GAH, sorry it has been a long long day.

Chapter 7

Alice holds Henry and looks at Bella as they have lunch together. She's voiced that she's pretty much against Edward living with her. Bella knows this, but she still needs to say something. "I just think that‒"

"Oh, Alice, shut up," Rosalie growls. Emmett 'knows' about the arrangement and actually thinks the tattoo-covered guy's a good one. She's a bit hung up on his appearance, but he's been pleasant, and her husband likes him. He has a tongue ring. She wasn't brought up in Posh City, but he's not a person she would normally hang around with. Neither would Bella, for that matter. He looks like someone Charlie Swan would have a heart attack over and then arrest. "Look at her. She's glowing."

Alice looks at Bella. "You look great, but you always do."

"Alice," Bella sighs. She looks at Henry in her arms. "I want that ‒ I really do ‒ and having sex," she whispers, "like I'm having is my best chance."

"You can't deceive him. It's wrong, first and foremost. What he if finds out?"

"If I get pregnant, I'll make sure he's long gone before any signs arise."

"I don't like it."

"Me, either," Rose chimes in. Bella throws her a 'I thought you were on my side' look. "I just think you should lay it all out for him. He might agree. Who knows?"

"A Harley-riding, tattoo happy, life-on-the-road guy agreeing to be my child's donor? I don't think so."

Alice actually smiles. "No," she laughs. "He'd never agree to that."

Edward walks in from the garage holding a cupboard door. He's almost done finishing them. They're all in her garage. Bella's so organized and refined. Being with someone like him has to mean she's having a life crisis. He chuckles to himself, his tongue ring touching the top of his mouth when he clucks his tongue.

"Hey."

"Hi." He looks up from resting the finished door in her living room. She's wearing skinny jeans cut at the ankle, a blouse, and a sweater with flats. She looks nice. There is a big clunky necklace around her neck. It works. The sexiest thing she owns is those damn glasses.

"How is it going?"

"Great. I should have the last door done by tomorrow, and then I's get them all back on." He thinks about his next task. He knows he's getting under her skin by working out of order, but she needs to know that the earth will continue to spin anyways. It will spin even if he doesn't follow the plan.

"Great." Bella nods. She wants to bring out her binder again and remind him of the important tasks she wants and expects to have done first. But she knows she's fighting a losing battle. He seems to enjoy toying with her and her ordered life.

"How was lunch with your friends?"

"Good. I always have a good time with them," she answers, grabbing a bottle of water. She watches him stand straight.

Edward smiles at her.

"What? Why do you look at me like that?"

"It winds you up, Just Bella."

She rolls her eyes and copies his stance, leaning on her counter with her arms folded, her water next to her. She cocks her eyebrow up at him.

"What's your story?"

"Story?"

"What's a girl like you doing with a guy like me?"

"What's a guy like you doing with a girl like me?"

"I needed a soft place to land for a while."

"Why? You on the run?" she asks as she smiles and leans forward. Though she's only partly joking, she wouldn't be shocked if he was.

"No," he grins. "I needed a break, and between your legs seemed perfect." Smiling, he steps forward and grabs a hold of her middle.

"Ugh." Bella pushes his chest.

"What's your story? Did you always want to be a lawyer?"

"Always," Bella answers, her breath picking up as he pulls her shirt free.

"You can keep the necklace on this time," he informs her, his nimble fingers plucking at the buttons of her blouse. "How come you aren't married?"

"Why aren't you?" She retorts for no other reason than not wanting to answer.

Edward smiles and pushes her hair from her face. "Am I ever going to get answers from you, counselor?"

"I could say the same thing."

"God, your trouble," he whispers, kissing her mouth. His hand moves and slaps her ass hard.

The contact stings, and she yelps. "I can't believe you just hit me." She widens her eyes and pulls away. Her hand flies to her bottom, and she rubs it.

"Are you going to arrest me?" He smiles wickedly at her.

Bella stares at him.

"Your mouth is smart; it turns me on, and so does your ass."

"You're stunning."

"Thank you. So are you."

She blushes.

"Yeah," Edward laughs, pushing her blouse to the floor. He hasn't had sex with the same women in‒ Well, he can't remember. He doesn't have girlfriends. He doesn't stay longer than one night with a woman. Normally, he needs a change ‒ a change from the fake tits and hair. But Bella's all natural, and he doesn't feel much like up and finding a new body. It's a nice change. Really nice.

"Sometimes I need a filter," she continues as he kisses her skin. "But it works so well in the court room."

"I bet you talk the asses off of everyone."

"I hold my own." She moans when he bites her throat and holds her closer than ever.

