A/N: Stephenie Meyer owns all characters, just playing with them. Things will get hot soon.
Playlist:
Kiss Me-The Cranberries
Release Me-Agnes
BPOV
When I saw him bringing my plate of food, I recovered myself and sat up straight. I couldn't believe I was trying to seduce him, it wasn't me at all. Who was this girl? I was no longer Bella around him.
He sat my omelet in front of me and placed the toast and jelly on a separate plate beside it.
He wiped his hands off, nervously on his apron. "Can I get you anything else?"
There went my pantyhose again. I nodded like an idiot. "Can I-can I get a cup of coffee?" He nodded and went to the kitchen.
He was back in no time with a coffee cup filled with dark liquid. "Thank you" I said in a small voice.
I decided to go with my gut. Without thinking, I reached out for him as he started to walk away.
I grabbed him forearm as he was turning and I felt a spark. My hand was tingling, but I didn't show it. He turned quickly, looking at me with those deep sea green eyes. I so desperately wanted to get lost in them. Not that I wasn't already.
I had to speak quickly or I would figuratively die. "Wait," I was still shocked at the touched but I needed to know his name. "What-what's your name."
He turned back to me, slowly and got down to my eye level. He stared at me, right into my eyes. Just as I wanted, I was lost in his eyes.
"Edward." He whispered quietly. "My name is Edward." I felt his breath across my face, my legs were already numb.
I was intoxicated by his very presence. "My-my name…" oh my fucking god, I forgot my own name! He had the very power to do this.
He smiled slightly at my inconvenience. "Bella." I recovered in a whisper.
He moved his face closer to mine and just at that moment, I heard in the background of the diner-which was still full of people but I didn't care anymore, I wasn't Bella-I heard "Kiss Me" by The Cranberries playing overhead.
Edward leaned his face gradually closer to mine and out lips met as soon as Dolores O'Riordan said kiss me.
Our lips only met for a few seconds, but oh how great those seconds were. His lips were firm but soft and they were divine. I was disappointed when he pulled back. As a reaction to not getting my way, my bottom lip jutted out into a pout. And he laughed at me. He laughed at me!
I couldn't believe anything anymore. Life was unreal now that I met Edward. "Bella," oh god how he said my name "I think we should get to know each other…more."
I sighed and nodded silently. "I'm Edward…Edward Cullen. I own this diner." He sat down across from me slowly while speaking. I smiled when said his own name.
"It's a very nice, cute petite diner. I love it." I smiled looking into his eyes. He looked at me, waiting for me to continue. "Oh, I'm Bella Swan. I work at the Washington Post as the Editor and Chief." I laughed at the thought of Charlie when I said chief, I missed him. I mean, I know I'm 28 and I've been out forever now, but I missed his horrible attempts to cook. I laughed silently again.
Edward laughed too. His laugh was music to my ears. And apparently my pants too.
"Really? That's awesome. My dad, Carlisle works at the hospital in Forks and he had bought this place back when he was young and he gave it to me on my 25th birthday." He smiled.
"Wait, your dad is Carlisle Cullen?"
"Yeah…why?" he said slowly.
"Nothing, I mean, my dad is Charlie, and he works at the police station in Forks too." I laughed making the mood lighter.
He thought for a second and laughed with me. "Small world. Actually, I think I may have gotten into trouble back in the day and I think it was your dad who arrested me." He laughed again.
I played with him, "Oh, so you're the one he had trouble with a lot." I giggled as his face fell slightly. He smiled and my heart skipped a beat.
My eyes scanned the room and fell upon the 50s clock on the walk. "Oh, shit" I said under my breath. I quickly grabbed my purse and flitted through it looking for a twenty and ten.
Edward was startled when I jumped from the booth and put my coat on. I gave him the most apologetic look I could ever conjugate, "I am so immensely sorry. I have to be at work in five minutes."
He held his hands up and waved me away politely. "No, no. You go, that's okay. It was-was nice meeting you." I could see all hope lost in his eyes when I started walking away. He had turned around in the booth and his shoulders sunk. My heart pulsed at his sadness. I rummaged through my purse quickly and found a sharpie. No fucking idea why I had a sharpie, but it worked.
I walked swiftly back over to Edward's still body at the booth and grabbed a napkin. I wrote my name and number in the best fast paced good handwriting I could, kiss it with my lipstick and set the napkin in front of him. He looked at me and I blew a kiss at him and walked out the door smiling.
