Dear Readers: I'm doing a little housekeeping for THTF. For some time now, I've wanted to pull the "outtake" chapters from THTF and post them seperately. They were posted on Christmas 2009 and Valentine's Day 2010. Also, as many of you know, I offered excised story snippets to reviewers for chapters 27, 29 and 34. Well, in the case of chapter 27, it was a wrong-turn ending that I completely redid because the scene was too out of character for Edward.

So, here is chapter 20, pulled straight from the original story. Remember, this DOESN'T ACTUALLY HAPPEN! It was simply a little Christmas present from yours truly to the readers who were dying for some smut. If you read it in the original story, you don't need to read it here. It hasn't changed a bit!

Dear Readers, what follows is a travesty, really. It's just terrible. It has NO PLACE in the true THTF timeline. However, it's my little gift to you this holiday season. If you're not interested, don't read it. It has zero relevance to the story.

Chapter 20 – Merry Christmas


I pulled my car into the lot at Cullen Enterprises and threw it into park. Sitting back I exhaled loudly before slamming my head back into the rest and running my hands through my hair. I caught sight of my reflection in the rearview mirror and grimaced. My top lip was slightly swollen where my ex-girlfriend had hauled off and smacked me when I dumped her ass tonight.

Tonight started out fairly typically. I worked later than I should, took a quick shower, dressed and met Tanya downtown. She was angry because I was late. What else is new—she was always pissy about something. Being seen was part of the allure for Tanya and my arriving fashionably late meant she had to make her grand entrance alone. The cold shoulder made the evening even more unpleasant and she made it completely clear that there was no reason for us to leave together. Damned bitch—felt like she was owed something.

The bastard from Star Magazine had the balls to call out to me, "Another one bites the dust, eh, Cullen?" when I walked out. I would've punched the little prick, except he was right.

I opened the car door and got out. I stalked over to the elevator. Inserting the key that would take me to the 40th floor, I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. I'd have to call my freakin' publicist tomorrow and have her work on spin control. She wouldn't be surprised to hear from me. My mind was made up; with everything going on right now it would be better if Tanya and I no longer associated. Besides, she was a lousy lay.

Once upstairs I walked through the reception area and into my office. I could probably get a few more hours of work done if I focused. I headed to the bathroom to take a leak.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed.

Standing in my shower, all shiny and wet was some fuckhot chick, with nothing but her hair covering her tits and a washcloth—my washcloth—held over the Promised Land.

I struggled to turn away as the good manners my mother had instilled in me warred with my baser instincts.

Fuck it, I thought. That fight was lost before it even started. I took a step into the bathroom and let the door close behind me. A quick glance around the room informed me that this woman must be with the cleaning company. A pair of jeans and some sort of ugly smock were piled on top of the cleaning cart that was pushed to the side of the room.

I was snapped from my study of the room by a sudden scream. My eyes flew back to the naked woman standing in my shower. I frowned, shook my head and raised my hand in a gesture telling her to calm the fuck down.

"Enough!" I said, in a tone that brooked no argument.

Her jaw snapped shut as her eyes went wide.

"G-get out," she commanded weakly.

I chuckled. Yeah, I don't think so.

"This is my bathroom, why should I leave?"

"I-I'm not dressed." She had a knack for stating the obvious, it seems. "Get out and I'll dry off and leave."

I pursed my lips, pretending to consider her words, before shaking my head slowly.

"I don't think so. I need to take a leak."

Walking over to the toilet I unzipped my fly and pulled out my suddenly interested dick. I didn't bother hiding myself from her—hell it was my bathroom. I didn't know if she was watching, though. I didn't look at her 'til I was done.

She hadn't moved at all. She was staring at me with wide eyes, her hair and hand still covering all the interesting parts.

"Who… who are you?"

I snorted.

"I already told you. This is my bathroom. I'm Edward Cullen. Who the hell are you?"

