Disclaimer: All names and Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her creations... however the plot line of this fan fiction is mine.

Chapter 3

After having raced through the city, collecting my coffee on the way, I arrive at work just in time to see my boss disappearing into the boardroom.

'Oh yes, that's right, there was a case that starts today.' I thought to myself.

I sat down at my desk, and stared at the over sized pile of paperwork on my desk, a sigh escaped my lips.

'And the day begins!' I muttered to myself.

I busied myself with my work, doing copies, filing things away, answering the phone etc.

I suddenly remembered that I needed to make an appointment with Eric when I noticed everyone else giving me funny looks.

Then Tyler, the gopher boy, said

'Bella, damn you look rough today, what's going on with the hair?'

I huffed and scowled at he then stomped back to my desk picking up the phone and calling Eric.

I had been so busy that lunch had appeared from nowhere.

'Shit' I said to myself, grabbing my bag and coat and running out the door.

As I ran for the lift I shouted to Jessica at main reception.

'I'm off for lunch, cover any calls please I have a date with Eric'.

A wicked grin came over her face which you can not help but grin back at,

'Will do' she called to me as the doors closed.

It didn't take me long to get to Eric's, I was in desperate need to see him, but it was like he knew, as I flashed a smile at him stepping in through the door.

Eric gave me a wink.

'Mmmmmmm, GOD that feels so good, right there that's the spot'. His fingers were so good and they do things to me that no other has.

'Calm down sugar there is enough liquid here without you adding to it', I giggled,

'I'm sorry Eric, its just been so long since I have had your hands on me, and those fingers... There truly are no words'

Eric chuckled

'You flatter me too much, just wait till I get you in my chair and give you the full works', he wiggled his eyebrows at me as we both burst out laughing.

It really had been too long; to feel Eric's experienced hands on me again was pure bliss.

You really do have a dirty mind and it's not what you're thinking.

Eric is my hairdresser and extremely skilled, I was so lucky to have found him when I first moved here.

I was having such a bad day, nothing was going right at all, I had been trying to get everything sorted for the apartment. I had no water, no electric, no phone line, was late for work as my alarm never went off. I was suffering and low.

Then when I had time on lunch to try and sort things out the heavens opened on me out of nowhere, it had been a lovely warm, sunny day, and then there I was, looking like a drowned rat as they say.

Trying to run for cover I tripped and broke my heel landing flat on the pavement arse in the air for all to see.

I was at my lowest then and Eric appeared from nowhere like a knight on a white horse riding in to save the damsel.

He scooped me up and marched me into his salon where he found me dry clothes and fixed me up with the full works. I looked like nothing ever happened to me, I have always been eternally grateful to him for rescuing me and one day I will pay him back.

I came out of my day dream just as Eric was finishing up with my hair, he was a genius, he had removed all the knots and with out making it look like he had cut much hair.

'It's brilliant Eric as always, you are the best EVER' I wrapped my arms around him, giving him a huge hug.

'You keep going like that girl and my head won't fit out the door' we both giggled.

As I went to grab my things I caught a glimpse of a dark blur.

'I'm just imagining things' I mumbled to myself, 'lack of sleep playing tricks on my mind'

Or was it?