A/N - Thanks for your patience, dear readers, and 'hi' to all my new followers. I was delighted to discover that 'Calendar Guys' has been recommended by A Different Forest in their regular 'fic dive' so thanks to Tarbecca for that! I'm honoured!

A little warning to any hardcore E/B fans - you may wish to skim-read parts of this chapter! There is some very sweet E/B stuff coming up soon though, I promise. In the meantime, below is a little treat for any wolf girls reading.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight.

Chapter 10 - Mr. April

Bella bent down and adjusted the four wall-mounted showerheads so the jets of water met strategically just in front of Mr. April's nether regions. The water was cold, so as not to steam up her camera lens. But from this angle – Bella noted with some pleasure - the low temperature did not appear to have had any adverse effect on the model's manhood.

She was a woman on a mission. After Rosalie's "flirtation" with Mr. January, Bella was determined to prove to herself – and Rose – that she had what it takes to bag a man (not to mention her elusive post-Mike orgasm).

She was still pissed at her so-called friend over the other night in Spartans. Like she'd said to Edward, it wasn't so much that she even liked Emmett – but Rosalie had broken the unspoken girl code by going after him.

The night had only got worse after Edward's little karaoke stunt. The fall had caused Bella's gorgeous blue dress to split from hem to waist, revealing her thong-clad ass to the world. She had been mortified. Leah had kindly offered Bella her long, black trench coat to cover her embarrassment, but it was too late, the night was officially over.

Edward couldn't apologise enough for the damage he'd done. Bella could tell how guilty he was feeling about the whole thing, and she knew she was partly to blame – after all, she was the one who had grabbed his leg – but she wanted someone to blame, and that someone was Edward. The others had been covered by the flying drinks Edward had knocked off the table, so Alice and Leah were looking almost as bedraggled and miserable as Bella. In fact, the only people who didn't seem bothered by the whole incident were Rosalie and Emmett, who used it as an excuse to "get out of their wet clothes" and wasted no time bundling into a cab back to Rose's apartment. Bella had sworn she could see the taxi windows steaming up as they sped away.

Bella had been ignoring Rose's calls ever since. She knew she'd forgive her eventually – she always did. Plus, they'd been friends too long to let a guy come between them. But she wanted to make her wallow in her guilt for a little bit longer.

So here she now was, in the bathroom of a five-star hotel suite, with the delectable Mr. April. Alice had already done her little disappearing act for the day, and Edward was a no-show – presumably too ashamed about his drunken behaviour at Spartans to show his face. And as Bella watched the model - Paul - rub down his naked body in the luxuriant shower, she was secretly glad she hadn't thrown in the towel just yet.

He was spine-tinglingly gorgeous. From his dark hair, to his caramel-coloured skin, to his washboard stomach, Bella was drinking him in like a tall glass of ice-cold water on a hot day. She'd always hated April showers – until now.

"That is looking fantastic, Paul," she said, encouragingly, as he lathered up some soap suds over his muscular chest. "Maybe you could turn around and look back at me over your shoulder…"

"Like this?" he asked, repositioning his body so Bella could see his peachy ass peeking out between the water jets.

"Oh, that's perfect, Paul!" It was so perfect. She wanted to take a bite.

Paul had an easy confidence about him, which shone through as he posed for Bella. He wasn't as arrogant as Emmett, or as shy as Riley, or as warm as Carlisle. But he had been blatantly flirting with Bella since he'd arrived and he had a smouldering look in his brown eyes that was drawing Bella in. She didn't have her usual advantage of Rosalie's interview information, so she was relying on her own feminine wiles this time. Bella wasn't really sure if she had any 'feminine wiles' (it would help if she knew what they even were) but when Paul had suggestively asked her at the start of the shoot if she wanted to join him in the shower, she knew it wouldn't be too difficult. Now, as he stared down the lens of her camera, she could feel a delightful tingling sensation between her legs.

It was time to go in for the kill.

Bella carefully put down her camera beside the sink and stepped into the massive shower on the pretense of readjusting the side jets again. As she bent down to move one of the showerheads, she "accidentally" let it spray up to drench her thin white t-shirt. That should do the trick.

"Oops!" she laughed, in attempt to get Paul's attention. She felt like Austin Powers on his revolving bed. Oops, I fell over! Oops, I fell over again! She straightened up, looking down at her soaked t-shirt, which was now clinging to her conveniently bra-less breasts. "Oh my god, I'm such a klutz! I seem to have inadvertently started a wet t-shirt contest here…"

"Well, you've got my vote," quipped Paul, unashamedly staring at Bella's erect nipples peeking through the wet fabric. She looked up at him with a wicked smile, before walking back out of the shower and picking up her camera to take more photos.

Paul slipped back into his effortless poses, but Bella couldn't help notice his eyes now had an extra spark in them. She started to do some poses of her own, moving around with her camera so Paul would get the best possible view of her semi-exposed breasts. Her efforts weren't wasted. He squeezed some more shower gel into his hands and started to lather it over his body, slowly rubbing his hands over his chest and abs. As Bella moved in closer to take her pictures, Paul started to slide his hands lower down his body, in long, stroking movements. She looked up from the camera and directly into his eyes. He returned her gaze, as if challenging her, and continued to touch himself.

Bingo.

Slowly, Bella put down her camera and covered it with a towel. Things were about to get very wet in here.

Batting away any lurking inhibitions, she stood in front of Paul and peeled off her sodden t-shirt, letting it drop to the floor with a satisfying splat. Paul uttered a lustful oh-my-god and reached for the faucet to turn up the heat in anticipation of Bella joining him. She slipped off her jeans and panties and stepped eagerly into the shower, where she was greeted by Paul's welcoming embrace.

This was the first – and only - time Bella had been fully naked with another man since Mike. She could barely remember the first time she stripped off in front of him, but she was pretty sure it hadn't felt this good. As Paul wrapped his strong arms around her and pressed his wet, bare skin against hers, Bella thought she might die of happiness… or at least of desire.

He held Bella tight and kissed her forcefully, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Caught up in the moment, she bit his bottom lip and let out a moan of pleasure. She wasted no time dropping her hands from his waist to grab his pert butt and squeeze it hard. It felt just as good as she had imagined.

Breaking away from the kiss, Paul spun Bella round and pushed her up against the shower wall. The feel of her sensitive breasts squashed against the cold, black tiles, and Paul's hardness pressing between the cleft of her buttocks felt exhilarating. She cried out when Paul started kissing and biting the back of her neck and shoulders, and slipped his hand between her legs from behind. Mike had been the only guy ever to touch her like this, and as Paul's fingers expertly explored her, she realised how routine her foreplay with Mike had become, as if he was warming up an old car engine – a necessity rather than a pleasure.

Bella banished thoughts of the past and focused on the present – the electrifying, tantalising present. Paul's fingers were working deftly, already bringing her close to the edge. Bella felt light-headed and could feel herself breathing in the steam of the shower in deep, panting breaths. Waves of shuddering pleasure were starting to course through her body. She wanted to kiss Paul again, to feel his lips on hers as she peaked. She turned around…

And slipped.

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