All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer.

This plot bunny came to mind due to CCQ having an idea about a Maidella and CEOward and before she could send over her thoughts this was already going through my head. I loved many of her ideas and tried to incorporate some of them in my rendition. I hope she likes it!

I am ded from complete shock and awe from the response of chapter 1. Wow. Thanks for blowing me away!

WARNING! Lemons ahead. Under 18? Look away.

Thanks to my pre-reading crew, reyes139, Midnight Cougar, and Franca!

Chapter 2: April

I was mostly a second shift supervisor, but I did work a third or first about once per week. That day was a third shift and by five in the morning I was seriously dragging my ass and anxiously waiting for the Starbucks in the lobby to open.

"Isabella?" Tyler called.

"Yes?"

"Um, well, I was hoping you might be able to do something. Mr. Cullen in 1427 requested a wakeup call, but I think the phone is off the hook. I've been trying for the last half an hour."

I sighed. "You want me to go wake him, don't you?" I asked in a whine.

"Please?" he begged, giving me his best puppy dog impression.

I rolled my eyes at him and sighed. "Ok, but you owe me!"

"Anything," he promised as I turned and headed to the elevator bay.

It was a trick, I just knew it. He was getting clever.

I made it to his room and as I raised my hand to knock on the door, the bastard flung it open wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and a smirk on his gorgeous face; his skin still dripping from his shower.

"I can't stay," I announced immediately as I crossed the threshold and closed the door. I didn't hear him step up behind me, but I could feel him. I could feel the sparks that flew between us, even from a few feet away. The tingling sensations that coursed through my body and the wetness that settled in my panties. All from being within a few feet of him.

"Yes you can. Just for a few minutes. I need you, baby," he whispered in my ear. His hand had worked its way up to my panties and he was massaging my pussy, his fingers teasing my entrance.

"Laurent is due in shortly, I have to report… oh, God!" my protests were drowned out by the cry that left my lips when he slid two fingers in.

"Take your skirt off," he commanded, the husk in his voice sending shivers down my body and concentrating between my thighs.

His hand gripped my arm above my elbow as he led me over to the bed. I slipped my skirt off, followed by my jacket and blouse until all I was left in was my stockings with garter, panties, bra, and my heels.

"Fucking beautiful. Damn, you are so sexy standing there with only that on," he commented before laying me back on the bed and slipping my panties off. He leaned down until I could feel his breath against my folds. I felt his tongue on me and nearly jumped from the bed as he began eagerly licking and sucking.

"Edward!" I cried out.

He straightened back up after a short moment and licked his lips. He was just teasing me. Reaching over to the night stand he picked up a condom and rolled it down his length. My hips rocked toward him, calling to him. There was something fascinating about watching him; his fingers gliding up and down his hard shaft.

He climbed back on the bed and pushed my knees down to the bed, spreading me open. His hips rocked, sliding his hard cock against my wet pussy and clit before lining up and sliding in all the way. My eyes fluttered shut, rolling back; my head fell back onto the bed as he entered. I would never get used to how good it felt.

"Damn, baby, you are always so fucking tight," he moaned and leaned down over me.

His hands ran up the length of my arms, pulling them above my head, pinning them there. He smirked down at me momentarily before adjusting his position slightly.

"Hold on," he whispered.

His hips moved back before slamming back against mine. My back arched off of the bed, a strangled cry escaped my lips as his relentless pounding took hold of my body. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. I could only feel.

His lips found mine, a moan slipping from his mouth to mine. I tried to take charge of the kiss, to have control of something, but he wasn't having any of that. He wanted complete control and he was going to have it.

My body was shaking, my legs quivering. He sped up, thrusting harder and faster. I couldn't take anymore.

"Edward!" I cried out, clenching around him, my back arching against the bed.

Seconds later he followed, my name slipping past his lips.

He collapsed on top of me. "Mmm, just what I needed for a morning wake up call."

"Are you awake now, Mr. Cullen?" I questioned.

"Definitely. You?"

"Surprisingly, yes. You're as good as a cup of coffee."

He laughed and kissed me full and hard.

We rose a moment later and I dressed quickly before running out.

"Wait! Have a good day, Isabella," he said, kissing my forehead before kissing my lips. I was stunned by the gesture, but greedily accepted it.

I exited his room and returned to the lobby to report the evening's events and any news to Laurent before returning to my apartment and crashing for six hours until my afternoon class.

