Subject: Edward Cullen aka The Womanizer
Chapter Nine—Temptress Tuesday
Betaed by: Caroline Z. Masen
Edward
I shook off the thought. She probably grabbed some mints from the VIP room. Somehow, I made it home, despite the sexual fog. Every fiber of my body wanted to go back to Bella's apartment and have my way with her.
However, her sweet, tight little ass was drunk. As much as I wanted to fuck her senseless, it wasn't going to be tonight.
Memorable, I wanted our first time together to be unforgettable. Her being drunk would risk that she wouldn't remember. I didn't want that.
Passing my black leather couch and ignoring my flashing answering machine, I walked over to my living room window. I counted floors and windows to find what could be Bella's bedroom window. It was just across and a little lower than my living room window. I noticed that the dark curtains were open and the light was still on. I wondered for a moment if she passed out without finishing getting ready for bed.
I shouldn't have just left like that. She could've fallen or something, I should've put in her bed before leaving. What if she forgot to lock the door? I hated to think of her falling over and hitting that pretty little head of hers. I stomped down the sudden urge to go all protective on her ass and turned away from the window.
But before I could move way, I saw a figure in the window I'd been watching. It was her in nothing but a bra and those tiny shorts from earlier. I recognized her long hair and legs instantly, even with her back toward the window. I continued to watch, starting to feel like a teenage peeping tom.
I wondered if she was giving me a show on purpose. There seemed to be a little more sway in her hips, a seductive arch in her back. God she was beautiful. She shook her hair out, even taking the time to comb her fingers through it. I longed to feel the texture of it in my palm, tickling my chest as she descended along my torso.
I groaned when my cock twitched from my fantasies. From what I could tell, Bella walked toward her dresser drawer to grab something. For a few moments, she was no longer in view, and I wondered if I'd be able to see her from another room in my apartment.
Soon she stepped back into view. I exhaled deeply, still feeling like a damn perverted asshole for getting a hard-on watching a woman undress from across the street. At least I'm not stroking myself. I adjusted my pants, but refrained from providing myself some relief.
Wait. If I could see her, did that mean someone else could, too?
I watched as her hand went to the clasp of her bra on her back. Her back was still to the window, but I could she the long expanse of her naked back as she tossed the bra aside.
Please turn around.
She didn't turn, but she put on what looked like an oversized white t-shirt. As she pulled the shirt over her torso, she turned and walked to her window. She reached up and yanked the curtains closed. Moments later, the window darkened.
What the hell was I doing? What was I going to do? I wanted her, and there was no doubt about that. However, was I really willing to settle to be a one-woman man? No - but for the first time in my life, I was willing to make plans for the rest of the week to be with one woman.
Tuesday we'd carpool, and I'd kiss her beautiful mouth before going into the office. We'd have a lunch date together, which would lead to heavy groping in the elevator or car. We'd head to the gym, where I'd spar with Bella and more kissing would ensue while she straddled my lap. Then there'd be the dinner followed by more fun with Bella, I'd consider settling for over clothes dry humping.
Wednesday would look pretty much like Tuesday, but with more under clothes groping. We'd have dinner with my parents and after that we could have a drink that would lead to fooling around back at her place.
Thursday would be like Tuesday and Wednesday, but we'd progress to oral sex. Mmm, the thought of her lips around me. Would I be sick of her by then? No.
On Friday, after work, we'd go to dinner and dancing. Dancing with Bella could lead to going back to her place where I'd finally fuck her senseless.
Saturday we'd drive and hike with my family. Then, I'd take her against a tree and every available surface in our hotel room. Shower sex – yes!
Sunday we'd come home. I'd drop her off at her place, and try to forget Bella.
Sounds like a plan. Then she'll be out of my system.
Tuesday
I was finishing getting ready when I heard someone at my door. Funny, it was very early. I had been contemplating if I should go see Bella to see if she remembered about car-pooling.
She probably didn't remember since she must've had at least six or seven margaritas last night. I hoped she didn't have a hang over. My guilt hit me at the thought.
I opened my apartment door and behind it was the woman I had thought about constantly for the past four days.
Damn, I'm pathetic.
I looked at her and realized that her face was tinged pink. Her left heeled foot toed the wood flooring as she gave me a timid smile. She remembered something from last night, and I felt somewhat relieved that I wouldn't have to start all over again.
However, I was nervous that she might have realized that I'd tried to get her drunk so I'd take her to bed.
"Good morning," she mumbled, averting her eyes from mine. I wanted to touch her, stroke the small worry crease between her eyebrows.
"I take it you remembered about car pooling," I asked, gesturing to come in. She brushed past me, mumbling something under her breath that sounded like "something like that."
"What was that?" I asked, closing my door. Her back was to me, but I was aware of her attire. God she looked fucking incredible in black; the color contrasted against her ivory skin. Her skirt fit perfectly over the curves of her hip, ending just above the knee. The jacket was form fitted against her chest and hinted to the delectable treasure beneath.
I want to taste her.
However, those thoughts left me when I saw Bella's tense stance. "Is there something wrong?" I closed the distance between us in two long strides. From behind her, I clasped her shoulder. She pulled away in an instant with a shake of her head.
"Edward, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I made a complete ass out of myself yesterday at the club and now it's—" She stopped, turning to face me and handing me a newspaper.
