Buying Love

Chapter Four

Okay, so we're going to embark on a journey. A darker journey, one that will be around a different kind of Edward, a snarky, bossy Bella and a new Esme. It will be a drabble-ish type fic. The chapters will be between 1000 to 2000 words. Updates will come on Mondays and Fridays with teasers on Tuesdays and Saturdays on my blog. The link for the blog will be on my profile. The story is planned, but not pre-written.

Chapter Four

BPOV

I showered after I sent off that email. Rose gave me my schedule for tomorrow's opening. Pretty much, I was going to be spending a majority of my day getting beautified. I had an appointment at nine to get my body buffed and waxed. Rose was insistent on getting my cooter waved. I don't know why. It's not like anyone is going to see it. Certainly not my date. Shortly after that, I was getting my hair cut and highlighted along with my makeup done. Once I was finished with all of the beautification, I'd head back to my apartment to get ready with my sleek, sexy red dress and matching red shoes and bold jewelry.

As I was flipping through pictures of hairdos for the opening tomorrow on my iPad, my cell phone rang. It was a blocked number, but it was around the time that Esme said that Edward would be calling me. I swiped my fingers across the phone screen, answering the call. "Hello?"

"Is this Isabella Swan?" asked a deep, raspy voice.

"Speaking. Is this Edward Masen?" I replied.

He chuckled, his masculine laughter going directly to my pussy. How could a laugh sound so fucking sexy? Gah! I need to get laid! "This is Edward," he answered. "It's nice to put a voice to that snarky, witty email."

"It's nice to put a voice to that handsome face," I smirked. "It's nice to meet you, Edward."

"You as well, beautiful," he purred. "I'm honored that you chose me to be your date for the grand opening for the new Swan Towers. I've seen them as they were being built and they are gorgeous buildings."

"Thank you. My father is very proud of them. He designed them himself. Usually, he paid some fancy, schmancy designers and architects to create his hotels, but since Seattle is his home town, he wanted to build these hotels in his own design," I said. "I'm the interior designer and manager of the hotels."

"Then, I have no doubt that they will be the most chic, sleekest hotels in Seattle," Edward murmured. "Have you lived in Seattle all of your life?"

"I was born and raised, only leaving when I was in college and graduate school. You?" I asked.

"I only moved to Seattle in the past ten years, but I've lived in Washington all of my life. I lived in a small town about three hours outside of Seattle through high school," he answered.

"Did you go to college?"

"No, I didn't. I'd like to though. It just wasn't in the cards," Edward said, wistfully, almost sad. "What's on the agenda for tomorrow? I'm yours all night."

"Obviously, we have the grand opening. That starts at seven and goes until midnight. You read my questionnaire," I snickered. "You get to play the part of my doting, new boyfriend. Hold my hand, keep me close, kiss my temple ... just be affectionate."

"That's definitely doable, Isabella for the opening. But, I'm talking about afterward. I want to show you that all not men are cheating, hateful bastards," he whispered. "I want to show you what it's like for a woman to be lost in absolute pleasure."

"I don't know, Edward. My ex-husband really raked me over the coals. As tempting as your offer is, I just don't think that I can have sex or anything else without ..." I trailed off. And you're a male escort. How many women have you fucked?