A/N: Hey everyone…thought I would try my hand at a twilight story. This is my second story that I'm writing and I'm currently writing my first one at the same time. I haven't read something like this story I will be writing so I hope you guys like it…
I've decided to reload the chapters with the correct grammar and spelling so give thanks to LaFleurOrange
Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to SM
It was an unusually hot day as I walked past the sparking pool that reflected the sunrays. My eyes were squinted against the glare. I was glad that I had gone with the flip-flops instead of the low heels, especially being by water. It would have been just my luck if I slipped and fell into the pool. Flip-flops weren't that professional but it was summer and the job that I was looking for was a pool server. It didn't have to be that professional did it?
Well, I hoped not because I needed this job. More than I needed anything. I had applied to many fast food places, clothing stores, grocery stores, and other places. I hadn't received a call or an interview back from any of those places. I had called multiple times wanting to speak to a hiring manager but he always seemed to 'be out' or 'in a meeting' I had put applications in Forks, where I lived, Port Angeles, and Seattle, where I currently was.
I was happy that my good truck had brought me this far. It wasn't that reliable, so I was a bit surprised that it got me here. I left early in the morning just to arrive at this Hotel. It was one of the nicest hotels in Seattle. I had applied and hadn't gotten a response, once again, and got so frustrated that I decided maybe if I showed up, I would get a better chance at getting the job. I had applied for housekeeping, pool server, and front desk attendant, and I was going to each management and demand that they at least look over my application.
When I arrived at Housekeeping, I was told to come back in an hour. I was pissed but I held it in and now was making my way towards pool service. Why couldn't anyone see how much I wanted a job? Yes, I didn't have college degree but that didn't mean I couldn't do simple and basic jobs.
This job was going to either make me or break me. If I didn't get this, well, my life as I knew of was over. No one could help.
I finally reached the little cabana that held the pool service. I knocked on the flimsy door waiting for it to open. When it did, a cute tall blond with a red and white bikini top and white shorts stood in front of me with a clipboard in her hands. If I got this job was that something I would have to wear? I hoped not.
"Can I help you?" she asked in a false cheery voice.
I smiled softly. "I wanted to know if your hiring manager was in?"
"Oh." The cheery voice faded into a bored one. She probably thought I was a guest or something. "Umm…" She looked behind her for a few seconds before looking back at me. "Let me see if he's here."
She left me outside while she went back in. I sighed as my eyes scanned the poolside. The pool was huge and there was a pretty decent crowd out. I saw some of the servers with trays of drinks, and I wondered if I would be able to do that seeing how I was so clumsy and all.
"He's not here at the moment. He's in a meeting," my eyes snapped back to the blonde. "I can take your name and number and he'll call you," she said with a tight smile.
I sighed and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "Well do you know when he'll be back?"
"No." she snipped. "Look I have to get back to work. I'll make sure he calls you…" she left off waiting for my name.
"Bella." I said. "Bella Swan." I gave her my number, knowing that he probably wasn't going to call.
I turned around made my way back inside the hotel. Of course knowing me, something had to happen before I made it back. As I was walking my flip-flop suddenly decided that it would be nice to slip a little on the small puddle of water that was on the hot tile by the pool. You would think just because I didn't fall that it wouldn't really make it an accident. No. Instead, to prevent myself from falling I grabbed on to the first thing my hand reached out to. A Pool Server who had a tray of lemonade in his hands.
He was so startled by my strong grip to keep myself up that the tray of lemonade fell from him, and the sweet liquid splashed on him and the woman that was sunbathing on a beach chair.
"Oh my god!" I said shocked as I put a hand over my open mouth.
"Oh miss, miss I'm sorry." The Pool Server exclaimed as he quickly bent down and picked up the empty glasses that were on top of the women. He looked up at me, his blue eyes glaring and I took a step back.
"I'm sorry." I said but I didn't think anyone heard me since a towel boy rushed up trying to clean up the mess from the women and the ground. The woman's brown hair was soaked, as well as her bathing suit as she got up and complained loudly. She had to be in her late thirties but she was acting like a ten year old as she stomped her feet and whined.
I bit my lip and backed away knowing that if I had pointed out that it was my fault I wouldn't get the job. I quickly made my way into the hotel, getting some strange looks from some of the guests, some with slight smiles on their faces. They saw me.
I looked back once more through the glass doors to see the woman stomp off in irritation and shrugged my shoulders. Could this day get any worse? If I didn't get to talk to this front desk manager person, it would. Who would have thought that a twenty-four year old couldn't get a job? Well one without a college education? It wasn't my fault that I wasn't able to go to college straight out of high school like my other classmates. I had tried to apply to financial aid, wanting any type of assistance to get me out of that…place, but was denied. My father made too much money. Which in reality he didn't. Especially where he was going. I shook my head, I didn't need to think about that right now.
