The Business Arrangement - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10 – Covert Operation

Edward POV
6 a.m.
A random Friday morning
Cullen International Headquarters
Manhattan, New York City
New York

Planning with military precision was the key – it was absolutely essential. I had the prize from Cartier in my jacket pocket. That part was easy. Planning and executing the rest of the plan was a bit more difficult – especially when involving others – and time-consuming, as everything good and worthy is. And Isabella is far above good and worthy! I couldn't wait to ask her to officially become my wife.

I slipped off my jacket and placed it carefully on the couch in my office, nodded at Sam – my faithful cohort – and picked up the items on the table and headed out my office door. We had a lot of ground to cover before Sam went to pick Isabella up at 8 a.m.

7:30 a.m.

Holy hell – had I gone overboard? Probably. I was Edward Cullen – noted for doing just that. I leaned back in my desk chair and surveyed my office. I thought it looked perfect for what I had planned. Hopefully the future Mrs. Edward Cullen would, too.

Bella POV

8 a.m.
Same random Friday morning

I was glad to have Sam picking me up this morning. It was raining again and I didn't want to go through the hassle of getting a cab. I could've, but it's just so nice to be taken care of, you know? We had a nice chat as he expertly drove through the gathering city traffic as we were pelted with huge drops of rain. I looked down at my outfit – a solid black wrap dress with a flared skirt. Underneath, I was wearing a lacy black bra and panty set which was a new purchase from Victoria's Secret. Edward hadn't seen this yet. He better not rip these panties – they had some cute little rhinestone detail in the center. This set also came with a garter belt which was currently holding up my nude stockings. I felt loved and sexy – and also very well-equipped to do my job. It didn't matter what I was wearing underneath – I was very competent at my job. I made sure of that.

And speaking of love, I was so in love with the CEO of Cullen International. He had stolen my heart when I hadn't been looking. As I mused about it now, I think it was when he came all the way to Forks to beg me to come back that I really fell in love with him. I liked him before, but love entered the picture after Forks. I was beginning to think that place was absolutely magical.

My wool-gathering came to an end as Sam announced we had arrived at our destination. He got out, along with a large umbrella, and came around to my side of the car. He took my briefcase from me and then took my hand to help me out of the car. He walked with me under the umbrella to the door, then said, "Bella, I'll have your briefcase sent up to your office." I gave him a weird look as he'd never done that before. Then he handed me a long-stemmed red rose, blushed a bit and continued, "I hope you have a great day!"

I barely got out a "thank you" as he darted in and out of the building and then back out in the car in a flash. What the hell was that about, I wondered. Well, no matter, I had a full day ahead of me and needed to get started.

Before I took five steps inside the lobby of the building, probably ten employees came up to me, bearing long-stemmed red roses and wishing me a good day. I have to admit, I did look around for the Punk'd cameras. What in the hell was going on? Have I stepped into some sort of alternate universe? I briefly looked outside. Yep, this was the right building. The people here looked familiar. Crap – here come more Cullen employees – with more roses!

Finally, I saw Shelly coming toward me. Even she had a rose! I'm here to tell you – the whole thing was getting curiouser and curiouser – like "Alice in Wonderland." "Shelly," I asked, "what is going on here?"

"I'm not sure, dear," she replied with a smile, "but come with me to the cafeteria. I need some coffee." So I followed along, my arms filling up with roses. Every person who came within 50 feet of me had a rose.

In the cafeteria, more employees were milling around with roses to give me. Are you fucking kidding me? I was going to need a shopping cart pretty soon to put them all in! Shelly did get her coffee – which I was beginning to expect was some sort of "cover story" for her – and it seemed we went to several different departments on the way up to the top floor. Could I just get to my office already? Because you know every single one of those people had a long-stemmed red rose for me and a "have a great day" sentiment.

After about the third floor, you know who my mind went to blame immediately. Who else would do this? No one but Mr. Edward Over-the-Top Cullen! He was a "go big or go home" type of guy. I was going to kick his ass for this. Edward is not a "let me buy you a dozen roses" kind of guy. He apparently is a "let me get 200 different people to give you a single rose" kind of guy. And I kid you not – 200 actual different people! I looked like an escapee from the Miss America pageant gone wild. If I didn't have allergies before, I was going to develop them just from carrying this load of roses around.

I was glad the elevator had finally reached the top floor. Shelly was muttering something about finding containers to put all these flowers in. Yeah – you think? Not to be snarky, but dammit, Edward!

I stalked right over to his office – of which the door was open just a tiny crack. Do you think I bothered to knock? Hell no! I didn't care if the President of the United States or the Queen of Sheba was inside. Edward was going to answer for these shenanigans!

As the door swung open, I saw Edward inside near his desk, kneeling on one knee, offering up that Cartier engagement ring nestled in the signature red box in both of his hands like the most precious gift. And what did I do – Miss I'm-Going-To-Storm-the-Castle-and-Kick-His-Ass? Yeah, I fucking started crying like a big baby. Edward's eyes snapped up to mine and he said, "Love?"

I stepped inside his office, kicked the door shut as my hands were a tad occupied, and placed those now-heavy roses on his couch. I crossed the room to where Edward was still kneeling. I knelt on both knees in front of him, tears still streaming down my face. He asked with concern etched in every feature of his face, "Are you all right, Isabella?"

Once I semi-composed myself, I replied, "Yes. This is just so damn romantic and sweet. I didn't expect it."

With a smile, he took out a handkerchief and dried my eyes. Count on Edward to have a proper hankie. Then he took a breath and said, "Isabella Swan, I promise to love you every moment of forever. Will you do me the extraordinary honor of marrying me?"

The tears came back a bit just as I choked out a "Yes." His smile was radiant as was mine. He gathered me up in his arms and we kissed – actually rather chastely. He took the ring out of the Cartier box and slid it on my ring finger where it looked and felt so very right.

He got up from his office floor then and helped me up as well. I looked around his office then. There were rose petals scattered around his entire office. He almost blushed when he asked, "Is this too much?"

I kept my hand in his around his waist and replied, "Edward, everything you've done so far today has been too much! What are a few more rose petals?"

He grinned down at me and claimed my mouth again – passionately this time. "I wanted it to be special for you, love," he said silkily into my ear as he kissed down my neck. Oh, why does he have to go there? He knows that's my weakness. As he pressed his body up against mine, I could feel how hard he was already. "I want you," he said. Who knew me agreeing to his proposal was going to get him hard as a rock?

Was now the time for me to be the voice of reason? "But, Edward, someone will come in. We're at work."

He was over to the door, locking it and placing a straight-back chair under the door handle and back over to me before I could barely think. "I've already asked that we're not disturbed for at least an hour, love. It's understood we're calling our parents, telling them the good news and planning our engagement party. And we will do that – but later. Please, love, help me fulfill this fantasy."

Well, who can argue with Edward looking so damn cute and sexy all at the same time? He helped me out of my dress, which we draped carefully over the back of the couch so it wouldn't be wrinkled later. Apparently the effect of me standing there in my lacey black lingerie with the rhinestone accents and my new engagement ring was a bit dazzling to Edward as he stood and stared in awe for a few moments before he took me into his arms and began making love to me.

If he hadn't turned me on so much by that point, when he unceremoniously slid everything off his desk to place me on top of it, I would've giggled. Maybe I'll giggle about it later when I think of it. But right then, I just craved him and his touch. And his damn sex hair – today I was going to give him another reason to actually have that going on – as his head was between my thighs, I ran my hands through those silky strands.

Watching Edward above me as he slid inside me was a glorious sight. He held my ankles up near his shoulders as he thrust again and again. I was glad I had the edge of his desk to hold onto. I loved it when Edward's orgasm roared out, he screamed out my name and that he loved me. As he hovered over me afterwards, kissing me, I assured him I loved him as well.

Thank goodness Edward has a small bathroom off his office so we could both get cleaned up. He kept kissing me and thanking me for indulging him in his fantasy of "hot, passionate office sex." How could I refuse him? Although it certainly wouldn't be an everyday occurrence.

Later in the day, we did call our parents with the good news of our engagement. Esme was very excited and wanted to throw a huge engagement party. I rolled my eyes, but Edward assured me this was just the type of thing she did, so I went along with it. Shelly did call the florist and they provided containers for all those roses. I made Edward keep some on his desk so he could remember our hot sexing there and I shared some with Shelly, Angela, and Lauren. Roses were also placed in the offices of Jasper and Emmett. I even brought some home.

By the end of the day, I was exhausted by all the work I'd been doing and all the well wishes I'd been receiving and was looking forward to just a quiet evening with Alice. She already had dinner ready by the time I got home and I was grateful.

"How was today?" Alice asked excitedly.

"Oh, interesting!" I started. I launched into the tale of what Edward had done with all those roses. I had Alice in stitches by the end of my story. I had to agree, it was so over-the-top that I was laughing as well. My boyfriend – correction, fiancée – was truly a master at covert operations.

Alice then shared her and Jasper had gotten engaged the night before over a quiet dinner at the Cullen estate. We hugged and then realized we wouldn't have to give up being roommates – even after we were married – at least if the Cullen boys remained on Long Island. Then I realized why Esme Cullen was so excited about the party – not only would she be celebrating one engagement, she'd be celebrating two!

Days passed which were full of work and Edward. Alice was on the lookout for some gorgeous dresses to wear to our now joint engagement party at the Cullen estate. I was glad I didn't have to have all the attention glaring on me. Who better to share it with than your best friend? In speaking with our respective fiancées and all together, we agreed Edward and I would marry first and then Jasper and Alice would marry about one month later, once we'd returned from our honeymoon and we were back at work.

