Subject: Edward Cullen aka The Womanizer
Chapter Eight – In Her Room
Betaed by: Caroline Z. Masen
Bella
After Edward returned from his phone call with his mother, I could feel the change. I wasn't sure what was changing, but it was there.
I had known the moment I'd given Edward the go ahead to pursue me that there was a perceptible change in his attitude. He turned on the charm further, and it seemed he even attempted to woo me.
This was common with all other subjects before him.
The problem now lied on the fact that I wanted him to pursue me, and not just for the case.
Then he floored me by asking me to dinner with his adoptive parents. It was so unexpected that I really thought for a while that he would actually try to be a good man.
Then of course, he ruined that when he asked if I'd like a drink. Damn him. He hadn't even attempted to hide his eagerness for me to drink, and even offered to drive me home.
I had taken the drink that the server had offered me, and she gave me a wink. When Edward saw how eagerly I drank, his smile had widened.
Asshole.
After that, I had to put a show on, my best fucking performance. I followed his lead and talked about anything and everything. I found myself answering most of the questions honestly. We had a lot in common. The conversation with him and his family was fun.
I had let myself relax even though I knew what was about to happen soon. Therefore, the drinks continued coming my way.
At one point, Edward and I were dancing and we collapsed on a sofa, with me conveniently on his lap. There I stayed, not that I minded. In fact, I loved sitting on his lap, laughing at Emmett's stupid jokes or lewd comments, which earned him a smack from Rosalie.
Throughout the night, Edward kept my drinks coming, never allowing me a break. I knew this was characteristic in my previous subjects, but for some reason, I had really hoped Edward wouldn't try this approach.
At one point, Alice and Rosalie pulled me into the bathroom. "He thinks you're drunk, and he's going to take you back to your place. Sorry, Bella," Alice stated, disappointment written on her face.
"I know, Alice. Honestly, did you expect anything else from someone like him?" I shrugged my shoulders. I tried to play off how much it really bothered me that he was going to fail my little test. None of my nine previous subjects had been able to resist trying to take advantage of drunken Bella.
Case in point:
Subject: Jacob Black AKA the Skirt Hound
"Jacob, thank you for bringing me home, that was nice of you."
"No problem, Bella. Do you think I can come in and discuss the project?"
He did not just use my project as an excuse? Yup, he's going to try and take advantage of me while I'm drunk.
Jerk.
"Umm, I'm a little out of it but okay." I opened my door, letting Jacob in. He quickly pushed me against the door. Ugh! Couldn't he at least try to be a gentleman for a minute? I was starting to think that he had a problem with boundaries and personal space. He had always been very hands on since we were kids.
"Jacob, what are you doing?" I asked as he grabbed my hips, pressing himself against me. Oh damn, he's already good to go. Shit. How do I get out of this one?
"I'm about to make you very happy, Bella." Conceited much? Cocky, arrogant, addicted to his reflection and apparently sex. I have to do the only thing I can think of.
I clutched my stomach and gagged as I ran to my bathroom. I closed the door behind me, grabbed the glass full of water and threw it in the toilet while I gagged again. It worked because Jacob was gone by the time I came out. He hadn't even bothered to check if I was all right.
Jerk.
I was brought out of my thoughts when Alice tapped my shoulder. "So are we going to really do this little dance number to tease Edward?" Alice asked from a cramped corner of the stall the three of us were standing in.
"Yes, I want to see what he's going to do with other men watching me," I said warily. "He's already shown that he's capable of jealousy."
"I know Emmett will be excited to see me doing it, but he'll also be pissed about all those pervs watching, too," Rosalie stated, folding her arms across her chest. She seemed to be looking forward to what the night had in store for her.
"Jasper is going to have a fit, too," Alice indicated with a mischievous grin on her face.
"Well, maybe we should go a little further?" I suggested. I told them what I had in mind and they agreed. After we freshened up, we headed out to the dance floor.
Our little dance number had been a wonderful success. Edward had indeed been jealous and somewhat possessive when other men ogled me. Not that he didn't get a kick from watching me, even having to adjust himself in the middle of the dance floor. Score one for me.
One thing I hadn't accounted for was my reaction to the look in his eyes. It was predatory, animalistic and it had done a number on me, one that shook me to the core. I wanted him. I mean I really wanted him.
When I had started to remove my top, I waited to see what he would do. This had been where every subject failed to stop me. They had actually allowed me remove my top.
It wasn't something I was proud of, exposing myself in public like a girls gone wild college girl, but hey I had nice ones. So why not?
I had known Edward was capable of guilt, remorse even. The few times I feigned pain while we sparred had proved that. On the dance floor, I wanted to know if the guilt of getting me drunk would cause him to stop me.