Making my way to the front desk I looked upon a young guy around sixteen or so talking on a phone. His dark short-cropped hair stood out against the all white uniform that he had on. I waited patiently until he got off. My eyes took in the sights around me.
There was a bellhop that was trying to fit pieces of luggage on that rolling thing…I didn't know what it's called. A few people were sitting in the large lobby reading the newspaper, or their notebooks, or drinking coffee. The place was busy but I expected nothing less from a hotel like this. I licked my dry lips and my eyes suddenly stopped on the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on. Seriously.
I couldn't take my eyes off of the copper hair that looked like it hadn't been brushed all morning. It was wild and crazy but sexy nonetheless. They moved down against his pale skin and landed on his eyes. The most beautiful eyes I had ever sat my own brown one's on. Green couldn't even describe the color. I didn't know what could. They were vibrant, electric, and beautiful. I finally looked away from those soul-searching eyes down to his mouth. And what a beautiful mouth it was. Thoughts of how that mouth would feel against mine made me blush and I scanned the rest of his body. He was lean, and if I would have to guess, probably toned. He was tall also. If I was right next to him I would have to lean my head back just to look up into his eyes…oh his eyes…
I looked back up at that thought and couldn't help but to feel the blood pour into my cheeks as I saw him watching me also. He had a small smile on his face as if he knew what I was doing. My heart was beginning to race miles, and I felt myself tremble just a bit. My mouth dropped open a little.
"Can I help you?" a voice suddenly called out.
My eyes snapped from the green-eyed beauty and onto the teenager who had just placed the phone back on the receiver. I gasped for breath and smiled shakily at him. "Get a grip, Bella," I told myself.
"Yes, um, I had applied for a front desk greeter and I was just wondering if your hiring manager was in." I asked softly.
The teen sighed and picked back up the phone. I didn't hear a word he said because I was too concentrated on trying to keep my eyes off the handsome man. I stared hard down at the counter telling myself not to look. Just when I felt myself on the verge of giving up, the teen spoke up.
"I'm sorry. He's not in right now. I can take your name and number and have him get back to you."
All thoughts of green eyes flew out my mind as my mouth dropped open in shock. Gone? Again! I shook my head. I was getting so sick and tired of trying to find a job! How hard could it be? I scoffed and looked back at the teenager, my eyes narrowed.
"Do you know when he'll be back?" I asked a little anger in my voice.
"Nope." he said coolly.
I laughed humorlessly. "Look, I have been to housekeeping, pool service, and now you and every single manger is gone. I just want to talk to someone about getting a job. That's all. Why can't I talk to someone? Anyone!"
"Look, I just work here. The Manager isn't in, and it's not like I can hire you okay. So like I said give me your name and number and he'll call.," the guy said tiredly.
"No he won't. Just like everyone else hasn't called." I seethed my voice rising just a bit.
The boy looked around but I could care less about the audience that we attracted.
"Ma'am, please let's not make a scene. All I can do is tell him to give you a call."
I bit my lip, knowing I wasn't going to get anywhere with him and I breathed hard though my nose. "Fine." I bit out.
I turned around and walked towards the bar, knowing I needed something to help me relax. What was I going to do? I knew that they probably weren't going to call. The only thing to do was look for other jobs in Seattle. I sat far down at the end of the bar not wanting to be out in the open so I could wallow in my selflessness, by myself.
The bartender, a girl that had crazy pink hair and a rebel look to her, made her way over to me. I ordered an apple martini, I loved those things just because they were green, and put my head in my hands. I went over places where I could get applications.
I once again asked myself why I was doing it? I asked myself if it was worth it? Of course it was. It was my house. The house I grew up in. I couldn't just let the bank take it away because of stupid Charlie. Just thinking that name set my blood boiling. This was all his fault. He was the drunk, the gambler. Damn him.
"Is this seat taken?"
I jumped up, so startled that my drink toppled over and feel behind the bar. I cursed under my breath as I grabbed napkins to clean up the green liquid. The bartender quickly came over and cleaned up the mess, scoffing while she did it. She asked me if I wanted another and I shook my head. I didn't have enough money for two.
I sighed and looked towards the voice that had asked the question and my eyes widened. Green-eyes was sitting right next to me with a smile on his face. I blushed thinking about how accident-prone I was.
"What did you have?" he asked. His voice was like silk. I felt myself tremble again and put my hands in my lap twisting them nervously.
"Apple martini." I said softly.