My dad called one evening and said he'd received a call from Carlisle and Esme. Apparently, they wanted to spoil me and be in charge of the wedding expenses. It definitely made sense from a financial standpoint. There would be no way my dad could afford a New York society wedding on his salary, even if he had the help of my mom and her new husband. He gave in, grudgingly. He was coming to New York a few days before the wedding to spend time with Alice and myself and with the Cullen family.

Alice was also taking every opportunity to haul my ass to various wedding shops to try on wedding dresses. I told her I was not going to wear something that made me look like a lace nightmare or that had hoop skirts so wide I'd have to stand in the next county to marry Edward. She just giggled at what she termed as my "theatrics" and continued the hunt for our perfect dresses.

Thank goodness Alice spoke "party" with Esme – they seemed to have some sort of connection in that way – and they'd agreed on a Saturday afternoon garden party theme for our combined engagement party. I was glad I didn't have to sit through a dinner and then drinks and who knows what else.

When we got to the party – me wearing a very pink dress and Alice wearing lavender – courtesy of Sam, our future in-law's were there to greet us at the entrance to the garden. I've yet to see Carlisle and Esme not look fabulous and today was no exception. Carlisle was wearing a cream-colored suit with a light blue pinstriped shirt and Esme was wearing a lovely floral print dress. They told us "the boys" were still inside, so we went to go find them.

Alice – the traitor friend she is – skipped off immediately to Jasper's quarters to find him, so that left me alone in the large foyer. I may remember how to get to Edward's quarters, but then again, I may end up going in the total wrong direction. Dammit, Alice!

And then, like a knight in shining armor, Edward appeared at the top of the stairs. "Isabella!" he exclaimed with a grin. "You're here!" As he hurried down the stairs, it was all I could do to take him in. He was also wearing a cream-colored suit similar to Carlisle's but with a very pink shirt. Aha – so the little pixie was having us match today! He crossed the marble foyer to me and drew me into his arms for a lengthy kiss. "I get to show you off today to some of my friends and show them what they're missing out on, love. I'm glad you've said you'll be mine."

With that, he kissed up the length of my ring finger, starting with my engagement ring and then ending by taking the tip of my finger into his warm mouth. I let out a little whimper of pleasure. As he removed my finger from his mouth, he said, "Guess I'd better not start that or we'll miss our own party." He put his arm around my waist and swatted me gently on the ass and whispered in my ear, "Later, love," as Alice and Jasper came toward us. Yes, Jasper was wearing a lavender shirt under his cream-colored suit to complete our matched ensemble.

As we made our way out the large set of front doors, Carlisle announced us to the gathered crowd and media. The media – augh – I guess that was my part of my life now, especially now that I was marrying Edward. I would answer the questions I wanted to and deflect the ones I didn't, just as I did before. And I'd try to look good in every photo next to Edward, so that by the time the news made its way to Forks, my dad would still be proud of his little girl.

Edward immediately got me a glass of sparkling apple cider after nixing the champagne idea – he's a smart man – and never left my side the entire afternoon. He introduced me to his friends, as promised, always introducing me as "His Isabella." I was positively melting with desire for him after about the twenty-fifth such introduction. The media was there, in all their camera-wielding glory. We would definitely be in the society pages the next day.

I had been wondering where Emmett was. Edward explained that Emmett and Rosalie had jetted off to Las Vegas to get married on a whim this very weekend instead of indulging his mother in a proper engagement party. I made an effort to seek Esme out and give her a special hug as I knew her heart must be breaking for one of her sons who didn't always play by New York society rules.

It was nearing the end of the day and many of the party-goers had left. Edward said he needed to go into the house for just a moment. Oh hell no, I wasn't wasting this opportunity. He kissed me on the cheek and then walked into the house. I followed only a moment behind him. He didn't know he was being followed. Guess that career in the FBI I was thinking for him earlier was out – with all his covert operation stuff.

I shut the main door of his suite softly and took off my dress. I was still wet from before – damn man could turn me on reading from the phone book, no doubt. Edward came out of the bathroom and was surprised to see me standing there, sans dress. "Isabella, what are you doing?"

"I need you, Edward. You've turned me on all afternoon – you having your arm around me, you calling me 'yours,' you sucking on my finger earlier – all of it," I said in a rush. I shyly looked up at him and saw the surprise in his eyes turn to molten desire.

"Take off your panties and lean over the edge of the bed, love," he ordered softly. I did so quickly. In the next moment, his index finger was trailing down the folds of my pussy. "Oh, love, you are so wet and ready for me. I want you just like this."

"Yes, Edward. Please." I was surprised at the neediness in my own voice. There was the faint sound of a zipper being unzipped and then he was finally filling me. Oh, blessed relief! I moaned at the pure pleasure of it.

When Edward's hand came down and slapped my ass again gently, it was so much more intense than when he'd done it in the foyer. I could feel my orgasm start to build. His talented fingers reaching around to caress my clit were helping with that as well.

As Edward timed our orgasms to occur at the same time, I was hoping he'd hold me up afterward as there was no way my jelly-like legs were going to support me. He did lay me gently on the bed, kiss gently down my back and tell me how much he loved me. Once I got my limbs in working order, I turned over and kissed him soundly. He was so damn good to me.

Later, we went down and joined Carlisle, Esme, Jasper and Alice for dinner. No one looked at us strangely or anything, so hopefully they didn't know I was just upstairs, sexing their son. Edward's hand on my thigh throughout dinner didn't really help matters much, though. A blush was always trying to break through the surface of my skin. It was a nice dinner, nonetheless, and I was sad to go home when the evening ended, even though the entire day had worn me out.

The Business Arrangement - Chapter 9

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I'm grateful to Stephenie Meyer for her dream/vision.

Edward POV

"Edward," Bella said, smiling and grabbing my hand, leading me toward her building, "probation is over."

Understanding dawned on my face with a slow smile and we went into the building together.

Fucking finally! Finally I've shown Isabella she can trust me! I wasn't going to screw up again. I knew Alice would have my balls in a vice grip. But right now I didn't want to think about Alice – my thoughts, mind, and hands were consumed with Isabella and my tongue was invading her mouth.

I didn't want to give her building security a free show in the elevator, so I kept my body shielding hers and continued to nip at her lips with mine. My hands were at her waist, pulling her ever-closer to me.

Once inside her apartment, I couldn't get close enough to the object of my desire. My fingertips skimmed along the edge of her collar, silently asking permission to go lower, as my mouth claimed hers again and again.

I got the impression she liked the sight of me in a suit as right after her apartment door closed, she pushed me up against the door and continued kissing me hungrily as her hands ran all over me. It seemed she quickly grew impatient with me wearing that suit, so she ran her hands underneath the shoulders of my jacket and slid it down my arms. Then her fingers deftly unbuttoned my shirt. I tried to keep my hands still, but I barely wanted to keep my hands off her for one moment. I was glad I had to dress hurriedly in the car on the way to the benefit earlier so I skipped cufflinks. Isabella's hands were running up and down my arms, freeing my body of my shirt, feeling like silk on my skin.

Her body seemed to hum in agreement as I encircled my arms around her and slowly unzipped her dress. As I continued my assault on her mouth and tongue – and she gave back just as good – her hands were running over the hot naked skin of my chest, causing me to falter a bit as it felt so damn good, but I needed to stay on task and pleasure her.

I walked Isabella backward and pinned her up against the back of the couch as I ghosted kisses down her neck and into her cleavage. My arms went around her to lift her up and I gently sat her on top of the couch. She was at a much better level now for me to taste her beautiful breasts.

My fingertips were back at her collar, which was now at a much lower angle due to me unzipping her dress. I wanted to be gentle, but I needed her so badly! My mouth claimed hers again, almost roughly, as I worked the red material down her body. She seemed to work her arms through the arm holes quickly so that her hands were back in my hair, pulling me closer to her. She wanted me just as much!

"Oh Isabella," I breathed as I started to chuckle lightly. Then I caught sight of her lovely breasts encased in a red strapless lace bra that had some fine sequin detailing along the edges. That chuckle died in my throat as wanton lust tore through me. My eyes snapped to hers. "Seattle?" I asked roughly. She nodded and brought my mouth back to hers once again. Holy fuck! I wanted to send Victoria's Secret a well-worded thank you note, but not right now – maybe in about six weeks, when I was done ravishing Isabella's body.

My fingers quickly made their way to Isabella's nipples, tweaking them and making them harden under my touch. She was moaning and whispering my name through our kisses. I pulled the material down so her nipples were exposed and I brought one of my fingers to her mouth. "Suck, love," I whispered to her. She did, greedily. I took that finger and swirled it around one of her nipples. Then I followed with my wet mouth.

She had kicked off her shoes somewhere in the process and was now pulling me to her with her legs wrapped around my middle. I could feel her wet heat through her dress that was between us. She was attempting to create some friction any way she could. I kissed back up her neck, still palming her beautiful breasts, and breathed, "Love, am I frustrating you?"

"Yes," she said, which came out somewhere between a pant and a whine. I reached around her to unhook and remove that lovely bra. Then came the task of getting under all that white slip material to Isabella's center. She seemed to want to help, in the worst way. "Edward, please," she begged.

"Oh love, I'll get there. I just like enjoying you along the way," I teased. Finally, I lifted up the last of that frothy material and found the sexy accompaniment to that strapless bra – barely-there red panties with more fine sequin detailing. I looked back into her eyes and kissed her again. I asked with my voice low, "Did you wear these panties just for me, love?"

With a furious shake of her head, I slid my finger over her wetness with her panties still on. This elicited a deep groan from my love. I continued to kiss her deeply and nip at her earlobe occasionally until I finally pushed her panties aside and plunged one of my fingers into her wetness. That earned me a scream of pleasure. I brought that finger to my mouth and licked it clean.

