A/N: I don't own anything Twilight related, that's all SM.
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After our conversation that Saturday night and after we made out like teenagers on my couch for an hour, we decided it would be best to take things slow. Which apparently meant that we'd have breakfast on Sunday, a working lunch Monday and Wednesday, and dinner at my place Friday night. Thankfully, work was so busy the following week we didn't have time to think about 'us' at the office.
Saturday, Edward had plans to help his brother out, and I spent the day with Alice shopping. True to form, Alice had 100 questions she was dying to ask.
"So, what's the deal with you and Edward?"
I rolled my eyes. Here we go. "We're taking things slow," I stated.
Simple, straight to the point and honest: the best answer I could give her.
"But you're dating, right?"
"I guess you could call it that, although we haven't really been on a date."
"What are you doing tonight?"
"He's helping Emmett with something, moving something, building something, I'm not sure. It sounded like guy work." I looked at the rack of dresses in front of me, trying to decide if I needed something new. I had just plucked a sexy red dress off the rack when Alice came up behind me.
"That's hot. You should wear it for Edward."
"Ya think?" I asked, looking in the mirror, holding the dress in front of me.
"Definitely, your boobs will look great in that," Alice said, pushing me into the dressing room.
I quickly tried it on, and of course the little pixie was right. My boobs looked awesome, and I had just the right pair of heels to go with it. Now all I needed to do is get that first date.
Of course it would be perfect in every way. He would wear a black suit with a white shirt and his hair would be in perfect disarray. Edward would bring me a bouquet of stargazer lilies, my favorite flowers. We would dine in a fine Italian restaurant, our table lit by candlelight. We would spend the night talking about our childhoods and our lifelong dreams. Dinner would be capped off by feeding each other a piece of tiramisu. After dinner we would walk along the water hand in hand, stopping occasionally to share a passionate kiss. My hands would travel down his muscular back to his wonderfully sculpted ass. His hands would pull me close so I could feel the evidence of his arousal. Passersby would know we were deeply in love…
A knocking sound drug me from my daydream. Whoa… did I say 'in love?' I'll have to look into that first date scenario again later. Alice poked her head in the dressing room to see if I was done. In her arms were about 20 things she picked out and needed to try on.
After giving a thumbs up or down to each of her items and making our purchases, Alice and I sat down to lunch at a little cafe. We chatted about this and that, but I could tell there was something on her mind. Her foot was tapping a mile a minute and she kept trying to avoid my gaze. If you didn't know Alice as long as I did, you wouldn't pick up on her quirks, but to me it was like she was holding up a sign that read 'something's wrong'.
"What is it Alice?"
She looked up, surprised that I called her out.
Before giving me her answer, she sighed. "I hated seeing you two fight last week. Have you talked to Rose?"
"No, I'm waiting for her to apologize."
In all honesty, I was surprised I hadn't heard from her at all. It's not like Rose to be able to admit when she's wrong. She still holds a grudge with her 'best friend' from elementary school, who supposedly broke her favorite crayon. Ridiculous? Yeah we all think so too.
"From what I heard, Emmett dug into her pretty hard the next morning," Alice said as she took a drink of her water.
"I knew I liked him," I mumbled to myself.
The waitress brought our lunch then and we scarfed down our sandwiches like we hadn't eaten in days. Just as I was finishing my drink, Alice opened her mouth, "So was he as good the second time?"
"Alice!" I choked.
Alice could consider herself lucky I hadn't spit my drink all over her; that was really the last thing I expected her to say.
"What?" she asked. "You said he was amazing the first time. I wanted to see if there was a repeat performance."
"What part of 'we're taking it slow' didn't you understand?"
She sat in thought for a second. "I just thought you meant around the office."
"Oh no, we're doing the whole dating thing, getting to know you thing. You know, taking it slow." I emphasized the last part a little. Not that in the back of my mind I wasn't wondering the same thing. I mean seven times had to be a fluke, right? Maybe I had lost track counting; I had been drinking that first night after all. He really couldn't have made me orgasm seven times, or could he? I might have to look into this the next time I have him alone.
