His Personal Assistant

Chapter 25

BPOV.

I expected Edward to be ridiculously moody after the semi-real fight we had. But when I got out of the shower the man was already dressed in a suit (a perfect charcoal

grey today), his hair wet from his own shower (I immediately imagined him jerking off in there), scrambling eggs and whistling the tune to Cabaret.

One night of sex and he was actually whistling show tunes. How cliché is that?

Edward had already set two places on the breakfast counter, with a glass of orange juice and a stack of buttered toast. Not for the first time, I marveled at how easy it was for

men. I had barely had time fix my hair and make-up, let alone make a perfect breakfast for two.

I came up behind him and quickly covered his eyes with my hands. "Guess who?" I asked him, feeling his unfairly long eyelashes flutter against my palm.

His body automatically relaxed back into mine as he replied, in a deadpan voice, "Mmm, Rosalie, thank God you're back, I just got rid of that annoying friend of yours – Bella, I

think her name was."

"In a good mood are we?" I huffed, allowing him to turn so my hands were linked around his neck. Edward smiled brightly at me placing a kiss on the tip of my nose. A

motherfucking loving kiss, if I don't say so myself.

"Breakfast!" He answered me happily, grabbing my hand and leading me to one of the leather stools. As he pushed me in and started putting toast and eggs onto my plate, he

began explaining his schedule for the rest of the morning in a fake, overtly pompous tone.

"As I am exceptionally bright and happen to be incredibly talented at calculating the maximum efficiency out of my employees, I've scheduled us ten minutes to eat these eggs,

leaving us a good twenty minutes for me to feel you up before we need to leave, paying particular attention to that luscious ass – which I feel has been sorely neglected."

I gave him a dryly-amused look as he sat next to me, both of us facing the counter. "And I take it in this scenario, I'm the employee being exploited for maximum productivity?"

He had his legs spread, and one of his feet hooked around the back of my legs, so he could swing them back and forth like we were two shy kids in a school cafeteria, playing

footsy for the first time. It was a surprisingly coy, cute gesture, and he gave me a sheepish look after he began rocking us back and forth.

"That's correct, m'darling." Edward answered, grinning winningly at me, between his impatient inhaling of his food. "In this case, your "productivity" is going to involve me pinning

you to a wall and using a hold on you ass to grind that sweet little pussy against me."

I choked on my toast, feeling myself flush with arousal. Geesh, how could he be embarrassed swinging our legs together when he could say stuff like that to me? Edward

laughed at my chagrin, and I swore I'd pay Mr. Cullen back today.

"You just wait and see the plans I have for you tonight." Edward chuckled, winking at me provocatively. "We'll be very productive."

"I can't stay over tonight," I blurted regretfully, wanting very much to be productive with Edward. Alice and Rose would kill me if I didn't come home and explain how my night

went, especially considering how much time and energy they had invested in getting me here.

The second I finished speaking Edward's smile disappeared off his face and his leg dropped from mine.