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CH 7 Let's Have Dinner
Rosalie walks into her classroom, and there, sitting on her desk, is a large coffee with a note securely taped to it. This coffee is from Edward, NOT Mike. She smiles, opens the lid, and takes a sip. She is delighted to find that once again it's just how she likes it. She swallows her pride and walks over to his classroom. He's sitting down, typing away on his computer. She stands in the doorway to thank him, but he motions her over to his desk.
She reluctantly walks over and tries not to stare at him. Is there something wrong with her that all she can think about is how his fingers would feel against her? "Thank you for the coffee, but you didn't have to."
He looks up at her. "Whoa, I get a thank you. Never thought that would happen." He smirks, trying to hide the fact that he is checking out the curves hidden under that red dress.
"Now that I know who it's from and that it's not a pathetic apology, I can thank you."
He stops typing and watches her take another sip. Her lips purse around the cup, and her eyes close as she swallows the coffee. Then to top it all off, she softly licks her lips and looks into his eyes. She has no idea how erotic and beautiful she is, or how the way she sips that coffee is making his cock twitch. "Not afraid that I poisoned it?"
She turns around to walk out. "Nope you don't' have the balls."
He watches her curvy ass sway as she walks and chuckles. "Is that a challenge?"
"No, just a fact."
"I would think you should know exactly how big my balls were when you had your ankle resting against them." Edward immediately regrets saying that as soon as the words leaves his mouth.
Her face burns with embarrassment as she tries to think of a response. She fears that he was turned off by her cubby calf. After a few seconds, she turns around and walks out, not sure what to say or do and hoping she doesn't have to see him for the rest of the day.
Edward sits down in his chair and puts his head in his hands. That was one of the most awkward moments in his life. He repeats a mantra of stupid in his head, hoping that somehow would erase the memory of his comment.
Later on in the day, Rosalie's heating up her lunch in the microwave. It's one of her favorite meals: yellow rice with meatballs and beans.
Mike walks in and stands too close to her. "So, did you a have a nice weekend, Rose?"
Rosalie does her best to not cough in his face. She hates when people get in her personal space. And to top it all off, he called her Rose; only her family gets to call her that. "I prefer Rosalie. And yes, I had a wonderful weekend actually."
As she answers, Edwards walks in and smiles. He obviously heard what she said. He's hoping she had a nice weekend because of him.
"Well, I thought since I know you so well, I could call you Rose. I did get you that coffee after all, Rose."
Edward can't help but laugh and covers it up with a cough.
Rosalie, pissed now, looks at Mike. "Listen, I was trying to be nice. I know you didn't get me the coffee, so stop lying about that. I don't know you at all. My name is Rosalie or Ms. Cullen." She takes out her lunch and looks past Mike to Edward. "Edward, can we meet during lunch to go over our lesson plans?"
Edward nods and tries not to laugh. "Sure, as soon as my lunch is heated up, I'll join you."
Mike looks at Edward, giving him the death glare then walks out embarrassed in front of everyone eating lunch.
Rosalie turns to walk out, but Irina stands in her way. Irina is tall and thin and dresses like she is gardening. Every pair of leggings either has holes or dirt, and her buttoned-down shirts are all two-sizes too big. She hates everything and everyone, including the students. The only thing she loves is causing problems and getting other teachers in trouble. "Ms. Cullen, don't forget you have lunch duty tomorrow. I know you like to get away with it."
Rosalie wants to punch her but fights the urge. She's about to respond when Edward does it for her. "Irina, could you possibly stop being a bitch and worry about yourself? By the way, don't you have lunch duty today?"
Irina's jaw drops as she remembers that today is her day. She rolls her eyes and walks down the hall to the lunchroom.
Rosalie looks at Edward, wondering why he defended her. Before she can ask, she hears whispering at the lunch table. Obviously, some teachers have already started gossiping about her and Edward. She hates how much teachers can be like children. Edwards looks at them and then at Rosalie. "Come on, Ms. Cullen, let's have wild sex in my classroom. At least then, there will be some truth to their gossiping."
The table of gossiping teachers is flabbergasted and stunned, but the crude comment only adds to the scandal Rosalie and Edward are creating.
Edward walks out with Rosalie behind him. He would love to undress her and feel her curvy body next to his. Would having sex with Rosalie be everything he imagines it would? He bets she's quiet and reserved but thinks that once she opens up, she'll be passionate. He takes a breath to calm himself and his dick down as he walks into her room and takes a seat.
Rosalie waits until Edward sits before asking, "Why did you do that? They are going to think that we are...you know."
Edward laughs with his whole body, and his face lights up.
Rosalie finds his handsome features even more attractive like this.
"Rosalie, they think because I am mentoring you, I am having sex with you. They gossip about me all the time. It's all they know how to do. Fuck, I bet they think I'm having sex with Mike, and we cover it up by pretending we hate each other. They are going to say what they are going to say. Screw them." He's so turned on by her being embarrassed he is going mad.
