Thanks again to all of you who are taking time out of your lives to read this. Thank you for bearing with me as well, I appreciate it a lot!

We all know how busy life can be, especially when mini people and jobs ect are involved!

I truly love writing and I will jump at any opportunity to do it! I just want to say that I'm loving the kindness and support in my reviews.

It's true that the bad ones can be (momentarily) hurtful but I won't let it stop me from doing what I enjoy again and any constructive criticism that I can glean from them is always great.

This is an extra update as an apology and just because you're all very awesome.

I shall be updating my other stories this week too. I really will! Honest!

I think we learn a little more about Edward and he probably has an image of Bella in sexy clothes imprinted onto his retinas by now!

I don't own Twilight.

Edward's been at work since six this morning, his decision to come in early was based on how annoyingly evasive sleep was for him last night. He hasn't slept well for years and is used to it, but attempting to function on only two hours of rest isn't exactly fun.

After waking several times, he ended up in his home gym beating down on the treadmill, in the early hours. It was a futile attempt to try and relieve some of the tension that's been weighing him down recently. Seeing Miss Swan in an outfit that could almost be described as lingerie, probably didn't help the situation.

He pulls at and then smooths down his favourite silk tie as he leans back in his chair. Now that he's in the confines of his office, his thoughts are back on work for the time being. He's still looking over the figures and charts that clearly show the steady decline that Bradley Banner's family business is suffering from in the current financial climate.

Mr Banner's business is on the market, he may not want to acknowledge it but it's about to become a ruin of its former glory. Edward wants it and he always gets what he wants. He loves the whole process of seeking out, researching and snaring businesses with potential. Today's meeting is going to be a challenge and he can already feel the endorphins and adrenaline begin to flow. He closes his eyes and relishes that high for a second.

A sharp pain from his left shoulder breaks the moment and he rubs at it in annoyance. He glances at his Rolex and notes that it's almost time for Miss Swan to arrive. He's had several coffees already but now he requires another. He drums his fingers impatiently against the surface of his desk.

She shook her ass at him, in public. It's the strangest and most amazing thing he's ever seen. It surprised him on so many levels and he's never been caught off guard like that by a woman.

He's a jerk, he checked several times. Not one nice thing has left his mouth towards her. In fact he's been an intimidating and irritating beast to her. It's his default setting and she really has had the brunt of his annoyance this week. He wouldn't blame her if she'd slapped him, but this seemed light and almost teasing.

Maybe that is her way of saying that he can't have her, not that he's been chasing her or in fact even shown any interest in her. He's been dwelling on the meaning behind her actions all night. Nothing bothers him usually, he doesn't ever care enough to be concerned about another persons actions. He's used to women draping themselves off of him. This, however, is new. He's not even sure if he likes it, new is not usually a good thing in his life. He doesn't care, but it's still irritating him.

The doors to his private elevator open with a ping and Edward rolls his eyes as he hears the stupid, shallow giggling. His driver, James, has his girlfriend against the wall in a passionate clinch. She regularly uses his fucking elevator to get to her office, he would say something but James is a good driver, he's also the closest thing he has to a friend. James is one of only a few people that actually knows there's a little more to him than everyone assumes. That wasn't intentional, but thankfully he's never betrayed Edward's trust.

James told Edward this morning about his plans of proposing. Their relationship so far has been kept secret. Although there isn't anything in the contracts to prohibit it, apparently she prefers it that way. He doesn't know what James sees in her but they seem to fit somehow.

James nods his head towards Edward in acknowledgement and winks as she exits and straightens her skirt. The doors close and she smiles sheepishly at Edward before walking quickly from his office.

Bella has spent her morning regretting her idiotic behaviour and simultaneously smiling about her bravery. She's not necessarily enjoying the thought of having to see Mr Cullen today but her attention is currently on the mail in front of her.

"Nanny B has sent her invoice, I see." Rose crunches on a piece of toast as she tries to wrestle a very reluctant and unhelpful Riley into his raincoat.

"I want to stay here with Bewwa. No Ninny's."

"But Nanny B looks forward to seeing her little super hero. Come here." Bella pats the chair next to her and Riley takes the opportunity to bolt towards her. She picks him up and he settles in her lap. His arms wrap around her and his two little fists grab at her blouse.

"I'm going to book a day off and me and you are going to The Fun House together and we'll have loads of ice cream and fun, okay? But you have to be a good boy until then." Bella feels him nod against her and she looks up to see Rose rolling her eyes.

"You spoil him."

"I know, and you know that I wouldn't have it any other way. Charlie worked his bottom off and I rarely went without, but growing up in a financially tight family isn't something I want for Riley. Being able to take him out and not worry about every bill or new pair of shoes needed. It's nice." She runs her fingers through Riley's soft hair and then kisses him on his head. "And I'll do it for as long as I physically can."

"I can have new dinedaw shoes?" Riley twists his body to look up at Bella with wide eyes.

"New dinosaur shoes?" Bella looks down at his little face with a mock shocked expression. "But you bought them all last week. You have to give them a chance to make more."