The last few weeks had been… interesting. Edward and I had entered into a sordid relationship of sorts. It was mostly sex… if mostly meant nothing but sex. Always in his hotel room, always when I was on duty. He would pitch an ungodly fit about anything and everything to get me up there. The night manager was happy that I seemed to have a calming touch, even though it never lasted long. She had dealt with him once and left in tears. I was a supervisor, leader of the night desk clerks, and shit runs down hill, so I became his point of contact.

Edward Cullen was quite a force to be reckoned with.

Not just as asshole, he was also quite a lover and, as I was beginning to see, so much more.

Behind his cool, abrasive exterior laid an ordinary man… one with incredible intellect. He was a baseball fan, ticklish, lover of bacon cheeseburgers and fries, affectionate, a bit of a klutz, and a bit on the shy side, strangely enough, at times.

However, he did also have a very demanding side; Mr. Cullen.

I want to see you – EAC

I looked down at the screen and blinked, smiling. He was contacting me outside of when I worked. When he had asked for my number, I didn't think he would really contact me. I was in complete shock. He actually contacted me. I mean, wasn't I just a fling for him? Was this more than just great sex to him?

I don't work tonight. – Isabella

If I had thought my reply would have been the end of the conversation I was greatly mistaken. Edward Cullen was used to getting what he wanted, and that night he wanted me.

Come over – EAC

I sighed. Did he really want me to lose my job? It was bad enough I'd been having sex with him in his hotel room during work hours. I was already sick about what would happen when or if it was found out just what went on in his room.

You know I can't – Isabella

Fine. Let's go to dinner then – EAC

A date? Was he serious? He was not asking me out. I couldn't even let that thought settle in my brain. So instead, I offered another alternative, one I could live with.

I have homework. 415 Cherry St Apt 2C – Isabella

The ball was in his court. I didn't have time to entertain him, or fall to his whim. If he wanted me, he had to come and get me.

A few hours later I was on my couch in pants and a tank top, my hair thrown back into a loose bun, papers surrounding me. I was so thoroughly engrossed in my project that I almost didn't hear the knock on my door. Granted, the TV was on and drowned out the sound.

I was a little peeved when I stood up from my lake of papers and made my way to the door. To say I was surprised to see Edward standing there was a great understatement. It was after nine in the evening. He never replied, so I never expected him to show.

I stood, staring at him. "Wha… Edward?"

"You're being rude, Isabella," he noted.

I stepped aside to let him in and he smirked down at me. "You look cute."

I looked down at my Nick and Nora PJ's and really wished I'd been wearing something… else. "I… I'm just working on homework. I didn't think you'd actually show up."

"I said, you look cute. I like the look. Much better than your uptight supervisor suit. It looks more… you. Not to say I don't like you in the suit, because you are usually hiding those fucking stockings underneath and that gets me harder then you can imagine."

"Oh, now I'm curious to see you in something other than your uptight asshole business power trip suit," I shot back, ignoring his comment about how hard my stockings made him. I smirked over my shoulder at him as I locked the door behind him.

He frowned and proceeded to rid himself of his suit jacket, tie, and dress shirt. He stripped off his belt as well and rid himself of his leather shoes, leaving him in his undershirt and slacks.

"Better?" he questioned.

"Marginally," I muttered and then mourned the loss of his suit. The man looked damn fine in one and knew how to work it.

"So, what are you working on?" he asked, looking around. "Wow, your apartment is small," he stated, his eyes landing back on me.

"I know," I replied. "Not all of us are incredibly wealthy. This is how the other half lives. 458 square feet, baby."

"Your apartment is smaller than my room at the hotel," he noted.

"Yeah, well, like I said…" I trailed off annoyed and turned to walk away.

"Hey, hey," he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me to him. "I'm sorry." His arms wrapped around me, pulling me back to him. He nuzzled into my neck and held me tight. "So, what is it that is keeping you from me?"

"It's a presentation for my management course," I replied with a sigh.

"What do you plan to do once you have your MBA? I assume you aren't staying at the hotel," he questioned with honest curiosity.

"No. I am out of the hotel as soon as possible. I'm looking for jobs right now. Mostly treasury departments, staff accountant positions. Maybe once I have more experience, a controller."

"Hmm. So, do you need any help?" he asked. His offer was genuine, but I was used to faring on my own.

"No, I don't need help. I can do this myself," I replied, walking away from him and back to my sea of papers.

"Let me rephrase that; would it help if I was your audience?"

I stared up at him, still curious why he was there since I'm sure he could tell I wasn't going to jump into bed with him.

"Ok," I conceded. "That would be helpful."

A huge smile broke out on his face before he plopped down on the couch across from me.

For the next two hours we worked on my presentation. He helped me fine tune a few things and finalize my edits, making it a masterpiece of a presentation that was sure to impress my professors.

