A/N: I don't own Twilight. That lucky Stephenie Meyer does. I just responsible for twisting their little heads and making them do dirty things.

Songs mentioned in this chapter is

Highway man by Hoffmaestro

Stereo Love by Edward Maya

Chapter 3.

James hands were still on me, and I suddenly felt like a cheater as I stared into Edward's scorching gaze.

What the hell, I wasn't cheating. It would require him being my boyfriend for me to be cheating, god damnit.

So why did I feel slightly guilty?

Edward looked completely stunning and somehow the nickname 'green eyed god' that I had given him didn't quite do him justice. He was wearing a white t-shirt with some kind of band logo on it that I didn't recognize and his black leather jacket made his shoulders look both wide and strong. His jeans had a faded blue colour and hung on his hips in a way that should be illegal, he was looking way too hot to be good for my sanity. His clothes didn't exactly scream 'extremely wealthy owner of a multi million dollar company', but I had been hanging out with Alice long enough to be able to tell designer clothes from something off the rack. It looked more like he was saying 'I'm a confident man who knows very well that I am the best looking man in the building'. And of course, he was.

And then there was the face, that impossibly gorgeous face that had haunted my dreams at night as well as my daydreams… With piercing green eyes, chiselled cheekbones, a wild disarray of hair and lips begging to be kissed, he had all the features a woman could ask for, and then some.

"Miss Swan, how nice to see you here." Edward's voice surprised me a bit by being entirely different from the way he had spoken to me before, he sounded like he was trying to conceal whatever real emotions he was experiencing. His eyes betrayed him though, I could see that he was furious. Oh well, that wasn't really my problem. Sure, he was hot as hell and we'd had a great time messing around in my office but there had been to promises made between us, I was free to do whatever I wanted. Edward Cullen was my client, nothing more.

At least that was what I would keep telling myself. I had a plan, I remembered suddenly.

"Mr. Cullen, good to see you too." I answered, untangling myself from James's hands and reaching to shake Edwards. I might be planning to fuck him silly eventually, but as for now he was my client and I would stay professional during the time I worked with him.

No fraternizing with the clients, Bella. At least not if he didn't initiate it, but if he did… Well then I could take control and fuck his pretty little head straight.

Edward took my outstretched hand, and his hand felt so strong and perfect around mine. Don't go there Bella, don't you dare!

"Who's your boyfriend?" He asked, looking over at James with narrowed eyes.

"This is James, and he's not my boyfriend." I said, immediately feeling a bit sour. Did he really think I would have acted the way I did with him earlier if I had a boyfriend? Dick!

"I see. And what might James last name be?" Edward didn't even look at James now as he spoke, he was staring directly at me with a sly smile, obviously confident that I wouldn't know the answer. Oh, so he was trying to embarrass me, was he?

Two could play at that game. Screw being professional, if that was the way he wanted to play I wasn't going to back down.

"Miller. I usually make sure to get a possible fuck buddy's name before I stick my tongue down their throat." I smirked, thinking of how he had literally attacked my mouth the other night when we had met at the club. Okay, I would probably have done it if he hadn't started, but he didn't need to know that.

Edward's expression went from devious to surprised and then settled on amused, and maybe even a bit impressed.

"Do you now? How very honourable of you, Miss Swan." He answered, smiling his crooked grin at me.

Oh no, that shit ain't gonna fly with me tonight, mister.

"Indeed, Mr Cullen. Now, if you'll excuse me, James and I were just heading to the bar. I'll see you on Monday." I said quickly, grabbing James's hand again and started dragging him away from Edward, meanwhile ignoring the fucking butterflies messing around in my stomach. Damn him.

"Until next time then, Miss Swan." Edward's voice called after me, and I could feel his eyes on my back as I walked towards the bar with James in tow.

"What the hell was that all about? I thought that guy was going to try and hit me just now. Is he your ex or something?" James said, and I could hear that he was amused by the situation. He probably wouldn't mind if Edward would have started a fight, James was a bad boy after all, I thought, maybe a bit more pleased than I probably should be.

"Oh no, he's just some guy who thinks he can boss me around. He hasn't realized yet that I'm anything but, I don't take orders from men, I give them."

"That might be the sexiest thing I've ever heard" James said, and suddenly pulled me to him, leaning in so that his lips were almost touching me. Oh look, a fast learner! I do love those.

"You haven't heard anything yet, handsome" I whispered seductively, closing the rest of the distance between our lips. He was a great kisser, I'd give him that. Though a small voice in my head kept arguing that Edward was even better, but I ignored it.

I'd only 'known' James for a few minutes, but I liked him already. This was a man who knew how to have fun and who'd probably give as good as he got.

James ordered two shots of tequila for us, and even though I still felt the Cosmo's from before I threw the tequila down without blinking. Yes, I liked my liquor but I knew my limit so I never got crazy drunk and threw up at random people (aka doing a Rosalie) although I had been known to have unplanned sex with strangers against brick walls from time to time. Preferably bronze haired god-like men with green eyes.

I told James that I was going to go say hi to my colleagues, and he gave my ass a light slap as I turned to walk. He was gonna pay for that later, I said to myself, smiling.

Kate and Angela were on the dance floor so I sat down and exchanged a few words with the guys for a couple of minutes. Mike looked pissed so I guessed he had seen me and James kissing just now. I tried not to roll my eyes as he sat pouting the whole time, looking like a sullen five year old.

Suddenly the music changed, and I recognized my favourite song playing. I could feel the need to get up and dance building, it was physically impossible to sit still when Hoffmaesto's 'Highway man' was playing. After saying a quick goodbye to the guys I headed to the bar, wordlessly grabbing James hand and pulling him with me to the dance floor.