Thankfully, she dropped the conversation. We paid for our lunch, and we continued our afternoon of shopping. We called it a day shortly after Alice picked out a pair of what she called "fuck me shoes" for me to wear on our first date. I have to admit, they were pretty hot. They found their way into my bag with little fuss from me.
Just as I was about to go to bed, I received a text from Edward.
Good night babe.
Monday morning crept up quicker than I wanted, and I found myself at my desk earlier than I would like.
"It is now," I replied, eyeing up the large coffee he was setting down in front of me. I took a small sip, testing to see if it was too hot. It wasn't.
I glanced at Edward who was now sitting in the seat next to my desk. The smug look on his face instantly made my panties wet.
Oh my god, what did I just say? I meant the coffee, not him. Or did I? And how did this man have such an effect on me with just one look?
"So what are we doing today boss?" he asked, taking a sip of his own coffee and licking the rim of the cup. How I wanted to be that cup.
It took me a minute to gain my speaking abilities, and when I did I'm sure he could tell I was slightly flustered.
"Uh, we're proofreading some pamphlets and a stack of documents that got dropped on my desk this morning."
"Great. How about we split it up? You take half and I take half. We'll get done faster that way."
I forwarded him the files and got comfortable because it was going to be a long and boring morning.
It was just about lunchtime when my phone beeped and the receptionist told me there was a delivery waiting for me in the lobby. I saved my work and went to find out what it could possibly be. As I walked into the lobby, Jessica was just getting off the phone.
"Here you go Bella," she said as she lifted a large vase of lilies from behind the desk.
"Um… thanks." I was dumbfounded. Who would send me flowers? It's not my birthday. Wait… Edward? Nah… maybe?
The boy gets credit for guessing my favorite flowers though…
Everyone seemed to look my way as I walked back to my office. Great, now there's going to be rumors running wild. Just what we don't need.
As I passed Edwards desk I nodded my head towards my office. He got up and followed me, closing the door behind him. Wonderful, that will just fan the flames.
"This is sweet, but you didn't have to." I said putting them on my desk.
"Um, you're welcome, but I didn't," he replied looking confused.
"Well, if they're not from you, who sent them?"
Edward looked confused for a moment then said, "Look to see if there's a card." Did I detect a hint of jealousy in his voice?
I gently dug through the flowers, but found no note. "Nothing," I said as I looked at the beautiful arrangement.
"Oh, I wanted to find out what you were doing Thursday," Edward asked.
"Normally Charlie flies in to visit, but he pulled the short straw and has to work the weekend. Alice is going to be with Jasper, so I guess it's take out for me."
"Absolutely not! You're coming to dinner with me," Edward stated matter-of-factly.
"To your parents?" I've never done the 'meet the parents' thing before, let alone on a holiday like Thanksgiving.
"Of course. Trust me, you don't want me to make dinner," he joked. "Unless you want to have the fire department on standby."
Wow. This is a big step, right? Meeting the parents. Talk about a first date. Wait, how many people are we talking about here? Am I meeting his parents or his whole family? Wow. I just went from dinner-for-one to a whole get together.
By the expectant look on his face I realized I never actually answered his invitation. "Sure, just let me know where and when." I thought for a second before continuing, "Oh, and can I bring anything? Charlie ranted and raved about my pecan pie." I always made a second, just for the guys at the station.
"I'm 100% sure Esme will say no, but I'll check with her tonight."
Wow, my first serious relationship and it starts out with meeting his parents.
The week flew by, and before I knew it I was standing in my living room waiting for Edward to pick me up for Thanksgiving dinner. He told me yesterday that it was casual and to wear something comfortable. But who really wears sweats to Thanksgiving dinner? And I was meeting his parents for heaven sakes! I have to make a good impression. So I threw on a nice pair of jeans, a form fitting sweater and my new pair of Christian Louboutins… aka: my fuck me shoes.
'Everything is a little better with some hot shoes on your feet,' or so Alice's motto goes. I gotta admit, that girl has some good mottos.