I saw the section, and taking the Local Spotlight section from her scanned the front page. Big as life was a picture of me with Bella's legs wrapped around my waist at the club. The headline read:
Local Bachelor Stops a Teasing Temptress
I read the article and although they didn't print Bella by name, it was still awful. The article played up how we'd been together all night and called her the flavor of the night. I felt all the blood leave my face as I continued to read about some of my exploits for the past several months. Bella had woken up the morning after agreeing to being with me—to this.
She's going to hate me now.
"Bella," I said, preparing myself to grovel if only to be able to still touch her. I threw the paper on my leather couch and turned to look at her.
"Edward, I'm so sorry. I've ruined everything. If I hadn't gotten drunk and pulled that little stunt, we wouldn't even have made the paper. Now everyone is going to see this," Bella ranted, her eyes filling with tears.
"Bella, what are you talking about? Ruined what?" I asked, my hands taking her by the shoulders. I just couldn't stand watching her cry. I wanted to comfort her, so I pulled her into my arms.
"Edward, I made a fool of myself which hurts your company," she mumbled. "My clients are going to see this, and I have sex addicts. How do you think they'll react to this? Also, this is bad publicity for my project and oh God, your father."
She was worried about everything else and not about all the crap in the paper about me. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Bella, I stopped you from it getting too far," I said hoping to ease her worries. "I wouldn't worry about the picture. I can barely see your face since the picture is somewhat grainy. Even if someone does, with your clients, you're smart. I'm sure that pretty little head of yours has a plan already. As for your project, the fact that you're helping people should override this it will all be just fine. So stop beating yourself up."
I was sure everything would work out just fine for her. However, I couldn't quell the guilt I felt. It was my fault. If I hadn't gotten her drunk, nothing would've happened.
"You think I'm pretty?" Bella asked with a sexy smirk.
I rolled my eyes and laughed at both the teasing tone and playful look in her eyes.
"You think I'm pretty— you think I'm sexy," Bella sang playfully. "Sorry, Sandra Bullock moment." Bella smiled, and I laughed as I pulled her close.
"Yes, you're pretty, smart, sexy as hell and selfless," I said, resting my forehead on hers. "You, Ms. Swan, are way out of my league."
Bella looked at me from her gorgeous eyes and smiled. "I don't care what the papers say, Edward. If you still want to, we can still try us out."
I smiled kissing her forehead. "That sounds great. Don't worry about my father, I'll talk to him." Bella nodded and reached up on her toes to press her lips on mine but only for a moment. Nowhere near long enough for my tastes.
"Now, I remember bits of pieces of what happened at the club. The ride home and for some reason car pooling, something about a Volvo, did I do anything else embarrassing?" Bella asked with a small timid smile.
Should I tell her?
"Depends on what you mean by embarrassing?" I smiled at the look of shock that overtook her face.
"Oh no, what did I do?"
"Don't worry about it," I said in a soothing tone. "The club thing was the worst of the night. I promise." It seemed she didn't believe me, her eyes narrowing. "We should get going."
Thankfully, she agreed, pressing her lips to mine one more time before leaving. After locking up, I held onto her hand as we waited for the elevator. I reveled in the warmth her small hand brought to mine. I pressed the down button outside of the elevator glancing at Bella. She looked beautiful, her long dark curls curtaining over her face. I was tempted to move her hair behind her shoulder, but the "ding" of the elevator caught my attention.
Leading Bella inside the elevator, I couldn't help but relive the memories of the previous evening. I remembered the feel of her lips against mine, her warm skin under my hands, and the heady taste of her mouth.
"Edward, can I please have your phone?" Bella asked as I released my grip on her hand. I looked at her in question as I pulled both of them out of my jacket pocket.
"I got you another SIM card for your phone already." Bella raised her hand to stop me from talking. "Don't ask. Just know that I could work miracles," she teased. She took what had been my digital black book, pulling out a small envelope from her jacket pocket. She installed the new SIM card and then proceeded to enter numbers into my phone.
"Edward, you're not the only one with a photographic memory," she said when I questioned her. "I'm just listing your family's numbers, local venues, your mechanic and me." She gave me a teasing wink and shrug.
"Come on, I'll lead the way," I indicated, taking her hand again.
Bella stopped short by the trunk of my silver Volvo. She cocked her head looking at the car beside it, my new Aston Martin. "Wow that is a sexy car." She looked at it with an appreciative eye, and again I wondered if the car parked by her Ferrano was hers. If so, she had fan-fucking-fantastic taste.
"Thanks," I said, releasing her hand so I could open the passenger car door for her. I closed her door and walked to the driver's side. After backing out, I watched her from the corner of my eye.
I noticed that she bit into the corner of her bottom lip when she concentrated. She did it often while she worked, too. Suddenly, her pink tongue swept across her lips, making them wet and tantalizing. I couldn't suppress the groan that escaped me. Then she turned to look at me, cocking an eyebrow, winking.
"You're too easy, Edward."
"What does that mean?" I asked curiously.
"It means that I can entice a reaction out of you with ease." Bella laughed shaking her head when I glared. She knew I was watching her, and she seemed to have the advantage.
Well, two can play this little game.
