Hello, everyone! This is my first attempt at a drabble fic. I will update at least once every day and we'll be finished by Christmas. There will be very little angst if any. This is just pure self-indulgent holiday fluff. I hope you like it!
AN: I do not own Twilight.
"I don't know about this, Rosalie. I'm really starting to panic." I gnawed on my lip and wrenched my hands together as I watched my friend strategically place slips of paper in a lunch bag.
"Don't tell me you're getting cold feet now. This was your idea. You wanted to do this."
I know, but…
"But we were drunk and I wasn't thinking clearly or rationally. I just…there is absolutely no way this is going to work."
"It will work alright. And I'm not letting you back out. It's about time you finally go for what you want." I let out a deep breath and rested my head in my hands. What have I gotten myself into? There would be no coming back from this if things went wrong. Mortification would force me to leave the country.
Rosalie sensed my distressed and stopped what she was doing so she could sit down and talk to me. "Bella, how long have you worked at this law firm?"
"Four years, two months, and eleven days."
"And how long since you've been in love with Edward?" I hated where she was going with this.
"Four years, two months, and ten days." It was true. I fell head over heels in love with this man the moment I laid my eyes on him. We had been introduced the day after I was hired by the Cullen, Cullen, and Whitlock Law Firm to be Jasper's research assistant. I didn't work directly for Edward, but I was still called in to do things for him and Emmett from time to time. I could have approached him, tried to get to know him, but I was too much of a chicken shit. Instead I spent the next four years pining over him, convincing myself that he would never want me. And why would I think any different? Outside of the occasional greeting or thank you for a task well done the man didn't even know I existed.
"Exactly. It's time to piss or get off the pot. You have to at least try. I mean, I love my brother-in-law dearly but he is as observant as mold when it comes to women. They throw themselves at him all the time and yet the man hasn't had a girlfriend since college. There's a reason for that, you know. He just doesn't realize how incredibly sexy he is." I raised my eyes at the last comment.
"C'mon, Bella. I may be married to the man's brother, but I'm not dead. Emmett is the one and only for me but even I can appreciate just how exceedingly hot Edward is. It's just a fact." I sighed.
A fact that tortured me day in and day out.
"But the fact that he doesn't even know it make him just that more attractive. Look at Lauren and Jessica. They fawn all over him constantly. He just thinks they're being 'nice girls' for Christ sake. They're fucking hussies, Bella. The look like hussies, they talk like hussies, and they act like hussies. And they put the biggest show on for Edward just hoping they can somehow hussy their way into his pants. He doesn't see them for the manipulative bitches they really are, though. He also doesn't see you for what you really are."
"Which is?" I snorted with half an eye-roll. This ought to be good.
"An absolute fucking catch. You're kind, compassionate, smart as hell, beautiful, driven, and just a really good person. Anyone would be blind not to see that and unfortunately Edward is metaphorically vision impaired. He needs a nudge." I blushed at her compliments. It was something I never did well with.
Rosalie finished what she was doing and pushed the paper bag in my hands. "Okay, it's all set. He's either going to pick a guy or old Mrs. Cope. Now go. Operation Secret Santa Swan Style commences."
I looked at the bag in my hand and then back up to Rosalie. There were butterflies in my stomach and they were currently kicking the shit out of each other and my insides. I gave Rosalie a pleading look but that only made her narrow her eyes at me.
"Go. Now." Reluctantly I complied. I got up out of my chair with the bag in hand and walked slowly to the door that led to the man I pined over day after day. I took one more glance back at Rosalie to see her shoo me with her hands. Gulping, I knocked, turned the handle, and announced my presence.
"Mr. Cullen? Sorry for the interruption, but if you're not too busy I need you to pick your person for the Office Secret Santa exchange."
There he was. Standing over his desk, hunched over several files looking completely focused. Chiseled jaw, sex hair that fell down over his eyes only to be swept back by a strong hand, sleeves rolled to the forearm, tie slightly loosened.
Fuck, he was delicious. This just has to work.
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