"Nuh-uh, Izzy. Look at those bags under your eyes." Tyler tsked as I walked by his desk when I got off the elevator Monday morning.

"Good morning to you, too." I quipped, as I walked toward my cubicle. He followed me.

"You must've had a helluva weekend." He said, standing next to my desk as I unpacked my laptop and turned it on.

"I guess you could say that."

"With which brother- Emmett or Edward?"

I knocked my purse over in surprise. "Wh-what?" I stuttered.

"Mmm hmm. I may be a gay man, but I am still a man. When he came up here looking for you last week, when you came out he was looking at you like you were water in the desert. Thirsty. Desperate for a taste of your…"

"I get it, Tyler." I interrupted him as I picked up my handbag and put it in my bottom desk drawer. "He is just a friend. It's not like that."

"Friends don't look at each other the way he was looking at you. It might just be one sided, but he definitely has a thing for you."

"Well, it doesn't matter because I am with Emmett." I said firmly, more to myself than to Tyler.

"FYI, the boss told me to tell you to come to her office as soon as you came in." he told me, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I think one of the interns fucked something up."

"Oh, that's perfect." I groaned. "Thanks for the heads up."

After checking my e-mails and finishing my coffee, I made my way to Victoria's office. She was a statuesque redhead who I considered fair, but no nonsense. I think she pawned the interns off on me because she knew she didn't have the patience to deal with college kids.

I sat in her office while she explained that one of the interns had indeed fucked up- royally. So royally that they were removed from the internship and would not receive credit. She needed a whole proposal rewritten by the end of business. I enlisted Leah's help and we worked straight through lunch trying to get it done on time.

I was so engrossed in my computer screen that I didn't notice Tyler standing over me until he cleared his throat. I looked up and he was carrying a beautiful vase filled with red roses.

"I don't know what tricks you were doing this weekend to get Emmett to send you some flowers but can you tell me later? Maybe draw me a picture, or a diagram…"

"Shut up, Tyler." I said rolling my eyes. He set the flowers on my desk and walked back around the corner. I had a huge smile on my face as I opened the attached card.

Can't wait until I see you again.

It wasn't signed. Only Emmett would send me something not signed, assuming that I would know who it was from. I giggled as I dialed him from my desk.

"Hey Babe." He answered.

"Em, thank you so much for the flowers. They are beautiful!" I gushed.

"Um, Izzy, I didn't send you flowers."

"What?"

"Are you sure they are for you and not for someone else?" He asked. I checked the card. It said Isabella Swan and my work address.

"They have my name…" I trailed off, feeling completely and utterly embarrassed.

"Maybe it was a mistake or something. Look at it this way, you got some free flowers. That's pretty cool, right?"

"I guess." I said. "I should get back to work."

"Yeah, me too. It's crazy here. I probably won't be leaving until after eight. I'll call you when I get home. Love you." He said.

"Love you, too." I said absently before I hung up. Who would send me flowers at work? It wasn't…it better not have been… My stomach clenched with anxiety.

I pulled out my cell phone and began furiously texting.

You promised to leave me alone! Why would u send flowers to my job -Izzy

Two minutes later I got a response:

I have no idea what u r talking about- Edward

Edward, please don't play games. I thought Emmett sent them and I called him, thanking him like an idiot - Bella

I swear Izzy, I did not send u flowers. – Edward

Okay. Whatever. – Izzy

Are you ok? Otherwise? - Edward

Yeah, I'm ok. – Izzy

I miss you – Edward

I shook my head as I read his words on the tiny screen. I didn't have time for this today, I thought to myself. I put my phone away and got back to work.

Hours later, I held my phone in my hand as I lay in bed after midnight and texted him back. Those three words had echoed through my mind all day and I couldn't deny that I felt them too, no matter how wrong it was. Edward invaded my thoughts during the day and even sleep wasn't an escape. In my dreams we were together and free and I awoke yearning for him in a way that I'd never yearned for another. A thousand times I'd wanted to call him or text him or just go to him. The three words weren't enough to convey all the emotions that I felt but they were all I had.

