Subject: Edward Cullen aka The Womanizer
Chapter Two - Torture 101
Betaed by: Caroline Z. Masen
Edward
If I had been hard before it didn't compare to how hard I was now. Did I mention I was painfully hard?
Emmett looked at me like he may have heard me, but he shook his head and returned his attention back to Bella, who thankfully appeared to not have noticed.
"Bella, I'm so sorry," Emmett said, all the while looking at her chest.
Fuck, is he ogling her?
"Let me get you some napkins." Emmett said, opening the door to the lounge further.
I chanced a glance, and Bella looked like she was on the verge of tears.
"Emmett, I don't have a jacket," Bella mumbled as she crossed her arms over her chest. Thankfully it interrupted my ogling. "What was in that glass? It feels sticky."
Did she say her body felt sticky? Holy hell, I could practically see her body sticky with sweat as I lapped up her juices from her glistening, wet sex. Hmm…I didn't usually do that unless there was something in it for me. For some reason, however, I really wanted a taste of Bella.
She was obviously uncomfortable, and I thought it would best not to tempt myself further. Shaking off the thoughts of going down on her, I pulled off my suit jacket and handed it to her. She shook her head no.
"Club soda," Emmett said, handing Bella some napkins. He had the decency to look embarrassed. "Sorry."
"Bella, just take my jacket, and you can get cleaned up," I said – anything to get her to cover up. It was taking every ounce of control not look at her chest again. However, I completely and utterly failed.
Oh God, all-lace cup. Fuck me.
"I'll ruin your jacket," Bella mumbled. "Ugh…excuse me." She brushed past me, running down the hall. I glared at Emmett who just shrugged in response.
"Bella, wait, the restrooms here are co-ed!" I called after her. I had made it just outside the door to the restroom when I heard a soft scream and gasp.
"Hey, beautiful." I knew that voice – James. I swung the door open and found Bella at a sink, trying to cover up as James stalked toward her.
I cleared my throat, alerting them both to my presence. My eyes were fixated on James's outstretched hand. A possessiveness I had never felt before emanated suddenly from my chest as I felt it tremble with a whisper of a growl.
"Bella, you can clean up in my bathroom," I stated firmly so that James could hear me.
Bella just nodded in response, her eyes still glistening. She looked completely vulnerable. I offered my jacket again, and this time she took it as she walked past me and whispered a "Thank you" before leaving.
"Hmm…new sex toy, Cullen?" James sneered, his eyes positively giddy with delight.
"No, she's my new personal assistant," I growled, glaring intently at James.
"Even better." James licked his bottom lip.
I felt the possessive spring coil, ready to be sprung again. "Stay the fuck away from her, James," I snapped, taking a step closer.
"Fine, you have first dibs," James spat back, "but once you toss her aside, I'll pick up the pieces, as usual." He always would settle for sloppy seconds, the sick bastard. Not that I really cared, but this was different…I thought.
I laughed. Bella didn't seem the type to fall for someone like James. She seemed too smart to.
Where did that leave me?
"I doubt that," I said. I turned on my heels and left the restroom.
Is that the way I'm perceived by someone like James? Even he saw what I would do to someone like Bella. Still shaking my head, I went to my office.
I opened my office door cautiously and made my way to the bathroom door. I heard water running from the sink; I knocked lightly. "Bella?"
Sniffles broke the silence. "Umm, I'm sorry. I don't have anything to wear now."
Oh God, she's in there, motherfucking topless. I shuddered, having to adjust myself again.
Fucking bastard, she's in there crying, too. I was completely disgusted with myself.
"My sister Alice sometimes keeps some of her clothes in my closet," I said. "You can borrow something." I waited for a response. I heard the water being turned off and the soft click of the door being unlocked. I took a few steps back.
Bella opened the door slightly, biting her bottom lip nervously. A slight pink flush was coloring her cheeks. She was wearing my jacket with one hand holding it closed, and in her other hand was her wet shirt and bra. She was nervously fidgeting with her wet clothing.
Shit! Shit! Fuck! She's wearing my jacket without a fucking bra!
I tried to shake the mental image of her removing that jacket and giving me a view of her breasts, but I was failing miserably.
"Thank you," Bella whispered, pulling me out of my thoughts. I nodded and gestured toward the closet. She walked ahead of me and pulled the door open, gasping slightly when she realized that it was a large walk-in closet. I showed her where Alice kept her things along the right side of the wall.
Damn pixie thought she owned the place.
I exited the closet, giving her space to change. I left the door slightly ajar and went to sit at my desk, trying not to think of the topless woman in my closet.