He did. He had fucking stopped me.
I had been so happy, because he was the first one to pass the test. I was giddy. I was horny. Now, I wanted him more.
I was still moving to the music and grinding against Edward thigh, creating friction I needed as he held me close. I still had to play drunk so I continued to try to remove my top. Edward looked at me, his eyes still intense but glazed over.
Soon, we were on the way out of the club with me contently wrapped around him. I couldn't help myself, so I continued playing with him. It was more for my advantage than his.
He was so delicious.
I told myself he could still try to take advantage of me when he dropped me off. This was a way to see what he'd do. If kissing him and licking his little mole was a way to prove that he was a good guy, then I was all for it.
When he placed me into the passenger seat of my car, he hadn't even tried to feel me up. I wasn't sure if I was disappointed or not.
The drive to my apartment had been fun. I'd even fantasized for a moment of taking him into my mouth, but thought better of it. I needed to see if he'd try to get frisky in the parking lot. He stopped once to give into his need and kiss me.
It was one of those kisses that would make a person's heart race, blood boil and certain female parts tingle with need.
Once we parked, he asked if I'd like help up to my apartment.
Hmm, he was giving me the choice? I could end it right here and he would pass the test, but did I really want him to succeed? No, not really. I was so fucking screwed and needy. I was way out of my element here. I could give him another out later, because I really wanted to kiss him again.
Soon, we were walking toward the elevator and Edward said something. The endearment "love" caught me off guard and had my heart beating frantically. I shook it off quickly and played along again.
"You have a cute ass." I giggled swatting his firm behind hard. I groped his tight ass for a second before leaving my left hand in his back pocket. I couldn't wait until I jumped this man.
Be strong Bella. You can wait. Maybe Saturday… maybe we can get a room when we go to the falls... Focus Bella!
I needed to provide him with something to hopefully dispel his need to take advantage of me. I wanted him to succeed on this little test, because it would move our relationship that much faster.
That was a good thing, right?
"Edward, this is really nice of you," I indicated, biting my lower lip.
"I just wanted to make sure you make it up alright," Edward explained with a squeeze.
After explaining that most men would've taken advantage of me, I could see the cogs in his head moving as he internally struggled with his feelings and his inner-voice.
I still wanted to kiss him. "Drunk Bella" would kiss him. Fuck it.
We made it to the elevator as Edward pressed the button for my floor. Then when the doors closed, I attacked him. I pushed him against the wall of the small elevator and plunged my tongue in his mouth.
Fuck, he tastes so good.
Once we got to my door, after many heart pounding kisses and licks, I was confused as to what I wanted to happen.
Edward was quiet behind me as one of his hands gripped the frame of my door, the other I noticed clenched in a fist on his side. He was struggling with his urges and his need. He wanted me but not this way. I smiled.
After I managed to get the door open and walked into my apartment, I realized that Edward had remained in the hallway. I turned to look at him, and it dawned on me he really was going to be the good guy.
It was too bad that I wasn't done with him yet. Just because he wasn't willing to take me to bed in my state, didn't mean we couldn't have any fun.
"Are you coming in?" I asked as I grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulling him inside and closing the door behind us.
Edward
Bella had her hand fisted in my shirt and all I saw in her eyes was desire. And for some reason, it bothered me. She wanted me just as bad as I wanted her but it wasn't the same. This just didn't feel right. She was under the influence, and I felt that I would be forcing myself on her. I couldn't do that to her.
"Edward, what's wrong?" Bella asked with her cute little brows furrowed in question. I leaned in and kissed her forehead, lingering there.
"Bella, you're drunk, and even though I want you, we won't be doing that now," I stated, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear then caressing her cheek. Her eyes started to glisten with tears.
Oh no. Did she think I'm rejecting her?
Bella's eyes widened and she smiled brightly. "I can't believe the great Edward Cullen is passing on a chance to get under my skirt."
I sighed and shrugged, but kept a hand on her. I needed to touch her, I wasn't sure why. I just had to feel her.
"Bella, trust me, I want you, but not like this." I kissed her forehead again, wrapping my arm around her to lead her to the sofa.
"We don't have to do anything, Edward. Just sit and hold me," Bella whispered. I stiffened and stopped in my tracks. I had never been asked to just hold a woman before.
"Edward, it's fine," Bella said quickly as if she sensed my hesitance. "You can go now. Luckily, you live in the next building."
She giggled and pulled away and walked to a large window toward her dining room. She opened the blinds and gestured for me to join her. The picturesque window opened to the view of my building.
I counted the windows and the floors, and I realized that our apartments were almost directly in view of each other's. I turned to look at Bella, who winked. She knew, and now I wondered if she watched me. I shivered slightly at the thought. I didn't know if I should be freaked out or turned on.