EPOV
She had gotten up so fast that I knew I had said something wrong. Stupid, Edward, stupid! I mentally kicked myself for that one.
She apologized and I let her go. I let her go. Another mental kick.
My shoulders huffed over as I heard he heals clicking away on the tile. My cock had gone limp as well. Stupid inner pervert. I didn't just to fuck her, I wanted to love her. All day and all night long. I wanted to know her too. She was beautiful and I wanted to know her. I needed to know her.
I closed my eyes and basked in my shame. I was probably never going to see her again.
When I opened my eyes, there was a napkin in front of me with her name and phone number on it. My eyes searched for hers. I found them at the door. She looked at me and my cocked jumped again.
She kissed her hand and blew me a kiss then walked out the door.
I watched her walk out to her car; damn she had a tight ass. My situation was getting uncomfortable.
I almost ran to the kitchen and told Eric to watch things for the day. He agreed quickly. I made sure Jessica was informed to look over as well.
I went out the back door and walked to my car. Silver and sleek, my 2005 Mercedes SLR McLaren always was fast paced and that's what I need right now.
I hopped in and turned the key. Revving the engine and backing out of my reserved parking space.
Speeding the whole way down town to my house was the only to get there. As I sped, I thought of when I used to drag race in my mischievous teen years and Chief Charlie Swan always caught me. I laughed at the one night he made me spend a night in jail.
I never knew Chief Swan had a daughter, but I was thank he did. I thought about Bella as I got closer to home.
I parked my car in the garage and got out quickly. I sprinted into the house with a joyful smile on my face. This girl did too many things to me that I didn't think were ever possible. And I couldn't believe I'd only known her for a half hour.
I went straight to my kitchen; I was hungry a little bit. I ate some grapes, tossing them up in the air and catching them in my mouth.
I thought about when Bella touched me, there was a spark and it made my whole body shiver and tingle. I'd never felt that before in the past.
This is crazy; slow you're roll buddy boy. My inner pervert and voice was right. I don't even know this girl, but she was totally and completely gorgeous.
My dick throbbed and I knew I needed to take care of it.
I went upstairs and started the shower. Before undressing myself, I check the water, it was nice and warm. I went and turned on the radio and turned it up, blaring it. I was completely naked, I looked in the mirror. My cock was at attention and I couldn't help was stroke it.
It felt so good. I hurriedly stepped into the shower. The water trickled down my body as I kept stroking. I could tell I was close but I took it slow, enjoying it.
I thought of Bella and when she first walked in this morning. Her long mahogany hair, chocolate brown eyes and long legs. I was stroking harder and faster now, playing with the tip. Oh, fucking god! The radio was playing a chick song, but I laughed at what it was. "Release Me" by Agnes was playing loudly.
I grunted as I finally came. And I heard myself say Bella's name.
Lathered my body and washed my hair quickly, rinsed and got out.
I dried myself off and thought about Bella again; of course I was instantly hard as a rock. This might be a problem, especially if I see her again.
BPOV
Holy fucking hell! I drove straight to the office.
No matter what I thought of, my thoughts carried me back to Edward and his eyes.
I was distracted as I walked through the desks of tempts and secretaries. I heard someone called my name and stopped dead in my tracks.
"Miss Swan?" it was Angela, my secretary. I turned to her. She was the shyest, sweetest girl ever, and we've been friends since high school.
"Yes, Angela?"
"Uhm, here are your papers to edit and review for the love section," she handed me a folder. "And these are you messages."
"Thank you, Ang. Who called?" It was too early, but I got my hopes up.
"Uhm, your dad, and Phil." It wasn't a good sign that Phil was calling and not my mother.
"Okay, thank you." I smiled and walked into my office.
Oh, shit. I immediately called my mother, or Phil, whom ever would answer the phone. Worrying about my mother was a habit, which started when she sent me out here to Forks. I hated her for that, but she was my mother and I loved her to death.
I sighed in frustration at the ringing line through the phone. Just pick up already!
"Hello?" a voice from the other line.
"Mom? Phil?"
"Bella? Oh, my god! Bella!" it was my mother, of course.
"Yes mom, now what the hell is Phil calling me?"
She sounded guilty. I could always tell. She could read me and I could read her, no matter if it was through a phone.
"Uhm…"
"Mom!" I scolded her.
"I missed you and you ignore my phone calls. So I asked Phil to call and scare you." She ranted on.
