Disclaimer: All Twilight names, places and characteristics belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her toys.

Authors note: A Saturday update for you all! I should also update tomorrow and Monday but then there will be nothing for possibly a week due to all things hectic! Anyway, enjoy!

The sun that glared through the window awoke me. I squinted my eyes and put my arm up in front of my face to act as a shield. My angling was all wrong. Instead I pulled up the covers and nestled myself under Edward's arm.

Yep, Edward's arm.

I'd let him stay the night.

Actually I didn't even ask him to, I'd simply let it happen.

I let the events of last night happen, twice.

I felt him roll over onto his side, snaking his hand over my naked waist and down to cup my ass. He gave me a gentle squeeze and chuckled, placing a light kiss to my forehead.

"Mmm, morning," He murmured against my flushed skin, "You feel hot, are you okay?"

"Yeah," I smiled, hooking my leg over his waist.

"That's a dangerous way to lay, Isabella. Who knows what I could do," He laughed quietly, teasing my intimate area with his morning wood.

God he felt...

"Ungh, don't!" I whimpered and tried to scramble away with a giggle. I grinned when Edward pulled me back to him for sweet, warm cuddles.

His arms wrapped right around my tiny body, I was so tight against his chest that I could feel his heartbeat. Maybe I could feel our hearts beating together.

I thought I could.

I heard my phone chime with it's alarm. I had to leave soon.

I tilted my head and caught Edward's lips with my own. I kissed him slowly, it was sensual.

He hummed softly then whispered.

"What was that for?"

"You mean I need an excuse now?" I questioned.

"Never, baby," He smiled warmly. This time he kissed me, deeply and his hand slid around to the back of my head, burying those long fingers amoungst my tresses.

I pulled away relucantly only seconds later.

"I have to get ready," I whispered with my eyes still closed.

"You're due on set, I know," I opened my eyes to see Edward's sad ones.

It sent a chill down my spine. I didn't know what to say.

"Bella... I like you, you know that, right?"

I nodded.

"I think last night established that, Edward," I chuckled in my attempt to lighten the mood. Somehow I knew where this conversation was headed.

"Oh har-har," Edward rolled his eyes sarcastically, his tickling fingers to my waist told me he was goofing around.

"I felt something for you all those years ago too, maybe in a 'I was fifteen and intrigued' kind of a way but I did. Seeing you on that site made me take this job but..."

"But?" I asked, sitting up.

"Bella, you don't need to do this," He told me.

"This is what I do, Edward," I replied very matter-of-factly.

"Please," He sat up beside me, the pads of his fingertips brushing over my arm, his lips leaving kisses on my shoulder. Each second he touched me, I wanted it to last longer.

I glanced at the clock. I had half an hour to meet Eric downstairs.

I pulled back the covers and got out of bed, totally naked. Without a word, I walked through to the en suite to brush my teeth. I took a quick shower and could hear Edward's voice.

Maybe he was on the phone.

Some hopping around the bedroom later, I was dressed and grabbing my bag of what I supposed I should call 'equipment'. Today it was simply lingerie. If Emmett Cullen wanted to whip me or tie me with anything, he could use restaurant props.

I stopped by the door and stared over at my pink chested Edward. His green eyes were begging me and my heart sank. My cellphone vibrated in my hand. I was now late.

"Bella, it's not too late,"

Edward was trying to bargain with me. I closed my eyes and shook my head.

"It's just work, you can stay here if you want," I told him coldly and turned the knob on the door.

-BS-

I met Eric outside, he was stood by the car and tapping his shoe on the pavement. He wore a bright pink, button up shirt and black slacks. The shirt hurt my eyes. It screamed how camp he was, I wouldn't have my Eric any other way though. The brighter the better.

However, this morning, he looked pissed off.

"Jeez, Bella Boo. Ever heard of an alarm clock? You look fucking exhausted, I damn hope Marcus got you a decent make-up artist," Eric stressed.

He was always like this on work days.

"Long night, I'm sorry," I mumbled and crawled into the car.

Eric got in and told the driver where to go before calling Marcus on his cell. A restaurant somewhere in Soho. It had never been used before, it was two months away from opening. Why not taint the place with hardcore sex?

Sex...

I had amazing sex with Edward last night.

Normally I called sex something like 'fucking' or 'boinking'.

Last night with Edward was something completely different. I licked my lips and gasped ever so quietly at the memory of how Edward made me feel. How he made me feel with every kiss, every touch and caress.

Why was it everything with him was like something I'd never experienced?

I stared out of the window silently. Literally glued to my mind was the look on Edward's face when I left the hotel.

"Oh, Edward," I whispered, not loud enough for Eric to hear while he babbled on the phone.

My hands clutched my stomach, I felt nauseous.

"Stop the car!" I demanded.

"What?" Eric and the driver asked in unison.

"Stop the car," I shrieked.

The car skidded to a stop on a small side road in what I assumed to be Soho. I clambered out and stopped in the nearest clear area, maybe it was an alleyway or a doorway, I couldn't focus to tell. Wherever I was, I emptied the contents of my stomach and managed to take deep breaths.

"Shit, B, are you okay?" Eric asked worriedly in hushed tones.

"Fine," I managed.

I heard the click of his shoes behind me, then felt his hand rubbing my back affectionately. Finally I saw a bottle of water dangling in front of my face. I grabbed it from his hand and swished a mouthful before spitting it out, then swallowing several mouthfuls before gasping and standing up straight.

"Better? It's just nerves,"

I couldn't tell him.

"Nerves, yeah," I forced a smile and followed him back into the car.

-BS-

Here I was, in the office of the restaurant. Eric was outside talking to Marcus, every now and then he would pop his head in the door and tell me how long I had left to get ready.

Apparently Emmett was here and raring to go.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was loose but had been lifted with a lot of hairspray, I had big hair and dark, smokey eyes.

The make-up artist, Gianna, was nice enough to help me with my lingerie. The crotchless maid's lingerie clung pretty tight to my body, it didn't seem obvious when looking in the mirror with my little black dress on. Though I couldn't imagine Emmett keeping it on for long.

Plus, airbrushing is genius!

I looked in the mirror one more time, trying to swallow the continuing nausous feeling.

"Bella Boo, we need to begin,"

I looked over my shoulder and saw Eric in the doorway, I smiled confidently and followed him out into the hall.

"Looking sassy, girl," Eric made kissy noises in my direction, I pretended to swat him away with my hands.

"Oh give over," I laughed, hoping this behaviour would seem normal for me.

We stopped in the archway leading to the main restaurant. The windows were blacked out and there were lights everywhere. There were a few round tables dotted around the space. Our table was obvious, there was a candle and a couple of wine glasses, in the middle a plate and on top was a slice of chocolate cake.

Emmett was stood with his back to me, he was wearing a tux and had his hands in his pockets. His biceps looked like they could burst out of the fabric. From the back it looked as if his little dark curls were slicked back.

"There he is," Eric smirked.

I glanced at my friend out of the corner of my eye, I'm sure I saw drool.

I forced a swallow and nodded.

Just twelve hours ago, Edward was peeling off my lingerie like I was some kind of precious goddess.

Emmett turned around and winked in my direction.

Could I do this?

Do we think our Bella Boo will go through with it?

Review and tell me!