"Love, take me to your bedroom. I want to taste you properly."

I fit Isabella close against me again and she guided me to her bedroom through more kisses. I set her on the floor for just a moment so I could remove her beautiful dress and then she was back in my arms. I could not get enough of her mouth and one of my hands was holding up her ass and the fingers from my other hand were trying to sneak their way into her wetness again. Then Isabella bit me gently on the right side of my neck where my neck met my shoulder. A pure jolt of adrenaline and lust shot through me. Was she a vampire in a previous life? I didn't know, but that shit was turning me on like crazy.

At that same moment, I believe there was a small ripping sound and those cute little red panties were nothing but a shred of fabric in my hand. I placed Isabella on the bed and worked my mouth down her body with my mouth and tongue, finally ending up exactly where I wanted to be – her delicious, dripping pussy.

My long fingers opened up her delicious folds and I plunged my tongue inside her. A moan of pure ecstasy came from deep within Isabella's throat. There was no way I was going to waste one drop of this pure honey coming from her, as I was bringing it out with my fingers and lapping it up with my tongue.

My tongue swirled furiously around her clit until I took it gently in my teeth and nipped at it. Isabella arched up off the bed and her hands flew to my hair, further assuring I wasn't going anywhere until she was satisfied. I wouldn't dream of it anyway, but I liked the thought that she had control over me for this brief moment of time when I was all hers. Who was I kidding? Ever since she'd walked into that conference room for that interview, I'd been doing whatever I could to be all hers.

The expression on Isabella's face as she rode out her orgasm was one of pure bliss. I was glad I had a front-row seat to experience that. At first, she clamped my face in between her thighs and then her body wanted to writhe around the bed in pure pleasure. I held her thighs to me and continued to lick and suck her as she continued to moan and scream in delight. When she finally begged off, I let go and then just kissed and nipped down her thighs.

When I heard Isabella say she needed me, I was instantly ramrod hard. Not that I wasn't hard when we came in the door, but I became harder when I heard those words fall from her lips – especially when I saw the look of love, lust, and desire all wrapped up in her eyes. I can't tell you what become of my pants, because the next thing I knew I was naked and hovering above her.

"Is this what you want, Isabella?" I breathed into her ear, kissing it.

"Yes, Edward," she answered back as she brought her arms around my neck and her legs wrapped around my ass. As I sank into her, she moaned in appreciation and said, "Oh, Edward, this is what I've wanted for so long – just you and me."

"Me too, love," I responded as I started to move within her. This – this connection – was what had been missing between us and it felt so damn good to have it back. "I'm so sorry, love, for everything."

"Shhhh, Edward. Just make love to me," she replied. She's such a wise woman. Someone should put her in for Time magazine's Woman of the Year. I did just that. Everything slipped right into place between us that had been missing before as I made love to my beautiful Isabella.

Afterward, we got under the covers and cuddled. I'm not one of those guys who just starts sawing logs as soon as they have sex – I'm Edward Cullen! I can't say I didn't take full advantage of Isabella's nakedness and pull on her nipples to make them incredibly erect again, which then caused me to have to suck them. And I also took liberties with her delicious naked pussy by stroking my fingers through her still-wet folds and making her orgasm a time or two more. That's the kind of guy I am.

As I woke the next morning with my arms gripping the pillow beneath my head, my mind immediately returned to the night I just experienced with Isabella. My mind couldn't keep up with the adjectives – epic, phenomenal, incredible – they all applied. And why wasn't the source of all that pleasure still in her own bed with me? Oh no! She didn't turn the tables on me, did she? Would she leave me in the morning like I did her? Please, God, no!

In my panic, I sat up in bed, all remnants of sleep gone from my head. It was then I smelled bacon frying in a pan. Isabella was cooking for me? Sweet Jesus! My feet hit the floor and my eyes spied my black boxer briefs lying in the chair next to the bed. I didn't remember leaving them there the night before. Where I left my clothing last night was the least of my concerns. Experiencing Isabella anew was. I slipped on my briefs and strode out to the kitchen.

There, in that tiny New York kitchen, was lovely Isabella in only my white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, concentrating on a skillet full of bacon. I knew right then and there this was what I wanted for the rest of my life. There would never be anyone else for me. She was it.

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I nuzzled my lips into her hair at her neck, kissing her, and said in my morning-rough voice, "Marry me."

She smiled with a giggle and said, "I can't, Edward. I'm cooking bacon!"

"Hmm," I replied, "How about when you're done with the bacon?"

"Before the eggs?" she asked.

"Definitely!" I affirmed as I turned her around and tweaked one of her nipples in between my thumb and forefinger. This earned me an appreciative hum and I kissed her fully on the lips. Needless to say, the bacon was a bit well-done that morning, but that's all right with me – no complaints here.

After our showers, I wanted to get out of the apartment for a while or we'd never get out of bed – not that I was complaining about that at all – but I wanted to have Isabella take a look at something. It was warm enough I left my jacket at Isabella's and wore my shirt sleeves rolled up just as she'd had them when she was cooking breakfast. Being enveloped in her scent on my shirt was a heady experience. Isabella found us matching New York Yankees baseball caps which she plopped on our heads before we made it out the door. She thought I wouldn't be as recognizable with a baseball cap on my trademark hair.

Just as she was going to ask me where we were going, I pulled her into the door of Cartier Jewelers. "Isabella," I said, "I just want you to look at a few things; maybe get your correct ring size. I may not be officially asking you to marry me today, but I will be asking you soon." She huffed a little in annoyance, but she complied. As the staff was taking care of my beautiful girl, a brilliant plan was forming in my head.

There was one round sparkling solitaire that captured Isabella's attention as she kept going back to it and I knew that was the engagement ring for her. After I gave the jeweler my credit card information and asking for it to be sized, we went to lunch at a restaurant near Central Park.

While we were at lunch, she got a text message on her phone from Alice, telling her that Alice would be spending the rest of the weekend with Jasper and to expect her home after dinner on Sunday. She giggled a little and called her a "hussy." I didn't want to seem presumptuous so I asked, "Isabella, may I spend the rest of the weekend with you?"

"Of course you can, silly. You don't even need to ask!" she responded. "What would you like to do?" I waggled my eyebrows at her and she smacked me gently on the arm. "Besides that, you perv!"

Hey – she asked! I'd like nothing better than a weekend doing Isabella, thank you for asking. We decided to watch some of her extensive DVD collection and just relax. Isabella decided we could also order in some food since I probably didn't get that opportunity, with that staff at the house catering to anything I wanted to eat. I just shook my head at her.

On our way back to the apartment, it began raining. We ran the rest of the way as we didn't bring an umbrella and we'd been a bit preoccupied to be listening to the weather report. I didn't have anything to change into as I only had the one set of clothes. I stripped down to my boxer briefs and Isabella threw a blanket at me to cover up with.

"What's the matter, love? Can't handle the hotness emanating from this body?" I asked. She just rolled her eyes and went to change her clothes. What? I thought it was a perfectly legitimate question.

We sat down to watch the first of a couple of movies. I ended up sharing my blanket with her because I'm nice like that. Was it because I was playing with her hair? Was it because my mouth and tongue kept kissing her ear? I don't know, but before I knew it, Isabella was on top of me underneath my blanket, telling me she had to have me right now. Well, yes ma'am. I let her take charge and she did – so very well. I'm going to watch more movies with Isabella. I didn't know they were the key to getting her worked up.

Waking up on Sunday morning, listening to the rain splattering on the bedroom window, with Isabella curled up next to me was the most comforting thing I'd ever experienced. I attempted to smooth out her hair, which resembled a haystack at the moment – guess we'd been a bit boisterous in our lovemaking the night before. She mumbled something about it being time to get up. I said it was time to just lie here quietly, listen to the rain and enjoy each other. She snuggled closer and we did just that.

Our Sunday was fun – we talked about us, we had fresh take-out, we made love on several more surfaces of her apartment – and it solidified in my mind that this was the woman I wanted in my life forever. Now I just needed to put my brilliant plan into the works.

The Business Arrangement - Chapter 8

Bella's dress for the benefit


Edward's suit for the benefit (did I really need an excuse to publish this?!)

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I'm grateful to Stephenie Meyer for her dream!

Chapter 8 – Back To You and Me

Edward POV

My voice was low against her ear, "Isabella, how much later?"

"Um…"

As I was waiting for Isabella to return to our designated meeting spot, I thought about the night before. I had done a bit of work by email once I left her at her father's. Then I went to bed. Sometime in the middle of the night, I couldn't sleep. I really wanted nothing more than to talk to Isabella, but I didn't dare wake her. She would think I was a nut or a stalker. Pathetic as I was, I had retrieved her now-dry hoodie out of the bathroom and placed it beside me on the pillow. I felt a calm come over me and I was able to go right back to sleep.

When I saw Isabella coming toward me with her shopping bags, I could spot that distinctive pink and white striped bag from a mile away. I groaned inwardly. Holy hell! Why was I so nice back at the airport to the ticketing agent? The damn weather was keeping me from New York and the chance to prove myself to Isabella again. My mind was running rampant at all the things that bag could contain and I couldn't wait to see them on the most delectable woman I'd ever laid eyes on.

My first thought was to run her out of the mall, take her back to our room, beg her to let me make love to her until she finally broke – but I knew I was on some sort of probation with her. Dammit – I knew in my mind I'd never screw up like this again. This was killing me.

