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Chapter 2

My shift is not starting today until afternoon, so I decide to take my car for a drive to the store. I had a huge crave for something sweet.

Oh please, both your brain and me, your kitty, know what you are craving for. One big, juicy...

Stop it! I scream at myself, unfortunately, the way all those people are looking at me right now, I might have been a bit too loud.

After buying what is important, I see an old friend from college. We try to keep in touch but since she is now married and has a kid and apparently another on the way, we don't really have too much to talk about.

Looking at her, I couldn't believe my eyes just how much she had changed. The two of us were best friends, doing almost everything together. Well, if you don't include doing a three-way with her and her ex boyfriend that she very was much okay with sharing during the exams. Crazy, I know. But that's who she was. A generous girl with a crazy but brave and confident heart, yet watching her right now, while hearing her gush about her loving husband and her child, I couldn't stop myself from being just a bit jealous.

I shouldn't have been, really. My life was great. My folks were a great loving parents that were miles away from California, second, I just found a great job that pays pretty well, a college degree in business that one day will be used for a bakery of my own that I hoped to open one day, and some great friends that were just a few miles separated from my small, but beautiful apartment. Yeah, I had all of that. Couldn't object, but life right now was pretty much awesome. So why would I feel jealous?

Maybe because you're not getting any? I mean come on! I'm getting annoyed here...we need some action here girly.

Shut up, I whisper. Thankfully, I say this only in my head. I have no idea since when did my own lady part started having her own thoughts but it's starting to get annoying.

After we chat for a little while, I tell her about my new job as a waitress and mention a guy I have the hots for. The burning in her eyes as she asks me every little detail about him lets me know that even if her life sounds quite perfect, she pretty much misses the days of solitude, the days when the two of us had fun in college as single ladies.

After few more minutes chatting, a phone interrupts us, and with a roll of her eyes, she informs me she has to go.

With a hug, and a kiss on the cheek she promises to keep in touch. Right.

After making myself something to eat, and watching TV for a hour or so, I take a shower, and before putting my work attire, I put some eye liner on. Taking a look in the mirror once again before leaving my place, I smile at myself. Not looking too bad, if I say so myself.

He's here. Thank God. Once again, he's in a suit, just like he was the last time, but just in a different color.

"You have a customer that is asking for you."

"Thanks...uh..."

"Alice."

I smiled. "Bella."

"Nice to meet you Bella. Now, go serve our boss some booze. He's been asking about you since this morning."

I frowned. Boss?

"Wait...are you saying he's ..."

"Yep. He owns this place and a few more. Rich motherfucker. And very handsome as well. Not to mention most eligible bachelor in the city."

I lifted an eyebrow. "Says who?"

"Last issue of Breaking Dawn magazine."

"Riiiiight," I spoke, like I knew exactly what she's talking about.

Taking a peek in his direction Alice said, "You better go, he seems a bit impatient for you to service him." Then she grinned, winking at me.

It took me a few moments to understand what she was pointing at.

"Oh, ewww, Alice. It's not like that."

"But I bet you wish it would be."

I sighed, having no response to that.

"Go," she whispered.

And with a push from her, I did.

"Good afternoon boss."

"Afternoon. Took you long enough to come," he teased.

Yeah, my lady bits tried to answer. It usually does, but looking at you honey, this time, it might not be so difficult.

"I believe that chatterbox girl named Alice told you the news."

"About..."

"Me being the owner of this bar."

"Yeah, although I thought Carlisle was the boss."

"Nope, he's just my irresponsible younger brother. I always doubted his decisions, but gotta say, his latest decision wasn't that bad. I guess I owe him an apology."

"I think you owe me the same then."

He frowned. "Why is that?"

"Well, not just that you called your brother stupid, which I'm not against, but also, made me sound incapable and stupid, and was probably the reason why you came yesterday, and today, as well, to observe me fail."

"I assure you, I didn't. Well, not today, anyway."

A grin. Always that grin on his cute, fuckable face. Grrrr, I want to be mad at him, but just looking at that face made it seem impossible.

"Fine. Apology accepted."

"But I didn't apologize."

