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chapterTHREE

I rode up in the elevator (steering clear of the wall that had been previously been used as a sex aid) and leaned against the railing of the back wall, trying to gather my thoughts. I had never before been so attracted to any man in my life.

Of course, I'd had many previous sexual partners, but none of them had been able to turn me on as much as Edward had in a single encounter. And nothing had even happened!

All I knew was that now I had a fire burning inside of me that desperately needed to be taken care of. And since I didn't know anyone in this place, I'd have to take care of it myself.

I walked out onto the 4th floor, scanning the doors for 4B. Jeanette wasn't lying; it really was right down the end, furthest away from the elevators. Luckily, the rest of my luggage wouldn't be arriving until tomorrow and I only had one suitcase to carry, and my handbag. I fumbled around with the keys for a bit, before finally getting it into the slot and unlocking the door. The moment I stepped in I was overwhelmed.

It really was the most beautiful apartment I'd ever seen. First of all, it was huge! The door opened into a small but beautiful foyer that lead to the kitchen and lounge area, which housed an intimidating looking entertainment system. The kitchen was spacious and modern and had a large granite breakfast bench that was positioned in such a way that you could cook and watch the flat screen TV at the same time! Yes!

I walked on, into the master bedroom, and gasped. While the whole apartment was impressive, the bedroom was definitely the most amazing. The magnificent four-poster bed with drapes had to be taking up half the room! The room also had a large vanity table and chair, and next to it, the biggest wardrobe I'd ever seen. It was half full, and that confused me. Angela hadn't lived here for years, and as far as I know, I was the only person whom she had ever rented it out to. I fingered some of the clothing, which was mainly labeled, by famous designers such as Betsey Johnson and Marc Jacobs. I pulled my cell phone out, ready to call and question Angela, when I noticed a letter on the bed.

Bella,

Welcome to Seattle and la casa del Angela! So what do you think? Adequate for your stay? Well even if it's not, you're stuck with it! Haha!

Anyways, I took the liberty of adding to your totally boring wardrobe choices, as you'll notice in the walk-in. Also, I asked Seth, who lives in 4C, to stock up the fridge for you, so by the time you read this, it should be full. If you need anything, and I mean ANYTHING, go to Seth. He's like a brother to me.

Other than that, don't stay in all day reading or something mundane like that. Go out, meet new people, have some FUN! Remember, Belle, this is a holiday, and holidays are meant for fun. And as your super intelligent therapist (haha!), I say it's time you had some!

If anything comes up, or you just want to talk, you know my number. Give me a call anytime, day or night.

Love you,

Angela.

I smiled at Angela's protectiveness. She really was a sweetie. I put the letter down and decided a phone call to yell at her about spending unnecessary money on me could wait. I had other, ahem, more pressing things to do.

I closed the bedroom door, and stood in front of the colossal mirror. I slowly undid my wrap around dress and let it slide down to pool around my feet. I stared at my body in just a matching lace bra and panty set. I imagined it as Edward staring at me in my scantily clad body, and watched my nipples harden.

I let my fingertips roam my collarbone and move down, in between my breasts, down to my belly and back up again, all the while imagining it as Edward's beautiful fingers.

I unhooked the clasp of my bra, and let it fall to the floor. I let my fingertips roam the soft skin of my breasts for a moment before squeezing them and playing with my nipples. I pinched and rolled and teased my hard nipples, imagining it as Edward's hand, his mouth, his tongue, oh, God.

I kneeled in the floor, propped up on my knees as my fingers moved further down my body, slowly. I stopped at my thatch of trimmed hair and moved to my inner thighs, slowly – painfully – moving up towards my dripping sex. I cupped myself, feeling the inside skin of my hand against my wet folds and engorged clitoris. I grazed my wet folds with my right hand, and stimulated my clitoris with the left.

"Oh, Ohhh, Oh, God." I moaned, as I finally granted my fingers entrance. I pumped my fingers in and out in a constant rhythm, imagining Edward. His eyes. His smile. His hair. His – oh god – his damn fine ass!

The combination of the stimulation of my clitoris, my fingers inside of me, and all that Edward, made me come a helluva lot faster than usual. Damn, that man was fine! I lay back on the cool carpet, riding my orgasm for all it was worth.

If that man could do that to me after just a single meeting, imagine what he would do to me if I ever got the chance to actually bed him. Oh, hell!

I was immediately sexually frustrated again.

"Damn", I muttered, walking towards the en suite. I opened the door and was captivated. Like the rest of the apartment, it was shiny, new, and absolutely perfect. I filled the Jacuzzi (yes, a Jacuzzi!) with water and bubble bath, and slipped in. after successfully locating the button, I turned on the jets, and settled into my newfound heaven.