"I found out the other day when I was going through some files," Bella said softly. "Imagine my shock."
"That is strange," I indicated slowly and ran my hand through my hair. "Well, I guess I'll head home now." I didn't really want to leave.
"If that's what you want. Thanks for your help tonight." She mumbled something else, shaking her head slightly.
"Is something wrong Bella?" I asked, worried that she might stumble.
"It's just that you have taken me by surprise, Edward. I don't get surprised. I usually know how to read people," Bella said, her voice thick with confusion.
"And what about me surprised you tonight," I asked, wrapping my arms around her. She looked up at me from under her long lashes and smiled.
"Well, I thought you were trying to get me drunk so you'd have to take me home and you know." Bella shrugged.
"Give me a little more credit than that, Bella," I huffed a little annoyed. She was technically right, because that was my original plan. She sighed, placing her head on my chest.
"I'll most likely forget all about this by morning," Bella mumbled before pulling away.
"Don't worry. I'll be happy to remind you," I teased. She shot me a glare as she walked back toward her door. I followed her and noticed that she wobbled. I quickly steadied her.
"Oh! I guess I'm a little light-headed, sorry," Bella whispered, putting her hands on my chest. I picked her up bridal style.
"Maybe I should take you to bed," I suggested walking toward a hallway.
"And here I thought you were going to be the perfect gentleman." Bella giggled, pointing to one of the doors.
I made it to the door and pushed it open softly with my foot. Her room was in mostly rich hues of blue and brown. It consisted of a large iron bed, an oddly shaped leather chaise in one corner and a silk duvet in dark blue. I walked to her bed and laid her down. Before I had a chance to pull away, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, and kissed me.
My eyes rolled and my toes curled from the kiss. It was sweet, slow and so fucking warm that it sent my heart into overdrive. pulled away to breathe and to look at me.
She whispered in my ear, "Edward, remind me when I see you again that I owe you one." She placed a gentle kiss on my lips before releasing me. I pulled away reluctantly.
"You don't owe me anything, love." I bent down beside the bed taking one of her legs in my hands, taking the time to feel her skin before I removed her high heel. Bella moaned softly and the sound went straight to my already blue-balling cock. Fuck.I kept up with my new form of torture and removed her other heel. Choosing not to tempt myself further I took it off fast.
"Thank you," she whispered, looking at me, propped up on her elbows and biting her lower lip. "Edward."
"Yes, love." I replied, enjoying the look of her hair fanned across the sheets.
Bella smiled. "Don't forget to remind me that I owe you one."
I just nodded in agreement. I wouldn't be reminding her anytime soon. "How about you and I carpool tomorrow?" I asked hoping that she'd agree, my time with her would help us both.
"Are we trying to save the ozone now too, Edward?" Bella cocked an eyebrow as her hands went to the button of her skirt.
"The wasting of finite resources is always important to me."
Bella's laughter filled the room and I committed it to memory. It was a fun and sweet sound.
"Well, driving either of my cars is out of the question then," she retorted.
"Perhaps you're right. I have a Volvo," I said and took a few steps back as she tried to get up from her bed.
"Bella, what are you doing?" I asked before I realized she was about to remove her skirt. I took a few steps back until my back met a large dresser.
Fuck, if she takes that skirt off, there is no way I'll be able to hold back.
"Relax. I have shorts underneath." Bella giggled, shaking her head and letting the skirt hit the floor. I sucked in a deep breath as I looked at her incredibly long, creamy legs clad in what I would not call shorts. They looked more like underwear. I closed my eyes, not realizing it was a big mistake to do so.
I opened my eyes and there she stood just inches from me. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to taste her one last time before I left. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close.
I gave her a moment, but she wanted this, her eyes were a good way to see her desires. I pressed my lips onto hers urgently. She returned it with just as much longing as I had for her. I slipped my tongue through her parted lips and tasted her sweet mouth. She didn't fight as she had before; she allowed me to control and devour. I soon felt the need to breathe and pulled away.
"I'm sorry, Bella," I gasped and took another step back. "Umm, I should go." Her chest heaved and called for my attention—her nipples hard little peaks under her top. "I'll—um—see you in the morning," I said quickly and ran out of the room. As soon as I was in the elevator, I allowed myself to breathe again.
I couldn't believe I just walked away like that. However, I knew there was too much at risk for me to take her in that manner.
I was so close to giving in to her advances. I remembered the taste of her tongue and it left me hard. I shifted uncomfortably on the ride down to the lobby, cursing the fact that'd I'd need a cold shower once I made it to my apartment. I hummed and swept my tongue over my lips.
Strange, she didn't taste like alcohol.