I smirked this time. "I know, but you will, by giving me a day off tomorrow."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because you're going to ask me on a date, and you're gonna pay for everything, just like every gentleman should."

"But why if I'm not a gentleman?"

I grin. "Even better."

Getting behind the bar, I tried to cool down. Damn, I can't believe I just persuaded my boss to take me out. Where is all that confidence coming from? Huh, I guess this work outfit is making me braver than I actually am.

Taking a bottle of Budweiser, and a glass, I take a few steps and put it on Ginger guy's table, giving him a smile, not wanting to interrupt his business call.

Then, just now- not yesterday or few minutes ago, but today- it occurs to me that, not only did I not know his real name, but, also, on top of it, I didn't even know if my boss is single, and yet, I'm still flirting with him like an idiot.

Can't blame you girly, I've been seduced by his looks as well. Oh, and have you seen his peen? Sweet lord.

I sighed, frustrated for so many reasons. To pass the time, I cleaned every part of the bar that needed to clean, serviced the customers ( no, not like that you pervs) and everything that would make my hours pass as faster as possible, and I succeeded, for some part.

Thankfully, it was already closing time, so it didn't need much work to close the bar.

Of course, just as I was ready to go close it, Mr. Boss appeared.

"You've been a busy little bee today, haven't you?"

I shrugged, smiling. "If you say so boss."

"Go change for dinner, I'll be waiting here."

"Dinner?"

"Yes, the one you told me to take you to?" he asked to remind me, in a chance I've forgotten.

"Wait, shouldn't that be tomorrow?"

He shrugged. "I just don't feel like waiting. Unless you have a problem with that?" he smirked.

A smile. "Nope. And no other plans for tonight either, thanks for asking."

He laughed. "Such a smartass."

After closing the bar, and getting in his car, I stayed silent, wanting to know where exactly we were going but was a bit too nervous at the moment.

I think he noticed that.

Putting his hand on mine, he smiled. "Relax, I'm not a serial killer or anything like that, trust me."

"See, I think that's exactly what a killer would say."

His lip lifted upward. "You're not like other girls, are you?"

"Nope. Told you that from the start, boss."

"You don't have to call me that, you know?"

I smirked. "I know." Fingers entwined together.

Getting to our final destination, I got out of the car, staring at the renovating building.

"Where are we? Or maybe I should ask why are we here?"

"I want to show you something," was all he said, taking my hand and pulling me towards.

As soon as we went inside, everything was clear.

"Is this yours?"

"Yep. I'm renovating it. It's gonna be a restaurant. What do you think?"

"It looks unfinished, but very...um...expensive? Can you really afford all of this?"

He just laughed, taking my hand in his and kissing my knuckle.

Dear lord, his lips are so soft against my skin it just makes me...makes me...

Attack him? Ride his zamboni? Give him a ride of your life?

What the hell? What kind of word is that?

What? You wanna stand here, think of a nickname for his peen, or do you wanna actually do him?

You haz point. Well, she did.

"Are you cold?" he asked with a small smirk.

"No."

The smirk grew bigger.

Gotta admit, looking at the restaurant, it looked quite...nice...as much as I could see in this dark.

"You sure have style boss."

"I told you not to call me that."

"Oh, I know. I just love watching you make that frowny face. It's kind of cute."

He smiled. "So you think I'm cute? What am I, 22?"

"No, 32 actually."

He grinned, shaking his head.

"Come on, sit here, I'll be right back."

"Where are you going? I can help you."

He smirked. "You afraid Bella?"

This was actually the first time he actually called me by my name, and I kind of liked it, a lot.

"No." Yes.

"Don't be, I'll be right back."

He seemed like taking forever. It was dark, and yes, I'll admit, I'm a 22 year old girl who was still afraid of the dark. Sue me. Shit, I heard some noise. Is it possible that there are ghosts here?

"Hello? Anyone there? Boss?"

Footsteps came closer, and I freaked out like a crazy person. "Boss? This is not funny."

A weird spooky voice came from nowhere, just as a shadow approached, and without waiting I kicked the person with my bag, constantly, until I thought I heard a familiar voice. Taking a better look, I realized it was Ginger guy.

"Fuck, stop kicking me, it's just me."