"What time is it, Edward?" Bella called from the closet.
I pretended to look at files on my computer and moved things around my desk in hopes of not alerting her that I was fantasizing about her emerging out my closet naked.
"It's ten to nine," I answered. I looked up at my computer and brought up a file.
"I'll try to hurry, but I have a little problem. Umm, is your sister tiny or something? Nothing fits." Bella sounded frustrated, and I chuckled.
"Yes, she's pretty small," I answered, still laughing softly. I was internally thankful of this fact, because it meant that whatever she wore, it would be fitted around her delectable body. It would fuel even more fantasies about Bella.
Then I thought, why fantasize?
"Okay, I think this is the best I can do," Bella said as she stepped out in a very tight v-neck in dark blue. The color stood out in stark contrast to the pale cream of her skin.
Blue is my favorite color now.
"I'll pay for dry cleaning your jacket, it's wet," Bella said, biting her lip, her hands holding her blouse and bra. I was hoping that the jacket wasn't the only thing wet, because the tip of my cock sure was.
"That's not necessary, Bella. Emmett will pay for it and yours, if you'd like," I said with a smile, trying to reassure her that it wasn't her fault.
"Do you need anything for the appointment coming in?" she asked. She wasn't meeting my eyes, her cheeks still slightly pink.
I found the blushing both fucking sexy as hell and adorable. Weird. I didn't do adorable.
"Yes, can you sit in and take notes?"
"I have a court reporting experience, so I can transcribe everything you dictate." She shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "I have my laptop with the program I can use."
"That sounds great. Just knock and show them in." I nodded and looked back at my computer.
"I will. Thank you again, Edward," she said as she closed the closet door and left. I took several deep, soothing breathes, trying to clear my head.
How can a woman be so damn sexy and look so vulnerable at the same time? It just makes me want her more.
I am so fucked.
Bella
I made my way to my desk, pulling out my laptop to get ready for Edward's first appointment of the day. I was mentally congratulating myself for a job well done. Everything had gone according to plan, except for that James guy. I shuddered slightly as I remembered the way he had looked at me.
I might have to consider giving him my card. Usually that piece of paper scared the fuck out of most men. Want me to analyze everything you do?
"So how did it go, Bella?" Emmett whispered from behind the door to my office.
"Perfect," I smiled, laughing softly. Emmett looked over his shoulder and walked over to Edward's closed office door. He leaned toward the door to listen in, I assumed.
Once he seemed satisfied, he walked over to me, taking a chair in front of my desk.
"You did a great job," I said. I opened up the program I needed for the appointment. "Thanks. Though club soda was a bit much, don't you think?"
Emmett grinned, obviously proud of himself. "It worked, didn't it? Instead of having to just dry off wearing his jacket, you had to change in his office. I wouldn't be surprised if he was sporting a boner the whole time."
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from moaning at the thought.
Edward + hard on = multiple orgasms. Shit.
"Now we make sure you're invited to the club, right?" Emmett asked, wanting a reminder of the plan.
"Yes, your sister and Rosalie are ready for the next part sometime before he leaves this afternoon," I said, looking over my PDA. "He should be able to leave before four today, so they should come sometime before that. Can you let them know?"
Emmett nodded in response. "Good luck," he snickered as he got out of his chair and left.
I didn't need luck. I just needed Edward to say, "Oh dear God" again.
Damn, where did that come from?
Edward Cullen was too damn sexy for his own good, and it wasn't making my job any easier.
I am so fucked.
Edward
Thoughts of Bella kept running through my head, mainly of her coming out of my closet completely nude except for the glasses and heels. She would then stalk toward me, her hand traveling to the stick holding up her hair and releasing the long chestnut locks cascading over her shoulders and neck.
Great. Now I'm not going to be able to stand up and greet the fucking potential client. I needed to get her out of my mind.
I wondered idly who I could call – Rebecca, Jamie… No, maybe someone new. I could just pick someone up at the club tonight.
A knock brought me out of my thoughts. Then they went right back to Bella, who was stalking towards me as she led in two men in their mid thirties.
One of the men, which came into the room, had short black hair and the other light brown. The one with dark hair leaned in and whispered in Bella's ear. She blushed lightly, shaking her head.
An inexplicable rage coursed through my body as he leaned toward her once more, causing her to blush again and bite her lower lip. My eyes narrowed, glaring at them both. When Bella noticed my expression, she looked taken aback and stepped away from the client.
"Mr. Cullen, this is Michael Blake." Bella gestured with her hand to the one with the green eyes. "This is David Grey." I lifted myself slightly from my chair and gave them both firm grips, especially the one that had made his intentions toward Bella obvious.
