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Chapter 1

Bella stared at the contract in front of her. It was simple enough. Edward was her friend. New friend, but friend nonetheless. In order to help her out with school, she would stay in his house and help around. Well, 'help' was a term used loosely. More like do all the cleaning and cooking and make sure the garden was tend to, the newspaper was picked up, the driveway and gutters clean, sheets washed, etc, etc, etc. He was too busy to do it all and his last maid suddenly quit on his without another word.

He was offering her a chance to finish her degree. Her father couldn't cover all the bills and she felt horrible every time she mentioned the price of her books. Her mother was off with husband #3 and barely had time to talk to her. She had considered, briefly of course, quitting school for a couple years and coming back when she had a steady job. But the chances of that happening were slim to none and she wanted to be an author all her life. She wanted to write stories by the fire or near a window that showed the beautiful Eiffle Tower.

It all seemed so impossible and Edward found her drinking her sorrows away in Binny's. She had seen him around many times, his younger brother was still in school, but she never had the courage to go up and talk to him. Molly, who had failed Chemistry numerous times and had to be held back, told her what she knew about him. Handsome doctor with a big, empty house, and different girls leaving every morning. But Bella never saw him leave the bar with another girl. Not once.

But Molly did get one thing right. He was handsome. Soft jaw, perfect hair, and full lips she imagined every night when her fingers slipped under her panties.

He was the one to talk to her first. He bought her a drink and listened to her reveal too much of herself to him. He merely gave her a smile that night and set her home with a cab. They met up again the next night, by accident of course, and they talked again. Bella had more constraint this time and spoke about her classes, and how Miss Stevenson saw potential in her. The third time they met he told her about the hospital and the first time he delivered a child. Fourth time and she told him about her troubles, how she was struggling to live on campus and was considering moving back home for a bit. Fifth time he came with a contract.

"Would I have to wear an outfit?" she asked him, the noise of the bar drowning out their conversation.

He shook his head and clenched his jaw. "Unless you want to, I will not make you do such a thing."

Her navel tingled at the thought of wearing a little maid's outfit and cleaning his desk in front of him. She wondered if she should go out and buy one anyway. A surprise. She could bend over and reveal black, lacy tongs, and he could slip one of those long fingers insider -

"This will be your salary," he continued, showing her a number that made her eyes pop. "You can live on campus if you so wish, but I think it would be much more cost efficient if you lived with me. It's a two story house and there's a bedroom near the kitchen. I can install a lock on the door if that makes you feel more safe. I will not take offense."

She nodded. "I don't want to impose."

He shrugged and took her hand in his. "It's a job. You should take it and write a novel. Dedicate it to me, obviously."

She laughed and nodded. "Of course, I will. Every single one of them."

"Take this contract, think over it, and let me know."

He was about to get up and leave when she grabbed his hand quickly. Shocked by what she did to her soon-to-be boss, Bella gave him a smile and kissed his hand.

"I don't need to think about it. I accept."

His wide eyes relaxed and he smiled at her. He took his seat once more and grabbed a pen from inside his jacket. She took it and signed at the bottom of the page. Once it was all done and he promised to make copies for her, she took his hand once more and laid it on her lap.

"Tell me, are you doing this because you have a heart of gold... or is it something else?"

His hand laid on her upper thighs and she felt it twitch. His hand moved up extremely slowly and his ring finger brushed lightly against her aching vagina. They could do it and get away with it. She could unbutton her jeans and he could slip his hand inside. It was a Friday night. The bar was full and there was some football game on. Everyone was loud and paying attention to the televisions. She could cum in the dark corner and nobody would know. She wiggled in her seat and knew she was already wet and ready for him

'Please. Make me cum. In front of everyone. I fuck myself thinking about you licking me and bending me over this table.'

Edward stared at her and said, "Buy that outfit."

He left without another word.