Riley seems to think about it for a minute before he nods in understanding.

"You're going to be good for Mummy now and let her put your coat on because it's really cold outside."

"Yes Bewwa."

"I love you, my little dude."

"Wuv you. Vampire kiss, vampire kiss." He bounces and smiles up happily, his earlier woes seemingly forgotten.

Bella laughs in her best vampire impression and swoops her head down to kiss the warm and soft skin on his neck. He's always been incredibly ticklish and he squeals out a laugh as he tries to get away.

"Better?"

He nods, and slips down from Bella's lap before happily putting his arms out for his coat. Rose smiles down at him, her eyes full of love.

"Here, you can give Barbara her payment, I know she prefers cash. It's worth every penny, she's so good with him." Bella passes Rose the envelope full of her weeks tips and stands up, brushing down any loose toast crumbs from her pants.

"I'm sure Riley would rather see you more than have new dinosaur shoes, just saying." Rose shrugs her shoulders and averts her eyes. She knows that this is a bit of a taboo subject for Bella, she wants to do it and she likes it. Yet Rose wishes that she did a little less.

Bella smiles at her and nods.

"I know, my new hours start on Monday. Right, I'd better go and get the big, scary man his coffee."

Bella doesn't have time to ponder over her boss's mood as she collects her bag and makes her way out.

As Bella walks into work she grabs Edward's coffee and paper, balancing them precariously as she knocks on his doors and walks in putting both on his desk. She immediately turns to head out as he's currently on the phone to someone.

"Sit." He barks it out and motions to the seat opposite with one of his hands.

Bella notices that he looks tired today, his brow is furrowed and he looks pale with dark purple circles under his eyes. She carefully takes a seat and looks around his office as she waits for him to finish. It's a very modern room filled with clean lines, he's either a neat freak or he has a great cleaner because it's spotless and well organised. Nothing is out of place, no clutter anywhere. Her eyes shift to him and she awkwardly notices that his eyes are on her. Edward sits up in his chair as he snipes at the person on the other end of the phone.

Bella averts her eyes to a huge painting of a Lion that dominates the wall to left, where there's a seating area and a large flat screen. She doesn't listen to what he's saying but she can hear him getting irate, probably not getting his own way. Finally, Edward ends the call and Bella returns her attention back to him and their eyes lock briefly. She can't help but notice the beautiful shade of blue they are. It's almost hypnotising. He still looks angry which makes Bella squirm a little bit in her seat, she's still not sure why she suddenly finds it so attractive.

"You're coming with me to a lunch meeting today, to take notes. You'll be able to eat with us, so you won't skip lunch again. That should placate Emmett for the time being." Emmett must've told him about her lack of eating for the first two days and although it sounds like he's being nice, she's not sure it's intentional because he knows how much work he left for her, both days.

"Make sure that you don't embarrass me."

"Yes, sir." Something flits across his eyes, something other than anger. She feels like an errant child because of the way he speaks to her. She looks down at her hands and waits for him to dismiss her.

"That's all." Edward can't help the slice of irritation that paints his tone. He's so used to speaking in this way. As he sees her reaction, he realises that he doesn't like the look on her face as she jumps up from her chair and hurries across his office.

"Oh, Miss Swan." He thinks through his next words carefully but decides against it when he sees her innocently watching him, so eager to please. He's concerned that perhaps he's losing his edge. He changes tact, because he just can't help himself.

"If you ever leave your post without coming to see me again, I will punish you."

Bella's eyes grow wide at his words, punish her? Images of him spanking her pop unbridled into her mind and she feels her face burn. He must've meant something else. Bella nods her head mutely and walks out. She could've sworn that she hears a low chuckle as the doors close but that's such an absurd thought, she must've just imagined it.

The morning goes quickly, Bella calls Angela who very kindly tells her that Edward will expect her to wear a skirt to a lunch meeting. She thanks Bella for the flowers and they arrange for Angela to come over for dinner on Saturday. She can't believe that she's got to wear a skirt, she doesn't even own one.

She thinks it sums up Edward though and she shouldn't be shocked at his weird requests. She calls Rose, on her cell, being careful not to use the phone on her desk. As soon as she's told Rose her predicament she sends up an outfit that she keeps in the office for spare. Jake the guy from the copy room brings a suit carrier to her. Bella thanks him and they end up chatting for a little while.

Once he's gone, she checks out what Rose has picked out for her, it's a black pencil skirt that ends just above the knee, nude stockings with a garter belt and a royal blue blouse that seems to lack some buttons around the breasts. She digs around the suit carrier and also finds a fitted black jacket and a pair of black heels to complete it. Its definitely not her style but it'll have to do.

Once she's dressed and freshened up, she awkwardly walks back to her desk. She muses bitterly to herself that whoever invented pencil skirts, didn't account for walking. She couldn't imagine trying to do lunges in it. She can't even take normal sized steps.

