One Night Only

Three

I was glad to be back at work Monday, diving into whatever I could get my hands on. I worked at Cullen Multimedia Industries in Manhattan. Alice was the PR Director and I was her assistant. I met Alice when I moved to NY to be with my now ex-boyfriend Jacob, five years ago. I was twenty one, fresh out of college, graduating with a business degree from the University of Washington and followed my high school sweetheart out to the City That Never Sleeps. Said boyfriend turned out to be a cheating asshole and I got burned badly. She found me a heartbroken mess in a diner with very little money, basically homeless and unemployed. She took me, a hopeless stranger, into her home and let me live with her until I got on my feet. She got me a job as her assistant and we've been inseparable ever since. I had nothing but the utmost respect for her and I was beyond grateful for what she has done for me. She was the most humble and optimistic person I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.

"Good morning Bella," I heard a tinkering voice call out to me when I walked into the break room. Speaking of the devil, I thought inwardly as I smiled at her.

"Good morning, Al. I got you a caramel iced latte with a double shot of amaretto and whipped cream."

"Thank you. I'm sure as hell going to need it this morning," she said with relief, taking the cup.

"Long night?"

"More like long weekend. Jasper's parents showed up unannounced yesterday and plan on staying in town until Saturday," she said with annoyance. Apparently, Jasper's parents were a little overbearing.

"Anywho enough about me, how was your weekend? I didn't get a chance to talk to you before Jazz and I left the club."

"I had the best sex I've ever had that night."

"Really? Do tell," Alice said eagerly.

"The guy gave me incredible orgasms. I didn't think it was possible but he even made me. . ."

"Made you what?"

I looked around to make sure no one would walk in on us and whispered, "he made me. . .squirt."

"Holy shit! That's really hot Bella."

"His sentiment exactly," I responded. I felt a blush creep up on my cheeks as I thought of his words.

"Wow. I'm totally jealous," she giggled. I was happy no one was within the vicinity of the break room to hear about my sexual escapade.

"So," she started, her tone now all business, "Carlisle wants us to meet him in his office. He said that he needed to see us briefly." Carlisle Cullen was the owner/CEO of the company. He was a older man, in his late forties with graying blonde hair and was very handsome for his age. He was also very kind and treated everyone with respect.

"About what?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know. I guess we'll find out when we get there." We walked out of the break room, down the hallway to Carlisle's office.

Alice knocked on Carlisle's door and opened it when he told us to come in. I followed her inside and saw Carlisle at his desk talking to someone sitting across from him. Alarms suddenly went off in my head as I saw the unruly copper tinted hair of the stranger. Oh god, it couldn't be. My fears were confirmed when the stranger turned around and I saw those majestic green eyes. He looked at Alice first then to me and his eyes lit up with recognition, his face going slack with unease. He remembered me and I wanted to crawl up in a ball somewhere and die. This could not be happening.

"Ladies good morning," Carlisle spoke warmly, momentarily interrupting my inner turmoil. He stood from his chair and Masen followed suit.

"Good morning Carlisle," we spoke in unison.