One chapter will talk about the past, one about the present until we reach the point where we began with the present. Confusing much? It keeps things interesting. ;)
Same disclaimer applies-Twilight belongs to S.M., but the idea of this story is mine.
Many thanks to my awesome betas and friends - TeamAllTwilight and m0t0b33.
December 2010
My first week at my new job flies by in a flurry of activity between working on the advertisement about Christmas and my supervisor.
We keep an unspoken rule about no eye contact or touching, but when we're in the elevator or the smoking room. Yeah, a different story.
Right now, we're in the smoking area with a few others from the team. Edward keeps shooting me glances, but I ignore him, talking with Nick about how we could wrap the commercial up.
I'm so proud of this project. We worked hard and most nights we stayed over hours to finish what we had set for the day. As Edward said in the beginning, two girls abandoned, but it is so much better without them.
"So when do they put it up on TV?" Nick asks Edward, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"Whenever you finish it and James approves it. The faster the better. I'm hoping we'll be able to wrap it up by Monday."
I exhale my smoke to my side then turn to him. "We're nearly done. We just have to go over it again and see if something's missing."
"I'll tell you what's missing." He smirks at me. "The logo."
I frown, ready to strangle him. "I gave you a thousand ideas. You don't like any!"
"Seriously, Isabella. Have a royal Christmas!" he mocks me. "Decorate with taste and spend Christmas like a royalty?" he adds, laughing through his nose.
"I don't fucking know! I'm just one of the many on this team! Ask them for ideas!" I huff.
Nick's eyes widen, probably surprised as why am I talking like this with the boss.
Edward flicks ash from his cigarette, turning his eyes on Tia then to Nick. "Any ideas?"
"Bella's ideas are very good, sir," Nick answers. "We have to include their name in the commercial."
Edward scowls, taking a drag, his eyes boring into mine. He exhales through his nose—for some reason I find that incredibly hot.
"Buy a royal decoration and you'll feel like the regal family this Christmas." He beams at us.
I glare at him, annoyed. He twisted my words around and added a little something else.
"Let's go wrap this up. I know you want this over—just like me."
We return to the work area and look over what we have for now then add the logo Edward came up with then, he puts the video on a flash memory stick and takes it to Mr. Brown.
While everyone starts packing their stuff, I clean around, because I don't like the mess we left and it gives me something to do. I have to wait for Jackass to take me out.
I took the Subway to work and bumped into him in the elevator. His words were, "You and me dinner. No arguments."
What's a girl gotta do when she's ordered around like that?
It also doesn't help that my cooch misses his dick. She's probably raising him a statue as we speak and bows to it when they're not connected.
"What's with you and Boss-man?" Nick asks quietly from behind me. "It looks like he hates your guts."
"I think everyone saw it," Jacob butts in making me look like a deer in the headlights.
Arguing at work makes the afterhours sex so much better.
"He's an asshole," I mutter, shrugging nonchalantly.
"Speaking of me, sweetheart?"
My eyes snap to the door and suddenly it's hard to swallow. He's loosened his tie, his sleeves are rolled up and he looks good enough to lick.
"Good to know you think so highly of yourself. Feeling guilty? I could have been talking about anyone else," I bite back.
Edward smirks. "I want everyone here on Monday for payment and discussing who stays on the team and who leaves," he addresses the room. "Keep your eyes on TV. Our commercial could be the one Mr. Brown will choose. Have a good weekend, people!"
He can be so sweet when he wants.
As everyone starts leaving, Nick asks if I'm headed to the Subway.
"Isabella, I need a word with you," Edward snaps, his eyes on Nick.
Is he serious?
We're just...fucking.
Now he's jealous.
"Nah, don't wait for me. I'm busy," I lie to Nick. He's a good guy—the type you take home to your parents.
When the door closes after the last member of our team, Edward is quick to lock the door making my eyebrows shoot up.
"Aren't cameras here?" My eyes dart around the room.
"Laurent is a good friend of mine. He could cut this part off."
"Or...you could keep it in your pants until later. I'm hungry." I fold my arms across my chest.
"Mhmm. Me too, Isabella."
"For food!"
We have a glaring contest which I lose since he's some unblinking freak. All too soon, I find my back pressed against the door and Edward's hand is moving up my skirt, fisting my underwear.
"Don't!" I shout. I'm kind of running out of panties here.
His eyes widen then he steps away, scowling at me. "You had to shout, didn't you?" He groans, turning the lock off.
I don't know what he's talking about until the door opens a minute later and Tanya appears there looking between us, startled.
I snatch my coat and purse from the chair then push past her. I hear Edward muttering something to her then his heavy footsteps following me.
The elevator ride is quiet, just like our walk to his car. My heels are clicking annoyingly loud in the almost empty garage.
"Cullen!"
We both stop, tensing at Mr. Brown's voice from a few cars away. Edward shoots me a panicked look, dropping his hand from the small of my back.
I had no idea it was there, but now I feel its loss.
