This is shorter due to me splitting the chapter. I thought I'd done it evenly! Never mind.
Hope you enjoy.
Twilight still isn't mine.
Bella opens one door and peers in, before she reluctantly demands her body to follow. She stands in front of Edward's imposing desk and fidgets with the buttons on her jacket. Edward pulls a fresh lollipop out of his mouth and it shimmers in the light from the window, but Bella's attention remains on his mouth as his tongue sweeps over his lips, it's almost hypnotising.
"Just because you're fucking my brother, it doesn't mean that you can do what the hell you like and I will fire you if you can't do your job properly. Make no mistake." Edward finally glances up at her face.
A rosy red colour spreads across her cheeks and chin, it's not the first time that Edward's seen her blush, she seems to do it often. However, he suddenly realises that he finds it intriguing and, to his horror, appealing. She opens her mouth, then closes it again. She looks horrified and shocked, he resists the smile that threatens to unmask him as he stares at her.
She's pretty, yet she seems completely oblivious to it. She also looks very delicate, yet there's a strength there, not many would've stayed after the first day of being his assistant.
The smugness that's threatening to pull Edward's lips up into a smile, can't be helped. He's not ashamed to admit that he's pleased with himself. Miss Swan has been his new assistant since yesterday morning and he's never felt so unnerved in his whole damn life. His thoughts seem incapable of staying away from her, not to mention the countless times that his cock has hardened from hearing her mutter that infernal word. He discreetly pulls at the crotch of his pants, under his desk. It's not exactly comfortable or professional, walking around constantly aroused.
His face remains stoic as he internally thinks to himself; Karma, baby.
"I'm not. I. Fucking? Oh my god.. Emmett?" Bella realises with humiliation that she just said 'fucking' to Edward Cullen and he said it to her. She closes her eyes in an attempt to centre herself and she attempts to speak again.
"I'm not doing anything with Emmett. He's my boss."
"No, correction; I'm your boss. Perhaps I need to remind my brother of the office fraternization policy." Each word spits out and Bella tries to refrain from snapping back, especially as she is well aware of Edward's 'fraternising'.
"He's always been very kind to me. But that's it."
"As long as we're crystal clear, send my ten o'clock in now." He swivels in his chair so that he's facing the window. Edward can't stop the grin that spreads his cheeks as soon as his back is turned, he looks out of the window as he waits for her to leave.
Bella stands and stares at the back of his chair, in shock. Her stare slowly turns into a glare and she has a sudden urge to punch him in the back of his head. She's never punched anyone before and it surprises her and calms her simultaneously.
She slips out of his office before the overwhelming temptation to become violent or to shout at him returns and sends Laurent in for his meeting.
Edward spends the rest of the day, seemingly, trying to break Bella, he has several appointments throughout the day and in between each one he sets her ridiculous tasks that have her running around the building. In truth, he just wants her to be anywhere but at her desk.
Bella rushes down to the ground floor, sixty two floors down, for the fifth time. This time to get his cigarettes that one of his employees, Eric, buys in for him. He passes Bella the huge stack of multipack cartons and watches her expectantly.
"Is this it then?" She asks as she tries to balance them in her arms, already dreading the journey back to her desk.
"Yes, it's two hundred dollars. He did send you with the money, right?"
Bella groans and feels on the edge of crying. She's pretty certain that he's been doing this all day, just to upset her. Like when he told her to order his usual from the Deli down the street, she assumed they'd be aware of what he'd want, but they weren't. So she had to rush back to get his order as he wouldn't answer her calls. She had the foresight to bring her bag with her this time, she pulls out her wallet and passes Eric her own card.
"Do you take card?"
Eric looks at her strangely, before he sighs and turns in his seat. He prints something out and passes it to her. She awkwardly takes it from him and looks at it. It's an invoice.
"Listen, Bella. He sent Angela, and all of his other PA's here, he's trying to get to you but I'm not playing along anymore. Just tell him to put it in with my pay check. Rose told me that you'd been transferred. It's not worth it, I'd be looking to transfer back."
After thanking Eric and enduring his looks of pity, she makes her way back. She trudges dejectedly up the stairs as the elevator decided to malfunction.
Bella drops the infernal cancer sticks onto his desk, which he's absent from, thankfully. Bella may not have been able to hold her tongue, which is probably what Edward was hoping for. She also puts the invoice on his desk, she's grateful that Eric took pity on her, she couldn't afford to lose that money so close to pay day. She takes a packet for herself as payment for his jerky behaviour, she hasn't smoked for a long time but suddenly she fancies it.