I came to a stop at a red light, and couldn't help but think what a perfect timing it was. I leaned over my center console, brushing her hair over her shoulder exposing her neck. I leaned in closer and whispered in her ear.
"If I remember correctly, I didn't have to do anything to entice a reaction from you last night." I lightly sucked on the spot behind her ear, earning a soft moan. Damn, that was one hot little sound.
I straightened up, stepping on the gas and continuing to work. Bella placed my phone on the center console but didn't respond. I chanced a glance at her, but she was just staring out of the window into the gray-clouded sky.
"I thought I didn't do anything," Bella whispered, her voice a soft sensual whisper.
"You didn't do anything bad, Bella, relax." I shrugged my shoulders, hoping to dispel her sullen mood.
"Then tell me, after that disastrous attempt at dancing, what happened?" Bella asked, returning her penetrating brown eyes to mine.
"What do you remember?" I decided I might as well be honest with her, honesty with her worked well before.
"As I said, I remember bits and pieces. Umm, the dance; you were a little jealous," Bella teased and grinned. "I remember Jasper and Emmett leaving the club with Alice and Rosalie over their shoulders. Then again, the picture in the paper reminded me that I initiated that. Sorry by the way."
"Nothing to apologize for. I liked it."
"Let's see, I remember a little of the ride over back to my place. For some reason I remember that I was about to flash the guard at my building but I didn't, thankfully. Then everything else seems like a blur."Bella said then turned to look at me.
"Well, I asked if you needed help up to your apartment since it seemed you were a little wobbly on your feet, and you said yes. So I helped you out of your car, led you to the elevator and—"
"Oh, God, I remember," she groaned. "I'm sorry, Edward, I was so aggressive. That's not like me. You must think I'm a freak now." Bella closed her eyes, hiding her face with her hands.
"It's fine, you were under the influence," I reassured her. I didn't like seeing her upset over something like this. It was my fault anyway.
"But I uh, oh God, I grabbed your ass and attacked you," Bella mumbled from behind her hands as I pulled into the parking structure of office building.
I turned off my car. "Bella, do you remember me complaining?" With that said, I could see Bella relax in her seat. She looked up at me, her eyes dancing with mirth.
"You left and didn't try," she said softly, surprise and awe in her voice and eyes. I nodded as she leaned closer, the feel of her breath swept across my lips. My breathing hitched, the overwhelming need to touch her surprising me. I had never wanted someone so much before.
Her lips pressed onto mine, her tongue sweeping across my lower lip. My lips parted, taking her tongue into my mouth. My eyes rolled and closed, allowing my senses to become intoxicated by her taste, scent, and the feel of her tongue against mine.
A beeping sound came from Bella's jacket. Damn stupid bell! I moaned and pulled away.
"Sorry that's my alarm, we have ten minutes until work starts." I went to help her out of the car, but couldn't help myself.
I closed her door and pressed her against it. One of my arms settled beside her shoulder, resting against the car, the other on her hip. She looked up at me, her eyes bright, her lip between her teeth. I leaned in to kiss her but she shook her head.
"I told you we have to remain professional while we're at work," Bella reminded me.
"We have eight minutes, love," I whispered, pressing my lips against hers softly. She returned it with fervor but before I could deepen it, I felt her hand on my chest.
"It takes five minutes to ride the elevator up, Edward. We should go," she said smiling before pressing her lips against mine briefly. I rolled my eyes but pulled away with reluctance. "Here's your phone." Bella handed me my phone as we made our way to the elevators. I looked through the directory and smiled when I saw her entry.
Bella Swan
Home No. 555-3889
Cell Phone No. 503-4493
Rating: Unforgettable
She is a confident little vixen, I thought as I slipped my phone in my jacket, but somehow I felt that she might be just that—unforgettable.
I would have to wait to analyze that realization later. It seemed I couldn't form a coherent thought in her presence.
We entered the empty elevator, and I couldn't help myself but stand as close to her as possible. Side by side, mere inches apart I looked at Bella from the corner of my eye and noticed she was doing the same—watching me. She smirked, biting her lower lip before sweeping her tongue across it.
I whispered, "Fuck." She laughed, the little minx.
We stopped a few times on the way up to the twenty-seventh floor. The elevator started to fill, and Bella and I had to retreat to very back of the elevator in the corner. Pressed against one another I looked down at her, her eyes roaming down my body. She returned her eyes to my face after her survey, smirking.
Well, if she could look at me like that, why couldn't I? My eyes roamed over her face, noticing a smattering of freckles at the bridge of her nose. My gaze followed the long curve of her neck to the v-neck sweater under her jacket, showing off the swell of her breasts. I eye-fucked the tantalizing curves, from her hips to the silkiness of her legs before returning my eyes to hers.
"Why don't you take another look before we have to get off," Bella said with a laugh. I took her advice, following all her curves as she continued laughing softly. I loved the movement of her breasts as she continued to chuckle.
Fuck, it's going to be a long day.
We made it to our offices without further incidents or eye fucking except when she walked ahead of me, and I couldn't help admiring her ass. I asked if she would like to have lunch at the deli across the street before settling into my office. She happily agreed to my invitation.
The rest of the morning went by slowly. We had various meetings with several clients and several calls. Just before lunch, while I was busy going over Bella's project plans there was a knock on my door.
"Come in," I called out.