I didn't condone my PA's dating clients, because I'd be an ass, considering I had fucked most of them. I just wasn't used to clients eye-fucking my PA while I was in the room.
Bella pulled a chair slightly behind me and to my left before taking a seat and propping up her laptop on her exposed knees.
The scent coming off her skin was intoxicating. It was some kind of sweet flower, and I didn't know how to explain – warmth. She gave me a breathtaking smile and nodded, letting me know she was ready.
We started going over some of the finer details of a project for a five-story club and restaurant in the greater Seattle area. I could hear Bella typing softly behind me, and I smiled; I could at least have her close to me for now.
Later though, I wanted her writhing under me as I pounded…damn it! I had to stop thinking of her like that right now. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, aware that Bella could probably see my predicament.
Did I want her to know? Why not? It would set the idea in her head that I wanted her.
Every once in a while, I noticed Mr. Grey's eyes wander toward Bella as his business partner talked. I discreetly looked at her from the corner of my eye and immediately understood why.
Apparently it was a little cold in my office.
Fuck. I can almost taste her hardened nipples on my tongue. What is this woman doing to me?
I got up from my desk as Mr. Blake continued prattling on about structural changes that the city building department was requesting.
I quickly walked over to my thermostat and adjusted it. "Sorry, it felt a little chilly in here." My voice emphasized the word "chilly" for Bella's benefit. It worked – she gasped slightly and shifted in her chair so that her laptop hid her chest from view.
As much as I wanted to see her sweet nipples calling for attention, I didn't want the asshole ogling them, too.
The meeting continued for another twenty minutes before Mr. Grey and Mr. Blake got up from their chairs to leave. Bella walked to my office door, escorting them out.
Before Mr. Grey exited, he held out his card for Bella. She blushed, looking down and taking the card.
What the fuck is that? Oh, hell no. She is not going to call that cocky bastard.
Bella nodded curtly, and Mr. Grey left. She was about to step out when I cleared my throat, and it caught her attention; she turned her gaze at me.
"Did you need something, Edward?" Bella asked nervously.
"Yes, please take a seat." Bella bit her lip and nodded, closing the door behind her as she came back in. She took a seat in the chair directly in front of my desk, her hands nervously fidgeting, still clutching her laptop.
"Bella, I'd appreciate it if you would refrain from dating any potential or current clients, or employees of this company. It looks bad," I stated simply, looking up from my desk into her eyes. Her eyes narrowed, and she scowled.
"Mr. Cullen, I might remind you that this morning's incident was not my fault." She paused before continuing, her skin flushed from anger.
"It isn't my fault that I have to wear a sweater too small for me. It's also not my fault that men like that snake in the bathroom and your potential client are pigs. I took his card so it wouldn't threaten your business relationship with him. I have no intention of keeping it. I don't appreciate being accused of being some kind of tramp, especially for something out of my control." She crossed her arms in front of her chest and continued to glare at me.
I cocked an eyebrow, amused by her anger. She glared daggers at me before she lifted herself from the chair and walked away.
At the door, she turned. "By the way, Mr. Cullen, I might remind you that you noticed my little 'problem,' which means that you are by no means a gentleman. Also, I hardly believe that 'Oh dear God' is an appropriate way to respond to a woman from your office in a see-through blouse." Here words were nearly a growl as she finished speaking, and she slammed the door closed.
Fuck, she had a temper, and it turned me on even more. She'd also noticed what I had said earlier. Of course she had.
Shit, I'm a fucking idiot.
Bella
Shit, that did not go well, I thought as I started pacing my office. I placed my laptop on my desk and went over the day's events so far.
First there had been that disgusting, greasy blond-haired jerk in the restroom, and thankfully Edward had stepped in and helped out. Not that I really needed it, but I knew he had been following me.
I had thought at the time that by playing the damsel in distress he would either a.) Be an asshole and ogle me along with the other asshole, b.) Pull out his armor and shield and protect said damsel or c.) Act completely possessive.
Who knew it would be d.) All the above. He had ogled me – more than once. He had pulled off his jacket, basically handing me his armor, and he had been possessive. He'd had fucking growled, I knew I'd heard it. The asshole probably didn't like sloppy seconds.
That other creep Mr. Grey was unexpected. Edward could hardly blame me for that, but apparently he did.
I idly wondered why he had chosen to help me out in the restroom and then again in his office with my "little problem".
Unless it's something else, could he be jealous? Nah, it's too soon for him to feel that. It would explain his reaction to Mr. Grey, though.I thought that I should test it out, just in case. I made a few phone calls to test out my theory – tonight.