He nodded his head. "Get her the apple Martini, and I'll have Jack on the rocks."
I said nothing as the bartender left to make our drinks. I continued to look at him, amazed at how much beautiful he was up close. Could I use the word beautiful for me? Well, for him I could because he was. We each said nothing until our drinks were in front of us. I watched as he took a healthy swig of his drink, I took a little sip of mine.
"Thank you." I said.
"You're very welcome."
I took my eyes from him and stared at the drink. What was he doing here?
"I've been watching you," he said softly.
Okay… wait, what? I looked at him with wide eyes and scooted back on my chair away from him.
"What, are you some kind of stalker?" I asked not wanting to blush at the sudden outburst, but of course did.
He laughed and it was like angels singing. Okay Bella, stop thinking of cheesy lines.
"No. I mean I've seen you. I um…I saw you outside, by the pool area, I think you almost slipped and spilled lemonade on some woman?"
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "The waiter did that. I was just…there." I defended myself.
"And of course I saw you in the lobby. Seems like you're having a bad day."
"Yeah, if you want to call not having managers in when I need them to be so I can ask for a job that I really need, then yeah, bad day." I said taking another sip.
He nodded his head thoughtfully. "A job? You seemed pretty…desperate."
I looked at him and shrugged my shoulders. Should I tell him the reason I was so desperate was because Charlie gambled our house mortgage payments away and now the bank was coming and to take my childhood home, and current residence away from us? No he didn't need that much information.
"Everyone needs to work." I said simply.
He was quiet for a moment and I just looked at him. I was a bit curious as to why he just came over and started to talk. Maybe it was because I really did seem like I was having a bad day and he was just one of those nice people.
"I'm Isabella Swan, but you can call me Bella. " I said holding out my hand for him to shake.
My voice must have shaken him out of his thought because he looked at me suddenly and grabbed my hand. I couldn't help but to have a little, barely hearable gasp leave my lips. I felt tingles going through my hands to my stomach and I couldn't help but have a smile on my face.
"Edward Cullen." he said smiling back at me. "So Bella, what kind of job are you looking for?"
I shook my head. "Anything really. Just something that will bring in a paycheck."
"Hmm…" he said softly and I looked at him. What was he thinking? "I uh…I have a business proposition, and you seemed to be the type of person that would do…well." he said slowly as though he wasn't sure of himself.
I gave him a questioning look. "Really? You're not one of those phony directors who tell girls they can be models and have them take off their clothes, videotape them and take all their money are you? Because one, I'm not that pretty, and two you better get away from me."
He laughed and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"No, no, I promise I'm not some phony director…even though you're very beautiful."
I blushed at the comment but completely ignored it. "Then how can you offer me a job without knowing anything about me?"
He shrugged his shoulder taking another big swig of his drink, he sighed. "Well…like I said. I've been watching you and I'm a good judge of character."
I bit my lip and sighed. "What's the job?"
He looked down at the table taking several deep breaths, before looking back up at me. His green eyes seemed to burn into mine.
"I want you to become my wife," he said confidently.
Wife? Whoa! Time out! My mouth dropped open in shock and I looked around us trying to see if I was being Punk'd. The bar was pretty empty except for another couple at the other end and a business man in the middle minding their own business. I looked back at Edward shock still written in my face.
"What?!" I whispered loudly.
"I need you to become my wife. You're the perfect women," he said taking another sip, finishing up his drink. He grabbed the bartender's attention and asked for another one. I just sat there and looked at him as if he was crazy. Wife? Who was this man? He knew nothing about me and I surely knew nothing about him! Was he in love with me or something? Did he believe in that love at first sight bull?
After getting his drink, I exhaled loudly still looking at his handsome profile.
"Wife? I--you…how…I don't…what?" I stuttered not embarrassed in the least because I was so confused.
He sighed and nodded his head. "You're shocked." he stated.
"You think? You just asked me to be your wife and we don't even know each other! I mean…" I swallowed the rest of my martini myself before getting another from the bartender. It was going on his tab anyway.
He waited until I took it and got another drink before he explained himself.
"I need a wife in order to keep my company." he said shifting a little.
"I don't understand." I really didn't understand.
"I'm vice president of this…contracting company and I can become co-president with my brother soon, but the board seems to think that I'm a bit out of control, which I'm not." he said stubbornly. "They've agreed that I seem to put the company's reputation on the line. They think I party too much, which once again I don't. I need to show them that I can settle down, that I can be a respected businessman. I figured if I had a respected wife on my arm, they'll give the position to me."
What? I stared at him. Who did that? Who just came up to someone and asked them to marry them because of a business argument? I shook my head in disbelief. I knew I should walk away but I couldn't help but to be a bit intrigued about what else he had to say. Besides, how many times could a girl be proposed to in this way?