I miss you too – Izzy

A minute later my phone rang.

"How do you know that Emmett isn't here?" I said as soon as I answered.

"You wouldn't have texted me." Edward said. "And you wouldn't have answered the phone."

"You sound accustomed to sneaking around with people that are in relationships."

"No, I make it a habit not to be involved with people that are in relationships, especially with my brother. But I know you."

"I'm sure you think you do, but you don't." I spat.

"Why do you do that? With me, you won't give me an inch, you challenge me on every word but with Emmett…" he started, but didn't finish.

"With Emmett, what?" I prompted.

"Even before all of this happened, if I teased you, you teased me right back. If I gave you a hard way to go, you gave it back to me. With Emmett, you never speak up for yourself."

"Because he doesn't listen. You said it yourself. It's pointless."

"Yeah, but what does that say about…you know what, never mind. I can't have this conversation with you."

"Then why did you call me?"

"Because I miss you. I wanted to see how you were. Do you realize that we haven't gone more than a week without seeing each other for six months?"

When I thought back, I realized that he was right. We had started our weekly dinners at Wings and Things back in February. Sometimes Rose, Jake, Alice, Jasper and Tanya (the bitch) had joined us. And even Emmett had skipped out on a couple. But it was always me and Edward. Always.

"You're right."

"Tell me about work." He said. We talked about my job and his and my friends and his for the next hour or so.

"Did you ever figure out who sent you the flowers?" Edward asked.

"No. I was so caught up in work that I completely forgot about them. Maybe Alice or Rose sent them as a joke or something."

"Maybe." He said. We were both quiet.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked.

"Do you really want to know?" he asked. Say no, say no, say no my mind screamed at me.

"Yes."

"I'm thinking about how good you felt when I was inside of you." He breathed. My heartbeat quickened as soon as the words were out of his mouth. I certainly thought often about how erotic and wonderful every single moment that we had spent together was. I couldn't stop thinking about it.

"How good did it feel?"

"So. Fucking. Good. I want it. Right now." He growled, his voice growing husky.

"Edward…" I warned. We were traveling a slippery slope.

"Oh, by the way, you're fucking delicious."

"Edward, that was…" I said, my eyes closing as I leaned back against my pillows. My insides clenched with desire.

"Was it good? Did you like it when I ate your pussy?" he whispered. Damn, just his words made my panties wet.

"Yes." I admitted in a small voice.

"Tell me your favorite part."

"I…I liked it when you sucked on my clit."

"Mmmm, I liked that part, too. Especially when you came on my tongue." He groaned. I was pressing my thighs together underneath my comforter.

"Edward…" I said, my voice betraying the neediness that I was feeling.

"I know, baby. Go ahead and reach into your panties. Touch yourself." he crooned.

I slid my hand under the waistband of my panties and down to my slit. God, I was so wet.

"If I was there, what would you want me to do to you?" he asked me.

"I can't tell you…"

"Yes, you can."

"I would want you to lick my nipples…" I murmured. I rubbed my fingers back and forth along my soft flesh.

"Mmmm…what else?"

"I would want you to bite them, just a little."

"I would definitely do that."

"Then I would want you inside me." I said, pushing two fingers into my wet core.

"Slow and deep?"

"Yes…" I moaned as I pumped my fingers in and out.

We listened to each other's soft gasps and moans as we brought ourselves to climax. After we were sated, we stayed on the phone, quiet but connected. I thought he had fallen asleep.

"Izzy?"

"Yes?"

"I know what we're doing is wrong. But I can't take this push/pull thing that is going on. You have been very clear about what you want and even if I don't like it, I have to respect it."

I didn't know what to say to that. But he didn't need me to say anything because after that he disconnected the call.