I was sitting at my desk on Monday, editing a grant proposal that one of the interns, Leah, had written. Of all of the interns, she was the most promising. The content was great, it just needed a bit of polishing.
"Hey, Izzy. A guy is at the front desk for you." Tyler said, leaning against my desk. Our office was small and pretty casual, so it wasn't unusual for the administrative assistant to give us messages directly, instead of just calling.
"And girl, he is fiiiiiiine!" he told me. Also, Tyler liked to gossip.
"Does this fine guy have a name?"
"Yeah. He said his name is Edward."
"Oh, that's Emmett's brother. I hope everything is okay." I said, getting a bit nervous. Why was Edward at my job?
"Two men that handsome in one family? Do they have another brother that hot who is gay?" He asked.
"No, Tyler. What about Eric?" I asked, referring to Tyler's boyfriend, as we walked down the hallway to the reception area.
"What about him? He doesn't mind sharing…" he said with a wink as he sat down at his desk.
Edward stood up from his chair, smiling when he saw me. He was wearing a charcoal gray button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of black pants.
"Hey, Izzy. You look pretty today." He said. I was wearing a royal blue blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt with my black peep toe wedge sandals.
"Thanks." I said shyly. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything is fine. I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to lunch."
My first thought was to say no. Since Friday, the guilt of our actions had been weighing on me. But a week ago, if he had stopped by my office to go to lunch, I wouldn't have thought twice about accompanying him. If things were going to get back to normal, we would have to get used to being in each other's presence.
"Sure, let me get my purse. I'll be right back." I told him.
We decided to brave the scorching heat and go to the café across the street from my building. It was filling up quickly, but we were seated immediately.
"So how's your Monday going so far?" he asked while we looked at the menu.
"Not bad. How about yours?"
"Busy as hell." He said, telling me about the demanding client that called him on Sunday night wanting Edward to review his income tax forms from the last five years because he didn't trust his accountant.
"So this morning when I get to work, there are two boxes on my desk that he dropped off, full of crumpled receipts and shit."
"Ugh. Don't you have interns or assistants that can help you with going through his crap?" I asked.
"Yeah, but if they miss something, it's my ass."
"Very true." I conceded.
"So how was the concert on Saturday?"
"Oh, I didn't go." I told him.
The waitress came over to take our orders. I ordered a grilled chicken salad and Edward ordered the turkey club sandwich.
"So why didn't you go with Alice and Rose?" Edward asked after the waitress took our menus.
"Emmett wanted to go to Arriba's. He was stressed out about work."
"Did something happen with his project?"
"No, he just really wants this promotion. He wants everything to go smoothly so he can shine, get noticed by the upper level executives and move up."
"And Mexican food was going to help, how?"
"Shut up Edward." I said, wadding up a paper napkin and throwing it at him. He batted it away chuckling and it landed on our table. His face suddenly got serious.
"Izzy, I wanted to talk about what happened Friday." He said quietly, stroking his chin.
"I thought we agreed to not talk about it." I whispered.
"No, we agreed to keep it between us." He countered.
"What's there to talk about?" I asked, wrapping my arms around my body.
"I want to make sure you don't feel like I took advantage of you. I suggested a crazy idea. We were both drinking quite a bit..."
"No, I don't feel that way. You were a gentleman. I was the one who asked..."
"But I took it further...fuck...it was so good...you were so good..." he cleared his throat.
"I know things went further than we expected it to…" he stammered. "But I have no regrets. The only thing I would regret is if you were upset about it."
"I'm not upset. Not with you. So no worries." I told him.
He looked relieved. After that, we enjoyed a pleasant lunch, our conversation flowing easily. I can't deny that there was more eye contact then usual, sometimes lingering looks that lasted several seconds before one of us laughed nervously and resumed the conversation. And when I dared a glance at his sensual lips, I couldn't help but remember how his kiss had felt and my own lips tingled.
After the check was taken care of, we chatted a few more minutes.
"I guess I should get back to the office." Edward said.
"Me, too." I said.
Neither of us moved. His hand slid across the table to where mine was resting next to my empty glass. Slowly, he used his thumb to trace light circles on the back of my hand, barely touching my skin. That gentle touch sent shocks of electricity coursing through my veins with every sweep of his thumb. Our eyes were locked again, green to brown, and I was lost in a sea of feeling that I couldn't understand.
"Damn it." He groaned and pulled his hand away, grabbing the vibrating phone from his hip.
"Cullen….yeah…yeah…tell them I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Okay." He said and hung up.
"Iz, I really have to go." He said.
"I understand. I'll talk to you later." I said, waving him away. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something more, but he closed it and just grabbed his messenger bag and left.
I took my time walking back to my own office. I was feeling guilty again, but why? All he had done was touch my hand. I touch people's hands all of the time, it's no big deal. I shook a client's hand that morning and I didn't feel guilty about that. It's just a hand.