"Sorry, Ethan from dry cleaning is here," Bella said, allowing Ethan, a regular, into my office. She led him to the closet after he greeted me as usual with a nod. I couldn't help but watch her from the corner of my eyes, as I looked over some documents. She waited for Ethan to finish up, avoiding my gaze. She had been doing that all day in hopes of remaining professional while we worked.
I must say, it made the morning go easier without me having to adjust myself every few minutes. Yet, I was a little upset that she had such will power, considering I wanted to grab her and have my way with her on my desk. If it wasn't for her strength, I was sure she'd be writhing beneath me as we awaited my next appointment.
Ethan gathered everything and smiled at Bella before handing her a card. Her eyes widened, surprised, but she took it. He gestured his head toward the door as he wanted some privacy with her.
I don't think so.
"Bella, can you please stay. We need to go over something concerning your project?" I asked without looking at her, my eyes on the paperwork on my desk. However, I watched from the corner of my eye as Ethan scowled but mouthed "call me" before leaving. Bella sighed before taking a chair in front of me.
"I hope you don't think that was my fault," her tone firm. I looked up at her and smirked.
"Nope, you're just too tempting for your own good." I smiled, which she returned. "Are you ready for lunch?"
"Give me five minutes then meet me by my desk. I have a few things to do before I can go," Bella said as she rose to her feet.
"Sounds great," I said.
I left my office five minutes later, expecting to see Bella at her desk. She was there but not alone. My father stood beside her, his arms folded across his chest. He turned his gaze on me. He looked angry, his lips pursed into a thin line and there was a dark look in his bright blue eyes.
Shit I forgot to talk him before I started my day.
"Carlisle."
"Edward," he said. "Bella has kindly arranged for us to meet after lunch today with the two of you. I'll see you then." Carlisle turned and left Bella and me a bit worried.
"I'm sorry, Edward," Bella said warily. "He insisted on meeting with the both of us."
"I'm sure it'll be fine, love. Let's go to lunch," I said smiling.
I was positive I knew why my father wanted to meet with us. He must've seen us in the paper and he would give Bella and me a lecture. I have had pictures taken with plenty of women that made the papers. However, not like our picture, and none of them were employees.
Bella closed a document on her computer, and grabbed her purse before walking toward me. Although, it looked more as if she was stalking, ready to pounce at any moment.
It was crazy that I was more than willing to be her prey.
"I'm ready." She smiled, brushing past me and walking down the hallway to the elevator. I chose to stay a few steps behind her to enjoy the view.
"Take a picture, handsome. It would last longer." Bella laughed softly, but I noticed the little sway in her hips.
Fucking tease.
"A picture may last longer, but the real thing is much better," I whispered while leaning in closer, her ear a breath away from my lips. Bella shivered as my lips pressed the skin along her neck.
"Edward," Bella said in a warning tone. Right, we had to remain professional. That lasted about thirty seconds before I grabbed her hand to pull her closer. I took in the scent of her neck and her hair, both alluring and mouth-watering.
"Edward," Bella whined but pulled me closer. I smiled against the skin of her neck, happy to have some effect on her. "We're almost at the lobby." I pulled away, taking a few steps away from her. Why couldn't I control myself around her?
The elevator doors opened to the building's lobby. We walked out on the street into surprisingly warm weather for mid September. I took Bella's hand and led her across the busy street to the deli called Martha's Place with a large green awning in front with just a few tables outside for patrons and a few inside. We ordered our soup and sandwiches and waited for our number's announcement.
I found an empty table for two and pulled out a chair for Bella but she shook her head. "What's the matter?"
"You bought lunch last time," she said in a clipped tone. "I'm not letting you this time. Take a seat and I will grab our order." She rolled her eyes, turning back to the counter to await our food. I grabbed her hand before she was too far for me to reach.
"Bella," I said, my tone matching hers. Her eyes narrowed and her brows furrowed. Fuck, she looked hot when she was pissed. "You're not going to let this go are you?"
"No. I don't like others spending money on me." She crossed her arms over her chest, still glaring at me. I couldn't help but look at her chest for a moment before returning her glare with one of my own.
"Well Ms. Swan, be prepared to be disappointed. I will do what I please and buy you what I please." I shrugged my shoulders and walked past her as they called our order number. I paid, making sure she had her eyes on me the whole time.
Bella scowled and took her seat at the small square table. I noticed her take out her purse and grab her checkbook as I made my way toward our table. If she thought for one moment that she was going to hand me a check to cover her lunch, she was very much mistaken. I'd be willing to tear it if I had to. How could she be so stubborn?
I sat the tray, laden with food, on the table and took my seat. Bella looked over her shoulder at the high counter and looked thoughtful. "Excuse me, Edward, for a moment." I looked at her in question as she got up and proceeded to the high counter to talk with the owner Martha.
They talked for a few minutes before she handed Martha a check. Martha's eyes opened wide looking at the check and thanked Bella several times.
Bella offered her a smile and took the chair across from me.
"What was that about?" I asked as Bella took a sip of her chicken soup.
"Oh, I noticed on that sign by the register that they take donations to help for food for the homeless, and I wanted to make a donation." Bella shrugged her shoulders and continued eating. I shook my head.
"So it had nothing to do with you showing off," I said. Her lovely eyes snapped to mine, and she was pissed again.