She uses another set of elevators at the other end of the building, which are thankfully working and walks straight out of the main doors. She allows her feet to carry on as she lights up a cigarette. It makes her cough and splutter, but she continues to drag deeply on it. It doesn't necessarily help but it does calm her. She considers not returning, but she doesn't want him to win. He wants her to quit and she won't give him the satisfaction. Now that she has come to terms with the fact that she's going to stay, going back seems easier. She flicks the end of the cigarette into a trash can.
The phone doesn't ring again until the end of her shift and she feels ready to face him. She still glares at it before answering.
"Yes, sir?"
"I want you to order me some food, I'm having some company and I want you to stay incase we need anything else."
"I'll need to leave at eight sir."
"Why?" The sharpness in his tone hints at him knowing exactly why.
"I um work at a bar and I'm helping there tonight."
"Your priorities should lie solely here, Emmett seems to put up with a lot. I am not him."
She shakes her head in irritation as the call ends and she rings in his usual order of Chinese food, which is conveniently taped to the bottom of the top drawer in the desk.
Ten minutes later a tall, beautiful blonde in a very expensive looking suit, walks out of the elevator. She talks softly with a slight Russian accent.
"Hello, I am Irina, here to see Edward."
Bella calls Edward's extension and as soon as she hears the click of the line being opened, she speaks.
"Your company is here. Should I send her in?"
"Yes." He hangs up immediately and she sighs and turns to Irina.
"Mr Cullen is ready for you."
Irina smiles as she struggles with her bag and Bella walks over to help her with the heavy doors. She watches as Irina walks in and as the door very slowly shuts after her, Irina immediately sheds her jacket as she prances towards Edward.
Bella's wide eyes slide over to Edward's and she notices they aren't on Irina, his eyes are on her, watching her with great interest. She quickly turns her head away in embarrassment. Her cheeks burn as she walks away, back to her desk. She just can't figure him out, she's not sure if she wants to.
She puts stamps on all the out going mail and then decides to do some work on the computer. She's aware of the fact that her boss is now, most probably, getting freaky with the Russian and is very thankful for those thick doors.
The fact that he conducts that kind of business at work, surprises her. He appears to be the epitome of professionalism, yet this seems so against that. However, she can imagine that sleeping with him would be like a business transaction. Images of him going through a plan of action with a prospective sexual partner pop into her head. She's pretty sure that he has a presentation just for that specific use. She smiles with humour for the first time since she left home this morning.
Thankfully she has managed to eat today, it was rushed but the half a sandwich and pack of potato chips were an awesome upgrade to her banana yesterday.
The food finally arrives and she stands by her desk, staring at her phone. She doesn't want to interrupt him, she can't imagine what it looks like in there. Yet at the same time, cock blocking him seems pretty appealing.
He answers and his voice comes out like a mix between a growl and a grunt.
"Sorry to interrupt sir but your food is here."
"Bring it in." He sounds breathy and husky, she feels the hairs on her arms stand to attention and a shiver runs down the back of her neck.
"Really?" She squeaks her reply. She really doesn't want to go in there. At all.
"Yes, really. I don't appreciate having to repeat myself."
He ends the call and Bella picks up the paper bag and walks towards the doors, before she turns and walks back to her desk. She paces a few times before shaking her head at her silliness and strides back over.
Irina answers by opening one of the doors slightly and takes the bag off Bella with a smile. She notices that she's wearing some kind of tight black suit, his shirt slung over her shoulder. Which means he's in there, shirtless. Irina thanks her and closes the door.
Bella tries not to dwell on her boss being shirtless, mere feet away from her as she sits back in her chair.
Just as she's tapping away, re writing up his schedule, ready for next week, she hears a very loud bang against the doors and she sits up in surprise. She considers making sure everything is okay when she hears a gasp. The banging becomes quicker and each one is punctuated by a muffled moan.
It becomes louder and it begins to sound like the doors are going to splinter and crash down. She stares with horrified fascination as Irina's voice shouts out clearly, from behind the doors.
"Harder! That's it Edward!"
Edward stops and wipes at the sweat that's building up on his forehead.
"Come on Edward, you're not concentrating today. Something on your mind?"
He shakes his head as he looks at Irina with her head cocked to one side as though challenging him.
"Again, let's go."
He takes his aim, picturing Emmett's smug face on the punchbag that hangs infront of his doors. His brother is the reason why he's feeling off his game. He groans as he feels the burn in his muscles.
"Much better. Try and include some kicks into it, those legs need a work out too."