Chapter 8

Your Food Is Beeping

Bella

"You came back!" Georgia all but blurts out as I walk through the door to the break room. "Thank Jesus. I was beginning to panic."

"Well, don't get too cozy with the idea. If I keep getting that kind of welcome," I reply with a smile, jabbing my thumb over my shoulder just as Edward walks out. "I may just rethink my decision."

Before I can protest, Georgia walks over to me and throws her arm around my neck. "Don't let the exterior fool you, honey. I think you might just be the first woman to ever get under the skin of one Edward Cullen, and I do mean this in a good way."

"Yeah. Between you, me, and the walls, he's a turd, but I need this job. So I'll deal with it," I say placing my lunch in the refrigerator and then closing the door. "Now, what do ya got for me?"

The morning went off without a hitch, shit or vomit. Georgia and I worked closely together as she showed me where all of the office supplies are, going over customer accounts for me to familiarize myself with, along with the daily planner. After dotting all the I's and crossing all the T's, Georgia left me on my own to begin a few customer accounts that needed to be updated.

By lunchtime, I realized that I hadn't seen my 'boss' since he ran out of the break room like a bat out of hell. I can't help but wonder if he's been avoiding me all day. He had gone over to my house last night and took care of me when he clearly didn't have to. Not to mention, he was the perfect gentleman, having kept his hands to himself. Whatever the reason for his disappearing act, I don't allow myself to dwell on it. I have a job to do, and I'm sure as hell not going to let Edward Cullen get under my skin.

Deciding that it's a good time to take my lunch break, I grab my iPod and head for the break room. Luckily, I find the small space to be unoccupied so I retrieve my left over chicken Fettucini from the refrigerator and toss it in the microwave. As I wait for my food to warm, I sit back in one of the chairs, pop my ear buds in, and close my eyes.

"Damn you are extremely sexy in that."

She turned around to see him standing in the doorway of her bathroom, hands propped up against the door frame, wearing only a pair of low rise sweats that showed off the delicious V below his navel.

"Do you know what you do to me, baby?"

Her heart began to hammer in her chest as she gazed at the fuck hot man in front of her.

"The things I want to do to you should be considered illegal."

Her breathing hitched as he came up behind her and slid his hand up her side, causing goose bumps to pebble up over her delicate skin and a blush to rise up her neck.

"I love it when you do that."

She could feel his hard length press against her ass through the silky fabric of her panties as he kissed the sensitive skin below her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

"Do you like feeling my hard cock pressed against your beeping?

What the hell?

"Your food is beeping."

Huh?

"Beeping, your food is beeping."

I shift in the chair as my eyes spring open to see Edward standing over me.

"Your food is beeping in the microwave," he says, motioning to the noisy machine. "You might want to check it."

Shaking the fog from my head, I get to my feet and scurry over to find my lunch sizzling away.

"Shit!" I yelp as I grab the scorching dish, dropping it onto the floor. "Damn it!"

"Holy shit, woman, you alright?" Edward asks, grabbing my hand and examining it carefully. "Where does it hurt?"

"I'm fine. It was just a little hot."

Edward looks over my hand for any injuries the hot dish may have inflicted. Seeing none, he brings me over to the sink and runs my hand under cool water to soothe the burning.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks again, looking down at me with his hand still holding mine.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you."

I feel Edward's eyes glued to me as I try to will away the fluttering that's taken up residence in my belly. I'm not stupid. I know exactly what that feeling means and I hate it. I hate the fact that I'm obviously attracted to Edward Cullen and no amount of denying it will change it.

Edward's eyes flickered from my lips to my eyes and back again. "I'll have Georgia fill out an incident report on this. But if it starts to bubble, you need to get it checked out. I'll foot the bill." I notice his nostrils flare and his chest heave every time he takes a breath, which causes a scorching heat to ignite between my legs.

God, I want to hate him.

The situation is becoming increasingly uncomfortable by the second and, in the midst of my complete idiocy and Edward trying to help, I hadn't realized that the two of us are now close enough that I can feel his hot, minty breath wafting across my nose.

With Edward still holding my hand, the bubble that seemed to encase us is suddenly burst as a loud, booming voice sounds near the door. "I am fucking starving!"

I quickly jump back as Emmett enters the small space.

"Fuck, I could eat the ass end of a skunk right about now!"

A small, nervous chuckle tumbles from my lips at the absurdity of the over grown ape-man. "If you're eating skunk ass then I think this is my cue to hightail it out of here."

"Do you have to be disgusting, Em?" Edward asks.

"Only for you sweet cheeks!" Emmett smiles before tossing me a wink. "Hey, tutz, good to see ya again."

"Likewise," I reply.

"No more doo-doo dilemmas today?" he asks with a chuckle. "Cause that shit was nast-ta-hay!"

"Emmett, shut the fuck up," Edward shakes his head before turning just as I slip out the door. "Nice, dick. Way to go."

"What?" Emmett replies, throwing his palms up. "She can't still be upset about that shit. Can she? I mean, that shit was gross, but it was funny as hell."

I lean my ear up against the door, hoping like hell neither of them opens it and catches me eavesdropping.

"You better hope she doesn't decide to walk out again," Edward warns. "We need her ass here."

I hear footsteps nearing the door right before I hear Emmett let out a boisterous laugh. "Well, well, well. You got it bad, dude."

What the fuck are you talking about?" I hear Edward ask. "Got what?"

"You got it bad for Miss Swan," Emmett replies. "It's written all over your face, brother."

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about," Edward says just as I hear the handle jiggle. "Get back to work."

Before I give Edward a chance to catch me, I haul ass around the corner and back toward my office, and for the rest of the day, Emmett's words play on a loop as concentration evades me.