"If you think for one moment that I would use a fucking charity as a way to one you up, this lunch ends now."
"I'm sorry. I just never met someone like you, except maybe my pseudo parents." She nodded and turned her attention back to her food, looking somewhat distant.
She was selfless and very observant. I'd been coming here for years and never noticed the tattered sign. We ate for several minutes in comfortable silence, stealing glances at each other. After a while, we started discussing some of the projects that I have worked on personally. I found that she knew of all of them but had not had a chance to visit them.
"So should we be worried about your father when we get back?" Bella asked wiping her lips with a napkin before pushing her empty soup bowl away.
"Carlisle is mostly harmless," I indicated, taking a sip of my ice tea. "We'll just tell him we got caught up in the moment or something."
"Sorry, once again," Bella mumbled. I rolled my eyes.
"Bella, it's fine. It's my fault anyway," I said, trying to ensure her everything was all right.
"What do you mean by that?"
"It's just that I kept giving you drinks."
"Edward you may have been my supplier, but I did drink them," Bella reminded me. She looked a bit anxious all of the sudden.
"I know. I'm sure it will be fine. Now, we should probably talk about that kiss in the elevator or your hallway or the one in the bedroom." I gave her smirk to which she rolled her eyes.
"What kisses?" She feigned ignorance.
"You said you remembered most of the night?" I stated like a question.
"Maybe," she said coyly, her eyes trapping me in her hypnotic stare. "Fine. What do you want to talk about?"
"After I left last night, I realized that you didn't taste like alcohol. I thought it was strange."
Bella's eyes widened and she looked thoughtful for a moment. "I have a confession to make, Edward."
"Okay," I said lowly. This didn't sound good.
"There's a real good chance you'll really be angry with me." My eyes narrowed but offered her no promises. "After my second drink, they were all non-alcoholic." Bella averted her eyes and looked at her hands on her lap. "I was never drunk."
I looked at her stunned. Why would someone pretend to be drunk? Why would she feel the need to pretend to drink and do some of the things she did last night?
"I'm sorry," she said hurriedly. "It's just that I needed to make sure you're a good person underneath all the cockiness. I didn't want to risk going out with a man that would get a woman drunk just to take advantage of her."
"You were testing me?" I asked slightly appalled. Did I really warrant a test?
Bella nodded. "I just had to be sure."
The silence that hung between us was thick and held a bit of an edge to it. I was angry, even hurt that she found it necessary to test me. Had I passed?
"Wait a minute," I said, going through the evening in my mind. "The dance was real, the kisses were all you. Even the way you attacked me in the elevator and put your hand in my back pocket. It was all you, wasn't it?"
"Yes. And even though I threw myself at you, you chose to be a gentleman." Her words were soft, teasing in some way, too.
"Well damn, if I'd have known that I would've tried to get under your skirt last night," I said seriously. Seriously, I would have.
Bella started laughing. "Well, I guess some things never change," she said, biting her lip to keep from laughing. "So you're not mad?" I watched as she raised a creamy, soft hand to tuck some errant strands behind her ear. I wanted to touch her, feel all the silky strands in the palm of my hand.
"No," I said thoughtfully. "I'm a little disappointed that I warranted you to do such a thing. I guess I understand why though."
She smiled and reached across the table to curl her fingers around my neck. With a little wink, she placed her soft lips over mine. She tasted like nothing I've ever had before. She was decadent, sinful and spicy.
"Thank you," she murmured, nipping at the corner of my mouth. God, I wanted to devour her right where she sat.
I needed to have her soon, or I'd lose my mind. "Since you know everything about last night and I passed your test, I guess this is a good time to remind you that you owe me one." I cocked an eyebrow, daring her to argue with me. She knew she owed me for lying.
"I was wondering when you were going to bring that up." She rolled her eyes with a hint of a mischievous smile. She was about to say something else, but we were interrupted when someone stood beside Bella and cleared his throat.
She looked up at the dark haired man who appeared to be in his mid thirties. Between the scowl on his face and nervous fidgeting, he set up all kinds of alarms. Who the fuck was this guy?
"Hello, there Daniel." She greeted the stranger in a tone that I'd never heard before. It was demanding, very curt and formal. Daniel licked his lips staring at Bella's cleavage as his eyes roamed down to her legs. I couldn't blame the man, but fuck, I was sitting right beside her. Didn't we give off that "couple" vibe? I intently shook the thought away, because I wasn't looking for a relationship.
"Daniel," Bella scolded, her voice going up an octave. "Daniel, bring your eyes up here." She gestured with two fingers and pointed at her eyes, causing Daniel's eyes to snap to hers. "Now, how can I help you Daniel?" She almost sounded like she was talking to a child. The man shifted from one foot to the other, but kept eye contact.
"I saw you sitting here, and I thought I'd confirm my appointment for tonight?"
I couldn't help but take in his appearance. It was obvious that he was a patient of hers, and I did not like the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off her chest or legs. Though I had little interest in forming a relationship with Bella, I felt protective of her. Well, that and I wanted to be the first to have a taste of her.
"Yes, we have an appointment at eight this evening," she said simply. "However, I've warned you before, if I caught you following me again that I would have to recommend you to someone else." Her voice was firm as she silently showed Daniel to look in her eyes again with two fingers. He followed her before? Oh hell no.