"It's ok, love," I finally said. "You don't have to answer now. Do you want to go back to the hotel, get rid of our bags, and pick out a restaurant for dinner? If the weather clears, our new flight should leave at 10 tomorrow morning." She agreed and we were soon on our way.

There was a fine restaurant in the hotel, so we decided to eat there. We both ordered steak as that was one of their specialties. During dinner, I told Isabella there was a benefit dinner coming up for a local hospital next week that I wanted her to attend with me. This would be our first official date as a couple, at least in the public eye. There would be no turning back after this. I caressed her hand on top of the table and assured her I'd be right beside her, facing the press. She smiled weakly. I knew the first time would be the most difficult; after that, I felt she would be a pro at it.

After dinner, we discovered a nightclub inside the hotel with a jazz band. Several couples were dancing. I asked Isabella to dance with me and she agreed. It felt so good to hold her, especially with her arms wrapped around me as well. The past couple of days, it felt like she'd been withholding this part of herself from me. I knew I'd been the cause of that and I'd kicked myself many times over because of it.

Sue me, but the band began playing a very romantic song and I held Isabella even tighter to me. I gently brushed the hair away from her neck and bent my head down to begin placing kisses from her earlobe to the bottom of her neck. Then my mouth moved back up to her earlobe and I sucked on it a bit. A tiny moan escaped from her mouth. "Are you ok, love?" I whispered in her ear.

"Yes," she whispered back. And suddenly she turned her head and was facing me. She looked deeply into my eyes and then her lips found mine. It seemed her kiss was unconsciously saying, "I'm starting to trust you again, Edward – please don't leave me again," to which my unconscious was furiously agreeing, "Never!"

"Do you want to go?" I asked in between our now almost breathless kisses. She nodded and I found the exit for both of us. We had to control ourselves in the lobby and elevator as there were other people with us, but I continued to hold Isabella tightly to my side, never letting her go.

Once inside our room, I pulled my beautiful girl inside, shut the door, and then backed her up against it. My lips claimed hers once again.

I was kissing my way down Isabella's neck hungrily once again when she breathlessly began saying my name. My lust-addled brain took a few moments to register this information. I finally responded, "Yes, love?"

"We need to stop."

Stop? Stopping was the last thing on my mind. I wanted to keep going – more kissing, more caressing, taking Isabella to one or both of the beds and ravishing her body. Still, I knew she was right. I knew she wasn't ready yet. Fuck!

"I know, Isabella. Forgive me yet again." My hands caressed down her sides and moved carefully away from her.

"It's ok, Edward. I was in the wrong as much as you," she responded as she cupped my jaw and looked into my eyes. "We probably should get some sleep." I agreed and we got ready for bed.

I apparently was sleeping like the dead and rolled over in the middle of the night. I ran into something soft. Isabella had apparently crawled into bed next to me sometime during the night. "Oh Isabella," I whispered as I drew her into my arms. She never awoke and I fell back to sleep myself.

In the morning, as I reached over Isabella to turn off the alarm clock, I saw my current position. I was protectively draped over her and her warm body was snuggled into mine with her back facing me, and good morning, Mr. Woody! As soon as Isabella woke up, there would be no way she couldn't feel my morning erection curving perfectly around her ass.

I gently untangled myself from Isabella and lay next to her on my back. My movement must've disturbed her sleep as she woke up soon after. She turned over and said, "Oh! Good morning, Edward. I meant to get out of your bed long before now. I was just…I don't know…missing the feel of you."

I ran my fingers along her jaw and said, "Love, you never have to apologize for that." I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss, making sure to keep the bottom half of my body on my side of the bed. "Do you want to shower first?"

"Mmmm…no, I want to lay here and be lazy for a bit. When I get back to work, I have this task-master for a boss. He never lets me sleep in," she said.

I smiled wryly. "Well, hopefully he's on the way to not being such an overbearing asshole, Isabella. Please have faith."

She was suddenly hugging me with every ounce of strength she had and effectively pulling me back down onto the pillows. "Oh Edward, I didn't mean it. I was just teasing you. Please know that. I do have faith in you." Her kiss against my lips was much deeper than the quick one I had just given her.

"Love," I said when we finally came up for air, "you really are going to have to let me shower or we're not going to make it to that 10 o'clock plane. I will use every ounce of my persuasiveness that I have and getting back to New York to prove my worthiness to you won't matter so much."

She giggled and tried to struggle to get away from me. I was definitely up for this little battle. I was over her body in a second, like a mountain lion stalking my prey. She wasn't going anywhere, even though her hands were pushed against my chest. She squeaked out a little scream. I brought my face right down to hers and whispered to her, "Might I remind you, Miss Swan, you are the one who came to my bed in the middle of the night."

Her returning cheeky grin just about did me in. "You are far too dangerous for your own good, love," I told her as I kissed her again and then got out of bed. If she saw my resulting morning wood – well, it was her own fault. She was to blame. I went into the bathroom, shut the door, and turned on the shower spray. I was going to have to get rid of my Isabella-induced erection in the shower. I hoped I wasn't too loud about it.

After my shower, I dressed while Isabella took hers. She dressed in the bathroom and then we went to breakfast. While I was waiting for her to come out of the bathroom, I heard several airplanes take off, so I was glad about that. Not that I hadn't enjoyed our little bubble of being together, but we needed to get back to reality.

Our flight back home was uneventful. Sam met us at the airport and we dropped Isabella off at her apartment. Since we got back late East coast time, both of us were taking the next day off. I didn't ask Isabella if I could stay at her apartment. I figured she may need some time to decompress with Alice and have some "girl time." I never knew what girls talked about anyway and probably didn't want to know.

Bella POV

I left Edward the previous night with a sweet kiss on the lips and the promise to see him soon. I needed some girl time with Alice – I missed my best friend like crazy. I saw she left a note propped up on my pillow that said: "Wake me as soon as you get in. Love you." I quickly got into my pajamas and went into her bedroom.

"Alice," I said as I gently shook her awake.

Her eyes popped right open and she sat up. "Oh, Bella, I'm so glad you're home!" She reached up to me for a hug. Then she opened up the side of her covers nearest me and invited me inside. I knew she wanted to know all about my trip to Forks and how Edward had treated me, so I knew we'd be up for awhile. This was the perfect opportunity for snuggly girl talk.

Alice told me she'd threatened to punch Edward in the junk if he hurt me again. That got me laughing hysterically. I could just imagine his face when she said that. Then she asked how Charlie was. I told her he was doing fine and enjoying his newfound celebrity status, although rather confused by it. Then it was time to get down to the serious discussion.

I began, "I think Edward and I have really turned a corner during this trip, Alice. He was so sweet, caring and attentive – exactly everything I want him to be. He truly showed he adored and cherished me. However, I did put him on 'probation.' I told him I wanted to see how things went back here in the city. Things seem to be fine between us when we're out of town, but they get out of kilter when we're back on our home turf."

Alice replied, "I think that's fair. I do think Edward really loves you and wants to be with you. He just needs to curb his workaholic behavior to show my best friend she's the most fabulous thing in his life."

I hugged her again, smiled, and said, "No wonder I love you."

"Now," she questioned, "the really important thing is – what are you wearing to this upcoming benefit we're all going to?"

My mock shocked expression just made Alice giggle. I said, "I can't believe you didn't pick something out already!"

"Well, I kinda did, but didn't want you to get all bent out of shape about it." I pointed to myself and mouthed, "Me?" She playfully slapped me on the arm. "I'll show you tomorrow. Let's get some sleep, girlie. Some people have to work in the morning."

That night Alice and I ended up spooning together in her bed. It was nice feeling warm and loved. We normally didn't make a practice of sleeping together – it was just a warm and comfy place to be. Besides, if I was going to be groping anyone, it would be Edward. And I'm sure she'd rather be groping Jasper. We don't play for the other team.

In the morning, Alice was out of bed long before I was. My bleary eyes only caught the fact that my dress was red. She mentioned something about me being hopeless, but did leave me a chai tea on the nightstand and gave me a kiss me on the forehead on the way out the door. I woke up a couple of hours later to find light streaming in the windows. I microwaved my chai tea and it was good as new. I checked my cell phone and saw I had a text message from Edward:

Morning, Love. I hope you slept well. Call me when you're awake.

I checked the clock in the kitchen. It was about 10:30 a.m. I'd almost slept the day away! I texted back:

Morning! Of course! Be expecting a call soon.

He seemed thrilled to hear from me as we talked about everything and nothing at the same time for several hours. During our entire phone conversation, I never heard any tapping of a computer keyboard to indicate he was working. Finally, I gathered my courage and asked him what he was doing. He explained he'd been sitting in the garden at one point; at another, he'd gone to sit in a chair overlooking the water. He was eager for me to see the view from the back of the house – maybe at sunset some night.

At length, Edward asked, "Isabella, would you…do me the honor of going on a date on Saturday night?"

I replied, "I think that can be arranged. What did you have in mind?"

"I'll see if Shelly is able to get us tickets to The Lion King. Would you like that?"

One of the most fabulous musicals ever! Would I! There was no hiding the smile that came to my face as I said, "Yes, I would love that!"

"And, love," he continued, "I'd like to pick you up for work in the morning, if you don't mind."

"OK. That would be great. I'll be ready. I suppose I should get some things done around here."

After we said our goodbyes, I took a shower, started a load of laundry, then looked at dinner options. Alice would be hungry by the time she got home. Thank goodness we kept our kitchen well-stocked.

The next morning, I was dressed in plenty of time for Edward to pick me up. He called my cell phone to let me know he was waiting for me downstairs. As I arrived in the lobby of my building, I looked outside. There stood the most gorgeous man in the world in a suit and tie – waiting for me. As soon as I reached him, his arms went around me and he kissed me gently on the cheek. "I missed you," he whispered in my ear.

