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A/N: So I decided to continue with this story, since I got a really great idea about what was going to happen.

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Chapter 2

"Bella? Can I come in?" Mike's voice had never been more unwelcome than right now. I sighed, thoroughly annoyed at the interruption.

Edward had left just a few minutes ago, and I was no where near finished daydreaming about our steamy little make out session yet. I felt like a fucking teenager again, all giddy and dreamy about a cute guy.

Except Edward Cullen was everything but a cute guy… I was starting to think that he had two different personalities, since the Edward that had been in my office today was very, very different from the Edward I had met at the club.

Edward at the club had been charming, gentle and not so forward (compared to me anyway, since it was I who had dragged him from the dance floor). But Edward in my office? Of course he had also been charming, but there was nothing gentle about the way he had pressed his lips against mine after the first rather innocent introduction. The way he had grabbed hold of my waist and pulled me to him spoke of a man who was used to get what he wanted, and used to meeting no resistance. He had commanded the whole act, moving us the way he pleased.

If someone would have asked me two hours ago if I was a woman who let men take the lead, I would have laughed out loud at them. I was Bella Swan, and I never let a man be the one in charge when it came to sex.

But now? After one hour with Edward-green eyed god-Cullen I was a shadow of my former self. What the fuck? Bella Swan didn't get giddy over a man like that, Bella Swan didn't feel breathless when a man touched her and Bella Swan sure as hell didn't talk about herself in third person. I have to get a fucking grip, this was insane.

"Yes, Mike. Come in." I called, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice. It wasn't his fault that he had been born with the DNA of a bloody golden retriever, he couldn't help being clingy. Or so I told myself, or else I wouldn't be able to stand him. Better to feel pity than have a hissy fit on a daily basis.

Mike smiled as he entered my office, looking like I had just given him the best present of his life. Oh poor boy, he almost made me consider allowing him a mercy fuck, because surely he couldn't get anything else. But nah, I don't think I could stand having him panting in my ear or feel his sweaty hands all over me. Not to mention it would definitely not help the golden retriever syndrome and I'd probably end up having to bring a crowbar to work.

"How's it going Bella? Did you land the client?" Mike asked, sitting down in the bright red sofa. The sofa where just minutes ago Edward and I had been getting busy…

"Oh yes, I sure did." I answered, trying not to laugh at how accurate his choice of words had been. I landed the client alright, in every sense of the word.

"Congratulations! I guess you're close to your goal now, being partner and all. We should celebrate! Do you want to go out for drinks tonight? The guys and I are heading to Palace, and I think Angela and Kate are coming as well. You up for it?"

Ah hell, I was not the one to turn down a night out, even if Mike would be there. Besides, I really liked Angela and Kate so hanging out with them would be nice.

"Yeah, sure that sound like fun, count me in."

Mike's eyes lit up, and I almost thought he'd start drooling on my Persian carpet from the expression on his face. That guy seriously needed to get laid…

"Great! Do you want to grab something to eat first? I know this great little place near-"

"Actually Mike, I'm having dinner with some friends tonight, sorry, but I'll meet up with you guys later at Palace, okay?" I interrupted him, and watched his face fall. He didn't have much of a poker face, that's for sure.

"Oh, I see. Well, I guess I'll see you later then! Have a great day Bella and congratulations again!"

"You too Mike, goodbye." I smiled faintly, not wanting to encourage him and turned my attention to my paperwork. I heard him walk out and close the door behind him, and then I immediately turned to my computer to send an email to Rosalie.

From: Bella Swan

To: Rosalie Hale

Subject: Is it hot in here?

Rose, you will never believe who was just in my office. Or rather, who was almost dry humping me in my two thousand dollar designer sofa.

I pressed send and waited. I knew that Rose, who worked as a lawyer at the most respected firm here in New York, always had her laptop with her and would answer within 2 minutes.

Not even one minute later, I got an e-mail from her. You could always count on Rose to be eager for dirty stories.

From: Rosalie Hale

To: Bella Swan

Subject: That's my girl!