"It's not like that Dr. Swan," Daniel mumbled feebly. "I happen to like this place to have lunch. I'm sorry to bother your date." I couldn't help but feel that he was lying and heard a tinge of an edge to the end of his statement.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Daniel," Bella said and turned toward me. "This is my boss Edward Cullen. Edward, this is Daniel Mitchell." I gave a curt nod, which he returned, stiffly.
"Now Daniel, I need for you to go over the steps again that I gave you and don't forget your journal tonight," Bella reminded him with a hint of finality in her tone.
"I won't forget my journal. You'll be proud of me. I only relapsed seven times since Thursday." Daniel grinned proudly.
Bella shook her head. "This is hardly the place to discuss your relapses, but yes, it is much better in comparison to your last session," Bella indicated before shaking her head again. "I will see you later tonight, Daniel." Daniel nodded and walked away, his shoulders slumped.
Bella returned her attention back to me. "I'm sorry about that, Edward. Occupational hazard unfortunately."
"A patient?" I stated like a question.
"Yes," she replied, looking me square in the eyes. "Before that pretty little head of yours asks me about him, I can't discuss my patients."
I scowled, averting my eyes. I didn't like the idea that a man who couldn't take his eyes off her, would be in her apartment—alone. Her tone implied she did not intend to discuss the subject further so I dropped it – for the moment. She would be sorely mistaken if she thought I'd let this go.
"Now, where were we before we were interrupted?" I asked in hopes of bringing up the debt she owed me again.
"I honestly don't remember." Bella averted her eyes, feigning again. She laughed softly when she saw my determination. "So what are my betrayal and your nice guy attitude going to cost me?" She teased me, and I couldn't help but love it.
"Hmm, let's see… How about a late dinner tonight at your place?" I asked looking at her to gauge her reaction. It would be the perfect opportunity to ensure her safety. And well, get into her pants.
"That's it?" Bella scoffed, giving me a lavish smirk, which had me hard in a second. "I had something much better in mind, but maybe some other time. So bring dinner over to my place tonight after nine."
"Wait, now you piqued my interest. What do you mean you had something better in mind?"
Bella's laughter filled my ears as color flushed her beautiful complexion. "Wouldn't you love to know what I was thinking?"
"Yes," I urged. The little vixen loved to torture me. Since when had I become such a masochist?
Bella leaned in to whisper in my ear, placing her hand at the nape of my neck. Her fingernails scraped there for a few seconds. Her nimble fingers and the gentle sting of her nails would feel amazing on my back as I pounded into her. I couldn't hold back the small groan that escaped me as I fantasized. The teasing little half-smile she wore, led me to believe she knew exactly what I was thinking.
"I was thinking I would finish that dance for you." Bella pulled away to see my reaction with a wide grin.
Dance for me.
Fuck, yes please.
I shifted in my chair, adjusting myself discreetly. Though the fact that her smile widened further, indicated that she knew what I was doing. I gave a small smile and shrugged. All the while, I was trying to figure out if she was just fucking with me or not. She looked very serious.
"Any chance I can rescind my previous offer?"
"No, sorry, too late." Bella gave me a wink as she looked at her PDA. "We should get going. We have to meet your father in twenty minutes." I nodded and grabbed our tray to throw away our trash. I grumbled a bit since I wasn't going to get a lap dance—I mean dance.
Bella's cell phone jingled in her jacket and she answered it still sitting at the table. "Sorry Edward, I have to take this," Bella indicated covering the mouthpiece. I nodded in response.
"Julie, I'm so glad you returned my call," Bella said to whomever was on the phone with her. I couldn't help but listen in on the one-sided conversation. "Did he see the paper? No, it's in the Local Spotlight section. Just make sure he doesn't see it. How's he doing? I know Julie. He's just stubborn, that alone wouldn't allow him to move on. We both know that. I have to be going, my lunch hour is almost over. We'll talk about that later. Can you tell him I called and that I love him? Thank you Julie."
Bella hung up and looked up at me. She knew I had been listening, it was hard to avoid when she was so close. "Sorry again. Let's go," Bella indicated with a smile but it did not reach her eyes.
"Are you all right?" I asked as we made our way down the street. I took her hand again crossing the busy street.
"It's nothing," she said softly. "I just didn't want him to see the paper."
"Him?" I asked, curious. Bella looked away, making it clear she didn't want to talk about it. This led me think that she may be involved with someone. However, she didn't seem the type. She chose to start seeing me, why would she if she had someone else?
"My brother, Jordan," Bella whispered as we entered the lobby. I exhaled loudly, unable to keep the relief from my expression.
I led her to the elevator filled with people, so I was unable to ask her anything further. She had mentioned that her parents had died before, but she never mentioned that she had a brother. Why did she not want her brother to see the article? Maybe he was overprotective of her. I was, when Jasper and Alice started dating. It would make sense that Bella didn't want her brother to see her like that.
We made it back to our offices and my father was going to be meeting with us in another ten minutes. I asked Bella to join me in my office until he got here. She sat in a chair in front of my desk, crossing her lovely legs. I couldn't help looking at them.
"Edward," she hissed, her tone filled with warning. "I'm starting to think you have a one track mind." I shrugged my shoulders and I fucking blushed. She brought out so many new emotions that I had never felt before toward another woman.