"Isabella Swan, sir."

Sir. Nice. The sound of that went straight to my balls.

"Well, Isabella Swan, we seem to have a problem here, don't we?"

"A problem?" her voice quivered, barely audible over the sound of the water falling from the showerhead.

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, you're employed by the company contracted to clean this building." I paused, raising an eyebrow, waiting for her confirmation.

"Yes, sir."


"Unless there's some obscure clause of which I am unaware, you are in violation of your contractual duties. You're fired."

"What? NO!"

She took a step closer.

"Yes," I replied, affecting boredom. "My assistant will contact your employer tomorrow and terminate our contract, effective immediately. Since we're terminating for cause I have no doubt that you'll lose your position, as well." I took a deep breath. "Good evening, Miss Swan."

I turned and began slowly walking towards the door to my office.

"Wait!" A slow smile spread across my face. I erased it before turning to face her.


"If you cancel your contract, the people working with me tonight will lose their jobs as well as me. That's not fair."

"I'm not interested in fair, Miss Swan. I expect a certain level of service from the people around me. Without a doubt, your indiscretion tonight is the worst example of professional behavior to which I've ever been subjected. Your company's contract with Cullen Enterprises will be terminated effective tomorrow. I suggest you finish what you came here to do tonight and start looking for new employment in the morning."

I turned once again and resumed my walk to the door. I was a good judge of character and had a feeling that this wasn't over yet. Isabella Swan wasn't going to go down without a fight.

Though, at this point it was likely she'd go down quite willingly.



I faked an exasperated sigh before turning to face her once more.

"Yes, Miss Swan?"

"Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" She asked this in a small voice. It was unlikely that this behavior was the norm for her, but if she were willing, who was I to say no?

I pretended to ponder her question.

"What did you have in mind, Miss Swan?"

Instead of answering me she took a deep, shuddering breath. Tilting her head to the ceiling she dropped the washcloth that she had been holding.

Au natural. It had been years since I'd seen an unwaxed pussy.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Miss Swan?"

When she lowered her head to look at me again I could see a dangerous glint in her eye.


"Mr. Cullen?" Her voice was different, calmer, more self-assured.

"I asked you a question, Miss Swan. What exactly did you have in mind?"

Instead of answering she stepped out of the shower, dripping water everywhere. Oh well, she was with the cleaning company, if she wanted to make a mess she'd be the one who'd have to deal with it.

She took a faltering step towards me, before hesitating. Reaching up, she swept back the hair that had been covering her breasts and allowed it to slither down over her back.

Her glistening breasts were bare before my eyes, the dusky peaks taut with… cold?

I was so surprised by her sudden aggression I didn't attempt to retreat from her when she stepped in front of me. Rising on her toes she leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"How about I show you?"

She placed her palms flat on my chest and leaned into me. I could feel her soft breasts press into me and the water from her body quickly soaked my shirt.

"Ooh," she sighed with mock sadness, "you got all wet. Let's get that shirt off you."

Her hand tugged at the knot on my tie and the silk quickly unraveled. She slung the tie over her shoulder before reaching up for her hair. With a few deft moves she had her hair up in a complicated knot that she secured with my very expensive, but now ruined tie.

Her hands returned to me and she nimbly flicked open the buttons of my shirt baring my chest and abs in no time. She slid her hand beneath the material and over my chest. She rubbed her thumbs against my nipples eliciting a response from them and my now fully engaged dick.

This was not what I had envisioned when I first taunted her, but who was I to complain?

Her hands continued up my chest and over my shoulders, sliding off my shirt in the process. Her hands trailed down my arms pausing to squeeze my biceps. Her eyebrows quirked at the definition there. Her hands continued down my forearms, over my wrists and to my hands. Grasping them firmly, she pulled them up to her now barely damp breasts.

Still manipulating my hands with hers she squeezed with considerable force crushing her own flesh beneath them. I could feel her hardened nipples brushing my palms.