3

I was just slipping on a pair of dark denim skinny jeans and a loose white camisole when I heard someone knocking on the door. I walked to the door while still drying my hair with a towel, and opened it to a sweet looking man.

"Hi! You must be Bella! I'm Seth. Angie's told me a lot about you." He gushed. Seth was a tall gangly man, with a huge happy grin. He had russet colored skin, and a dark shade of sandy colored shaggy hair. I instantly loved him.

"Hi," I laughed, amused by this man. He really did seem like a caring brother. "Would you like to come in?"

He shook his head. "I was just about to head out, actually. I heard from Jeanette that you had arrived, and wanted to introduce myself. Angie told me she'd bash me up if I didn't look out for you." Seth chuckled, bemusedly, probably picturing tiny Angela trying to tackle him. "Why don't you come join us, actually? A couple of friends and I are going out for a drink and dinner. Wanna come with?

I was all set to say no, that I would be enjoying a nice quiet dinner by myself, but remembered Angela's letter and changed my mind.

"That's really nice of you, Seth. I'd love to. Let me just grab my bag."

I ran inside and grabbed my bag of the bench where I left it. I also slipped out of my comfy thongs and into my vintage deco pink pumps.

"All set?" Seth asked as I locked the door.

I nodded, and we made our way to the elevator. The more time I spent with him, the more I loved him. He was younger than me by a year, but he seemed infinitely wiser, with all his facts. There was never any silence between us; it was just too easy to talk to him.

As the elevator opened to the lobby, I noticed a leggy blonde stalking our way while hissing into her cell phone.

"–Fuck you, Edward! You better call me back as soon as you get this message!" Jessica caught Seth and I staring, and glared daggers at us. "What!"

Seth just saluted her, while I gave her an uneasy smile, trying not to let my thoughts appear on my face; Why is she mad at him?! Did they break up?! Is he fair game?! What's going on?!

Seth looked at me, bewildered. "Are you okay?"

Okay, so maybe I wasn't as great an actress as I thought. "I'm fine," I nodded

We drove in Seth's car along the busy streets of Seattle. Seth explained that we would be having drinks and dinner at a small but nice pub, with some of his friends.

"The guys are gonna love you." So he had noticed my hesitance. "Don't worry. Initially they might seem a little too…how would you put it…butch, maybe? But they're all real softies when you get right down to it. And they miss Angie. So it'll be nice to hear a bit about her." He smiled, encouragingly, as he parked.

I got out of the car and appraised the pub. It really was small, but it seemed homey, and that was nice. I followed Seth inside, and towards the back, where there were four other men sitting around a table laughing and chatting.

"Hey guys." Seth announced our arrival. "This is Bella, Angie's friend." At first they had seemed quizzical that Seth had brought a girl along with him – maybe I was intruding their guys night out, or maybe Seth just didn't bring girls around a lot – but at the mention of Angela's name, I was immediately accepted.

I was soon a part of the 'gang' and very happy that I had accepted Seth's invitation. In the short time I was there, I had become friendly with all four men – mischievous Paul; quiet but fun Embry; funny Quil; and good looking and kind Jacob.

I had gone to get another round of drinks from Garrett, the kind bartender, and when I came back, the guys were acting like children; they were teasing Seth, making smoochy sounds, about someone named Sam. Sam was probably his girlfriend.

I went back to the table and sat in Seth's lap. I don't handle my alcohol well and was getting very flirty towards all of the guys. I didn't know about anyone else, but when I got drunk, I got horny. I hadn't had sex in a long time, and now I had a choice of five gorgeous men. The guys must have noticed how tipsy I was and decided to call it a night. Since we had both drank a bit much, Seth and I shared a cab back to the apartment, in which I spent convincing him that women shouldn't have to bear the burden of walking, and how stilettos are the devil in disguise. In my drunken stupor, I convinced him to carry me up to my apartment. He definitely could handle his alcohol way better than I could and held his balance the whole way, before finally dropping me onto Angela's couch.

I pulled him down with me, half lying half sitting.

"Setthh" I slurred, moving my mouth towards his. He leaned back immediately, leaving me hanging,

"Whoa there, Bells." He looked alarmed.

"Whaaat?" I asked impatiently. "It's okay. You so don't need to play hard to get. This is just sex. 'Coz sex is fun." I hiccupped.

Seth pushed me off his lap and stood up. "Maybe I should just leave…"

"Is this 'coz of Sam? Whadduz she have, that I don't, huh?" I demanded, wondering why we weren't fucking already. "This Samantha chick's got nuthin' on me" I slurred.

Seth sighed. "Sam isn't short for Samantha, Bella. It's short for Samuel. Sam's not my girlfriend, he's my boyfriend."

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