It scares the fuck out of me.
"So now that I know that little dance at the club was set up, what are we going to tell my father?" I asked cocking an eyebrow in her direction.
"I don't want to lie to him, so the truth is fine with me. I'm only worried that he will terminate my employment here, and I will lose my chance to further my project."
I leaned forward and took her hand, placing it on my desk. "No matter what he says, I will make sure that your project will become a reality," I said with such conviction, she smiled at me, her eyes brightening with gratitude.
And I meant it. No matter what happened between us, I'd make sure her project would continue. Her project wouldn't bring our company any revenue but it was for a good cause.
There was a knock at my door and I called out for Carlisle to enter. He looked composed as he exchanged glances with Bella and me. He took a seat beside her, passing another curious glance toward her. He ran his hand through his hair, a habit I picked up from him. I wasn't sure why, but he seemed nervous.
He took a moment to adjust his tie before meeting my eyes. "I know that you are two consenting adults, but I would rather you kept your public acts of affection out of this office and out of the newspaper," Carlisle stated.
"Carlisle, it's just that Bella—" I started to explain but he interrupted.
"Spare me the details. I'm just asking for you two not get caught up in the moment here in the office and try to be more discreet while out in public," Carlisle clarified further. I nodded in response.
"I'm sorry, Carlisle. It was mostly my fault, not Edward's," Bella said while trying to maintain eye contact with him.
"Bella it was the both of us, love. We're both responsible," I said, looking at her. I noticed that Carlisle tensed and smiled but he quickly composed himself. Carlisle looked at Bella cocking an eyebrow, she shook her head and he responded by doing the same.
What is that about?
For a moment, Carlisle looked rather smug before he relaxed and asked about Bella's project and where we were on it. After a few minutes, he confirmed dinner reservations for tomorrow night.
"Carlisle, can you please tell Esme, Bella will be joining us for dinner also," I said with a smile. I noticed Carlisle's eyes widen as did his smile. I had no idea what was going on with him.
He excused himself, and I returned my attention to Bella.
"See not so bad. At least he didn't ask for details," I said to Bella, who rolled her eyes.
"Okay, your schedule is cleared for the rest of the day. You have time to go over all the projects you have. Also, tomorrow, you have a lunch meeting with Phil Knight. You need to prepare for that too," Bella said as she went over my schedule on her Blackberry.
"Great. So are we sparring again today?" I asked, innocently. I hoped she'd give me a chance to get her back on the mat again. I'd even consider allowing her to pin me again, anything to have that sweet body of hers all over mine.
"Sure, but I have to cut it short. I have to get home for my session."
I nodded and Bella left my office. The remainder of the day I spent working on her project and Knight's apartment complex. At three in the afternoon, she brought me my tea. I invited her to stay for a while going over her project and a few others. She'd answer phone calls when needed, but we spent the rest of the day getting everything ready for tomorrow's lunch meeting.
When the workday was over, we left the office for the day. The drive to her apartment building was comfortable. We spent the time playing twenty questions. I learned a little about her parents and about the time she spent in California for school. She admitted that she was a bit of a geek while in high school, and I told her that I was a loner back then. She was also clumsy so she took dance lessons to help with her balance. I finally asked why she decided to take jujitsu.
"In college I was mugged. Nothing bad happened except that the he punched me hard enough to knock me out cold. I was lucky, because someone saw what was happening. It could've been a lot worse."
"I'm sorry to hear that," I said with sincerity. How could someone even think of laying a hand on her in that manner?
She asked questions that pertained to my family and my childhood, for which I was thankful. I didn't want her to ask about my past relationships. However, I was curious about hers. Did she only do serious relationships? If she never experienced a one-night stand, would she make a big deal after I moved onto another?
I just couldn't bring myself to ask her about her past relationships, because it seemed too personal. I also didn't think I could stand her talking about a past love.
"Can you tell me something about your brother?" I asked curious to her only tie to immediate family.
"He can't walk," Bella whispered, averting her eyes to look anywhere but at me. I didn't press any further. It was obvious she wasn't ready to talk about him.
We made it to her apartment building. She agreed to meet in the gym in twenty minutes. Shortly after, I pulled into my building and got ready at warp speed. I was eager to see her again, namely the tiny shorts she wore while working out.
I made it to the gym with a few minutes to spare. I found Bella easily, dressed in a black spaghetti strapped top that exposed the swell of her breasts and her torso. My eyes took another trip down her gorgeous body, and I noticed her matching skirt's hem was high on her thigh. I became aware of her tense posture as she looked at someone nearby. That's when I saw the asshole beside her in what should be my treadmill.
She seemed to be ignoring him, until he placed a hand on her shoulder. She pulled away and glared at him for a moment then shook her head to something he said. He continued to talk to her, despite the cold shoulder she gave him.
I guess it was time I intervened.
She hadn't noticed me yet, so when I walked behind her and grabbed her waist, she yelped, "Edward!" She slapped my arm as I pulled her off the treadmill. "I could've fallen. Now put me down."
"There are no other treadmills for me to use, can I use yours?" I laughed as she continued to squirm in my grip, all those soft parts of her pressed ever so nicely against me. I had no idea she fit so perfectly.
"No, I need another fifteen minutes to get my heart going." She pouted, melting against me, either giving up or giving in.