Experimentally, I circled my flattened hands against her peaks. She hissed and arched into my palms. Her own hands dropped away. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as her head tipped back, exposing the column of her throat. Instead of taking her cue, I used my fingers to pinch her nipples—hard.

She squealed, a surprisingly erotic sound.

So she likes it a little rough.

She took a half step closer to me, attempting to mold her body to mine, but I stepped away, wanting to reassert control now that I was confident in what she wanted.

"No, no, Miss Swan," I chided.

She looked at me, eyes blazing, before taking another step, forcing me back once more. I was shocked to find myself up against the bathroom door.

"Yes!" she avowed. She lowered her head over my shoulder and bit me, hard, where my bare neck and shoulder met.

Fuck! That hurt.

I sucked in a pained breath through my teeth and heard her chuckle, low and sensual.

"You like to play rough." I stated this as fact, not giving her the opportunity to deny my words.

She gave me a sly smile before pushing me back so I again bumped my head on the bathroom door. Now she attacked my neck in earnest, licking and nipping the skin there.

I slid my hands around her waist and down her backside, gripping her ass cheeks firmly before pulling her against my throbbing erection. I heard her small moan of approval before she bucked in my hands thrusting herself against me.

I couldn't help the low, "Fuucckk…" that escaped me.

"If you're lucky, maybe." She answered my involuntary expletive.

This was not at all what I'd envisioned when I started this. How did she get to be in charge?

"There's no 'maybe' about it, Miss Swan," I said in a menacing voice.

I slid my hand over her hip and down between her legs. Quickly, I thrust two fingers through her nest of curls and between her slick lips.

"You're so fucking wet." I smiled to myself. She might think she was in charge, but she clearly wanted what only I could give her right now.

"Of course," she murmured breathily, "I just got out of the shower." She laughed again, darkly.


Crooking the two fingers sliding between her wet folds I pinched her clit eliciting a pained cry from her, "Ai!"

"You don't know what you're up against, Miss Swan," I warned her.

She ground her hips against my rampant cock suggestively, "I think I do," she responded.

I was about to thrust my fingers into her when she suddenly stepped back leaving me bereft. Had she changed her mind?

I looked at her face, but there was nothing in her expression to lead me to believe that playtime was over. However, she continued to retreat from me slowly. Her defensive withdrawal spoke to the predator in me. I began stalking her.

"Where are you going?" I asked. "I'm not done with you."

She didn't answer. Instead, her eyes flickered back towards the shower stall.


She continued her retreat until she was able to step back into the stall. She turned quickly and adjusted the knobs. Steamy water shot from the showerhead. She turned back to face me and crooked a finger, commanding me to come to her.

Any thought of rebellion was quickly squashed. I stepped into the stall, pausing only to kick off my shoes. The hot water quickly soaked my pants. The wet material clung to me uncomfortably. She eyed the prominent bulge in my pants significantly.

"You seem to have a problem there," she said jokingly.

I growled at her in response. She giggled before reaching out for my belt and quickly undoing it. She flicked her wrist as she pulled it from the belt loops causing a loud *snap* to reverberate through the room. The belt was an amazing makeshift whip. I yanked the supple leather from her hand and threw it out of the shower before she got any ideas.

I watched as the water ran in rivulets down her skin. The water hitting her on her shoulders coursed over her breasts, tiny drops clinging to her tight nipples. I lowered my head to suck the liquid from her tempting breasts. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. I smirked against her skin.

Her hands were very busy. She undid the button on my pants before pulling down the zipper and sliding her hand inside. She palmed my rock hard cock through my boxers, rubbing her hand up and down as quickly as the confines of my pants would allow. My hand went to hers to attempt to control her movements, but she quickly withdrew with a condescending, "Nuh-uh," and a little shake of her head.

I exhaled loudly in exasperation and it was her turn to smirk. Finally, she shoved her hands in my waistband and yanked my pants and boxers down. She shoved the soaked material as low as she could before dropping to her knees before me.