"I missed you as well," I told him as he guided me to the waiting car with his hand behind my back. I said my greetings to Sam and we were off into the New York morning traffic. I expected Edward to start working on his laptop or something, but he just kept grinning goofily at me. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing, love. I'm just drinking you in," he replied. Yeah, there might have been the tiniest bit of an eyeroll there. He kept my hand tucked firmly into his. I wasn't sure how to deal with this Edward. It almost seemed as though he had something up his sleeve, but I wasn't sure what it was.

Soon enough, we were at the Cullen building. Employees from all departments were streaming into the building lobby, coming in for another workday. I recognized several of them. We exited the car and were then in the lobby ourselves. I started walking toward the elevators, but Edward's hand gently closing around my arm stopped me. I looked at him questioningly and saw that his briefcase was sitting on the polished marble floor.

"Come here, Isabella," he said quietly, as he pulled me to him. What the hell was he doing? And then I was being dipped back, Hollywood-style, with Edward's lips against my own. As if this man's kisses didn't make me dizzy enough, he had to add in sweeping me backward? I noticed, over the blood pounding in my ears, the lobby became deathly silent for a moment or two, then applause, hoots and hollers broke out. I could feel my face become hot – I knew I was blushing furiously.

Edward's lips moved a hairbreadth away from mine as he whispered to me, "Love, this is for your benefit more than theirs. I want you to know I'm not afraid to show anyone we are together. I am committed to you and only you. We've totally gone public. I love you, Isabella."

I was too stunned to speak. Thankfully, he let me back up so the blood could start flowing normally through my body again. It seemed our coworkers had begun moving on to their jobs. It appeared I'd just be staring at Edward for a few more moments as I remained in his arms.

"Have I rendered you speechless, love?" he finally asked.

"Possibly," I replied. He picked up his briefcase, took my hand in his, and guided both of us to the elevator.

By 10 a.m., two dozen long-stemmed red roses appeared in my office, courtesy of Edward. I went to his office immediately. "What are those?" I asked pointedly.

He was grinning boyishly again. There was no suppressing this man on a mission. He got up from his chair and came to stand beside me. "You aren't going to give those to Lauren for her desk, are you?"

"No," I said.

He reached around my waist and gave me another dizzying kiss. "Am I still on probation, love?"

"Pro…probation? Oh yes. Yes, you are," I finally got out. Damn him and his persuasive ways.

By the end of the week, news of Edward's actions in the lobby was buzzing all over the building. Apparently when Edward Cullen acts, people sit up and take notice. Lauren was practically swooning from the romantic gestures he was coming up with. Thankfully there was only that one "kissing in the lobby" episode. The others had been decidedly more low-key – roses, lunches either in or out of the office, heart-pounding kisses in either of our offices, sweet emails.

Our date night at The Lion King was fantastic! We went to dinner first and then the performance. It was everything I could've hoped for and more. Edward's hand on my knee the entire night might've helped with the flushed sensation I was feeling.

On Sunday afternoon, I received a call from Edward. He informed me he needed to go to Florida for the week for a business meeting. He hoped to be back in time for the benefit dinner on Friday night. I hoped so, too, as that was to be our first "official" date as a couple. He told me normally he would want me to go with him, but he didn't trust this business owner as far as he could throw him, so he didn't want me involved in that. I appreciated that he wanted to keep me safe.

The next week at work wasn't quite as thrilling as the past week was – without Edward there. I received an occasional email from him when he wasn't busy dealing with this dreaded business owner. One day, a package arrived for me. The card attached read: "Isabella, I hope you and Alice enjoy this. I'll always remember sharing a bit of Washington State with you. With love, Edward." When I opened the package, I saw he had sent me some Pacific Northwest salmon packed on dry ice. It made me want to cry because I missed him so much. Just because I'm from the Pacific Northwest doesn't mean I'm big on seafood, but Edward was so damn thoughtful – Alice and I were definitely feasting tonight!

By the time Friday rolled around, Jasper sent my "mopey ass" (and yes, those were his exact words) home at noon. He knew I needed to get ready for the benefit, but I barely wanted to attend if Edward wasn't going to be there. The last couple of days, I'd barely heard a peep from Edward. I knew he was working very hard with this business owner who was probably playing total hardball. And I knew Edward could play the same right back. The last thing I'd received from him was a text on my phone in the shape of a heart. Fuck this probation thing – I was crumbling from the inside. I needed and wanted Edward – more than anything else.

Alice came home soon afterward. She hauled us off to Enrique's again – God help us all. At least they fed me lunch while they tortured me! This time my nails were painted a blood red color to go with that little sliver of a dress I remembered seeing through very bleary eyes one morning. My hair was clipped up in the back without a multitude of little pins. Good thing – because if Edward showed up, I planned on getting it down in a hurry.

Once we were back home, I dialed Sam's cell phone to see how close to home they were. Great – voice mail. Why the hell didn't anyone pick up the damn phone anymore? I left him a message, though. I asked him if he was able to get Edward to the benefit and then us out of there later, if he would mind leaving Edward at my place. It seemed my lovely roommate was staying at the Cullen's for the weekend. Hussy – which I say with love, of course.

There was still no word from Edward as Alice slipped my short red Chelsey McLaren dress over my head. It was flared out at the bottom with a white petticoat slip and a slit up the back. I wore it with black stilettos which had ankle straps. Alice decided I looked adorable. I supposed outwardly, I did look nice, but inside, I was still missing Edward and only wanted to be in his arms.

We arrived at the benefit, where Jasper met us. "Have faith," he told me, in answer to my unasked question. Apparently I still looked pretty miserable. He was a master – as was Edward – at speaking to the press. They didn't have any interest in me at the moment, as I just appeared to be tagging along with Jasper and Alice. I looked over and saw Emmett with a beautiful blonde woman. That must be Rosalie Hale. They were speaking to the press as well.

After a round of drinks, we sat down to dinner. As they brought out the salad course, the seat next to me was still empty. I could barely eat past the lump in my throat. I was going to have to buck up and get over missing Edward. We could have a first "official" date some other time.

I was gazing miserably into my salad when I heard a quiet, "Bella," to my right. It was Jasper handing me his cell phone behind Alice's back. I looked up at him. "Apparently Edward's trying to text you and you don't have your phone."

Shit – my phone. I had left it in my haste of getting out of the apartment with Alice. I took Jasper's cell phone and looked at the display.

Jasper, is Isabella with you? I need to speak with her.

I typed back: Edward, it's Bella.

A moment later, a response: For fuck's sake, love. Where is your phone?

I responded: At home. I forgot it.

Another text: OK. I'm on my way. Sorry I'm late. I love you.

My response: I love you, too.

I handed Jasper back his phone, which he mercifully just slipped back in his pocket without reading the messages. Not that we'd said anything crazy, but it was nice to know he wasn't going to read our exchange right here and now.

Our salad plates were cleared away and the uniformed staff were just getting ready to serve the main course when my main course – Edward – came striding through the room to sit next to me. And then I smiled the first real one I believe I gave all week.

He grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. He nuzzled his nose gently to my neck for a moment and whispered, "Oh love, I've missed you."

I murmured, "Me too."

Dinner progressed normally, but with a slight buzzing throughout my body, now that Edward's thigh was permanently up against mine. The way he kept rubbing my neck during the auction afterward was distracting.

All too soon, it was over. Now it was time for the press to descend. I was not looking forward to this part at all. Edward held me to his side and said, "It will be over soon, love."

The press all jockeyed for position, almost overwhelming us, especially since Edward hadn't been there before the dinner started. And then they finally took notice of me.

"Ma'am, what is your name?" Bella Swan.

"What do you do?" I'm the Assistant to the Chief Operations Officer at Cullen International.

"I see you're here tonight with Edward Cullen. What is your relationship with him?" He is my boyfriend.

"Does he satisfy you in the bedroom?" No comment.

Seriously? I looked at the troll that asked that last question and knew she had to be from some gossip rag. I then I walked toward the limo where Sam stood holding open the door. Edward was still firmly within the grasp of the reporters.

Sam said, "Good evening, Bella. Edward wanted to get here as quickly as possible. He was changing in the car on the way over."

I giggled and said, "Good to know. Everything a 'go' for later?"

"Definitely!" he affirmed with a smile.

Finally Edward joined me in the car and we were off. He looked at me and said, "You seemed to do extremely well there, love, until the end."

"Well, I figured your performance in the bedroom was none of their business."

"Oh," he said, "I agree. Good job, love." He smiled at me.

We arrived at my apartment building and Edward got out of the car with me to give me a kiss. I shut the car door behind me.

Edward's arms were around me and his lips were branding into mine – just the way I'd dreamed of all week. He felt so good. My hands were on his shoulders and then in his hair, tugging on it. Sometime during our kiss, Sam had driven away.

When we came up for air, Edward said, "Now where the hell did Sam go?"

"Edward," I said, smiling and grabbing his hand, leading him toward my building, "probation is over."

Understanding dawned on his face with a slow smile and we went into the building together.

The Business Arrangement - Chapter 7

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I'm grateful to Stephenie Meyer for her dream.

Chapter 7 – Forgiveness

Bella POV

I was dreaming – I had to be. I was so cold. It felt as though thousands of tiny needle-like raindrops were piercing my skin over and over. My teeth were chattering; I was shivering. Then I was enveloped in something warm, something comforting, something that smelled like…Edward? What the fuck? I startled myself awake.

I rolled my eyes around to assess my situation. I appeared to be in some motel room, firmly encased in Edward's arms with his hands running soothingly through my hair, my body snugly up against his. The earlier events of the day came crashing back in with amazing clarity.