Edward was exactly on time, and we drove to his parent's house in his shiny, silver Volvo. Just as we were about to pull up to the house, he turned to me and took my fidgeting hand in his.
"What are you so worried about?"
"I've never done the whole 'meet the parents' thing," I shyly replied.
"Don't worry, they're going to love you," he said.
"If you say so. Do they know I'm your boss?"
"Yeah, why? Does that bother you?" he asked as he kissed the back of my hand.
"I don't know. I mean… I just... I don't want anyone thinking you're sleeping your way up the company, or something."
"Bella, believe me, my family is going to be too excited to meet you to even consider that. I think they thought I was gay for the longest time."
I gape at him. "Really?"
"Yeah, I haven't brought anyone home in years," he admitted quietly.
"Why? Surely you had many a girlfriend in your time."
"Yeah, just not the kind you want to take home to mom."
"I just hope they don't get out the baby pictures."
"And now I can't wait," I said, smirking. There was nothing better than the prospect of baby pictures. I love how he always has a way to calm my nerves.
We pulled up to what I would call a small mansion, although Edward just referred to it as 'home.' He walked around and opened the door for me, giving me his hand to help me out. As he closed the door, he gave me a quick peck on the lips and whispered, "Thanks for coming with me."
I smiled and was about to thank him for bringing me when there was a loud voice I recognized bellowing from the front door. "Quit making out and get in here so we can eat!"
I couldn't help but laugh and yell back, "Hi, Emmett!"
Edward and I walked up to the house, and Emmett pulled me into a bear hug. "Good to see you again, Bella."
He was hugging me so tight I could barely breathe. When he finally put me down, I punched him in the arm. "That's for trying to suffocate me."
Edward set the pie down before he took my jacket, and we walked into the living room. What I saw there was a bit of a surprise. On the couch was Edward's Aunt Esme chatting away with Rosalie. In retrospect, I should have assumed Rose would be there.
Esme jumped up to hug Edward and then pulled me into a hug. "It's so nice to meet you Bella! Edward's told us so much about you."
"Thanks for having me. You have a beautiful home." Fortunately my voice didn't waver from the nerves shooting through my body.
Esme took my hand and pulled me behind her. "Let me give you the grand tour."
We passed through the foyer and entered the kitchen. It was modern but still felt lived in. She explained in detail how they renovated it and while she was talking I began to feel more at ease. We were on our way out when a timer went off.
"Oh, that's the potatoes. Boys, do you mind helping me with the turkey? Your dad will be home soon. He got called in this morning for an emergency surgery."
"What can I do to help?" I asked. It felt strange to go from making the whole meal for Charlie and myself to making just a pie.
"Oh no dear, you're a guest. You don't have to do anything." Esme replied ushering me back into the living room with Rose.
This was sure to be an interesting conversation.
I sat at the other end of the couch and played with the hem of my sweater. I almost didn't hear her when she spoke, she whispered so quietly.
I looked towards her and she really did look sorry. But I had to know why she said all those things at her birthday dinner.
"What do you have against Edward?"
Rosalie looked down at her hands in her lap before answering. "That's the thing; I don't have anything against him. From what I hear from Emmett, he's a really good guy," she paused. "I just had too much to drink and got a little carried away."
"I'd say so," I muttered out loud.
If she heard me, she chose to ignore my comment. "Did you enjoy your surprise?"
My surprise? What was she talking about? And then it clicked… the flowers!
"That was you?"
"Who did you think it was?"
I chuckled before answering her, "We weren't sure, there was no card."
"Those morons, I told them to add a card saying 'I'm sorry' in the flowers. Well, at least you got them."
"I did, and for the record, you're forgiven. We've all done or said something stupid when we were drinking."
"I know, I'm just so sorry for the things I said. It's none of my business who you sleep with or when," Rose said.
"Don't you forget it," I joked as I leaned in for a hug.
Rosalie hugged me back and when she pulled away she had a smirk on her face. "You two can stop eavesdropping and come out now."