First of all, if it was that wile Michael Newton guy, don't even bother with the details cause I'd be seriously disappointed in you. You couldn't be that desperate, could you?

No you couldn't, of course not, that's just gross.

So… Was it some hot, rich new client? Or did Esmee finally agree to let you play with Carlisle? In that case I'm also seriously disappointed in you for not calling me.

Tell me girl, I'm dying over here!

From: Bella Swan

To: Rosalie Hale

Subject: Is the air conditioner broken?

Did you have to mention Carlisle? You know what thinking of that man does to me, and I'm not wearing underwear today Rose, thanks a lot!

Fuck I won't even answer that part about Mike. Watch it or I'll drag up the whole Eric Yorkie incident, and none of us want that, do we?

Seriously though, it was fucking green eyed god from this weekend! You know, the one who I had crazy sex with until you decided to drown all those tequilas and then throw up at that guy with the beard? Turns out, his name is Edward Cullen and he's my fucking client.

Well, both fuckingclient and fucking client I guess.

Hell Rose, he's even more gorgeous than I remembered. I think I need a Cosmoreos night to figure this shit out, I feel… weird, somehow.

You, me and Alice at my place tonight? I'll bring the Oreos.

Since we were seventeen we'd have this tradition, always the three of us. After every breakup, fuck up, hook up or make up we'd either celebrate together or comfort the one who needed it. The combination of Cosmo's and Oreos was something that just fell naturally.

Rose, Alice and I had been best friends since kindergarten, and we've always stuck together through everything. Before the Cosmoreos nights we'd have sleepovers and gossiped all night about which guy we had a crush on at the moment or what the girls in our class was wearing. We'd been the infamous trio, the ones that all the boys wanted to be with and all the girls wanted to be like.

Since we were all competitive like hell we used to always make dares to see how far each one of us would go in order to win, and no one had ever backed down. The most memorable of these dares was probably the time when Rosalie had dared Alice to walk into the football team's locker room, wearing nothing but a towel and saying that she had gotten lost when she was looking for the girls shower.

Let's just say that all the guys looked pretty gay, since we heard they all had a hard on in the shower after her little appearance.

We were bad ass teasers, and we knew it.

From: Rosalie Hale

To: Bella Swan

Subject: Confidentiality agreement

Bella. We all swore never to mention that name again. I suggest you stick to that, since I know a few of your darkest secrets as well honey. And I'm not opposed to sharing…

Shit, girl that's messed up! What are the odds? Cosmoreos is on, I'll call Alice and let her know. And Bella, I think this requires that me bringing out the big guns.

Ben & Jerry are coming as well.

From: Bella Swan

To: Rosalie Hale

Subject: Salvation!

Love you girl. Make sure it's the triple caramel, don't think cookie dough will be enough this time. I'll be home at 6.

From: Rosalie Hale

To: Bella Swan

Subject: All for one, one for all

Got it! Just texted Alice, she'll bring the booze. See ya later hun, and try not to do anything rash in the meantime.

Me? Do something rash? Never!

I googled him. A girl is allowed to google, right? I was just curious about my new client, nothing more, it's strictly business.

I wasn't interested in him other than for purely sexual reasons. A man who took charge like that? I'd have to explore that further…

Relationships weren't my thing after all, I'd never met a guy who could keep up with me. Oh sure, they all thought they could handle me at first, but I'd yet to meet a man who could be everything I needed him to be. I liked not having the cookie but still be able to eat it, so to speak. Preferably if it's an Oreo. And damn, Edward was sure as hell an Oreo.

Googleing Edward Cullen resulted in three things.

First, I found out that he was The Edward Cullen. As in CEO of Masen Enterprises. As in the richest man in New York.

Second, I leaned that he had had a lot of girlfriends. Or maybe they weren't girlfriends, maybe they were just girls who he brought to fancy events to show off. He did have a great taste in women, I'd give him that. Though it surprised me that all of them were quite the opposite of me, all of them tall, blonde and with fake boobs and noses. Gorgeous of course, but I could tell fake from real.

And third, Edward Cullen had a finger (oh those fingers…) in almost everything. I read through all of his achievements and all the different project he was involved in and was almost blown away by what he had accomplished. At the age of 31, he had built an empire. Geez.