I pulled my head back so I could look at his face. Concern showed in every feature as he whispered to me, "Are you warm enough now, Isabella?"

"Um, yes," I replied.

He reached around to cup my jaw in his hand and said, "Truly, love, I am sorry for any pain I caused you. I was an idiot and didn't treat you with the respect you deserve. I hope you can forgive me. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

"Well," I sighed, "since you seem to do fine out of the city, I will consider a conditional forgiveness. When we get back to the city, we'll see how you do in real life."

He replied, "I think that's more than fair." Then he moved his lips closer to mine and kissed the corner of my mouth.

And I was supposed to remember how to think now? He didn't know how lethal his kisses actually were and I wasn't about to tell him.

I lay my head back on the pillow and looked over at Edward. He said, "If you promise not to go anywhere, I believe I saw a latte place a little way down the road. What would you like? I'll go get you something to warm you up on the inside."

I sat up and requested a chai tea and he got out of bed to do my bidding. Yes, he was on "probation," but I couldn't resist staring at his ass as he slid into his jeans. As Edward opened the door to go outside, I could see it was still raining, although not quite the downpour it was earlier. I lay back down contentedly, enjoying our shared body heat still warming the bed.

When Edward returned, it startled me. I must've fallen asleep again. Soon, he was protectively leaning over me. "I'm back, love," he said. Then he kissed the corner of my mouth again. It was enough to drive a woman absolutely crazy.

As I drank my tea and he drank his coffee, I asked him what time it was. He said around 3:30 in the afternoon. I mused I should get up and get back to Charlie's so I could get his dinner started. "So early?" he wondered.

"You still need to take me back to my truck. I need to get into some of my own clothes as I'm sure my own aren't dry enough yet. Knowing you, you probably didn't make any dinner plans in the booming metropolis of Forks. I'm cooking dinner anyway, so I'm assuming you're going to eat at the Swan residence. So, I need to go to the grocery store."

He grinned happily at me and said, "Well then, let's go!"

I looked back at him and asked, "Edward, have you ever been to a grocery store?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment and then said cheerfully, "Nope!"

I hauled myself out of the bed and found my shoes that were still squishy, but would have to do for now – at least until I got to Charlie's. "Well, this will be an experience," I said.

Soon enough, my truck was parked back in my dad's driveway, I was dressed in dry clothing, my hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and I was riding in the passenger seat beside Edward in his rented Volvo. Who the hell rents a Volvo? Apparently Edward Cullen, that's who. We arrived at the Thriftway grocery store – the only true grocery store in town – which was alongside Olympic Outfitters, both owned by the Newton family.

I decided to control the grocery cart so Edward could gawk at the items stocked on the shelves. He wasn't kidding – this was a totally new experience for him. I wanted to giggle at his almost childlike wonder, but then we turned the corner to the next aisle and almost ran into Mike Newton who was stocking a shelf.

"Bella!" he exclaimed. "I haven't seen you since high school!" He pulled me in for a hug and I could've sworn I heard a sharp intake of breath from Edward beside me.

"How have you been? Where are you living now?" Mike kept on with the questions.

Mike looked almost exactly like he did in high school – blonde spiky hair, blue eyes, still built like he could play on the football or basketball teams. I responded, "Hey Mike! I've been good. Alice Brandon and I moved to New York. In fact," gesturing to Edward, "this is my boyfriend, Edward Cullen. Edward, this is Mike Newton. Mike and I went to high school together."

I looked on as the two men silently sized each other up. Oh Lord, here comes the pissing contest. Edward politely shook Mike's hand. Just to get the story straight, Mike was never my boyfriend in high school. He followed me around a bit like a puppy dog when I first moved to the area, but the novelty quickly wore off.

"So, Bella," Mike was speaking again, "you look fantastic!"

And in that split second of me thinking of replying that I was caught in a pounding rainstorm at La Push earlier in the day, Edward's lips were claiming mine and his arms were around me, pulling me to him. What was he doing – going all caveman in the middle of the only proper grocery store in Forks? Ooooo…not that his lips didn't feel very nice – moving over mine. Soon I was going to pass out from the lack of oxygen.

Edward finally released me. I looked around for Mike who was no longer standing with us. I looked up at Edward and said, "Edward, what the hell are you doing?"

He replied, "Your friend was leering at you. I decided it was time to show him you are mine, Isabella."

"You don't need to make a scene at the only grocery store in Forks! Besides, it sounds a little caveman to me," I said.

His lips were near my ear and his velvet voice whispered, "Do you want me to drag you back to my cave by your hair and have my wicked way with you?"

I did have to giggle then. I slapped him playfully on the chest and replied, "Seriously, Edward! Don't drag me by my hair – that hurts."

His arm was still around my waist as he was whispering in my ear, "Does that mean I can have my wicked way with you if I don't drag you by your hair?"

"You're still on probation, mister."

To that, he reached up and pulled on my ponytail gently so that my lips were turned up to meet his. He gave me another light kiss. We then continued our grocery shopping without incident.

Dinner at Charlie's was nice. I was surprised at how well Edward and my dad got along – once my dad realized Edward really did love me and was looking out for my best interests. Edward didn't "talk down" to my dad because he made less money than he did or lived in a small town rather than New York City.

After dinner, Edward and I decided to go for a drive. I promised to show him my old high school and any other places Alice and I used to hang out, which weren't too many. But it got us out of the house so if we wanted to talk, we could, and my dad could watch his baseball game on his flat screen television in peace.

We'd driven around for a bit when we finally stopped in the well-lit parking lot of the still-open Thriftway. We weren't going back inside, but it was the perfect place to talk. I'd been keeping up a never-ending commentary about places Alice and I had went in our high school days and was now ready to talk about my future – a future that hopefully included Edward.

Edward shut off the car engine and turned sideways in his seat to look at me. He took my hand in his and kissed the back of it. Then he kept it firmly encased in his larger hands.

"Edward," I started, "we need to talk about us."

"OK," he agreed with a smile.

"I don't expect you to reorder your entire world just because of me. I know your company is very important to you and I still expect you to give it the attention it deserves. But I would like to be a part of your life too. I'm sure we can work out the details of that somehow. I just don't like feeling like a dirty, little secret in your life."

His eyes looked into mine and he replied, "I know, love. I can't begin to tell you how wrong that was. It was originally to shield you from the press, but we should've talked about it. And I never gave you that opportunity. I'm so sorry. I'll apologize for that for the rest of my life for screwing up so badly."

"Edward, I don't want you to keep apologizing. I just want us to make a new start." I wiggled my hand out of his grasp and moved it to place it on his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into my warmth. He seemed to make a hum of contentment. "Edward?"

He opened his eyes again and said, "Yes, love?"

"I want to go back home. I miss Alice and I can't wait to see you in action now that you know how I feel."

"You won't regret it. I promise you that. I didn't say I would be perfect at every opportunity, but I'll definitely make a concentrated effort. Just know that I love you, Isabella."

I then asked, "And you'll help me…with the press?"

"Of course, love," he said as he pulled me to him for a kiss that took my breath away. Once we came up for air, he continued, "You don't need to tell them every intimate detail. But I won't ever deny that I'm dating you. I don't want you to wake up some morning and read some ridiculous story in the newspaper where I said I was dating someone else. It will only be you. You'll normally be with me, so I wouldn't deny the facts."

Then he drew his head back and looked at me a bit more. "You look a bit tired. Are you ready for bed?" I had to admit that I was. "I wish you would let me take you back to the motel room and worship your body all night long to show you how much I love you and long for you. But I'll take you back to Charlie's. Can I come back in the morning for breakfast?"

This – this was the Edward I'd longed for and knew was under the exterior. The one who could make me feel like a puddle of goo just by something he said. "Of course. I hope you'll be getting our flight arrangements settled so we can head back to Seattle in the morning."

We kissed once more in the car in Charlie's driveway before Edward left. I loved the feel of Edward's arms around me.

I kissed my dad on the cheek as he was still sitting in front of the television with his baseball game blaring. I told him Edward and I would most likely be leaving in the morning back to New York. He said, "Aww, Bells, you know I'll miss you. It gets pretty lonely around here without you."

I gave him an impulse hug and then headed off to bed. I slept pretty well most of the night, then I woke up and got lonely for Edward. I didn't dare call or text him in the middle of the night. I found I still had his t-shirt and sweatpants that he loaned me from earlier in the day. I put those on and found they still smelled of him. It was so comforting, I fell right back to sleep.

The next morning, it was raining again. This was Forks, after all. I got up, took a shower, and dressed quickly. I made sure my suitcase was packed and ready to go when Edward arrived. Then I headed downstairs to make breakfast for my dad and Edward.

Just as I was finishing up with the French toast and putting the syrup in the microwave to warm, I heard the Volvo in the driveway. Soon, my dad was letting Edward through the door. As I went to greet Edward and kiss him good morning, I noticed he brought me another chai tea – so very thoughtful – my dad pulled the French toast, bacon, syrup, and orange juice to the table.

We had an entertaining breakfast. Charlie told us stories about the guys who worked at the station with him. He also talked about this famous book series that had been written about the area and these hordes of women who wanted to pose for a picture with him. I had to giggle, imagining my dad as a celebrity.

Edward said he'd been in contact with Shelly and she had secured tickets for us to fly back to New York at 2 p.m. today. My dad had to leave for work soon. I told him I'd clean up from the breakfast dishes, as he still hadn't installed a dishwasher after all these years.

