Five Days of Holiday Hell
Chapter Six
Bella had to work an extra couple of hours to make up when she'd leave early on Wednesday. Being alone in the office never bothered her and often was the perfect opportunity for some payback.
One quick check around her, she realized everyone had left for the evening. A cackle released as she rose to her feet and rubbed her hands together in glee.
Lauren aka Office Satan had loved the eye shadow palette Bella had left her, most in shades of dark blues and purples. The sparkly eyelashes and hair bows should have arrived at her apartment. All separate, the items appeared friendly but combined with the can of hairspray and style inspiration she intended to deliver as the last gift; she hoped Lauren would show her true colors.
She heard a shout of "Oh fuck!" and a series of thuds from Carlisle's office. The door swung open and Edward glared at her. "You need to warn people when you let out that evil laugh!"
He huffed, and he puffed, and Bella wanted to blow him.
His cheeks flushed from fear or embarrassment, nostrils flaring hard, and one hand over his heart. "You scared the fuck out of me, Bella."
"Say it again," she gasped, her heart pounding.
Confused and cautiously moving toward her, Edward cocked his head. "What was that?"
"Can you repeat that?" She had to hear him say her name again. Smooth caramel voices didn't hold a candle to his rough and tumbled sonnet one.
"Repeat what? The 'oh fuck' or the 'you scared the fuck out of me.'"
The way his teeth scraped over his bottom lip for fuck had her clenching her thighs together.
"I'm on a man-free diet!" she blurted out and dashed to the bathroom.
Her words dumbfounded Edward for a solid three seconds before a smile broke out on his face. Something told him Bella was going to cheat on her said diet soon. He'd been waiting for any sign they were on the same page.
He calmly walked into the coed bathroom and watched as she washed her hands, singing a rather familiar chorus.
I want to fuck you like an animal. I want to feel you from the inside.
"What are you doing?"
She squared her shoulders and met his eyes in the mirror over the sink. "My aunt is a nurse, and she always said we had to wash her hands for twenty seconds."
He waited for more as she continued to belt out the words to the song Closer. Once done, she carefully dried her hands and turned to face him. "The chorus is the perfect amount of time."
"Must you sing it at the top of your lungs?"
She shrugged and then nodded. "I don't sing it that loud, but no one has complained."
Edward cocked an eyebrow in disbelief. "You sing that while everyone is here, too."
"They tired of Happy Birthday so I started using this one, I think they're afraid I'd start rapping next." She then floored him with Eminem's chorus for Lose Yourself. "Or some Lizzo."
There was no stopping himself, it was inevitable. He laughed, the kind that bent you at the waist and prevented you from breathing. Loud and proud and giving no fucks, Edward laughed and Bella joined him.
Bella asked him to wash his hands since he touched the door handle to the restroom.
Edward shook his head while she held the door open with her hip and did as she said while singing the same chorus. The scrape of his teeth over his full bottom lip, the way his darkened gaze met hers in the reflection. It was too much.
Bella got light-headed. Her mouth watered, and her knees shook. The state of her panties should issue a state of emergency due to flooding. The spots in front of her eyes were another sign of what was about to happen.
"I'm about to pass out."
Edward shouted as he ran to grab her, but it was too late.