I had heard of Masen Enterprises before, but I didn't know that the man behind it was Edward Cullen, most eligible bachelor in New York. I found out that Masen was Edward's father's name, who had passed away when Edward was only 11 years old.

A knock on the door interrupted my reading.

"Bella, you up for lunch at our usual spot?" Esmee asked, peeking in.

"Sure, I'm just about finished here. Meet you outside in 2?" I smiled, and Esmee nodded and left. I knew she was very curious to how my meeting with Mr. Cullen had gone, I could see her eyes sparkling. That woman loved gossiping, especially if gorgeous men were involved. Lucky she was married to the most gorgeous of them all, Dr Carlisle Platt.

Oh Carlisle, that man was just perfection… Probably the only one who could ever give Edward a run for his money.

I mentally slapped myself, it wasn't nice to think these kind of things about my boss's husband. She knew I had a crush on him though, since every female with a functioning hooha found him attractive.

I closed down Google and went to grab my jacket, then I met up Esmee by the elevators.

Our favourite lunch restaurant was just around the corner from the building, we'd spent countless of hours there over the years, laughing, gossiping and sharing stories about guys and sex and everything related to it. Esmee was wonderful, I was really lucky to have her as my boss.

Once we had ordered our salads Esmee got down to business. Count on her to cut the small talk and get straight to the juicy part. Just another thing I loved about her, she had a really dirty mind, just like me.

"Okey, so I want all the details. And not about the business, we'll talk about that later, but what the hell was going on between the two of you? Seriously, the way you looked at each other? I felt like I was watching the reunion scene in The Notebook! Have you met him before?" She spoke so quickly I hardly heard what she was saying, and had the most adorable excited smile on her face.

"Alright, alright calm down over there Mrs. Platt, I promise I'll tell you everything. Even the dirtiest little details that I know you love." I said and winked at her, then I launched into the tale of how I had met Edward at the club and what had gone down between us.

When I got to the 'sex against a wall' part, Esmee actually squealed with excitement. I went on telling her about how we'd spent an hour in my office making out like teenagers, not really speaking at all.

"But he wants you to do the job, right?" Esmee asked, suddenly looking serious. Ah, so there was a boss in there after all.

"Oh yes, he was very pleased with my proposition. I'm starting next week."

Once we'd finally gotten of the sofa and started talking business I'd been able to show of my very best side. Though the way he stared at my chest with a wicked smile on his lips made me doubt he was actually listening to what I was saying, but whatever.

Esmee and I talked some more about how incredibly sexy Edward Cullen was, and gossiped a bit about our co-workers before returning to the office.

The rest of the day passed slowly, I tried not to Google pictures of Edward and instead focused on finishing the presentation I had scheduled for tomorrow with another client.

When it was finally 5.30 I cleaned up my desk and pulled on my jacket, taking one last wistful look at my sofa. I would never be able to look at it the same way again…

The girls were already inside when I got home, they both had a spare key in case of emergencies like this one.

Alice was mixing the Cosmo's and Rose was just taking the Ben & Jerry's out from the fridge.

"Hi guys, you've been here a while?" I asked, throwing my black Marc Jacobs bag on the floor and kicking off my shoes. No point of changing into something more comfortable though, since I was meeting up my colleagues in a few hours.

"Yeah, I finished with my client early and picked Alice up on the way here." Rose said, grabbing three spoons and taking them and the ice cream into the living room.

"How are you girl? Heard you had a rather interesting start to the day?" Alice took a sip from her drink and smiled, holding out a glass for me.

I took it eagerly, throwing it down in three gulps.

"Yeah, it was quite interesting." I laughed, handing my empty glass to Alice who expertly fixed me another one in seconds. We were great bartenders all three of us, Alice had even worked at a club for a few months a couple of years ago before she got her current job as a purchasing manager for Saks on Fifth Avenue.

"Let's go sit down and you can tell us everything. And I mean everything. No leaving any details out, you know the drill."

I rolled my eyes, I never left out any details when talking to my girls, I doubt there was anything we didn't know about each other.