I had to concentrate on the rest of the day and remain a little pissed at him to hopefully add more fuel to his desire. It was up to Alice and Rosalie to help.
Edward
For the rest of the day, Bella remained distant, refusing to linger in my office once a client had left. She also chose not to make eye contact and called me Mr. Cullen with a firm, clipped tone.
I tried several times to coax her eyes to meet mine so that I could in some way convey that I was sorry for what I had implied. She never gave me a chance.
Well, at least my father and brother wouldn't have to worry about another law suit. It figured that I would fuck up her first day.
Nice going, asshole.
After I had arrived back from a short late lunch across the street at a local deli, I noticed Bella had changed. She was in a sweater that fit her much better and did not expose the smooth flesh from her breasts. It made me want to see them more.
"Bella," I said, but she interrupted me before I could continue.
"Ms. Swan," she corrected with a firm tone.
Yup, she's still pissed.
"Ms. Swan." I matched her tone. "What's my schedule like for the rest of the day?"
"Mr. Cullen, you have an appointment in twenty minutes for the Mendez Project, which you scheduled for one hour and thirty minutes. Then you're free of appointments for the rest of the day. Do you need me to transcribe for your next appointment?"
"Yes, Ms. Swan." I wanted to at least apologize, but I was interrupted before I had a chance. Two pains in my ass had decided to pay Bella a visit.
Great, that was all I needed, for them to become friends with her. Apparently, their friends were off limits.
Add another reason not to fuck her. The cons were far outweighing the pros. Then I looked at her lovely legs and gave myself two more pros. That of course led to her ass, which added another pro.
"Hello, Emmett told us someone new had started. I'm Alice Whitlock, little sister to the Cullen brothers." Alice made her way to Bella and extended her hand. Bella instantly smiled at my 4'10, younger adopted sibling, taking her hand.
"Bella Swan, it's nice to meet you," she said a smile on her lips, the first one since this morning.
I loved that smile. Too bad it wasn't meant for me. I watched, feigning interest in a file I had.
"I'm Rosalie McCarty-Cullen, Emmett's wife," Rosalie said, also extending her hand. Bella took it, rising from her chair.
"It's nice to meet you. I must say, you are just as beautiful as Emmett made you out to be." Bella smiled again.
"Thank you. I can tell we're going to get along just fine." Rosalie returned Bella's smile with her own.
Wow, that doesn't happen often.
Rosalie-fucking-Hale-McCarty-Cullen didn't smile at strangers. She had yet to show any warmth toward me, and I've known her for five fucking years. God, you'd think you had to grovel at her feet to get her approval. Apparently, calling her beautiful worked.
I guess I shouldn't have had asked Emmett if they were real when I thought she had been out of earshot at the Christmas party where he introduced her to the family.
As Bella stepped out from behind her desk, Alice let out a whistle.
"Wow, look at those legs." Alice looked at Bella's legs admiringly, and Rosalie joined in, looking impressed.
"You have to tell me where you get waxed. I've never seen legs so smooth," Rosalie chimed in.
"I don't. I had laser hair removal a while back," Bella said, her cheeks flushed. She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt while my family continued to eye-fuck her legs.
"Oh my God, I've always wanted to do that. Is it worth it?" Rosalie asked. She slowly took a hand to Bella's thigh, pausing slightly, as though asking for permission. Bella nodded, and Alice followed Rosalie's lead.
Oh for all that is holy, they're feeling her up!
"I think so," Bella said, shrugging her shoulders.
"Your skin is so soft – like silk, only better," Rosalie said. Her hand glided along Bella's thigh.
I let out a small squeak that I tried to cover up with a cough and literally ran to my office, slamming the door.
Fuck! That's a mental image that'll be burned into my eyes for the rest of my life!
I took several deep breaths and splashed my face with water, trying to calm myself. I wished that was my hand was gliding along the skin of her thigh.
Damn it, that's not helping.
Bella
Alice, Rosalie and I watched Edward head into his office after he had squeaked-coughed. We all laughed quietly.
"That was fun," Rosalie stated with a smirk.
Alice nodded in delighted agreement. "I agree. I'm all for Edward Torture 101."
"That went well, but he was a jerk earlier, something I will not put up with, ladies," I warned them.
I meant that. I didn't tolerate that kind of shit. I didn't take shit from anyone, and certainly not from some womanizing pig.
"Oh no, what did he do?" Alice looked at me, her hazel eyes full of concern.
"He assumed that I would sleep with his clients or employees when two men made advances toward me, even though I didn't so much as a glance in their direction."
