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Chapter One

The thing I enjoyed the very most about my job as a receptionist at McCarty and Partners law firm besides the 'free office supplies', was the suit-clad eye candy that frequented the lobby where I worked.

Being first port-of-call for all visitors and sitting pretty much right at the front entrance of the building meant that I got to check out some of the fine specimens that came and went. When an exceptional example passed me by, I was never exactly stealth at my ogling. I just couldn't help it; I had never been one for subtlety.

If you can't tell, I've got a thing for a guy in a suit.

There's just something about the way a man looks in well-fitted suit. It just gets me going in all the right places, if you know what I mean.

On a regular day, I would greet dozens of clients and send them on their merry way with a cheerful but polite word and a bright smile. I'd then make them sign their names and don an ugly visitor's badge. And then, depending on how good an impression I made on them, they'd wish me farewell with a wave and a friendly "goodbye" on their way out.

I loved that so many of the employees would speak to me on their way in or out of the building. It made my usually boring work day a little bit brighter. And honestly, it made me feel popular for the first time in my life. So when a visitor wished me farewell, I was ecstatic.

On one particularly slow day I was in the middle of typing an email to my best friend Alice. She worked as a personal assistant to one of the partners upstairs and we often spent our day conversing via the company's email system. We were currently arguing about what to do on the weekend. She had accused me of being 'boring', even had the nerve to call me 'bookish' and may have even thrown in the word 'killjoy'. Her email consisted of at least twenty frowny faced emoticons in the first line alone.

I had just opened thesaurus dot com in search of a word that would describe how insulted I was, when the front door opened and in strutted the most gorgeous man I had ever seen.

He was tall and svelte, dressed in an expensive-looking navy suit that was definitely tailored to fit him perfectly. The top two buttons of his crisp white shirt were undone and he wore no tie - an unusual occurrence for any man visiting the building, except perhaps on casual Fridays. His brown hair sat up in an organized chaos as though he'd just rolled out of bed when, in fact, he probably spent hours getting it that way. His face was, simply put, stunning and as he approached my desk he was smiling a slightly crooked grin, his perfectly white teeth gleaming under the fluorescent lighting.

Before he had even made it all the way across the foyer I began my usual spiel, giving it slightly more oomph than usual. "Good morning! Welcome toMcCarty and Partners. How may I help you?"

"Well good morning to you too..." his bright green eyes flitted to the name plaque on the corner of my desk "...Isabella. My name is Edward Cullen and I have a ten o'clock with Emmett McCarty," his voice was rough and deep.

I reluctantly pulled my eyes away from his and quickly checked Mr. McCarty's schedule.

"Yes, Mr Cullen, he is expecting you." I smiled again, giving him a little extra eye flutter, you know, just because.

I pulled the sign in sheet over towards me and grabbed a pen.

"If you could please sign here I can issue you your visitors pass and you can go right up."

Usually in this situation I would have placed the pen on top of the sheet so that the visitor could pick it up themselves, but for some reason this time I held out the pen for Mr Cullen to take.

He stepped closer to my desk and shifted a laptop bag from one shoulder to the other then leaned forward slightly until he was resting against it. His close proximity increased the intensity of his cologne, and it was the hottest damn smell I had ever smelt, if that was even possible.

He lifted his arm to take the pen and the sleeve of his shirt and jacket pulled down his arm slightly revealing just a hint of a tattoo.

I gasped and quickly coughed, trying to cover it up.

I presumed he signed his name in all the right places, because I literally couldn't pull my eyes away from the ink flashing just below the edge of his sleeve.

Because if I had a thing for a man in a suit, I had an even bigger thing for a man with a tattoo.

Having realized I had zoned off, I shook my head to clear it. I came to my senses in time to see Mr. Cullen clipping his visitor's pass onto the lapel of his jacket.

He was still smiling brightly as I cleared my throat and took a deep breath.

"You can go right up. Mr. McCarty is on the fourth floor, once you exit the elevator turn left; you can't miss his office." I was on autopilot by now, hoping I didn't drool all over myself or my desk.

"Thank you, Isabella," Mr. Cullen said in that sexy deep voice as he turned and started walking towards the elevators. My stare followed him as he went and just before he disappeared around the corner he turned his head and winked at me. It was subtle and happened very quickly but I was sure I hadn't imagined it.

I exhaled and slumped back into my seat. There was no way I would be getting much more work done today after that encounter. Even if it had only lasted less than five minutes.

I found myself daydreaming about whether he had a full sleeve up both arms or if he had any other tattoos hiding under that amazing looking suit.

By eleven thirty I had almost recovered and got back to work. I was anxious to see Mr. Cullen leave and hoped that it would be before I left for my lunch break, I wanted to see if he would wink at me once more. And yeah, maybe I just wanted to look at him again.

I was usually good at ignoring the elevator and all the foot traffic that passed my desk, but today I was aware of every single person who walked past.

The elevator dinged and Mr. McCarty's voice echoed across the lobby as he made his way through the foyer. I turned my attention towards his approach, hoping like crazy he wasn't alone.

He wasn't.

Mr. Cullen was walking next to him and they looked as though they were deep in conversation. Mr McCarty smiled at me in passing but made no effort to speak. Mr. Cullen however, veered away from Mr. McCarty's side and came close to my desk.

"Goodbye, Isabella," he smirked as he knocked once on the very corner of the desk on his way past.

I grinned in return but couldn't get my brain and my mouth to work together quick enough to respond.