"Mom, I do not ignore you calls. I'm busy here, and I barely have anytime to call. I'm sorry though."
"I know. I'm sorry too." She was such a child. "So, when are you coming to Florida?"
I sighed, she always did this. "Mom, I told you I'm busy."
"Oh, come on Bella! No one is that busy!" she whined. I went silent and so did she, but not for long. "So…"
"What Mom, I know you're dying to ask something, just ask me."
"I was just wondering…did you meet a boy yet?"
Here we go again. "Come on, Mom. I see boys every day."
"Yeah, but are any of them special?" she hinted. I didn't want to have the sex talk again, over the phone and especially since I'm 28 fucking years old.
"Mom, please." I begged her.
"Okay okay," I could see her hands up in defense. "Sorry. I love you, Isabella!"
I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Love you too, Mom. I've got to go. I'll talk to you when I can, alright?"
"Okay." I could hear the sadness in her voice. "Phil says hi and bye. Oh and sorry too." She laughed a little bit.
"Bye, Mom." "By, hon." And the line went silent.
I loved my Mom, but sometimes she was just crazy invasive.
Reaching over to my radio, I turned it to my favorite station and turned it up a little bit too loud. Everyone knew not to disturb me when my music was playing, that's how I worked.
I lifted up the end of my dress and removed my pantyhose, those were ruined. I opened my brief case and tossed them in there and sat in my chair.
I thought more of Edward Cullen, the Greek God from a half hour ago. He made me so wet, I explored my body.
I roamed my hand over my breasts and gave them a squeeze then went down to business.
I rubbed my clit, circled and circled as the images of Edward from this morning came in front of my head.
His muscled body, his ripped abs from underneath his shirt, his butt which was amazing, and his emerald sea green eyes which held me captive forever.
I was already near climax when "Release Me" by Agnes came on the radio. This was one of my favorite songs. I rubbed more and more, moaning quietly to myself.
Just as I came, I moaned Edward's name and Agnes said "Release my body", I laughed. Also as I came, my door opened, it was Angela.
"Angela!" I screamed, "Get out!"
My face turned tomato red, I'm sure, as her eyes bugled and turned around out the door.
Fucking A! I mentally kicked myself; I knew I should've locked my door anyways.
I pulled my thong back up and my dress down. Fuck, how was I going to face Angela? This was serious 'fuck my life' moment.
I bit my lip, turned off the radio and walked out of my office. Angela wasn't hard to find, she was still standing next to the door, scared shitless.
"Angela, can I see you in my office, please?" I asked so nicely. She whimpered but nodded.
I sat in my chair, and asked Angela to sit in the chairs across my desk. They're usually for clients or just meetings in my office. I could tell Angela thought she was going to get fired.
"Ang, it's okay." I reached my hand out to her, but we were too far it was just an attempt. She was holding folders tight in her chest. I could see her knuckles going white over her skin.
"Angela, I swear to God that it is okay. Will you look at me, please?"
Her head slowly rose and her eyes looked at me. I opened my mouth, but saw her's open and let her talk, which was a mistake because she wouldn't stop apologizing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm-" she tried, I raised my hand in protest. I shook my head, "No. It's okay. I don't care. We're best friends, but you're new here. When my music is playing, and loud, no one really bothers me because I'm concentrating and working." I sighed, "But this time I wasn't."
Talk about an awkward silence. I'm sure Angela was thinking the same damn thing.
"Am-am I fired?" she said in a small, terrified voice.
"God, no!" she jumped back. "Sorry. No, Ang, I told you. You're my best friend, I don't care." I laughed.
Angela left after a few minutes of settling everything. Poor girl, probably scarred her for life, then I laughed at myself.
I started to go through the folders Ang had already given me, but then my phone rang.
"Ms. Swan?"
I pressed down the button, "Yes, Ang?" I hope she wasn't calling to come in the room.
"You have a caller on line one."
Who'd be calling me now? I hope it wasn't Phil or Mom again. Maybe Charlie, hmm I don't know. "Who is it, Ang?"
"They didn't say a name, but they said it's very important and something about an omelet?" she questioned as I guessed she read a paper.
"An omelet?" then it hit me. "Okay, Ang. I'll take it, thank you."
She hung up without an answer.
I pushed line one. "Hello, this is Bella Swan."
A/N: Is is hitting you yet? It's very sketchy, ahaha. jk. More on the way soon. I'm a teenager, I have a life. Haha. REVIEW PLEASE. :)
