Coming To Terms (Inc 2 Outtakes) by GinnyW 31 Complete.pdf

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Coming To Terms

By GinnyW31

Summary: A one night stand, a handful of condom wrappers, and Bella decides she's meant to be

alone. Fate has other plans. All human. Canon pairings.

Chapter 1: One Night in Seattle

The waitress set my drink on the table in front of me and, without even bothering to ask if I would

like anything else, walked off to attend to another table. Typical. Even at a Hilton I manage to get

snubbed bythestaffThoughit’strueIdidn’tlookasifIfitwiththeritzybusinesscrowdevenifI

washereonbusinessIjustdidn’tlookitanymoreI’dspentfartoomuchtimeinmeetingsand

boardrooms today in an attempt to convince some of Seattle’smostinfamousbusinessesthatthey

needed to update their software and computer security systems, and that the Newton Corporation

was the company that would do the best job for them.

Taking a long sip of my drink, I sat back in my chair and sighed. The meetings had gone well, and for

thatIwasgratefulI’dbeenworkingfortheNewtonCorporationsinceI’dgraduatedfromcollege

and was now vice-president of sales and customer relations for the brand new Pacific Northwest

branch that was expected to openinjustovertwomonthstimeIjustdidn’tknowwhichcityIwould

be calling home. Which meant that I was living out of a suitcase and practically would be until the

new office was open. At least after the office was done, my traveling would go back down to the

normal once or twice a month.

InthelasttwoweeksI’dbeentoEugeneSalemPortlandVancouverOlympiaSpokaneandfinally

Seattle. I was currently waffling between whether I wanted to pitch Portland and Seattle as the site

of the new office because of their size and the quick, easy access to the airport. Ease of travel:

always a necessity when your business was sales.

I took another long sip of my drink and closed my eyes to shut out all of the people around me. My

feet were tired. My neck muscles ached. Perhaps I needed to take a bath rather than consume

alcohol. Not that I was ever a heavy drinker. No, I only drank when I wanted an easy way to unwind

after a day full of meetings. Well, either alcohol or sex would serve that purpose, but seeingasI’d

not been with a member of the opposite sex in well over a year, and the only man I knew who was

available(andreadilyatthat)wasMikeNewtonwelllet’sjustsaythatIwasn’t that drunk yet, nor

was I likely to ever be.

I had been traveling with my business associate, Mike, for the last two weeks. He was the technical

guru; the one who would be in-charge of implementing the promises that I was making. Not to

mentionthathewasthecompanyowner’sson

Mike was currently expressing his preference for Olympia being our new base for Northwest

operations. Although he claims that his preference for Olympia has nothing to do with a certain

blonde cocktail waitress who he saw, and exchanged saliva with, last Tuesday night. But, the only

advantage that Olympia offered was a more central location between the current markets we were

trying to break into and if that were the singular deciding factor, Portland would seem the more

logical choice.

Itdidn’tmatterthoughNotreallyEachlocationwasas bad as the other. Wet, rainy, dreary, cold.

It was my own definition of hell.

Why I was even considering this job transfer to one of the rainiest sections of the United States was

beyondmygraspbutitmeantloadsformycareerAraiseapromotionneither of those things

weresomethingtoscoffatEspeciallysinceIwasstillstrugglingtopayoffthestudentloansI’dtaken

out to attend college. But the souvenir t-shirtthatI’dseenforsaleatthePortlandairporthadmade

me seriously begin to rethink my decision. The ugly yellow shirt had hung in the shop window with

the simple words: PeopleInOregonDon’tTanTheyRust

And I knew from experience that Washington was the same. I had spent most of my life living with

my mother in California and Arizona, but every summer I had been forced to spend two weeks with

myfatherinasmalltowninWashingtonnamedForksOnceI’dgraduatedandhadbeenofficially

onmyownI’dspentonefinalsummerwithCharlieandthenhadbeguncollegeinArizonawith its

glorious sunshine. By the time holidays and summers rolled around again, I cited financial

responsibilities and work as a reason why I could no longer visit that rainy little town. The only

time that I had ever gone back to Forks was two years ago when Charlie had been shot while on the

jobOncethehospitalreleasedhimandhe’dreturnedhomeI’donlystayedforacoupleofdays

until he was settled.

I groaned and massaged my temples.

Alcohol always made me pensive.

“SoBellawhatsayyouandme openupthosedoorsseparatingourroomstonight?”Mikeaskedas

he plopped down in the chair next to mine.

“UhnoButthanksfortheoffer”Ididn’tevenbothertolookathimHehadobviouslyhadmore

drinksthanI’dhadHe’dgonebeyondpensiveto apointIrefusedtodrinktohorny

“ComeonBellaitwouldbefun”

IlookeduptofindthatMikewasnowleaningonthetabletowardsmeIrolledmyeyes“I’dhave

morefungettingabikiniwaxafterIbakedinthesunallday”

“OohOuch”Hepausedandflashedmeawickedgrin“ButalovelyimageThanksforthat”

Then I kicked him.