"That doesn't sound like Edward," Rosalie stated, stunned. "He's never frowned upon office affairs. In fact, most of the time, he's part of them." Rosalie laughed, causing Alice to giggle softly.
Yes, I knew this. One of the office tarts had already cornered me in the copy room earlier. She's been very upset that she hadn't been offered the job of Edward's personal assistant. I'd wondered at the time if he had already fucked her or if she was working her way up to that status.
Emmett had already said that there was currently no one working in the building that had fucked Edward. Apparently, Edward was quite vocal and tended to kiss and tell. If he had indeed fucked someone, Emmett was usually the first to know.
"You don't think he was jealous, do you, Rose?" Alice asked, obviously trying to understand her brother's actions.
"Nah," Alice and Rosalie said in unison, confirming my suspicions that jealousy wasn't an emotion that Edward had ever showed. If that's the case, then what the hell had been going on in his office earlier?
"Okay, girls, I'll meet you at the club around ten," I reminded them.
"Let's all go to dinner before, and we'll meet the guys at the club later," Alice offered.
"Umm, I don't know…" I looked at Alice and she was pouting, her eyes seeming so sad.
"Fine," I grumbled. "I usually try not to get too close to the family, but it's obvious that you're not going to give me a choice. Now run along, go talk to Edward before his next appointment comes in."
That wasn't true, though, I did get close to the family. Family and friends were integral to Edward's turn around. It just usually took more time than this to develop.
Rosalie and Alice gave me a wave and a wink each after we had made dinner arrangements and before closing Edward's door behind them.
I had a feeling that Alice always got her way with that damn pout.
Edward
After the torture I had endured watching Rosalie feel up Bella, you'd think I'd had enough. That apparently wasn't the case, and my frustration and irritation increased when Alice and Rosalie walked into my office.
"Hey, Edward," Alice said before taking a seat in a chair in front of me, "we just wanted to let you know that we're meeting you guys at the club after Rosalie and I have dinner with Bella."
"You're having dinner with Bella?" I hadn't meant it to sound like a question, but did come out that way.
"Yes, she's new in town, so we're taking her out!" Alice said, bouncing in her seat, always so damn excitable.
"Don't tell me you're taking her to the club?"
Please say no.
"Of course we're taking her, Edward, she has no friends here," Rosalie said, confirming my fear.
"Is there a problem Edward?" Alice asked. She looked at me, those big hazel eyes widened with innocence.
"No."
"Great, we'll see you at the club!" Alice said, excitement in her voice as she pranced to the door with Rosalie behind her as they left.
I can't picture Bella doing the club scene, but then again, it might help get under her skirt faster.
However, it could hinder it. If she refused me, then she'd see me go for another woman while she was still there. That would do nothing but confirm any rumors I was sure she would've heard by now.
No, I'd have to play it by ear tonight.
I shook off the thought as Bella knocked on the door, letting me know my next appointment was here.
"Come in," I called out.
A couple of hours later, I was going to be able to leave early. All I wanted was to go home, grab a beer and sleep for a few hours before I hit the club. I walked out of my office and walked over to Bella's desk while she worked on her computer.
"Ms. Swan, thank you for managing to get me out of the office before four today," I said, trying to sound sincere.
"It's my job, Mr. Cullen," she responded curtly, not even looking up at me.
"Well, you're doing a great job so far. Umm…" I trailed off when she cleared her throat.
"Save it, Mr. Cullen. I've heard all about you, and I don't expect or want an apology." Bella's tone was stiff.
"Maybe you shouldn't believe everything you hear, Ms. Swan," I snapped.
"Maybe you shouldn't jump to conclusions," she countered.
"Maybe you should bring a jacket to the office next time."
"Maybe you should keep your eyes looking on my face instead of on my chest and legs, Sir."
I hate being called Sir, it makes me feel old.
"Don't flatter yourself," I scoffed.
"Maybe I shouldn't be going with your family to dinner, since you're obviously going to fire me." Bella's voice and facial features softened.
My own voice was soothing as I responded. "I didn't say I was going to fire you, Ms. Swan."
Before I could say anything else, Bella rose from her chair, pushing it in.
"I've finished all my work for the day. Can I leave now?" Bella asked, still not meeting my eyes.
"Yes," I answered as Bella brushed passed me, her scent intoxicating my senses. "Will my family see you later tonight?" I didn't want to see her go yet.
"I'm undecided." Bella stopped walking and looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes soft, but guarded.
"Undecided?"
"On whether I should stay or go." With that said, she was gone.