"I bet you do," he smiles, lifting her against him.

"Lower cupboard," Bella instructs while sitting at her table.

"I took all of these doors off," he reminds her. "I know where you keep your pans."

"Bells!"

Bella widens her eyes and then shoots out of her chair. "Oh, my God."

Edward frowns and leans over to see if he can see the door. "You expecting company?"

"It's my dad." She gets up quickly, knocking her chair back. Bella rushes to the door. "Dad, hi. Wh- what are you doing here?"

"Bella, stop joking," Charlie laughs, walking past his daughter with his toolbox in hand.

"I'm not." She shuts the door. Her eyes go to Edward, who comes from the kitchen wiping his hands on a cloth.

Charlie freezes. He doesn't have his gun on him. He would tell the man to freeze, because he looks like he belongs in a gang, a Hells Angels-type situation.

"Dad, um, this is Edward. Edward, this is my father, Charlie Swan."

Charlie blinks a few times. "Who is this, Bella?"

"Edward," Bella says carefully. "I just told you."

He looks at his daughter with an 'Oh, please' look. "And Edward is…?"

"Standing right here," Edward butts in. He doesn't take crap from anyone.

Bella rushes over and pleads with Edward with her eyes.

He nods in understanding. "Hello, Mr. Swan. I'm Edward Cullen." He moves past Bella and extends his hand. He can be charming. Mind you, growing up, parents hated him near their daughters. Hated him. It's really not his fault all the good girls wanted a rebel, orphaned boy. He pushes that away for the moment.

Charlie looks at the extended hand.

"Dad," Bella growls with wide eyes.

"Chief of Police Charles Swan." He does his introduction better than Bella.

Bella covers her eyes, mortified. This could be the reason she doesn't date much and barely has sex. Another reason is how uptight she is, she knows this, but she's clearly working on that part of herself. Having Edward in her home is a huge step.

"Edward Cullen, hired help." He smiles, shaking Bella's father's hand.

"I guess you don't need my services anymore, Bells?" He looks at is daughter, and she's frowning at him. "You forgot? I said I would pop in this weekend and help you out with your list. You asked me to," he reminds her.

"Oh, my gosh. I did forget."

"That's not like you." Charlie frowns. "Are you feeling okay, honey?"

"I'm fine, yes." Her eyes dart to Edward.

"I'm making dinner. Can I set another plate?" Edward questions.

Bella has to think fast. Her father's staying the night, and Edward's been staying in the spare room. They've been having sex, and she can't let her father find out. She can't let him know Edward is staying in her home and not just helping during the day.

Edward chuckles when she walks into the kitchen frazzled. She just handed Charlie a beer. "What?"

"It's not funny," she scolds.

"It's very funny." He shakes his head. "You're the good girl, and I'm the tattoo-covered, biker-riding boy. It's like a movie or something," he laughs. "The best part is your father is the chief of police." He shakes his head at the whole situation. "Brilliant."

Bella sighs, shaking her head. "He's staying the night," she informs him.

"I can go," Edward states simply. He's easygoing; he blows like the wind.

"No!" She shouts more loudly than intended.

Smirking, he walks to her and takes her hips in his hands. This is his favorite position. Pressing her against the counter, he smiles down at her. She may be older, but he's taller and larger. She looks young like this. Thrusting his hips forward, he grinds into her slowly, enticing a moan from her lips.

"Edward, my dad…"

"You think the words 'my dad' would make my hard-on go away… but it only excites me more." He sucks her neck. "I knew you liked me," he says, smiling into her heated skin.

"Please, not now," she begs, trying to push his shoulders.

"Tonight."

"I just told you…" she sighs, trying to straighten her clothing and hair. She's also trying to cool her body down. "Could this night get any worse?" she mutters, slapping her forehead.

Edward laughs. "Don't wish for it."

"I came in to try and figure out how we will work this sleeping arrangement"

"Your house, your dad ‒ you figure it out," he shrugs. He's fine with whatever she wants. He can easily go. He honestly doesn't want to, but he can.

"Thanks so much for your help," Bella growls.

Edward grabs her middle, and she squeals. He slaps her ass again.

"Edward," Bella gasps with wide eyes.

"Your attitude is going to get you into a heap of trouble." He leans in and kisses her forehead. Pulling back, he looks at her, unsure of where that came from.

She stares at him, not knowing what to think about anything that's been going on the past couple of weeks. There's a definite level of comfort between them now.

"Fuck, but I love it," he mutters before brushing her lips with his. Despite her father being in the next room, his hand slides into her hair and pushes it behind her ear as they kiss.

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