He shook Edward's hand and said, "Take care of my girl." Edward replied that he had every intention of doing that very thing. Then Charlie pulled me in for a hug. "I'll miss you, Bells. Love you. Give Alice a hug for me," he said gruffly.

"I will, Dad. Love you, too," I replied, tears starting to form in the corners of my eyes. Thank goodness he ended the emotional moment for us as he strode to the front door, put his gun belt around his waist, gave us a wave, and was out the door without another word.

Edward pulled me into his arms in a moment. "Are you all right, love?" he asked gently. I just nodded silently, but buried my face in his shirt. My tears flowed for a few minutes as he stroked my back, soothing me.

Finally, I could speak. "My dad and I aren't big on emotional displays. I think it's just been a while since I've been back to Forks, so I've missed him a lot." Edward kissed me gently and wiped my tears with the pads of his thumbs. "OK," I said, "let's get this kitchen cleaned, then we'll get on the road."

Surprisingly, Edward was very helpful around the kitchen, even though I figured he hadn't spent much time in one. I think it was just because he liked order. He was good about putting things in their proper place. We finished and locked the front door behind us as we left. Then we were on the road back to Seattle.

I pointed out some places of interest on the way back, such as Crescent Lake where Alice and I had gone swimming numerous times, Bella Italia in Port Angeles where Alice and I went with some now nameless boys on prom night (holy cow – was that a growl I heard emanating from Edward's chest?), and the ferries that would take you to Canada.

We arrived in Seattle to (not surprisingly) more rain. They were really socked in with heavy fog. As we turned in the rental car and were shuttled back to the airport, the air seemed rather quiet to me. I had seen how volatile Edward could get at his brother, so I wasn't sure if I should say anything about the possibility of flights getting out in this weather.

When we entered the airport, chaos seemed to be apparent. There were people everywhere – standing, sitting, sleeping. As Edward led me by the hand toward our appropriate airline counter, I chanced a glance at one of the large screen read-outs of arrivals and departures. Oh hell, every flight had been delayed or cancelled due to the weather.

Since Edward always flies first class if he's not flying on his own plane, he was able to walk right up to the ticketing agent. "Good afternoon, ma'am," he said.

"Hello sir," the now slightly flustered agent replied as she gazed at Edward.

"What seems to be the problem? We have a flight scheduled for 2 p.m. to New York." Edward gave her our ticketing information.

"Sir, no flights are departing Seattle today due to the weather. I see you are booked in our first class section, though. At this time, we are prepared to offer you a night's accommodation in a nearby hotel and food vouchers for the inconvenience."

Edward's glance flickered over to me for a brief moment and said, "Hmm…well, that will have to do. I'm glad I had no urgent need to get back to New York today. I do hope the weather cooperates tomorrow, though."

The agent looked at both of us and addressed Edward again, "Are you traveling together?"

Edward's arm was around me at once as he replied, "Yes."

Her brief disappointed look was replaced with a smile as she said, "That will make it easier to get you a room – one instead of two."

Once again, Edward's gaze flicked to mine. Was he looking for – permission? I'd placed him on probation until we got back to New York so I could see how we fared in front of people we knew. Crap. Why does life have to be so friggin' complicated?

Edward was addressing the agent again, "We won't need food vouchers. Just the room is fine. We can find meals on our own."

"Thank you, sir," she responded, as she handed over the room information. It was for a nearby hotel with easy access to several restaurants and a shopping mall.

Soon, we were in a taxi, heading away from the airport to the designated hotel. Once in the room, we saw it was furnished with two queen-size beds. I figured we'd deal with sleeping arrangements later. Right now, I needed lunch!

We headed over to the shopping mall and ate in the food court. It was surprisingly good and filling. Then we each decided to do a little shopping on our own. Edward headed one direction and I headed off in another. We arranged to get back together in about two hours.

As I began walking away from Edward, I felt my phone vibrate for a text message. I took it out and looked at the display:

You do have the nicest ass. ILY. – EC

I knew I was blushing furiously. And I certainly wasn't going to turn around to give him the satisfaction of him seeing me blush. I jabbed in a message of my own and pressed "send:"

Yours is pretty nice, too. I checked yesterday. – BS

Let him deal with that and try to figure out when I checked out his ass. And now that he's effectively turned my insides to jelly again, I'd arrived in front of a Victoria's Secret store. Well, Mr. Cullen, let's see what we can tease you with.

I purchased a matching bra and panty set in black with hot pink ribbon threaded through it. Since he also seemed to like me in blue, I found a royal blue corset and panty set and got that as well.

I shopped in some other stores as well, picking up some things for Alice and some other girls at work and then met Edward back at the designated spot.

Edward's eyes widened immediately when he saw me coming toward him. He stood up to greet me and kiss me on the cheek. "Isabella," he said, "are you trying to kill me?"

"Why would you say that?" I wondered aloud. He pointed to the distinctive pink and white striped bag from Victoria's Secret. Oh crap – the bag. I wish I could've hidden it away so he wouldn't have known. "That's for…um…later."

His voice was low against my ear, "Isabella, how much later?"

"Um…"

The Business Arrangement - Chapter 6

Edward in his Forks attire

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I'm grateful to Stephenie Meyer for her dream.

Chapter 6 – Home Is Where Your Heart Is

Edward POV

As Sam drove me back home at around 10:30 a.m. that Saturday morning, I half-hoped, half-prayed Isabella was still there. Perhaps she was in the garden, deep in conversation with my mother about something. Maybe she was down by our stretch of beach, walking along the water, just enjoying the morning. I called her cell phone which went straight to voice mail. I left her a quick message, telling her I was sorry I was late and I'd be home shortly. I mentally kicked myself for not leaving her a note. I know how involved things can get at work and how involved I can get with work – what the hell was I thinking? Obviously I wasn't. Dammit.

I rushed into my suite as soon as we pulled up to the house. The bed was freshly made, the breakfast tray was gone, discarded clothing was picked up and put in the hamper – not a thing was out of place – exactly the way I liked it. It was as if Isabella had never been there. Where the hell was she and why wasn't she answering my phone calls – as I was now trying her once again and it again went to voice mail.

I heard some footsteps on the carpet behind me. It was Jasper, my level-headed brother. He said simply, "She's gone."

After turning to look at him like he'd grown another head out of his neck, I replied, "Well, I can see that."

And then in walked the whirlwind known as Alice Brandon. Walking was an understatement – I think stomping would've been a more appropriate term. She stomped right up to me and slapped me in the face. "What the hell, Alice?" I asked.

I remember Isabella saying I had intimidated her in the past. That obviously wasn't the case with Alice – obviously I didn't intimidate her at all. She was right up in my personal space – as much as she could be anyway – she was much shorter than I was – but like I said, intimidating in her own right.

"You have hurt my best friend, asshole, and I am not putting up with it for one more minute! She may not be here to defend herself right now, but I am and I'm going to. You've been treating her like your dirty little secret and I'm sick of it," she yelled at me.

"Alice, hang on. What are you talking about?" I glanced over at Jasper, but obviously he wasn't going to be any help in this situation and he was willing to give his girlfriend free reign.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, dickhead. You say you want to be with Bella and romance her and all that other bullshit. And that's all well and good. But then what do you do? You send her flowers – to the house. To the house, Edward. What the fuck is that about? Who the hell is ever going to see them? Who even knows you sent them? At least Emmett has the common decency to send them to the office, even if she didn't want those flowers."

Oh hell, I'd forgotten about those flowers. She was right about that. I remember her setting them on Lauren's desk so other people could enjoy them as well. Was I a bigger douchebag than my brother?

"And then," Alice barely paused for a breath, "you only kiss her behind closed doors. What the hell? I'm sure 99.9 percent of the people at your company don't even know you and Bella are having a relationship as you certainly don't publicize it. Are you afraid of what will happen if you break up or something? Why don't you ever take her out in public? When you have dinner together, she's always coming here. Don't you think she'd like to be seen by others on your arm? I know she cares about you a lot, although at this moment, I can't figure out why. Right now, I'd like to punch you in your junk. Aren't you proud of her? Don't you want to be seen with her? Are you ashamed of her? You are a fucking tool, Edward, and you piss me off."

"Alice," I said in reply, "Of course I'm not ashamed of Isabella. I am very proud of her. She's the most beautiful person in the world to me. I love her beyond reason. I suppose I'm just…scared."

She put her hand on my arm then and I was hoping her earlier violent episode was over. "Edward," she said as she looked at me, "it's ok to be scared – but get the hell over it already! None of us have a crystal ball. We don't know what's going to happen in our relationships a year from now or five years from now. I think you and Bella have a good start on something special and I don't want you to screw it up so badly that she'll never see you again."

Oh…had I done that already?

I asked her, "Where is she?"

Alice sighed and said, "She's gone."

"Yeah," I said a bit tersely, "I heard that already," as I looked at Jasper again. "Where did she go?"

"If I tell you, Edward, you have to promise me something. If you go there to try to get her back, you will not screw this up. Bella wants to be loved, cherished and protected just like every other woman of value."

I nodded dumbly as no words could make it past the lump in my throat. That was exactly what I wanted for Isabella and I'd been a stupid fool. I'd been holding on to my workaholic behavior for so damn long that I didn't know any other way to act. I'd meant it wholeheartedly when I'd told Isabella that she made me feel alive. The work paled in comparison. In this moment, I could see exactly what I wanted in my future – Isabella, trips abroad, children. The work would always be there. I could hire more people to do some of the things I'd been doing. I could learn to let go. Now I just needed to convince Isabella to come back to me.

"Edward?" Alice's voice brought me back to my present reality.

"Yes, Alice?"

"You're not going to screw this up, are you? Because if I find out you do, me punching you in the junk will be the least of your worries," she affirmed.