"Well, why can't your brother just tell them that you can be co president? I mean he is president right? He rules over them." I asked still confused. I didn't know a lot about business.
"It doesn't work like that. The truth is that the board has more power then the president it seems." he sighed. "Anyway, I believe that this is the only way they'll agree to the position."
"Why can't you just change your partying ways that you, so called, don't have?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. Of course he was a partier. If he was this desperate to have a wife then he must have done some things his board thinks was unforgivable.
"I don't to party like they say I do." he sighed. "Besides, they would think that once I get my position I'll go back doing what they think I do, which I don't."
I nodded my head that made sense.
"But if I have a wife, they'd think that I have someone who will keep me stable, someone who wouldn't let me fall."
Yep, that made sense, but still. He wanted to marry me. I was sure there were plenty other beautiful women out there besides me.
"Why me?" I asked softly. " I mean… I'm sure you know many girls out there that would love to marry you. Why me?"
He ran his hands through his hair. "The girls I know…. they're …no marriage material. They are a bit…out there in society. I want someone who seems down to earth, someone that seems reliable, someone that would be able to charm the board members without seeming to fake. Someone they don't know. I'm sure that the board members wouldn't think I would ever go for someone like you because of your personality…"
"Personality?" I snapped. "You know nothing about my personality."
"Maybe not a lot, but I do know that you don't quit when something gets hard, you're nice, you're down to earth, you are not a flaunter. The board members would definitely think that this was a set up."
"Then why ask me?"
He took a sip and grin at me. I swallowed hard. "Because you're beautiful. You see the board will see all those things I mentioned and they'll see your beauty. They'll know that I was attracted to you physically before anything else. They would realize that you changed me into be a better man."
I gasped. Wow. "You have this all worked out huh?" I asked.
He said nothing but shrugged his shoulders. I sighed and took another sip of my drink. This was not happening to me. This was something that happened in books and movies. Not in real life. I looked at him to find that he was staring at me hard. I blushed and tucked my hair behind my ears feeling nervous.
"What um…what do I get out of it?" I asked suddenly wondering what would be the point of me marrying me. I knew what it was for him, but what was in it for me.
"What do you want?" he asked casually as though we were at a restaurant and I could order anything off the menu.
I looked away and down at my hands. This couldn't be happening. I needed enough money by the end of the year to keep my home out of the banks hand and that was a lot of money. Could I ask him for that much amount…then again I would be his wife. That was a huge thing all by itself. Maybe sacrificing my marriage-hood could save my home. Was he that rich that he could but my house. There was no way. Yeah, he did say he was vice president, but buying a home for someone else... I just couldn't believe it.
I shook my head softly. This was a joke. A bad and horrible joke. Who did he think he was? Was he a predator? Did he smell my weakness and wanted to take advantage of me or something. Jackass!
"Anything you want Bella." he said softly.
I felt goose bumps rise on my arms as he said my name. He said it beautifully. I never really liked my name, always thinking that it belonged to someone, not like me. But when he said it, I shivered, wow. I cleared my head of the thoughts and went back to the situation at hand. I looked up at him making sure I had a disbelief look in my eye.
"Anything huh?" I mocked. "What if I wanted a new car?"
"What kind?" he asked with a smirk, as though he knew what I was doing.
My lips curled up in a sneer. "What if I wanted you to pay for my college tuition?"
"What school?" he took a sip of his drink a smile behind the glass.
"An expensive one. I haven't been to college yet so it'll be all four years."
He sat his drink down and frowned. "You haven't gone to college? How old are you?"
I smiled. "So now the questions come. I'm twenty-four. And no I couldn't afford college, especially not right now."
He sighed and nodded his head. "Is that why you're so desperate wanting work? So you can pay for college?"
I bit my lip nervously knowing that wasn't the reason. Yeah, I did want to go to college. It was a huge dream of mine to major in English Literature, but with my father gambling everything that was valuable, and me not having a job currently it just wasn't possible.
"No, um...that's not the reason." I said twisting my hands in my lap.
"What is it? You can tell me."
I looked up at him to find him looking very concerned. That shocked me. There was worry in his eyes. Why would he worry about me? No one did. His green eyes sucked me in, telling me that I could tell him anything and everything.
"I don't want to lose my home." I heard myself say, tears forming in the back of my eyes. I knew it was a stupid reaction, but it was my home. It was the place that I grew up in. I had some great memories in that house until about five years ago when everything went downhill. I shook my head to get rid of the memories again. I hated the memories.
"Oh Bella." he said with a sigh.