Afterwards we curled under a fuzzy throw blanket and watched a movie. Edward had me pulled tight into his chest and about an hour later I could hear the soft sound of snoring from behind me. I turned and looked up, his eyes were closed, mouth slightly parted.

I hated to wake him, but he needed to get some sleep.

"Edward," I whispered, the back of my fingers caressing his cheek. "Edward, you need to go to bed."

He groaned, but reluctantly opened his eyes. I stood and took his hand, guiding him over to the bed. Eyes half closed, he peeled off his under shirt and slacks, leaving him in his boxer briefs.

If he hadn't been mostly asleep and adorably cute, words I would not normally associate with him, I had thoughts of taking advantage of him. He fell into my full size bed, much smaller than his king at the hotel, and pulled the cover over him. I stared down at him for a moment, but a moment was all I was allowed before Edward's hand reached up and grabbed my own, pulling me into the bed. I giggled and brought the covers up over myself. His arm reached around my waist as he snuggled into me, spooning.

In minutes I was dreaming, secure in my Edward cocoon.

It was early the next morning that I was woken by Edward's very hard cock sliding against my pussy. I moaned and opened my eyes. Edward was above me, his gaze hooded. I sucked in a breath; he looked so sexy like that, his need showing.

My hips rose to meet his, rubbing my clit against his hot shaft. I watched his eyes flutter close before he grabbed his cock and slid between my folds.

My back arched off the bed, my nails dug into his arm, and I cried out in pleasure as he pushed all the way in.

We didn't speak with words, but with our bodies. We rocked together, slow and sensual. Soft caresses and tender touches; very different than our previous encounters. Something was changing.

I didn't see him the next day at work, not did I hear from him. I was beginning to feel sad and worried that I'd been thrown aside, that he was finished with me, because three days had passed and we had no contact. All thoughts of that were pushed from my mind when I returned home after classes that day.

The day had been long and hard. I had worked another third shift and then had classes afterwards. It was now four in the afternoon and I was having trouble keeping my eyes open, while I climbed the stairs to get to my apartment. I just hoped to make it to the bed.

I was putting my key in the lock when I looked down. There on the floor in front of my door was a huge bouquet of flowers. Not just flowers, but about four dozen large red roses. Sticking out of the top was an envelope with my name written on it.

I managed to get the door opened and walked inside, flowers in tow. I set them on the counter and opened up the envelope.

Isabella,

I didn't have a dictionary to look up 'wooing', but I do have a smart phone and Wikipedia is a great resource. In the article it mentioned traditional exchanges; letters (see this), gifts (to come), flowers (see attached), and songs (I am not musical in any way shape or form so do not expect this and, no, I will not hold a boom box in the air outside of your window) . I have watched many movies and often wondered what all the nonsense was about. Thank you for opening my eyes to this. Oh, I've also heard from my assistant that chocolates are an acceptable gift. Are you a fan of chocolates?

Yours,

Edward

I smiled down at the note, giddy. If he kept this up I was going to fall head over heels for him in no time… if I wasn't already. My fingers traced over his elegant script, over the word 'yours'. I wasn't going to get my hopes up, but it was nice to dream.

After six weeks at the hotel, I had learned many of Edward's habits. He kept to a schedule, and with the hours he worked, I understood why.

Monday's he worked late, usually getting room service for dinner. Dry cleaning and machine washable items went out on Tuesdays. He worked late on Wednesdays because I didn't and now came over to my apartment after he was done. Thursdays he usually went to dinner with clients or the CEO of his company. On Fridays he found some way to drag me up to his room. Saturdays were the wild card; it all depended on whether or not he had to go into the office. Sunday nights I was off and he began spending the night with me.

We began spending more and more time together outside of the hotel. They weren't dates, per se, but we did meet up and spend time together. Every day with Edward my feelings for him grew. We weren't defined, but one day, I hoped that would change.

We were sitting on the floor at my coffee table with an array of Chinese boxes and two sets of chopsticks. Dinner for the night after an early evening of fucking.

"So, what is it that you do, Mr. Cullen? AKA, why the hell are you living in a hotel? I mean, it is obvious you are some big wig at some company."

He laughed out loud and winked at me. "Well, I just moved out here to Seattle because I am next in line to be CEO of the Hale Corporation, which I am sure you are aware is based here in Seattle. I'm the VP and was the head of our Chicago offices. I'm still at the hotel because I haven't found an apartment, not that I've even had the time to search yet."

I reached in to his box with my chopsticks and stole a bite of his sesame chicken. "You could be looking tonight instead of fucking me," I noted.