If I had found James attractive before, it was nothing compared to now. The man could move, and he pulled me close to him as we danced. His hands made it slightly hard for me to jump up and down like a crazy person in the way that the song required, so I settled for a sexy dance instead.

The dim light, the pounding music and James's firm hands on my hips made me feel high. The alcohol probably helped, but it was more the sensation of being in my right element, feeling completely carefree and enjoying being single, just the way I wanted to be.

When the song ended James motioned that he'd seen a friend and would go say hello, I waved him off, already lost in the next song. Once free of James's hands, I moved without restraint, feeling the rhythm of the music and letting it take over all my senses. I wasn't one to feel embarrassed about dancing alone and besides, from the second that James left I was surrounded by a number of other men, all eyeing me from head to toe repeatedly.

You can look but you can't touch, I thought, smiling to myself as I mimed the words to the song that was playing.

Can I get to your soul
Can you get to my thought

Can we promise we won't let go
All the things that I need
All the things that you need
You can make it feel so real

Cuz you can't deny
You've blown my mind
When I touch your body
I feel I'm losing control

Cuz you can't deny
You've blown my mind
When I see you baby
I just don't wanna let go

It was almost like experiencing a déjà vu when I felt a pair of strong hands on my waist, pulling me back against a warm, hard body.

"I seem to recall something like this happening before" His velvet voice whispered in my ear, echoing my thoughts. I turned around, reaching up to twist my hands in his hair and pulling his head down so I could whisper back. "Well don't expect the rest of that evening's event to be happening again."

I leaned back, looking him in the eyes as I let my hand trail from his hair down his chest and then, feeling quite bold, letting my nails scratch the front of his jeans where his erection was already prominent. Even in the loud room, I could hear his breath caught. He reached down and grabbed my hand, then spoke huskily in my ear again.

"You don't want to do that if you're not prepared to handle the consequences, Miss Swan."

I couldn't help myself, I grabbed him rather firmly, making him groan loudly in my ear.

"I'll leave you to handle the consequences yourself, Mr Cullen. I'm sure you're more than qualified."

Then, since my lips were still at his ear, I nibbled on his earlobe gently and felt him stiffen. Making Edward Cullen hot and bothered to his breaking point? Mission accomplished.

Releasing my grasp on his crotch, I smiled wickedly and walked off the dance floor, heading for the girl's bathroom. I would never admit it, but he wasn't the only one breathing heavier than usual right now.

It wasn't until I had gone down the stairs and was walking in the poorly lit corridor that I hoped led to the ladies room, that I realized I was being followed. I didn't even have time to turn around until two hands gripped me and pulled me into another corridor to the right, this one almost completely dark.

Of course, I didn't need lights to know whose hands were on me. I could smell his intoxicating scent, hear his ragged breathing and feel the contour of his body as he pressed me against the wall, standing impossibly close.

"Told you there'd be consequences, Bella. I'm used to getting what I want, when I want it and that's the way things are going to continue." He almost growled, his soft lips tracing my jaw line.

Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? He had his hands on either side of me so that I couldn't escape. I was trapped.

My body decided to respond to his in a way I couldn't control, just the feeling of his breath against my jaw sent goosebumps over my skin and my hands twisted in his hair on instinct, as if they knew exactly what they were supposed to do.

Except it was all wrong, I was giving in but I wasn't supposed to give in. What had he just said? 'I'm used to getting what I want, when I want it'? The realization that Edward thought he could just grab me and do whatever he pleased made me sober up slightly and I disentangled my fingers from the soft, bronze glory that was his hair and put my hands on his chest, trying to push him away.

"Oh but you seem to have misunderstood, Mr Cullen. I'm not a 'whenever you want' girl, and I will not give in to your control obsession." I said, looking him straight in the eye. He looked surprised for a second, before smoothing his expression and taking on a knowing look.

He smirked at me "We'll just see about that, won't we?" He leaned closer, ignoring my feeble attempts to push him away and pressed his warm, wet lips softly to the skin just under the edge of my jaw.

I almost came undone right then and there, it felt like my whole body was on fire and his touch was the only thing that could put the flames out. Or perhaps it was his touch that ignited them? Either way, the sensation of his lips on me was enough to make me melt in his arms.

I let out an involuntary moan as his hand trailed over my hips and down to my thighs. "That's right baby, it does no good to fight it and you know it." I wanted to tell him to go screw himself, to push him away and stand my ground. Didn't I have a plan? Right now I couldn't quite seem to remember it, and as his fingers found their way under the edge of my short dress I found that I really couldn't care less about some stupid plan.

Edwards was breathing heavily, his left hand reached up to cup my breast while his lips were agonizingly soft against my skin. I tried to turn my head so that I could claim his mouth, but when I moved he released my breast and instead grabbed hold of my chin. "Oh no, since you were so intent on torturing me before I think it's only appropriate for me to do the same." His rough voice was in my ear but I could hardly concentrate since his fingers were now tracing the edge of my underwear, teasing me by touching everywhere except were I craved it the most.

I took my hand off of his rock hard chest, reaching down to grab his hand and guide it to where the ache was now almost unbearable, I desperately needed his hands on me.

When he instead took his hand away altogether I almost screamed for the loss of contact and tried to force his fingers back, pressing myself closer to him. I was shocked when he responded by moving back and releasing me altogether.

What the hell?

"What fuck are you doing?" I demanded, feeling frustrated and unsatisfied. Not a very pleasant feeling I might add.

"Leaving you to deal with the consequences." Edward smiled darkly, and then my jaw almost dropped as he turned his back on me and walked away.

I think I might just have met my match. I thought as I saw him turning the corner and disappearing.

I tugged at the edge of my dress and then quickly pulled off my soaked panties, discarding them on the floor without a glance.

Edward Cullen was going down, in more ways than one.

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