This is the adorable brainchild of justaskalice and SunKing, written during moments of boredom in the office. The POVs will switch, with justaskalice bringing Bella and SunKing bringing Edward. After tonight, we'll post twice per day, barring Internet issues and RL catastrophes. Hope you have as much fun reading as we did writing!

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When Edward walked in that morning with a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers, artfully arranged in a crystal vase, the whispers started immediately.

"Called it," Lauren crowed. "No way that gorgeous man was single."

"Mind your own business, Lauren," I snapped. "Shouldn't you be drawing up those revisions I gave you?"

"Touchy, touchy." She pulled a manila file folder out of a drawer and scowled. "You know, you should really invest in a handwriting coach. The only person who can read your edits without going cross-eyed is Alice."

I ignored her and walked back to my office, trying not to notice as Edward flashed that billion-dollar smile at Rosalie Hale, one of the other agents. We were closing on the biggest sale our tiny agency had seen in nearly three years, and everything needed to go perfectly. I didn't have time to indulge in my usual Monday morning fantasies.

That lasted about...oh, five minutes. I managed to focus on my work until Alice sashayed into my office with a coffee mug in each hand. She bumped my door shut with her hip and cleared her throat.

"Put down the blue sheet. You can dream about what you'll do with your commission later. Jess has a pool going on who the flowers are for, and the odds on you are excellent. I put in ten bucks."

I rolled my eyes. "Alice, come on. The flowers are obviously for the supermodel he's getting drinks with after we close on the Donovan property."

"You're going with that, huh?" She shook her head sadly as she set a coffee down in front of me. "Not great odds, I'm afraid. Jess is offering twenty-five to one."

"Jess has too much time on her hands if she's calculating odds for what Edward is doing with his free time. Doesn't she have some actual accounting to do?"

"This office is a well oiled machine, Bella. Your paranoia has no place here. Not today."

A soft knock on the door interrupted us, and Rosalie came in to give me a pep talk. I tended to get a little intimidated at the closing table, despite the fact I had been an agent for almost eight years. I was great with the details, and the person everyone came to with questions about language and contract drafting. Edward and I tag-teamed the sale for a reason. He was the most charming person on the planet and so naturally good at making people feel comfortable that having a conversation with him could be downright hypnotic.

Of course, I had a hard time ever feeling completely comfortable, on account of him being so beautiful and all.

By noon, I was the only person in the office who wasn't in on Jess's little pool. How the bet would be settled wasn't clear, since every time someone asked him who the flowers were for, he just smiled mysteriously.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he'd say, before changing the subject.

So, naturally, when I saw him walking across the office, flowers in hand, making a beeline for my office, I broke out in a cold sweat. If Alice won the pool, I would make her buy me a stiff drink. After I died of mortification. And ran my fingers through his hair at least once.

A girl can only take so much.

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We love m7707 for her beta help on this. You are the sun and the moon. We are silly with our adoration, but that doesn't make it any less true.