He smirked and licked his lips. "Yes, but fucking you is infinitely more enjoyable than searching for a new abode, Isabella. In fact, spending time with you is more enjoyable then most activities that come to mind."

"More enjoyable then…" I trailed off thinking of some of his favorite things. "Watching the Cubs?"

"I get a much better view watching you."

"Spending ridiculous amounts of money on women's lingerie?" I questioned, remembering the package that had shown up on my doorstep earlier that week. Edward had bought me four new sets of matching garter belts, bras, and panties, as well as a few new sets of silk stockings and two corsets.

He laughed. "That's a trick question, Isabella. Because I love to see you wearing that."

"Thank you again for the gifts," I said with a blush.

He smirked at me while reaching into the box in my hand and pulling out some lo mein noodles. "Thank you for wearing them."

"Ok, more than bacon cheeseburgers?"

"Eating you is much better."

I shook my head and sighed. "You are so incorrigible, Mr. Cullen."

"And you need to eat up, Ms. Swan. Fuel up your body. You're going to need it to get through the night."

I swallowed hard and felt my face flush. It was going to be a good night.

I couldn't wait for the day that we could go out, maybe even on a real date and start a real relationship… if he wanted one. I honestly didn't know what he wanted. His actions implied one thing most of the time, but without him telling me I just wasn't sure.

Though in order for that to change, for us to really be together, Edward had to move out of the hotel.

I left my morning class and smiled that the sun was out. It was late April and the temperature was finally warming up. Only two more weeks until I graduated, until I was done.

I had been putting out my resume since January with little response. Thanks to the poor economy, companies could hire experienced workers. Though the accounting field was generally hiring. I was determined that as soon as my classes were over I would be spending my days off searching and submitting.

Until then, The Cameo Hotel would continue to be my source of income. I anxiously awaited a set Monday through Friday schedule and standard hours with no customers.

I don't think I'd ever be able to handle another Edward Cullen again without going off.

"Good afternoon, Laurent," I said in greeting as I entered the employee lounge, ready to clock in for my shift.

"Isabella! Oh, thank God you're here!" he exclaimed, the gloomy look on his face lighting up.

"What's going on?" I questioned dubiously. He was being overly friendly which usually meant he needed or wanted something.

"Laundry lost one of Mr. Cullen's suits and we can't find it anywhere!"

My eyes grew wide. "No, please don't make me tell him."

"He already knows it's missing, he just doesn't know it's disappeared. Gone. We can't find it anywhere."

I sighed and scrunched my eyes closed. "Great. What are we going to do to make it up to him? You've seen his suits, they aren't cheap."

"Give him whatever he wants. He's spent more than my salary already during his stay, just… whatever he wants. A week's stay, monetary compensation… combination of both. Whatever to make him happy," Laurent instructed.

Too bad I knew exactly what Mr. Cullen wanted and knew I'd be the one paying for this screw up.

"I will hopefully return. But if I'm not back in an hour, send up a body bag."

With great trepidation I made my way up the familiar path to his room. I slowly lifted my hand, unsure of the kind of reaction I was going to receive. Most of his complaints had been fluff to get me up there. What now when it was an actual problem?

I knocked on the door and a moment later a very agitated Mr. Cullen answered.

"Good evening, Mr. Cullen. I was wondering if I might have a word with you about your suit?" I asked. He stepped aside and let me in.

"I take it because you are here, that my suit has not been found?" he questioned and I could hear the ire in his tone.

"I apologize, Mr. Cullen. The laundry staff has been unable to locate it. It is our hope that it will eventually turn up. The hotel would like to compensate you in any way to make up for the loss of your property. We are fully aware that it is of great expense and we in no means think that what happened is excusable, we are trying to make amends for the error."

"Oh, there will be some serious compensation needed, Isabella," he growled. "That suit cost more than you make in a month. The hotel can compensate me for the suit, but the rest will come from you."

He pulled me to him, his hands kneading my ass, his lips an inch from my own. "I think your ass will be able to make it up to me."

I blinked up at him. "What?"

He leaned in further, nipping at my jaw. "I'm going to fuck this fine ass of yours, Isabella," he reiterated, his hands working their way under my skirt. "I want you naked, on my bed. Now."

While I was nervous, my whole body was on fire. His voice alone could drench my panties. I did as he commanded and began stripping my suit off. I was halted, bent over, trying to get my skirt off, by Edward hands on my hips, his cock rocking into my center.

"Fuck! I swear you wear this shit just for me, just to tease me. Is that it, Isabella?"

"Yes, Mr. Cullen," I answered.

He pulled me up and spun me to face him.