The rest of my afternoon went quickly because I threw myself into my work. I packed up my things around six and walked by the reception area to the elevators.
"Good night, Tyler." I said, waving.
"Good night, Izzy. Oh, you might want to grab an umbrella, it's pouring outside."
"Thanks." I said, running back to my desk and grabbing my emergency umbrella from my bottom desk drawer. Sure enough, the heat wave had finally broken and a cool rain was peltingthe city. As I was walking to the subway station, a car sped down the street, hitting a huge puddle and splashing me with dirty rain water.
"Asshole." I mumbled under my breath. I couldn't wait to get home and take a shower. By the time I was walking the two blocks to my apartment building, the sky really opened up and the rain became torrential, soaking me despite my trusty umbrella. I walked as quickly as I could in my sandals and slipped on the wet cement as soon as the building was in sight, falling hard on my ass. I heard my tight pencil skirt split in the back, all the way to the waistband, along the seam. I covered my eyes, fighting back tears. When I opened them, Edward was standing in front of me, soaked from head to toe, his bronze hair plastered to his face.
"What are you doing here?"
"I…I needed to see you. Are you okay?" He asked, offering his hand. I took it and he helped me up and took my bags from me.
"I split my skirt." I said, the tears falling. God, why was I so emotional? I fell, big deal. It was nothing to cry over.
"Come on Izzy, let's get inside." He took off his wet shirt and wrapped it around my waist and put his arm around me.
"Edward, why are you here?" I demanded, spinning around to face him. I could hear thunder rumbling in the distance.
"Izzy, let's talk inside." He said, grabbing my hand. The sky lit up with a flash of lightning.
"No, talk now. What do you want? What if I was with Emmett?" I cried, pulling my hand away.
"I told you, I needed to see you." Fat drops of water dripped from his nose as he glared at me.
"Why? I already told you a few hours ago that you didn't take advantage of me! What else it there to say, Edward?"
"Let's go inside." He said through gritted teeth. I pushed past him and ran into the building, talking off my sandals and jogging up the three flights to my apartment. I unlocked the door and let us in, threw my soaked shoes on the floor and looked at him.
"We're inside. Now can you tell me what the fuck you want, why you're stalking me?" I practically yelled. He pulled me into him and kissed me roughly. I was stunned at first, but caught up quickly. Our tongues tasted each other's hungrily and I felt like I just could not get close enough. My hands twisted into his hair and he groaned against my lips.
"Izzy, I can't stop thinking about you." He whispered.
"Me too, Edward. I want you so bad...Fuck me." I told him, finally saying what I had been scared to admit to myself. He growled and started ripping my clothes off one piece at a time until I was wearing only a pair of black and white polka dotted panties. He looked down at me, smiling mischievously.
"I have another idea." He pushed me against the bookcase in my living room and clutched the sides of my panties, pulling them down slowly as he kneeled in front of me. He kissed my calf, my knee, both thighs and then hitched one leg over his shoulder. He sucked on the inside of my thigh before he ran his tongue the length of my slit. My knees buckled and Edward had to hold me in place. He licked my sensitive flesh over and over, the pleasure so great that it was actually dizzying. When he began gently sucking my swollen clit, my hips began to roll against his mouth. He moaned and cupped my cheeks in his large hands, squeezing. The small room was filled with the sounds of my breathy, desperate moans and his grunts.
"Don't stop…don't stop." I pleaded and he didn't. I never knew it could be like this, so necessary. My muscles clenched as I got close to the edge and all at once my body splintered apart. I shuddered violently as I came, a keening cry on my lips. My legs were like rubber and Edward lifted me up easily. I sucked on his tongue, tasting my arousal on his lips, as he walked us to my bedroom.
"Still want me to fuck you?" he asked.
"Now."
Edward wasted no time pulling off his wet clothes and plucking a condom from my bedside table. He slid easily into my welcoming heat and quickly set a punishing rhythm. No words were spoken as our hips crashed together over and over, just harsh breaths and quiet moans. He pulled out of me and I whimpered from the loss.
"Turn over." He whispered, lifting me to my knees and plunging back in.
"Izzy…so fucking sexy…" he growled, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. He was so deep in this position. He pounded me, his balls slapping against my pussy, and I loved every minute of it.
"Good, baby?"
"Yes! So good…"
"You like my cock in your tight little pussy?" He punctuated each word with a hard thrust.
"Yes…" I cried.
He reached his hand around and flicked my clit. I immediately flew into another intense orgasm, burying my face into the pillows.
"I can feel you, Izzy." Edward groaned. "Fuck I'm gonna come."
He thrust three more times, moaning a string of expletives and then he was still. Our desperate passion had been sated and the room was quiet as our heartbeats slowed. He kissed the back of my neck before pulling out. While Edward disposed of the condom, I debated whether I wanted a shower or dinner first. Sleep won.