I love Carlisle and Bella and all sorts of naughty badness, and by badness, I mean licks and slapping sounds. I haven't read much of C/B, but when I do, I expect it to be all sorts of inappropriate. So in that same vein, here's my contribution. Think of this as some sort of warning, you can classify what kind.

Twilight is S. M.'s.

We've been playing this cat and mouse game all year. He knows that I know that he knows what he's doing to me. And as best as I know, no one else is aware of it. That makes it all that much better. And so very much, much worse.

And the worst part about all of it is, I don't care that I'm a bad, bad girl. I'm a cautionary tale if ever there was one. I'd make Nabokov feel dirty. I'd make Fitzgerald hit the bottle even harder. I'd make Hemingway smile and nod.

I'm not gonna place blame, I mean we all have free will but for the record, my father, Charlie, pushed me into this. He suggested, offered me up really, to Carlisle, Dr. Cullen at the time, that I could work in his office. And that led to the babysitting gig with the Cullen's'. I had higher education to pay for after all and working 12 hours a week at Newton's Sporting Goods wasn't going to get me much further than Peninsula College. I wanted to shake the mud of this town off of me and travel to parts unknown.

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"Bells, I talked to Dr. Cullen, he's interested in you helping him after school two days a week, you should give him a call." Charlie said this like it was an option, but it wasn't. He didn't have the ways and means to pay for college and he didn't really think I needed to leave Forks anyway; big cities scared him and he didn't trust them either. No wonder he and my mom got divorced.

"Dad, this is embarrassing, why'd you have to go talk to him?" I hated when I dad threw his police chief weight around on my behalf. It was bad enough none of the guys at school would spare me a second glance, or that weekend nights were spent plotting my escape from Forks, Washington instead of keg parties and vaguely illegal drugs. I was an honor roll student out of boredom, not brains.

"I didn't ask him, I saw him at the hospital and we got a-talkin' and he asked me how you were doing. Then mentioned he was looking for some afternoon help at his office and wondered if you'd be interested."

Charlie must be nervous, he never spoke this much, he either is lying about this so-called run in with Dr. Cullen or he's embarrassed by me having to pay my own way for college. At that thought I turned off the indignant ice machine attitude and gave Charlie a break.

"Fine, I'll call his office on Monday," I told him, resigned to the embarrassment of the situation.

"Uh, here," Charlie fished around in his pocket and pulled out an expensive looking business card, heavy card stock and engraving, the whole bit. "He said this was his personal information if you felt more comfortable calling him at home," Charlie looked expectant.

Looking at the card I wondered what the big deal about this was. We're in a small town, there are not a lot of jobs to be had outside of the logging and fishing industries, why would Dr. Cullen want me, a junior in high school, to be working in his office?

"Thanks, Dad, I'll let you know how it goes."

"Strike while the iron's hot, Bells, he seemed really interested in you," Charlie calls after me as I run up the stairs.

A/N So I see this as just a few chapters, but if there's some interest I'll see what I come up with.

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