"Edward, Isabella." He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. In seconds the kiss heated and our hands were roaming all over each other, wherever we could touch.

"Edward," I whimpered.

His lips opened to mine, his hands dug into my skin, pulling me as close as he could.

"Edward," I panted.

"Lay face down," he instructed, pushing himself away. He turned toward the night stand and I watched him pull out a condom and some lube.

I was only lying there for a second when I felt the bed shift and Edward's knees straddle my thighs.

His hands massaged my cheeks, pushing them together and pulling them apart. His thumb pressed against my tight hole.

"Relax, Isabella," he said, pushing it through the barrier.

"I've never… " I trailed off, my voice wavering.

"Don't worry, baby, I won't hurt you. This is for the both of us," he reassured me. He leaned down and kissed my shoulder working his way up to my lips.

He worked his thumb in, stretching and working it open. I could feel his cock hard and hot against my thigh. I moaned at the heat it radiated, my hips rose to get closer.

Suddenly I felt two of his fingers slide into my soaking pussy. I cried out, my hands clenching into the sheets. He started pumping his fingers in and out until I was panting.

He groaned and removed his fingers. I whimpered at the loss, but rejoiced when I felt his cock working its way in.

He was filling me slowly at first before he pushed all the way in. He removed his thumb and replaced it with the two fingers he had been working my pussy with. His hips rocked moving it at the same time as his fingers.

He began moving faster, harder, pushing me as far as he could.

"Come for me, Isabella. I need you to come, baby."

His words were enough. My body tensed, hands fisted in the sheets, as I screamed into the blanket, clenching around him.

"I think you're ready now," he commented.

I was still coming down from my orgasm when I felt him slip out of my pussy and felt the head of his cock poised at my asshole. He gently spread some lube over my puckered hole then slowly pushed in, testing me, before pushing in further. It was… uncomfortable, but not painful like I expected.

"Oh, shit, baby. Yes!" he cried out as he began to move in deeper. "What a fucking sight."

He worked his way up in speed, slow at first then building. He began hitting a spot with the head of his cock and I could feel the tingles move through me.

His hands reached between our bodies and began massaging my breasts, pulling and twisting my nipples. He knew my nipples were a weak spot and had me whimpering and moaning in no time.

"That's it, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes!"

"Fuck! Coming!" he let out a strangled cry, his grip tightened, head burrowed into my shoulder, hips flush against my cheeks. His body relaxed, his chest resting against my back.

He stayed there for a moment before rolling off and onto his back. He worked to catch his breath for a moment before leaning over and kissing one of my ass cheeks.

"Now that was fucking perfect compensation!" he laughed. "About time this hotel came up with something good." He rolled onto his side and pulled me to him, kissing me.

"I'm glad that we could come to an agreement," I replied before I let my ire show. It was only fair. "Though, next time you want to try something kinky can we do it when I am not on duty and also, when it is not because of some screw up the hotel did?"

He grimaced. "I was an ass again, wasn't I? I should have asked you first."

"Just keep that in mind next time, Mr. Cullen," I said, giving him my best glare.

His eyes grew wide. "Yes, ma'am."

"Oh, my God."

"What?"

"You have manners?"

"My mother may have instilled them in me in my youth."

"You should utilize them more often. Chicks dig manners," I assured him.

"I'll keep that in mind as well. Perhaps you should write a handbook. All of this wooing and manners stuff gets confusing."

I scoffed. "You can run a multi-billion dollar business empire, but can't handle courting a woman?"

"Obviously not, I keep screwing up with a particular woman that I am quite fond of. Besides, it's been awhile since I've done any of this," he noted and I sensed a story there, but he didn't expand.

"Well, I think you can make it up to me. Just refer to your Wikipedia article on wooing," I said with a smile.

He got up from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. "Flowers? Letters?" he questioned, turning to look at me.

"How about a date?" I asked, quirking my eyebrow at him.

His eyes widen momentarily before his hands began flailing. His foot caught on a shoe and I watched as he tumbled to the floor.

I couldn't help the laughter that sprung forth.

He laid there for a moment before speaking. "Please don't take that as a reaction to your date question," he pleaded from the floor.

I climbed off of the bed and walked over to him, straddling his chest. I crouched down so that I was somewhat sitting on his chest. "Whatever you say, Mr. Cullen."

With that I moved my fingers into his sides and began tickling him mercilessly. He was laughing and squirming beneath me, begging for me to relent. In my eyes, turnabout was fair play.

I'm not sure of the update schedule at this time. I am going to shoot for every 2 weeks, but we will see!

Thanks for reading!