"Shit. I'm sorry. Are you okay?" I asked politely, helping him get up before kicking him once more, for good measure.

"Ow. Enough. What the hell do you have in that bag of yours? Rocks?" he asked, as he sat down, getting the candles up from the floor and lighting them, so we could see better.

"Hey, you better be grateful I didn't use my pepper spray, that crap would sting like shit."

"Yeah, I bet," he murmured.

"What the hell were you thinking? Scaring me to death!?" I asked as I finally sat down.

He shrugged, smiling evilly. "It seemed like a fun idea at the time."

"What, did you think I would get so scared I would run right into your arms like a damsel in distress so you could feel like a hero?"

He chuckled. "Well, I was actually thinking of some way to get you to kiss me, but...I guess...that didn't really turn out quite...successfully, did it?"

"No, but the place really is quite pretty, I mean, once the lights are on."

He grinned. "You want something to drink?"

"I would rather eat something, actually. I'm starving."

"Uh...I don't really...actually, wait just a minute."

"Are you really leaving me alone here, again?"

He grinned, his eyes smiling with joy. "Don't worry, I'll be right back."

"Yeah, you said that the last time, and look what happened."

"No more pranks, promise. You're safe."

"You better be telling the truth mister." I even gave him a finger. No, not that one. The index one, waving it left and right for good measure. I meant it to look a bit frightening, but all he did was laugh at me.

True to his words, he really did come back quite fast, carrying two glasses of wine and a plate of something that looked like it was microwaved.

"What's that?" I asked as he sat down.

"That's wine, and those are the famous pop-tarts. My favorite meal when I don't have time to eat anything else."

"Very fancy boss," I teased.

"You can call me by my my actual name, you know."

"Which is?"

"Edward. Edward Cullen."

"Bella," I said, "Bella Swan, how do you do?"

He grinned. "Right now? Couldn't be in better company."

"Damn right," I added with a smile.

As we ate, I could hear a radio from somewhere, making our atmosphere enjoyable.

"You done?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, taking a sip of my vine from a cup of some comic book character called Captain America.

"Come on then," he spoke, pulling me up from my table.

"Where to?"

"I want you to dance with me. Will you do me the honer m' lady?"

"Ooooh, English accent! Love them." Then in an accent that sounded more like Irish than English, I spoke. "Why, of course sir."

He grinned, pulling me towards him, putting his hands over my back, maybe even a bit too low.

"You know that's my ass you're touching, right?"

"Am I now?"

"Don't play dumb with me. But I'll be generous enough and forgive you. Guess you couldn't help it. My ass is quite awesome in this dress."

He laughed. "I couldn't agree more. I wanted to touch it from the moment I saw it in those tight shorts. And then some."

I chuckled. "Hey, I'm not the one who made me wear them."

"You blaming me for that?" he asked, smirking.

I shrugged, grinning.

"You're the devil."

I shrugged once again, smiling. "What you see is what you get Edward."

"And I sure see a lot," he spoke with a low tone, looking at my cleavage.

"Hey, you perv, my eyes are right up here."

He grinned. "I know. Just as my are."

"What does that mean?"

"Just saying...you seem to pay more attention to the head that is in my pants, rather than my actual head outside the jeans.

"Hey. I do not!"

Okay, I do. I really, really do,but have you actually seen this guy? No? Yes? Then don't judge me.

"Yeah, you kind of do, but I forgive you. It seems you can't really help it either."

"Such an ass," I commented.

He grinned but said nothing else.

Just then another song started. Edward got even closer to me, as if that was possible-which apparently was, and leaned his cheek to mine, whispering the lyrics in my ear, tickling me every so often with his lips.

