His Personal Assistant

Chapter 23

BPOV.

Do you remember how you envisioned loosing your virginity?

In my mind, the entire scene looked like something out of a cheesy rock-ballad music video.

A dark four-poster bed with white sheets and blood red rose petals.

Dramatic, heavy on the bass guitar music playing as Johnny Depp and me reach a crescendo.

My hair was absolutely flawless through the entire affair (of course), and Johnny was in his Chocolat faze, thus looking gorgeous.

The reality was so much better.

Sunday afternoon "the Gang" (as Emmett was now calling Alice, Rose, Edward, Jasper, me and himself) left Forks, not long after Edward had informed me he would be

ravishing my naked body post-haste.

Alice's hangover was one of those nightmare over-dramatized morning-after's that people have in movies. Sunglasses inside, no loud noises, and, particularly, copious amounts

of throwing up. Because Rose was unable to be around someone throwing up without upchucking herself, and Alice point-blank refused to have Jasper see her while she was

like that, the duty of holding her hair and rubbing her back fell squarely on my shoulders.

There was a severe amount of turbulence the closer we got to home due to a freak storm that was supposed to last a few days. The extra shaking of the small plane meant

Alice was literally in the bathroom for the entire trip. I hardly had time to say a word to Edward from the moment we stepped on the plane in Washington, to the moment the

boys dropped us off at home in New York.

We got in a hasty kiss goodbye, and established a pick up time for work the next day, but there was no; so pack a toothbrush and some work clothes, but don't bother bringing

any panties.

Rose wisely suggested that I have a bag at the ready for our "test run", then if Edward mentioned it I would be ready to go, and if he didn't I wouldn't have made an ass out of

myself by just presuming.

So when Edward picked me up at our usual time on Monday morning, I should have been the Energizer fucking Bunny of excitement and nerves. But I had been awake all night

with Alice, so when I opened the door to Edward, who greeted me with a grin so wide it look liked it hurt, all I could manage was "Ungh."

Edward's eyes swept over my face, clearly seeing the very attractive bags under my eyes, and then he clicked his tongue sympathetically and gathered me into his arms.

"Oh darling. Was it Alice? How is she?" he asked, running his hands up and down my back so soothingly I thought I might fall asleep.

"She's disgustingly chipper now that she's thrown up a weeks worth of meals – I made her do a scouts honor that she wouldn't drink that again much until it's Jasper's job to

look after her."

"Well it's my job to look after you." He countered, with no trace of arrogance whatsoever. It was like he was just stating facts, and I felt my heart swell a little. "Which is exactly

what I intend to do tonight."

I stepped back from his lulling warmth to give him an innocently confused look.

"Tonight?" I asked him in a blank voice, trying to hedge my excitement.

Edward's eyes swept over me, analyzing every inch of my body. I had dressed myself this morning; a grey shirt dress with black tights and black Mary Jane heels. I had been