book from the back room to calm me down, and thought about how I would ask Bella out whilst I was there.
Bella, would you like to go out with me?
Bella, I would love for you to accompany me on a date?
Bella, dinner, Friday?
Imagine how surprised I was when Bella herself walked in, wearing the most beautiful outfit I'd ever seen in my life. The blue of the summer dress highlighted the white of her skin, making her glow beautifully; and the fabric clung to her every small curve. Her flats curved around her cute little feet, and her hair was curled professionally, and hung in gorgeous ringlets around her beautiful face.
The only thing I didn't like was the make up. Sure, she looked beautiful, but I preferred her with none.
"Bella", I said, and my plan to ask her out went out the window, as I suddenly found myself halfway across the room, with my lips pressed hard against hers. I wrapped my arms around her little body and squeezed her as close to me as was possible. I slipped my tongue into her mouth again, and I was rewarded with a beautiful moan. She wrapped her arms around me, and everything in life was suddenly perfect. Bella was in my arms.
If time stopped now, or the world ended now, I would be happy.
Then my libido stepped in again, and everything started to go downhill in some ways, and uphill in others.
My hands danced across her chest, and I rested them against her breasts. Gently, I brushed across them, and revelled in the feeling of her nipples hardening against my palms.
When I was finished, I carried on massaging one of her breasts with my left hand, and the other reached down to the back of her thigh, which I pulled up to rest on my hip. She held it there, whilst I traced a pattern down her gorgeous milky skin, and under her the blue material of her dress. Our kisses became more desperate as I got further up her leg. Finally, I found the material of her panties, and reached around to grope her gorgeous little arse.
She mewled into my mouth, and I felt myself smile. We broke out kiss for a moment to breath, and I took the opportunity to shove the door closed, and push her against it.
I took my hand from under her dress, and reached around to find the zipper at the back, which I quickly pulled down. The dress fell and pooled at her feet, and I stepped back to admire her.
She stood there in white, lacy underwear, looking absolutely perfect. Her face lit up in a gorgeous pink blush, and I reached out and cupped her face in my hand again. She looked up at me, and into my eyes, and I once again found myself realising exactly what I was doing.
As if I had been slapped, I stepped back, and looked away from her.
I felt her eyes on me, and I looked back at her face, careful not to look at her body again. She looked surprised, and worried, and worst of all, she looked hurt.
Of course she was hurt, I was taking advantage of her in the fucking store room. I was a damned idiot.
"I'm sorry, Isabella", I managed to croak out. And watched as a flash of something - pain? - worked it's way across her face. It was gone a moment later, and she nodded.
She moved forwards to grab her dress, and I sped past her, opened the door, and ran for my office.
I'd run away, all over again.
I was such a moron.
A/n: Oh dear. Stupid Edward. Review?