"I can give your heart a good workout, love." I smirked, turning her so she would face me. She was trying really hard not to smile, but I could see the hint of one. I set her on her feet wanting to palm her ass. However, I knew she'd probably knee me.
"I'm sure you can," she said softly. "But not right now. Scoot so I can finish my run."
"No," I said setting the machine up. "We can finish it together,"
"We can't share a machine."
I rolled my eyes, and grabbed her again. She protested weakly for a moment. I set her back on the treadmill, and I stood behind her. I started the machine and we kept a perfect steady pace to avoid colliding into each other.
"See? I told you we can share. I must admit, I like this method better," I said, looking at her terrific ass.
"I bet," she huffed with a roll of her eyes. Occasionally, I would place my hands on her hips, and she'd swat them away with a laugh. After forty minutes, both of us covered in sheen of sweat, the machine started to slow.
I couldn't take it any longer, watching her was making jogging painful. I was desperate for a taste of her lips again. I stepped off the machine, grabbing her hand to pull her to the room we used for sparring.
"Why are you in a hurry?" Bella asked as I opened the door for her. I made sure the room was empty, closing and locking the door behind us. Without much of a warning, I pulled her around until her back was against the door.
"I have to kiss you again, Bella," I murmured as I bent down to graze my lips along her jaw. "I've been thinking about putting my mouth on you all day." Her breathing hitched as I laid my hand on her cheek, the other against the door just above her head. I continued to tease her, looking for the little hint of her approval. She shivered deliciously as my lips and teeth teased her ear. She looked up at me to give me a small nod. My thumb caressed her lips for a moment, the warmth and softness there ignited my blood further. I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers lightly.
Our lips met softly twice before her lips parted slightly, and I took advantage of it. I slipped my tongue inside and a little thrust of her tongue had me groaning out loud. Bella started to pull away to breathe, sucking on my tongue for a second longer. I groaned as she pulled away completely.
She smiled and ducked out from under me, pulling out the mats. I shook my head and adjusted myself before helping her. We started as we usually had with light punches and slaps but we both wanted to test kicking techniques. I was impressed with her roundhouse kick. She could put a lot a force behind it. I had already removed my shirt and Bella's body was glistening with sweat.
I want to lick her.
I blocked a straight punch, then she tried to counter with a side kick, but I caught her leg and held it up.
"Edward, what are you doing?" Bella questioned trying to maintain her balance on one leg.
"Nothing." I feigned ignorance with a crooked smile.
"Let go, you're going to make me fall."
"Good, you deserve it for lying last night."
"I never actually said I was drunk. So I didn't lie." She scowled, clearly getting riled up. Good.
"Technicality." I lifted her leg higher, and her eyes widened as she struggled to stay balanced. I managed to her get her leg high above my head and I was impressed and turned on.
Damn she's flexible.
Too transfixed on her leg, I failed to notice the punch to my gut. She didn't hold back either as I hunched over with a grunt. Her foot fell from my hands, and she tackled me. She had me in a scarf hold with her chest resting just under my chin in seconds. I couldn't help but realize how close her beautiful chest was to my mouth.
"That was not very nice of you," Bella said tightening her hold on my head. Was it wrong that I found the fact that she could fight me completely erotic?
"What you did was not very nice of you either," I countered. She loosened her hold on me, enough so that I could shift her to lay on top of me.
"I have heard and read so many bad things about you," she said softly. "I didn't want to risk it. It was the only way I could think of."
"I want you," I said firmly, cradling her cheek. "I can't say that I won't break your heart, but I can tell you that I want to see where this can lead." I wasn't sure what prompted me to say it, but it felt as if a weight lifted when I had.
"You want me?" Bella asked smiling and pressed her body against mine more fully. My hands traveled up her thighs, earning a little smile.
"Yes," I answered, kissing the tip of her nose.
"How bad?"
"I'd pretty much do anything you'd ask me to." My breathing became erratic as she moved her hips slightly. I groaned, lifting my hips to meet hers harder.
Bella looked thoughtful for moment before she gave into whatever battle she had in her mind. She pressed her lips against mine hard and perfectly. I groaned as my hands gripped her thighs moving them higher. Her tongue delved into my mouth, with a seductive little purr in her throat. We kissed like this for what seemed like hours with my hands roaming up and down her thighs. Our hips moved together, creating fucking amazing friction.
A fucking beeping came from her cell phone, causing Bella to pull away all too soon. "So are we still up for dinner at my place?" Bella asked and I just nodded unable to talk coherently.
"I have to go. I'll see you around nine, bring Chinese please." Bella got off me and straightened her skirt, only reminding me of what I wanted to get my hands on. I got to my feet and pulled her close to my chest.
"Are you sure that Daniel guy is someone that won't hurt you?"
"I've been seeing Daniel for the past few weeks. He's harmless," Bella stated placing her hands on my chest.
"All right, as long as you're sure. I'll see you at nine." I leaned in for another lust-inducing kiss, before I pulled away. "Any chance I can still get that dance tonight?" I asked moving my eyebrows suggestively.
Bella pushed me away with a shake of her head. She walked toward the exit, each step a mesmerizing sway of her hips. She stopped at the door and gave me this fuck hot look over her shoulder.
She smirked for a moment. "Yes."