"Yeah?" he calls to our boss on a strained voice.
"You won. Thought you'd like to know."
A huge smile breaks on Edward's face, but it's quickly gone when Mr. Brown realizes who I am. He even takes a double look.
"Remember about the policy I have? It's for my employees' best."
"I'm just taking her home," Edward says on a shaky voice.
Mr. Brown shrugs and gives me a look—more like an once-over then nods and slips in his car.
"Fuck," I hear Edward cursing under his breath.
I realize how affected by this he is when he just gets in the car without opening my door. He did open it, from inside, jerking his head for me to get in.
We end up at his house. I'm boiling pasta while he's in the shower.
I don't know what to think of this fucking arrangement we have.
Agh, I hate calling it that.
While the pasta is boiling, I heat the sauce then turn to play with the dog since he's sniffing between my legs. He takes after his master.
"What are you doing?" I giggle, amused, pushing his head from between my legs. Seriously, his head is under my skirt, licking my thigh.
It's the weirdest sensation ever.
"Slooooob!" I whine, pushing his head away making him growl.
"What's he doi...ng..." Edward's in the doorway staring shocked at his pet. "Slob, for Christ's sake! Leave her alone." He strides to us and grabs his collar, pulling him out from under my skirt.
"Thanks," I whisper, rubbing my thighs together, shuddering.
"Buddy, she's mine, not yours. That pussy is mine!"
"Don't get all territorial! Or maybe you'll start a pissing contest with your dog?" I challenge, raising my eyebrow.
Edward rolls his eyes, patting Slob's head then stepping closer to me. "Do we have time for a little dessert before dinner?" He takes my hips in his hands, pressing his lips to my neck.
I push against his chest. "The sauce is burning. Dinner is almost ready." I turn to the stove glancing at him over my shoulder. "When I agreed to this, I never thought I'd become your maid too." I scowl.
"It was you who offered to cook, not me." He shoots me a big smile.
We take our plates to the dining room because the man never eats anywhere else. A few bites in the delicious dish, I feel his foot on my calf, then his hand on my thigh.
Goodbye, appetite—for food, that is.
I definitely have appetite for something else. Testimony is the mess in my panties.
"Isabella, get here. On my lap."
I quickly shimmy out of my panties because I wasn't kidding when I said I'm running out of lingerie. As I straddle his hips, he unzips his pants and pulls his glorious dick out.
I lick my lips as I guide him into me.
It will never grow old—this feeling of having him fill me up, completely.
Edward scoots down the chair, bringing my legs up to wrap them around his hips. My back is resting on the edge of the table and he realizes I'm not comfortable, though it feels amazing. We really are trying various positions—every time.
"Hold on," he murmurs, pushing the chair away from the table and stretching his legs. "Now, lean back. I won't let you fall."
He's so fucking deep I feel him in my stomach.
This position is beyond rational thoughts. He does most of the work since I'm focused on keeping my balance and trying not to come with his every push and pull inside me. My clit is overstimulated and one of his hands is tormenting my breasts. I'm gone in a matter of minutes.
When he shoots deep inside me, I sit up on his lap, grasping his shoulder to make my blood flow in my body since it went to my head. Edward doesn't give me a moment of respire, smashing his lips to mine, kissing me hungrily.
It's not the first time it happened, and I'm so asking him what happened to his rule. But later, when I can form a coherent thought.
After my legs stop shaking and I'm breathing relatively normal, we finish our food before Edward takes me upstairs.
Round Two, here we come!
I giggle at the double meaning.
He shoots me a look, but I shrug.
Smirking, he brings me closer and kisses the side of my head.
It's little gestures like this that leave me confused.
I don't know about him, but I'm in this for steady sex. I don't see myself falling for him, and if that happens, it won't be because of his lovely personality.
"So, what happened to the no lips kissing rule?" I wonder, swinging our clasped hands as we enter his bedroom.
"You taste too sweet to resist. Are you complaining?"
Am I?
Maybe a little.
It's too personal.
"It's okay. You're a decent kisser." He's the best, but we don't want to boost his ego.
Edward gasps, turning to me. His green eyes are filled with humor. "Decent? Do I have to kiss you again to change your mind until you think my kisses are mind-blowing, toe curling, orgasm inducing?"
"Now, don't flatter yourself, Mr. Cullen."
"Mhmm. Say it again."
"What?" I ask surprised. What did I say?
"Mr. Cullen. Say it again," he insists.
I grin, a plan forming in my head. I step in front of him, still holding his hand and look up into his eyes.
Ungh, he's so freaking tall.
"Mr. Cullen," I murmur, tracing a finger over his chest.
"You're killing me, little girl."
"I'm not a little girl!"
"You are little. Look at you! Your head isn't reaching my shoulder."
"That's called petite!" I huff. "Little girl makes me think of a child."
"Petite," he whisper then throws his head back and laughs.
I want to smack him, then push him down and fuck him on the plush carpet.
And that's what I do.
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