She's finished all her work by the time Edward rings her phone. He tells her to come into his office and the nerves start up in her belly. She takes her notepad and a normal pen, as hers is still missing, in her bag and heads through his doors by taking tiny, shuffle steps. He finally looks up at her and she can almost feel his eyes raking over her body, it makes her tingle, especially as he looks impressed for a nano second. That isn't something she ever thought Mr. Edward Cullen was capable of.

"That's not what you were wearing earlier." His voice is lower than usual and he coughs lightly.

Bella starts to panic that maybe Angela is playing some cruel trick on her, she nervously smooths down her skirt and realises that the straps on the garter belt are sticking out through the fabric slightly.

"Is this okay?" She stutters slightly, her confidence has taken a nose dive and is hiding under Edward's big imposing desk.

Edward walks round his desk and stands in front of her, He watches as she seems to force herself to look up at him. She's got her long hair down today and it's actually nice. Her slim yet shapely legs are perfect in a skirt. He didn't really expect her to wear one, it was one of the things he said in anger when Angela first started. He never saw it as a requirement. It's interesting to know that she's been in touch with Angela, he can only commend her.

He's not sure of her choice in blouse, the low neckline is showing a teasing amount of skin and taking her anywhere is seeming less appealing by the second. This meeting will be made up of predominantly men and he doesn't want Miss Swan to appear as dessert.

He can also see the damn belt clips of her suspender belt through the material of her skirt and that's what is throwing Edward. His pants feel increasingly tight as an image of her spread at the hips, across his desk appears in his mind. He isn't a pervert but that is the one thing that really gets to him. The naïve innocence in her nervous eyes makes him swallow it all down.

Bella can smell Edward's aftershave and his close proximity is making her feel light headed. The fact that he hasn't said anything, really isn't really helping. His eyes blaze with some kind of unspoken emotion and they keep flicking down. She feels a little bit vulnerable and can't help but realize just how intoxicating he is. Being with him would probably be like playing with fire, she'd end up getting very burnt.

He gently grabs onto Bella's arm, his hand is warm and smooth and his long fingers dig into her skin slightly as he steers her towards the private elevator. It doesn't hurt at all, but the sudden connection of his skin on hers, sends a shock through her. She bites her lip to stop herself from making a sound.

"You look, fine." It sounds genuine, Bella can't even detect much irritation or anger.

"Much better than last night anyway." He doesn't bother to stifle the small momentary grin that spreads on his face. His eyes glimmer with the same boyish twinkle that Emmett has. If she thought he was gorgeous before, she is now truly stunned. The darkness lifts and he just looks amazing. Years seem to fall off him, not that he looks old, but a brightness lifts his features and Bella feels her eyes bug out.

She doesn't even bother to try and hide her shocked expression, her mouth hangs wide open. Angela has always insisted that she's never seen him smile and here he is, grinning. He looks gorgeous with his hair wild and sticking out in every direction. That amazing jaw line is defined even more clearly, and his perfect white teeth are framed by his lips.

"You're smiling."

She suddenly has an, almost, overwhelming urge to kiss him. She also wants a camera so she can take a photo to keep as evidence, because this is apparently some great anomaly.

He clears his throat and smirks as the doors open. They step inside, his hand still clamped firmly on her arm, Bella can't help but feel a little bit sad because the grin has gone and has been replaced with his usual sullen expression. She wants it to come back again.

"You didn't like the frilly panties then?" Bella could've said anything, but as that was in her mind at that moment, it just decides to fall out of her mouth. He looks down at her and lifts a brow, no sign of a smile on his lips. His eyes seem to burn and smoulder.

"Oh, I didn't say that."

She looks away, suddenly interested in her shoes, the atmosphere feels too intense and heavy, her breathing becomes slightly laboured as she wishes for the doors to open again.

"Why do you debase yourself by working there if you have this job?"

She examines his expression and all she can see is genuine curiosity, lurking behind his grimace. It's a fair question, she hated it when she started there and first saw the uniform. How could someone like Edward Cullen, who comes from old money, ever understand the woes of a middle class family?

Her eyes drift from his face and she notices that his tie is wonky. Without completely thinking it through and on impulse, she reaches up and straightens it for him. Her fingers brush against his skin as she corrects it. It's something she always has to do for Charlie when he wears a tie.

Bella's hands still, her fingers still touching the silky material and glances up nervously to gauge his response. His face is full of, awe. It seems like awe but that doesn't make sense. She quickly snaps her hands away, afraid that she's somehow overstepped her mark. She tries to slow her racing heart and shrugs her shoulders as she answers, hoping that she comes across as unaffected.

"I have to, we need the money."

The furrow between his brows, deepens and he turns his face away. As the doors open, he pulls her gently out of the elevator. She has no idea what suddenly changed his strangely human moment and she really hopes it's not because of her hands, which seem to have developed a mind of their own. She would've straightened anyone's tie, it's the kind of person she is. Edward just seems to have huge barriers up all around him, not to mention the massive 'fuck off' sign on his forehead.

They both slide into the back of his black car and it sweeps off out of the lot and into the busy Seattle traffic.