Rosalie sits down. She wonders what it would feel like to actually have sex with him. Would he be a sensitive lover or more like James and just out for himself? "It's easy for you to ignore. They all hate me. Not that I really give a shit, but it's not fun being ostracized at work."
"You're not ostracized, Rosalie. I'm talking to you. Besides, they'll only use you if you get in with them. Believe me. I've seen it all before. Luckily, I'm too much of a bastard for them to try any of that with me. I'll make sure they don't do that to you, either."
Rosalie looks at him. He'll protect her from them? She hopes it's because he likes her, but she's reluctant to allow herself to believe that. She takes a bite of her food.
"Want to share? I'll give you some of my chicken parm if you share some of that rice and beans. What do you think?" Of course, Edward is thinking about sharing more than just food with her.
Rosalie nods and walks to her desk. She takes out two paper plates and puts them on the table. They divvy out the food on the two plates.
"Perhaps we should do this more often?" Edward asks and wonders if he's turning into a woman.
Rosalie looks at him and laughs. "Sure, that sounds good." She bites her tongue; she thinks that they should commute together as well, but that would only cause their families to start rumors. Shit, the rumors at school would be horrific. Yeah, not a good idea.
As they eat their food, they plan for lessons and compare notes on students.
Edward has spent all day thinking about Rosalie, so much that he hardly did any of his work. He fears that he is becoming pussy-whipped by a woman who probably wants nothing to do with him.
As they walk to their cars in an awkward silence, Edward plays up the courage to ask Rosalie something important, something he has not asked a girl since he was in high school. He's wanted to ask her since lunch but couldn't find the courage.
He turns to her as they get to their cars. "Would you like to go out for dinner on Friday night? "
Rosalie looks at him, shocked at the question. She doesn't know how to answer. What does he expect from her? If she says no, will he be mean to her again? "Edward, I don't want to ruin our professional relationship now that things seem to working out better." It kills her to not say yes.
Edward can't believe it. He put his heart on his sleeve, and she stomped all over it. he's fighting to swallow the lump that has suddenly formed in his throat. What is wrong with him? What is wrong with her? He storms off and into his car and pulls away.
Rosalie just looks on in shock. She saw a flash of something in his eyes. Was he hurt? What did she do? Why couldn't she accept the date?
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The next day Edward all but ignores her, embarrassed and pissed at her rejection. He knows she's coming in to plan with him. He will work with her, but he's too hurt to be friendly or joke around with her. How can he even look in her eyes after she rejected him?
She hesitantly goes into his room to plan and sits down across from him. He's writing at a student's desk. He refuses to look at her as she sits and just hands her a sheet of ideas for the next lesson.
She wants to explain why she said no and how she regrets it, but this isn't the time. Walking him out to the car where they can talk will be better. Taking a deep breath, she holds back her own tears and just works on the lesson.
He can't believe she hasn't said anything. He knew it. She wants nothing to do with him. How can he fucking look at her every day, knowing he will never have her?
The bell rings, and Edward and Rosalie look up at the same time. She can see the hurt in his eyes. That look pulls her heart strings, and she wants to hold him and tell him how she really feels. She's about to speak when students come barreling in, and he walks to his desk.
He watches her walk out and wonders if he were nicer to her in the beginning, would it have been different now.
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Rosalie keeps an ear out for Edward. Unable to survive the week without speaking to him, she watches out for him at the end of the day. When she sees him, she grabs her coat to follow and calls out his name.
Edward hears his name being called and turns his head. Seeing who it is, he keeps walking. There is nothing she can say that would make her rejection sting any less.
As they get to their cars, she calls out, "Please, Edward, don't ignore me, not now. I can't handle it if you didn't talk to me. I was afraid to say yes, afraid to go out with you."
Afraid? He's pissed that she's afraid of him. The hurt evident on his face as he stops and turned to look at her. "You're afraid of me?"
"No. Not afraid of you. I'm afraid that things will change or won't work out. With our families so close together and in our line of business, everyone will get too involved. I want to go to dinner with you, but I'm anxious."
Edward sees a vulnerability in her that he's never seen before. He wants to hold her in his arms and make her feel safe. "Rosalie, no one has to know. We'll make excuses why we are out and meet up there. It's just dinner," he pleads.
She looks at him and sees something in his eyes that promises her that he'll protect her. She nods okay. "Just dinner."
He wants to twirl her around but finds the restraint. He smiles. "Fine. I'll meet you at Machiavelli's on Friday night at 6pm. Then maybe a movie afterward?"
Rosalie nods, and he wants to kiss that mouth. He's fucking pathetic. All she wants is dinner, not romance. He watches her get in the car and then gets in his and waits for her to drive off.
Rosalie gets in her car. She wonders what it would be like to feel his lips against her. But she decides that she's just fooling herself; he could never be interested in someone like her.
A/N:. WOW! Do you like how Edward told off the teachers? I wonder if Mike will try again with Rosalie. Will she ever ask him to commute with her in the morning? Will they continue their private lunches? Wonder if their families will find out about the dinner...
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