I turned around to see who she was talking to, and sure enough in walked a happy looking Edward and Emmett. I couldn't help but stare, Edward looked so good in his green shirt that brought out his eyes. I think he caught me staring. Oups, gotta watch myself, his parents' house is not the place to be flirting.
"I told ya, man, leave them alone for a few minutes and they would make up," Emmett said sitting between Rose and I.
"Yea, or start a cat fight," Edward replied, which earned a swat to the arm from me.
We sat there joking like that for a few minutes until we heard voices behind us.
"I love seeing our boys happy," Esme said to the man she was snuggled up against.
Edward hopped up and held his hand out for me. I took it and he led me over to introduce me to his uncle.
"Carlisle, this is Bella. Bella, this is my uncle Carlisle."
I dropped Edwards hand and shook Carlisle's. "It's nice to meet you."
"You too," he said with a smile.
Esme patted his arm and said loud enough for everyone to hear, "Dinner is ready."
As soon as the words left Esme's mouth, Emmett came flying through the doorway like a five year old on Christmas morning.
The dining table was beautifully set, with candles and a huge cornucopia in the center. Carlisle said grace, and we all dug in. Conversation flowed freely and it was nice to see a big family sit down and have dinner together. The way Edward and Emmett joked back and forth, and the way Esme looked lovingly at her two boys. I couldn't tear my eyes off Edward, his joking and laughter was contagious.
I took a look around the table; everyone seemed to be enjoying their slice of pecan pie. I don't know what came over me, but I decided to be a little brazen. I took my shoe off and slowly ran my foot up Edwards calf. He whipped his head in my direction, a surprised look on his face. It was a little hard to do because he was sitting next to me, but I definitely got his attention. Unfortunately, I also got Emmett's attention who was sitting directly across from me. He paused, forkful of pecan pie in mid air and quirked his eyebrow at me. Crap, caught red handed. I'm sure I turned a nice shade of lobster. Thankfully it looked like no one else noticed my under the table activities, and for once Emmett actually kept his mouth shut.
After dinner, Rose and I helped Esme in the kitchen with the dishes even though she insisted we go relax with the boys. Rose washed the pots that couldn't go in the dishwasher, I dried, and Esme put them away. When we were done Esme brought out her favorite bottle of champagne and poured three glasses.
"What are we toasting?" I asked.
"To new family," Esme said with a smirk as she clinked our glasses and took a sip. Rose and I repeated her, and the three of us finished off the bottle. A little later we returned to the living room to find the boys staring at a football game. They all looked like they were in turkey comas, which caused us to laugh. Well, that and the bubbly.
We each went and sat next to our significant other. I've never had a large family to celebrate Thanksgiving with; it was usually just Charlie and I. It was weird, in a nice way, to have more people to share the holiday with.
Esme made her Black Friday shopping plan while we finished watching the game. While everyone else was staring at the TV, I was watching Edward. Football doesn't interest me, especially when I have Edward to stare at and memorize all his features. His nose has a slight bump, and his eyes are the most beautiful shade of emerald green. His hands… I could stare at his hands for hours. Of course I would blush the color of a fire truck because anytime I see his hands I think of all the things he made my body do with those hands. I felt my cheeks redden, and of course that was when he decided to look over at me. He raised his eyebrow in question and I simply bit my lip, trying to contain the giggle that wanted to escape at the thought of being caught thinking dirty things about my boyfriend while spending Thanksgiving with his parents. I was surely going to hell.
When the game was over Edward finished the tour of the house, saving his two favorite rooms for last: the library and his room.
The library was like a dream come true. Four walls covered in books from floor to ceiling. There were a few sitting chairs in the middle on a beautiful throw rug. We probably spent an hour in there looking at all the titles. Edward showed me his favorite and let me know that I could borrow anything I wanted to read. I was going to have to make plans to come back and spend a day lost in a literary heaven.
