I was a little terrified about what Edward would do at the office the next day. We talked all night, exchanging all kinds of silly information about each other that we didn't already know. He told me that his favorite color was brown, and I told him that my favorite flowers were tulips. We talked about our childhoods and exes, and by the time I looked at the clock it was four in the morning.
"We have to go to work in a few hours." I yawned loudly.
"Trying to get rid of me, Swan?"
"Trying to get into bed. Don't say it."
"Say what?" He held back his laughter, but before I could stop myself, I was giggling helplessly.
"I'll see you at work."
"Looking forward to it."
I didn't end up sleeping at all. Our talk hyped me so much I took a shower and made a big breakfast, then sat and watched the sun came up as I ate. People really don't appreciate sunrises enough.
I didn't have anywhere to be that day, so I threw on a comfortable pair of nice jeans and a blouse and headed into the office.
Alice gave my outfit a baleful stare when I walked in.
"I hope you aren't wearing that tonight."
"Actually, Alice, I don't think I'm going."
"What? You promised!"
"I know, but something came up and I just can't make it. I promise I will go out with you and Jasper soon."
"You aren't giving me the whole story, Bella Swan. I hate that."
I smiled blithely as Edward walked in, a big bouquet of purple and red tulips in his hands. "All I can say is that it's important, Alice. Trust me on this."
She pouted for a few seconds, until she noticed the flowers Edward carried.
"Ooh, excellent. I smell a new office pool."
Lauren looked up from her computer with a smirk. "Put my money on the mom."
"I'd like to put some money down," I said, waving Edward over.
He grinned and picked up his pace.
"On the supermodel again?" Alice asked.
"Nope," I answered. "Put my money on me."
Before Alice could ask a question or Lauren could make a crack, Edward tossed the bouquet down on the front desk and cupped my face in his hands. Humming office machines, Lauren's indignant snorts, Alice's exuberant squeals—all of it faded away as he searched my eyes for any sign of hesitation. When I smiled, he covered my mouth with his and took us public in the most public way possible.
"No more office pools, ladies." He turned to the assistants with a smirk. "I'm officially off the market."
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