"So. Shoot." Alice said once we had settled back on my cosy, super large couch. I rearranged the pillows so that I was more comfortable and then spilled everything that had happened, what I had thought, what he had said and what I was going to do. The last part was the hardest, since I had no fucking clue.

"Okay, so let me get this straight. This guy that you had the best sex of your life with, and have been dreaming about for 4 days, magically shows up in your office and practically fucks you in your couch. He is gorgeous, charming, rich and a real catch, and what? You don't know what you should do?" Rose was watching me sceptically, like I was missing something important.

"Yeah, I mean it's just that there was something there… Kind of like a connection of some sort, I can't explain it. And he just took control like I've never experienced before, it was insane!" And oh so hot… I added in my head. "I'm used to being in control, that's who I am! And here this guy comes along and tries to take the lead? I don't know what to do, I can't just let him boss me around and I can't not have sex with him again."

"Bella, honey, in a case like this you do what you do best." Alice said, looking rather devious.

"What? Get drunk and fuck some other guy so I'll forget about him? That won't work since I have to see him every week for quite some time to come."

Alice and Rose looked at each other and shook their heads, then turned back to me with matching mischievous grins.

"No, you fuck him into submission. You show him who the boss is and make him follow your lead like a good little boy. That's what Bella Swan does best." Rose's wicked grin almost made me laugh, but I realized that she had a point. They were fucking right, I could sure as hell make Edward Cullen be obedient, and I would.

"Well girls, I guess we've got ourselves a plan!" I said, my smile just as devious as theirs now. We toasted to being the boss, and then spent a couple of hours drinking, eating Oreos and ice cream and laughing our asses off the way we always did.

When the clock was 9.30 I was quite drunk and suddenly remembered my plans with Mike and the gang. Probably best to get going soon.

"I'm going out for drinks with a few friends from work, you guys wanna join?" I asked, standing up and feeling slightly wobbly. Damn, how many Cosmo's did I drink anyway?

They both said they had to get up early for work the next day, but we made plans to go out together that weekend instead. I was lucky, I'd managed to get a lot of work done today despite my Google distraction so I could treat myself to a long morning in bed before I had to get to work.

We cleaned up in the living room, and while I and Rose did the dishes Alice disappeared into my closet, picking out a new outfit for tonight. She loved to dress me, and I didn't mind it since she had an excellent sense of style.

When we were finished I walked with them to the door, hugging them both and promising to call or e-mail as soon as I heard anything at all from Edward.

Just as I closed the door I heard my phone beep from inside my bag. I picked it up and saw that I had gotten a text from Mike, he was wondering where I was and saying that they were all at Palace and that the place was crowded.

I headed to my bedroom and got dressed in the clothes Alice had picked out for me. A strapless, tight black dress with a zipper in front combined with a pair of deep purple Prada heels. The dress was a favourite among the guys I'd noticed, since it was very easy to take off by just unzipping it. I couldn't say I minded that.

After applying on a bit more makeup and putting my hair up in a high ponytail I grabbed my silver clutch and headed out. I managed the impossible task of hailing a cab within 2 minutes and sat back, trying to push the thoughts of Edward that kept intruding out of my mind.

I'd never been to Palace before, it was a recently opened club in the most popular area and I'd really been looking forward to seeing the place, it'd gotten great reviews so far.

Getting out of the cab, I straightened my dress and looked around, the queue for the entrance went on forever it seemed. I picked up my phone to call Mike when I was suddenly swept up in a bear hug by someone really big.

What the hell?

"Well would you look at that! Hell's Bell's out on the town! Men everywhere, beware!" A booming voice called, and I recognized it immediately.

"Emmett boo!" I squealed, hugging him back fiercely.

Emmett had been one of my best friends when I was younger. My parents had divorced when I was just a few years old, and every summer I would spend two weeks with my dad Charlie in a small town called Forks, where he worked as chief of police.