Finally, Edward showed me his childhood bedroom. I walked in to take a look around and he quietly closed the door behind us. Subtle. I raised my eyebrow in question; did he really think he was going to see any action under his parents roof? Damn… he must be able to read my mind and see that I've been thinking impure thoughts about him all day. There's nothing more I want do than make out with him, but not when parents can walk in. I gave that up years ago when I went to college.
He came up to pull me into an embrace. As he tilted his head down to kiss me, I put my hands on his chest and gently pushed back.
"I know what happened the last time we were alone in your bedroom, and as nice as it was, it's not gonna happen in your parents' house."
My inner hussy was smacking me upside the head, screaming 'what are you doing pushing him away?' Wow, I really need to learn to control her a little better. I'm pretty sure she's how we got into this to begin with.
A chuckle escaped his lips as he held his hands up in a surrender motion.
I continued to look around the room. There were trophies on a desk, an overflowing bookcase, a shelf full of board games, and my favorite part: a Scooby Doo light switch cover.
I walked over to the bookcase and saw quite a range of titles, from My Teacher is an Alien to The Chronicles of Narnia. On the bottom shelf there was an entire collection of The Hardy Boys. The top of the bookcase had a handful of signed baseballs in cases. There was one that wasn't in a case, and I had just picked it up when Edward's hand grazed my ass, startling me. I dropped the ball and saw it roll under the bed.
"Sorry," I mumbled as I quickly knelt down to retrieve it.
I reached under the bed and Edward protested, "Don't worry about it. I just couldn't keep my hands to myself any longer. You look amazing in those jeans."
"Nah, I've got it," I said reaching around trying to find the ball. How far could it have gone? I reached a little farther and my fingers came in contact with something else. It felt like paper... maybe a magazine... and that was when the light bulb went off. He had porn hidden under his childhood bed! This was going to be fun.
"I didn't find the ball," I said as I slowly pulled the magazine out. I got a glimpse of the cover and saw the Playboy bunny logo. "But I did find boobs."
I whipped the magazine out to show a surprised looking Edward. As soon as he laid eyes on it he went to grab it out of my hands, but I was too quick. Oh yeah, he recognized it all right.
"Let's just have a look here, shall we?"
I started to flip through the magazine and Edward started to fish for explanations. Where did this brazen Bella come from? I am normally a nervous mess around men, especially when there's something sexual involved. But there's something about Edward that just makes me feel free.
"I forgot I even had that… I uh… I only read it for the articles…"
I looked up from something that couldn't be called anywhere near an 'article' and raised my eyebrow. I loved calling him out on stuff like this. He caves so easily.
He couldn't keep a straight face any longer and quickly confessed, "I was a teenage boy. What did you expect?"
I thought for a minute before saying, "I expected you to take it to college."
Edward was now flipping through it, pausing to look at some 'articles' longer than others. "I thought I took all of 'em. Guess this one slid through the crack."
"Really? Crack?" I couldn't help myself, he left that one wide open.
Just then there was a knock at the door saving me from a smart ass comeback, I'm sure. Edward threw the magazine back under the bed before yelling, "Come in."
"What are you two doing in here with the door closed?" Emmett asked with an exaggerated wink.
Edward rolled his eyes at his brother's immature attempt at a joke.
"Looking at porn." I answered.
Edward whipped his head to look at me, dumbfounded that I actually told Emmett what we were really doing. Emmett, on the other hand, looked like the proud older brother.
"Way to go dude, I didn't think you had it in ya to shag her in your old bedroom."
Wow, I got Edward to blush twice in the same day. There's another first for me.
"And that's where we kick you out," Edward countered as he tried to push his brother out of the room.
Emmett went willingly saying, "Rose and I are heading out anyway. Have a good night." Before the door closed he stuck his head back in and added, "For your sake Bella, I hope he's as good as his older brother."
"I have no complaints," I blurted out. I don't know what it is about Emmett but I can't seem to control my responses around him. He's like the older brother I never wanted. Or maybe it was the glasses of champagne talking.
"What has gotten into you?" Edward joked.
"Hopefully you later," I smiled what I hoped resembled his sexy smirk and walked past a shell-shocked Edward out of the room.
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