I tensed as I saw him reach his hand out and softly cup my face. His hand was a bit cold but comforting. He was looking deeply into my eyes and I suddenly felt as though I wasn't worthy enough to look back at him. The tears continued to build and I couldn't help but to scold myself because of it. I was so suddenly emotional, but I held those tears back.
"Are you alright?" he whispered.
I nodded and pulled back from his hand and closed my eyes. "I'm fine."
He sighed and dropped his hand. I looked up at him through my lashes and saw that he was thinking pretty hard. He ran his hands though his copper hair and I suddenly wanted to be the one that did that.
"So I guess you're going to lose your house?" he said slowly.
"It's not just a house. It's my home."
"Is that what you want? For me to save your home."
I sighed and leaned against the bar. I put my handsome my forehead and shook my head. "This can't be happening." I whispered to myself.
I heard him sigh again and I was getting ready to ask him to stop. That sigh that came from his lips always had a double meaning.
"Look, you obviously need to think about it. I can give you until tomorrow, noon. Where are you staying?" he said strictly.
I looked up at him shocked. Noon. His voice was rough and tired. "I--I'm not--I--" I couldn't help but to stutter, I didn't know what to say.
"I'll get you a room, I'm in room 903, come by tomorrow before noon to let me know--"
"I don't need you to get me a room!" I snapped at him. Who in the hell did he think he was to just demand to get me a room? He didn't know my plans.
He raised his eyebrows. "Well then, do you live here in Seattle?" he asked.
"Then are you staying with someone?"
"Then do you already have a room?"
"No! But I don't need you to tell me that you can get them a room. I don't need your money!" I sneered at him. I picked up my purse and got from my seat. I didn't need this. I had always hated when people took pity on me because I couldn't afford the finer things in life.
I started to walk away when I felt his cool hand on my arm, making the goose bumps arrive again. I stopped and looked back at him. He had an apologetic look on his face and I couldn't understand why. He had seemed so insistent a few minutes ago.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I guess I'm just in a hurry to do this whole thing. I didn't mean to be so…irritable. Can you let me know tomorrow…whatever your answer is?" He asked. He dropped his hand from my arm and shrugged his shoulders.
I nodded slowly and he gave me one last smile before he took his leave, leaving me standing there, for a few minutes still in a bit of a shock of what just happened. I threw my head back and gasped. Before I stomped off tiredly towards the front desk. I looked through my purse wondering if I had enough money to get the cheapest room there.
The same teenage guy was still sitting at the desk and he rolled his eyes as he saw me.
"Ma'am, the manger isn't back yet. I told you--"
"I need a room." I cut him off as impolitely as possible.
He gave me a surprised look and I narrowed my eyes at him. What was so surprising about that? He nodded his head and went to the computer that sat next to him on the desk.
"I need an ID, and the type of room you'd like."
I picked through my wallet and withdrew my license giving it to him. "The cheapest room you have."
He smiled knowingly and I bit my lip as to not say anything that would not get me a room for the night. I waited patiently as he typed my information into the computer. He suddenly stopped and looked at me.
"Um it seems like you already have a room. Miss Swan." He said looking at the computer and back at me.
"What? No…no, I haven't--"
"Well it says that an Isabella Swan already has a room. Room 736. It's one of our suites."
I scoffed and shook my head. "It must be another Isabella Swan." I said shifting the few bills around in my wallet.
"There's is a note…" he trialed off. "…It says, "If you don't take the room Bella, I'll come and take you to it myself. Think of it as a pre wedding present?"
My eyes blazed and the guy actually took a step backwards and looked at me as though I was crazy.
"That bas--he--I-- damn it!"
"Hum…So do you want the room or not?" he asked holding up the key card.
I sighed and snatched the key from him. Well since it was already paid for. Still he would be getting an earful tomorrow.
"Right. You're room is on the seventh floor. Oh um…Miss. Swan, it also says that if you are in need of anything, that it's at our service. Anything at all."
I let out a long breath and shook my head. "Whatever." I took my only luggage, my purse, and made my way to the elevators. As I waited for the elevator to come I felt someone watching me. God I hated that feeling. I turned around just to see if my instincts were right. They were and I was surprised. There he was standing against a column just looking at me. I narrowed my eyes and was about to take a step to him when I heard a ding. I looked at the elevator that let the people out. I took a step in deciding I would just deal with him tomorrow. I had a lot to think about, I thought as the elevators closed on his thoughtful face.
Authors Note: So since I'm writing two stories, I need some reviews to help keep me in the zone to continue writing and that is where you part comes in. Leave me a review or questions…I'll answer them as long as they don't reveal the story.