I smiled at her and said, "No, Alice, I'm not going to screw this up. Now, please, tell me where she is so I can bring her back home."

She still looked at me warily but said, "She went back to Forks for the week. She needed a vacation from your dumb ass, apparently."

This struck me as funny and I laughed out loud. Alice rolled her eyes and said, "You're really weird, Edward."

"Yeah, I know," I replied. "But now I have a lot to do, so could you two be on your way? I have to pack, get a flight ready…."

Jasper interrupted my speech, "Edward, Alice and I already packed for you. Your bag is ready to go on the other side of your couch."

A wicked gleam came into Alice's eye and she grinned as she said, "Oh yes, packing for you and going through your underwear drawer was like touching the Shroud of Turin!" Now it was my turn to roll my eyes! Women! She just giggled over my reaction.

"And," Jasper continued, "we already booked you first-class on a commercial flight to Seattle that leaves at 1. So you'd best get yourself to the airport. You also have a hotel booked in Seattle when you arrive. You need to have a clear head when you see Isabella. Plus you have a bit of a drive ahead of you."

At that, Alice handed me a Google map from the Seattle airport to Forks. She also handed me a hand-drawn map of the town of Forks showing me where Isabella's father, Police Chief Charlie Swan, lived.

I looked at Alice and asked, "Are you going to tell Isabella I'm coming?"

She looked up at me and said, "No, I won't. I want her to be surprised. But you have to be sincere and tell her what you're feeling in your heart, Edward. She has to know you love her without a doubt – not just when you're out of New York City – and that you're willing to demonstrate that no matter where you are."

Jasper said in parting, "And, dude, don't worry about the office. Shelly, Angela and I will take care of whatever comes up. We will live without you for a week. Take some time off – run away from home. Only check your cell phone once a day – not every 30 seconds like normal."

My flight was uneventful so I had a lot of time to think. I did want Isabella in my life. I wanted that right along with humanity's other basic needs of food, clothing and shelter. She was a necessity in my life. I prayed she would take my dumb ass, as Alice called it, back.

I had been so very stupid. I'd taken the image of the company upon myself and projected that out to the world and hadn't been thinking about what I wanted. But truthfully, Cullen International and Edward Cullen were two different entities. Cullen International was a publicly-traded company which made a multitude of products to satisfy customer's demands. Edward Cullen was a man desperately in love who would go to wherever the love of his life was to beg her to take him back when he screwed up – on my knees if I had to – I wasn't above that.

Isabella did deserve to be taken out and shown off to the world at large and/or at least New York City. I could take a few lessons from Jasper. He was doing that with Alice and things were working out great for them. They were absolutely nuts about each other. He sent her flowers at work, had bought her some jewelry, went out to numerous dinners and clubs, and probably even took her for some carriage rides in Central Park for crying out loud.

Once I landed in Seattle and was settled in my hotel room, I called to various motels in Forks. Most of them were full. What the hell? Apparently some popular book series had been written about the area and fans had been coming from every place around the globe to visit the tiny town. The last place I called, the helpful woman gave me the name of the motel that was at La Push Beach. I scored the last room with a queen-size bed available. Even I can change and squeeze into that size of bed. It wasn't as luxurious as my normal king-size, but for Isabella, I could do most anything.

I dressed in jeans and a cream thick cable-knit sweater, drove to Forks, and arrived at the home of Chief Swan. There was a police cruiser in the driveway. I looked at my watch and saw it was around lunchtime. Maybe Isabella was with him! I got out of the car and made my way up the front steps. Then I nervously knocked on the door.

The front door was opened by a man almost my height with the same color hair as Isabella and a mustache. "Can I help you?" he asked as he looked me up and down.

"Hello," I said. "I'm Edward Cullen. I'm looking for Isabella Swan."

"Huh," he replied. "Well, she's not here right now. Do you want to come in? Bella's told me about you and there's some things I need to say to you."

"Certainly, sir." No use arguing with a man who has a gun on his hip.

He shut the door behind me and I followed him into his kitchen with painted yellow cabinets. It was a cheerful enough space and I could imagine Isabella growing up here.

"Have a seat," Charlie said as he motioned to the chair opposite him. His lunch of a frozen entrée was on the table. "I wasn't expecting company for lunch."

I said, "Oh, it's no problem."

"So," Chief Swan said gruffly, "Bells tells me that you're her boyfriend in New York." A secret thrill ran through me. She actually told her father I was her boyfriend? "But she also told me you haven't been treating her right, Edward. I don't appreciate that for my daughter. My daughter deserves the best."

"Yes," I responded. "I agree wholeheartedly. That's why I'm here, sir – to beg her forgiveness. I haven't been acting as gentlemanly as I should. I've taken some time to reevaluate my priorities and now realize that Isabella is to be my number one priority instead of work. I've been a workaholic most of my life and need to make some changes. Hopefully she will listen to me and take me back."

Chief Swan took another bite of his meal and said, "Please – call me Charlie. Bells is a pretty level-headed girl, although somewhat stubborn. I think she'll hear you out if she thinks you're sincere."

I smiled and said, "Thank you, Charlie. Would you please tell me where she is so I can work on getting her back?"

"Sure, Edward. She's walking down on First Beach at La Push. You probably saw the sign for La Push when you were driving into town."

"I did," I replied.

I got up to leave. Charlie reached over to shake my hand. "Let me know how things go," he said. I assured him I would.

I drove my rental car to La Push and found my motel easy enough – it was the only one there. I placed my luggage in my room, then walked out to the beach. The sky looked like it was threatening to begin raining at any moment and the wind had picked up right out here on the Pacific Ocean.

I spotted a lone figure walking on the beach. She needed to be inside as it was cold out here. She was wearing jeans and a hoodie sweatshirt.

"Isabella!" I called out. The name was caught by the wind and snatched up toward the sky seemingly as soon as it left my mouth.

I jogged in her direction and soon caught up with her. There's no way she couldn't have heard my approach as the stones clattered under my shoes.

I gently took her elbow in my hand and said her name again, "Isabella."

She stopped walking immediately and wrenched her elbow out of my grasp. She said in a measured tone, "What do you want, Edward?"

"I want you," I replied.

"Well, you certainly have a difficult time showing that. I suppose if I hadn't smartened up and left, I could've been your dirty, little secret for years."

"No, Isabella…" I attempted to interject.

"No what?" she yelled, turning now to face me. I could see her beautiful face was streaked with tears.

"I don't want you to be my dirty, little secret at all. I was a fool for doing that. I was scared, Isabella. I didn't know where Cullen International left off and Edward Cullen began. I've taken a good, long look at what I've been doing with my life. That's not how I want to live anymore."

Isabella said through her tears, "No, Edward, don't. Go back to New York. Go back to the company you're successfully running. I understand its importance to you. It's what you want and need in your life. I was just a speed bump on your road to success."

I ran a frustrated hand through my hair and implored, "Isabella, please. That is not how I feel about you at all."

"What the hell was all that secretive stuff about?" she demanded.

I took her hand in mind and thankfully, she let me continue to hold it. "I saw how you were with the press in Chicago, love. You were terrified of them. I didn't want to subject you to more of that in New York. When we start dating publically, the press will be all over both of us like vultures. Are you prepared for that?"

She chewed on her bottom lip in indecision for a bit, so I steamed full speed ahead. I dropped to my knees in front of her and just like a really bad movie, the sky unleashed a torrent of rain on First Beach. Fan-fucking-tabulous. Well, I wasn't going without a fight, dammit. She was going to hear me out.

"Love, I'm not ashamed of you. I want to be with you in every way possible. I am truly sorry for how things have gone between us. I do want to take you out and show you off to the world. If you see me getting all workaholic again, you need to tell me. Please, Isabella, tell me you forgive me."

I chanced a glance up at her through my lashes to see the rain had soaked her clean through and she was standing in front of me with her teeth chattering. Oh holy hell – what was I doing? I was on my knees, apologizing to the love of my life when clearly she needed to be inside, warm and dry.

I shot up off my knees, scooped up Isabella in my arms and ran through the rain and wind to my motel room. It seemed she was even colder by the time we arrived at the motel. She was shaking uncontrollably as her teeth continued to chatter.

Once inside the motel room, I stood her up near the bathroom and started the shower. "Isabella," I said gently, "you need to get in the shower to get warm." She looked at me warily. Did I need to beg her here as well? "Please, love? You're freezing and your clothes are soaked clean through."

I helped her remove her clothing as she was shivering so badly she could barely do it herself. There was nothing sexual about it. She needed to get warm and I wanted to help her toward that goal. As soon as she was undressed, she went into the bathroom and I shut the door behind her, hoping to hold the heat and steam in there as long as possible.

I took off my wet clothing as well. From my suitcase, I got out a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants for Isabella. I knew they would be too big for her, but they would keep her warm. Once the shower shut off, I told Isabella dry clothing was waiting for her just outside the door.

I got into the bed to warm it up for her. I heard the bathroom door open and then close again quickly. Finally she emerged – looking so damn cute in my clothing I wanted to grin at her, but I knew now wasn't the time or place.

"Come, Isabella," I said to her softly, as I lifted up the bed covers on her side of the bed. She looked at me dubiously. "Please be reasonable, love. You're freezing and need to get warm. I'm not going to touch you inappropriately."

This seemed to appease her as she crossed the room and got into the bed beside me. I drew her into my arms as I knew body heat would be the best thing to warm her up. She snuggled closer to me as she drew from my warmth and was soon asleep.

I knew our discussion wasn't fully over, but she was at least sleeping with me again – at the moment. My hands ran down the length of her hair until I, too, fell blissfully asleep.