I had run in to Emmett in the video store one day when I was 15, we were both there to buy the newly released film 'Fight Club' and we'd become friends right away. He made the time I spent in Forks a hell of a lot better, not to mention a hell of a lot more fun. Emmett was the male version of me, he had no verbal filter what so ever and had the dirtiest mind imaginable. He could connect everything to sex, and saw innuendos where one would never even imaging there could be innuendos. I loved him to death, of course.

"Ah Bells, where the fuck have you been? Damn girl you look fine!" Emmett looked me over with wide eyes and I smacked his arm, snickering. Wow, that was some bicep…

"I've been here boo, living the dream and all! Now what the hell are you doing in New York? And fuck you, why haven't you called me and said you're here?" I tried to glare at him, but couldn't help the smile that spread on my face when he flashed his patented Emmett grin, dimples and all.

"Sorry hun, I meant to call but I accidently deleted all the numbers on my phone… Don't ask, it was totally not my fault! I was going to send you an e-mail tomorrow, I just got here today you know." He explained, and I reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone.

"Well I guess you're forgiven, I'll give you my number again so we can have lunch together soon." I said, and he hugged my shoulders and dragged me towards the entrance of Palace.

"What's up Laurent? Good to see you man, you hanging in there?" Emmett greeted the bouncer as we passed the entire line of people waiting to get in.

"Hey Emmett! Good to see you to, the city hasn't scared you off yet?" Laurent answered as they fist bumped. Did people still do that? I guess they did.

"Nah, I'm managing to enjoy myself" Emmett's arm tightened around my shoulders and I gave him an elbow to the ribs.

"I can see that." Laurent said with an appreciative look at me. "Who might this lovely lady be?"

"Bella Swan, friend of this monster" I laughed and extended a hand to shake Laurent's.

"Nice to meet you Bella, hope you'll have a great time in there and keep an eye at my old classmate, wont you?" He winked at me and then opened the door to let us in.

"Oh I think he's the one who needs to keep an eye at me!" I called over my shoulder as Emmett put his arm around my waist and pulled me inside. I heard Laurent laugh loudly before the music drowned out all other sounds.

I looked around, very pleased with what I saw. Huge dance floor, white couches in the VIP section, two bars (as far as I could see, but man this place was enormous!) and people everywhere.

"Hey Bella! Over here!" A voice called, and I turned to see Mike and our friends sitting at one of the VIP tables overlooking the dance floor.

I waved and turned to Emmett, telling him I had spotted my friends. We agreed to meet up later and then he went to track down his own friends.

Before I reached the table I suddenly felt a hand on my lower back. I stopped and turned around to see who the hand belonged to, and looked up into amazing clear blue eyes, placed in a very, very handsome face.

"Hello there beautiful" The stranger said, smiling invitingly down at me. I couldn't help my answering smile because shit, this guy was hot. I mean super hot.

He looked like the typical bad boy, sexy as hell and with a killer body. His hair was dark blonde and his skin had a golden tan, probably the result from spending a lot of time working out outdoors.

This man was every dirty fantasy I had ever had personified.

"Hi yourself gorgeous." I smiled wickedly, and he raised his eyebrows and chuckled appreciatively. I knew guys were always surprised when a girl would give a comment like that back without blinking.

"Well you just made this evening a hell of a lot more exciting. What's your name?" Bad boy's left hand was still on the small of my back, and his other hand took one of mine and played with my fingers. Mmm, he had such smooth, masculine hands, I couldn't help imagining what he could do with them…

"Bella. What's yours, bad boy?" I said, moving closer to him. I couldn't look away from his eyes, they were stunning.

Bad boy leaned forward and whispered in my ear, simultaneously pulling me into his chest. "James Miller. And you're right, I'm bad. Really bad, in the very best way." He leaned back then and smiled, and I couldn't help myself as I reached up on my toes and let my lips touch his. Undeniable attraction? Hell yeah.

His mouth was eager, and I felt myself responding to him and kissing him more deeply, not even thinking about the fact that 6 of my colleagues was probably watching me.

A loud deliberate cough made me snap my eyes open, and I pulled back from James to see who it was.

I turned my head slightly, and was suddenly staring into narrowed, burning green eyes.

Edward Cullen.

Oh fuck.

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