Fuck yeah!

Her eyes were fixed on my cock as it bobbed before her. She licked her lips before leaning forward to take the head in her mouth.

I'd had plenty of women on their knees before me and always got a thrill from the dominance I could exert in this position. But there was something about Isabella Swan in this position that was different. There wasn't a trace of submission in her posture or actions. She was completely in control here.

Without using her hands she slid my entire length into her hot mouth. I could feel myself tapping the back of her relaxed throat—fuck! She had no gag reflex. Hollowing out her cheeks, she sucked hard on my cock and slid my length in and out of her mouth. I could already feel the tightening in my abdomen. Damn! This was going to be an abysmal performance if I didn't get myself, or her, under control.

My hands shot out quickly, unsuccessfully attempting to find purchase in her tightly coiled hair. I settled for holding the sides of her head as she continued to lick and suck on my cock. My impending release eased off a bit as I slowed her down with my hands.

She reached up and slid my tie from her head allowing her glorious hair to tumble down. Yes! I quickly buried my fingers in her mahogany tresses, further controlling her movements. The feelings of dominance I usually had when a woman was giving me head like this were asserting themselves. I was about to thrust my hips into her with much more force when I felt something wet slither around my wrist.

Looking down, I saw her loop my tie around one of my wrists in a practiced maneuver before she quickly snagged my other wrist and pulled the tie tight, effectively binding my hands and rendering them useless. At no point did she stop her incredible suction. She held the loose end of my tie in her hand, using it to keep my bound wrists down low. A picture of dog on a leash flashed through my mind.

I wanted to struggle but my enforced helplessness before this woman, who was on her knees in front of me, was mind-blowingly erotic. My release, which had been easing off just moments ago, surged through me. I closed my eyes. It would only be a matter of seconds before I shot my wad straight down her throat.

I refused to warn her, but should have known better. No one this naturally talented could fail to notice the signs. She gave me one final suck before releasing me with a loud pop. Rising fluidly to her feet she scooted out of the way of my orgasm and my semen splattered impotently on the tile only to be rinsed down the drain.

The involuntary thrusting of my hips slowed and I released a shuddering breath. Opening my eyes, I was met by her mocking smile. She took two steps past me and shut off the shower. Leading me by my tie, she walked through the bathroom, pausing at her cart to pull something out of her bag there, and into my office. I followed helplessly, the both of us dripping as we walked. I could have probably yanked the tie from her hands, but would eventually need her help to untie my bound wrists. I honestly wouldn't put it past Isabella to leave me like this for my assistant to find tomorrow should I piss her off.

We walked in silence to my leather couch. She turned and pushed me hard, causing me to overbalance and fall onto the tufted cushion. I cringed as the cold leather came into contract with my wet skin. Isabella laughed lightly at my discomfort.

She eyed my cock, which was only at half-mast following my recent release.

"You're useless to me like this," she sneered. Well, that statement wasn't going to help at all.

She pondered for a moment before coming to a decision. She climbed into my lap, straddling me. When her pussy met my flagging member it suddenly took heart and began to expand once more. She wiggled her hips experimentally and I groaned at the contact. She smiled.

Leaning in once again she spoke softly in my ear.

"I don't usually clean your office," she whispered. "Tonight was a fluke, the hand of fate."

She rocked her hips against me and my cock stood ready once more. She continued to rub herself against me, taking the friction she needed. Her hips moved sinuously, slowly at first and then with more vigor. Her breathing accelerated. She threw back her head with a deep groan. My hips responded to her rhythm with movements of their own. A low moan started in her chest and her rocking increased pace. I watched helplessly as she found her release on her own, my now throbbing cock nothing more than a means to an end for her.

She slumped down on me shuddering. Her head rested on my shoulder.

"Untie me." I tried to sound confident, but the words came out more like a request than a command.