Why don't we keep, keep it simple
You talk to your friends, and I'll be
here to mingle

You know that I, I want to be
Right by your side where I ought to be
You know that I, that I can see
The way that your eyes seem to follow me

And I must confess, my interest
The way that you move when you're in that dress
It's making me feel like I want to be
The only man that you ever see

Whoa o o I'm in trouble, trouble
Whoa o o I'm in trouble now
Whoa o o I'm in trouble, trouble
Whoa o o I'm in trouble now

I see you some places from time to time
You keep to your business and I, I keep to mine
But you know that I, I want to be
Right by your side where I ought to be
You know that I, that I can see
The way that your eyes seem to follow me

And I must confess my interest
The way that you move when you're in that dress
It's making me feel like I want to be
The only man that you ever see

Whoa o o I'm in trouble, trouble
Whoa o o I'm in trouble now
Whoa o o I'm in trouble, trouble
Whoa o o I'm in trouble now

Listening to him in this position, this way, the way his breath tickles me makes me feel something I haven't in a while, or maybe ever. I might be even feeling something happening to me, way down..way waaaay down south.

I shiver once again, at his soft, gentle touch he gives me, keep wanting for more.

When the song ended, so did his touch.

"What's wrong?" I ask suddenly.

"Nothing. I just think it's time to go. Have a busy day tomorrow, both of us."

Looking at my watch, I realize he's right. It was 1 a.m. already. Damn, where did the time go?

"Yeah. I agree. Gotta get some beauty sleep. Don't want my boss to be upset if I don't get to work on time."

He smirked, but said nothing.

While driving me back to my condo, I think about asking him if he would like to stay for a bit, but honestly, I don't know if that's such a good idea. I really do like Edward, and if I do screw this up- which I mostly do,because that's just who I am-coming to work won't be as awesome and fun as it is right now. So I shut my mouth and rather ask him something I should have done a long time ago.

"So, I know I should have asked you this before, but...you're single, right?"

A smile. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know. You seem pretty much perfect, and guys like you sooner or later show their real faces, and by that I mean their asshole behavior, or ...I don't know... a girl or a wife they forgot to mention after a few months of dating..."

"Bella," he interrupts me, putting an index finger on my lips, "I don't what kind of assholes you've been dating, but if I was yours I would never let you out of my sight, and certainly would never cheat on you. If you were mine, I would only ever want to do you, no one else."

"How very romantic of you," I mumbled with a roll of my eyes, but kept a smile on my face.

He smirked. "What can I say, I'm a romantic guy."

"But, I'm serious though. When we have sex..."

"You mean if..." I interrupted, trying to sound all ladylike when it was obvious I'd be jumping his bones this instant if we both weren't so tired. Alas...

"No, I mean when," he continued, all flirtation gone. "When it happens, it will be only when you feel ready. I won't force you into anything you're not comfortable with. But I would like something..."

"What?" I asked,removing his finger from me. "Just don't say a threesome, because I draw a line at that. And no doggy style."

"Darn," he says with this cute little teasing grin, that just makes me kiss him silly, so that's what I do.

I kiss him softly, as there will be no tomorrow, only now. Only his lips on mine, soft and tender.

Just as he was about to slip me some tongue,my mouth had the decency to actually interrupt him.

"I know I'll regret for stopping it here, but what was it you wanted from me?"

"Huh?" he asked confused and clueless, voice husky and sexy.

Get back to kissing! Turn off that stupid brain of yours!

"You said you would like something, so I assume you were talking about me..."

"Oh. Nothing. I was just trying to find a way how to show you my kissing skills."

"Well, you better get to it then," I said, pulling him to me, and in the process finally having the honor to touch his silky hair, and maybe something else. Something that was getting harder by the minute. Just as was about to touch it, his hands went straight to my Priscilla and Laverne.

"Hey, you're getting a bit over the line here buddy. Nobody touches Priscilla on the first date."

"Priscilla?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, I named my boobs, big deal. Like you don't have a name for you peen."

"Can't say that I have."

I grinned. "Liar. Now, let me hear it."

"I told you I..."

"Tell me, and I just might make an exception and let you touch Laverne."

"Hmmm, sounds very appealing but..."

"Is it Sir?"

He laughed. "What? No. Why that name?"

"Because I imagine when I get my hands on him, he won't stop saluting me."

He laughed, shaking his head. "You're one weird girl Bella Swan, a bit twisted, but I think I actually like that."

"You better."

After another quick kiss, he made me finally get out of the car and into my apartment. With a contended sigh, I finally went to bed, dreaming about a handsome guy and his kissable devilish lips.

Thanks for reading. If anybody's curious by any chance, the song is called I'm in trouble by Griffin Peterson.