She chuckled.

"Why would I do that?"

I started to worry that she did intend to leave me like this for Mrs. Cope to find in the morning.

She stood abruptly and reached over for the small packet she must have taken from her bag earlier. Ripping the condom open with her teeth she expertly rolled it down my length. She stepped back to admire her handiwork.

"I give you credit, Mr. Cullen, that's one fine prick you've got there." I could see the sparkle in her eye.

She took a step closer before turning her back to me suddenly. Spreading her legs wide, she grasped my cock at the base and positioned herself over it. After a moment's hesitation she impaled herself on me, letting out a loud moan.

"God, so big."

Once firmly seated, she leaned back, resting her head on my shoulder. I could feel her walls contracting and relaxing around me. Turning my head I attempted to capture her ear in my mouth. She shifted away from me slightly denying me access to her body.

She moved forward and used her thighs to rise over my lap. She held this position for a few seconds before dropping back down on me. She bobbed up and down a few more times before setting a steady rhythm. I slid my hips a little closer to the edge of the couch, giving her a bit more space to work with.

From this angle all I could see was her swaying hair. I longed to brush it aside and watch her hips rise and fall. Had her hair been shorter I may have been able to catch a glimpse of myself as I slid in and out of her body. My frustration was almost overwhelming.

"Isabella…" I moaned.

At the sound of her name she gasped. With her free hand she reached down. I could feel her manipulate her clit with her own fingers as she rode me expertly. My hips started jerking to meet her downward thrusts. Her fingers kept pace with her rocking and I could hear her moan as she did before coming earlier.

"God, yes, come on my cock," I whispered in a strained voice.

My words spurred her on and before I knew it her rhythm was faltering and she was taking the Lord's name in vain—loudly.

"Oh God, oh fuck… oh, oh ooohhh!." I could feel her pussy walls clamping down on my cock and I shot my load once again. This time into the condom instead of the shower stall.

We remained connected until my softening cock was a threat to the integrity of the used condom. She stood quickly, leaned over suddenly and kissed me briefly on the mouth. She was gone so fast I didn't even get to kiss her back. She reached down and removed the condom from me, tying it carefully so as to not spill the contents.

"If you get me fired, I'll never have a reason to come back here," she said with a direct look. "You don't seem like the kind of man to miss many opportunities."


"Yes, the opportunities you'd have to take what you want from me. By my count you owe me, Mr. Cullen. There were four orgasms in this office tonight, two for you, two for me. Mine, however, were self-induced. I could have gotten the same results from my vibrator.

I glared at her but she just laughed.

"Like I said before, I don't usually clean your office. You can change that, however. Call my boss tomorrow and request that I be assigned here permanently. I'll leave the number on your desk. He won't like it, but he'll do it," she paused significantly, "if he's properly motivated. I get the impression that you are a good motivator, Mr. Cullen."

With that she sauntered into the bathroom, dropping my tied wrists into my lap. I immediately started trying to work the knots. She was right, I wasn't one to let an opportunity pass me by. If I could get free quickly this night wouldn't end the way she expected. I could put her in my debt in a matter of hours.

She walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later, pulling her supply cart behind her, only to find me still struggling with my well-tied wrists. She laughed lightly.

"I'll give you an A for effort, but you aren't going to be able to untie that knot."

She walked over to my desk, scribbled something down on my blotter, and took a pair of scissors, waving them in my face.

"I'll leave these for you. I'm sure you'll be able to slice through the tie with a few minutes of effort. I hope I'll see you again. Soon."

With that she turned and walked out of my office.

Merry Christmas!

In case you couldn't tell this was a reimagining of their first encounter. Feel free to review this chapter if you'd like. I'm not good at writing lemons and would love to hear your opinions of this one. Chapter 21 will resume the regularly scheduled story including EPOV of the dance floor kiss, the catfight (?), lunch with Esme and two interesting conversations.