“FineBellabutyoudon’tknowwhatyou’remissing”hesaidstandingfromhisseatwhileslightly

favoringhisleftlegthatI’djustattacked“I’lltrymyluckoverthere”Andwiththatheheaded

towards the bar where a beautiful woman with short, blonde hair had just sat down.

I watched, only marginally interested, as Mike put on his best performance for the young woman.

She smiled at him and said something that made Mike laugh before turning her attention to the

bartenderWhatevershe’dsaidIthinkthatMikefeltencouragedbecausehesatdownonthestool

next to her and continued his attempts to flirt with her.

With marginal interest I watched the odd littlematingdancethatI’dseenmyco-worker perform on

numerous occasions until I felt more than saw someone come up to the table. Assuming it was the

snobbishserverfromearlierIdidn’teventobothertoglanceherwayasIshookmyhead“NoI’m

goodthanks”

“I’mgladtohearthatDoyoumindifIsitdown?”

MyheadsnappeduptoseeoneofthemostgorgeousmenthatIhadeverlaidmyeyeson“Uhum

sure?”ItsoundedlikeaquestionIquicklyglancedaroundtheroommyeyesnoticingthatthere

were several empty seats and tables and I wondered why someone like him would want to sit with

someone like me.

He sat in the chair that Mike had vacated only a few minutes before, and smiled. It was then that I

got a good look at him. His face was nearly flawless, clear, with a strong, angular jaw and a pair of

thedeepestgreeneyesthatI’veeverseenTheywereoutrightmesmerizingandIfoundmyself

getting lost in them before I even had a chance to introduce myself. His hair was a reddish-bronze

color, a bit longer, messy, and seemed to be almost begging me to run my fingers through it.

IwasprettysurethatmymouthwashangingopenasIcontinuedtogawkItwasn’tuntilhebegan

to chuckle softly that I was able to draw myself out of my daze.

“Longday?”heasked

“GodyesSorry”Ishookmyheadtoclearmythoughtsandheldoutmyhandtohim“I’mBella”

“Edward”herepliedbutinsteadofshakingmyhandasIhadexpectedhebroughtituptohislips

and placed a kiss on the back of my hand.

I had to stifle the gasp the built in my chest at the gesture. The instant that his fingers touched my

skin, I felt a jolt tingle across my skin. Not like an electric shock, something deeper that raced

directly to my soul. What in the hell is going on?

“Ireallydon’tnormallydothisbutI’vebeenwatchingyousinceIcameinhereandthereisjust

somethingaboutyouthatdrewmeoverhere”

“Ohuhthanks?”BacktothequestionsagainSeriouslyIdidn’tknowhowtorespondtothisguy

he soundedasifhe’djustswallowedmylatestHarlequin

Hechuckledagain“Isoundstupiddon’tI?”

“Well” At least I smiled at him when I shrugged, right?

“That’swhatIthoughtInmydefenseI’vebeenupforthelastthirty-six hours, and after this, I plan

ongoinghomeandsleepingforthenexttwodays”

I ran my finger along the lip of my now empty glass, trying to think of something witty I could say.

Eversincehe’dapproachedmeIhadthefeelingthatmybrainwasleakingoutmyearsReallyall I

wanted to do was ask him why he was sitting here talking to me, and if he would please kiss me

untilIdidn’tevenknowmyownnamesothatIwouldatleasthavesomethingpleasanttodream

about tonight. Oh, and while he was at it, to let him know that he was more than welcome to spend

the next two days naked in my bed.

InsteadIsettledfor“Sowhatisitthatbroughtyouheretonight?”

He nodded towards a table at the other end of the room that currently held four people. The most

notable was a blonde woman whose face belonged on the cover of magazines, now she seemed like

the type of woman that this man belonged with. She sat between a large, muscular man with curly

brown hair, and a much smaller man with dirty blond hair who wore it in a long ponytail. The other

person sitting at the table had her back to me; all I could tell was that she was very petite, with

short, spiky, black hair.

“I’mherewithmybrotherandhisfiancéetheyaregettingmarriedinafewmonthsandtonight

they were checking out the facilities here. Tasting food, drinks, looking at the banquet hall. I finally

hadtogetupandleavewhenthehotel’seventsplannerandmysisterbegantoargueaboutthe

benefitsofflowerarrangementsversuscandlesastablecenterpieces”

“Andyoucamewiththem”Ideduced

“YesWithmysisterAliceShe’sthesmallonewiththedarkhairHerboyfriendcouldn’tjoinher

andshesaidthatsherefusedtocomeherefordinnerwithoutadate”

“Soyouchosetoabandonherwhenshebegantoarguewiththeweddingplanner”

“AhyouseetheeventplannerismerelytheguywhoworksforthehotelAliceisactingasmy

brother’sweddingplannerAndAliceisverydetermined”

“Thatsoundslikeanotherwordforstubborn”

“Determinedstubbornobstinatepushyallthesamething”hesaidwithawink

“AhIsee”

Therewasapausebeforeeitherofussaidanything“SotellmeaboutyourselfBella”

“Umwhatisitthatyouwanttoknow?”Iaskedmorethanabitflusteredthattheconversation

was suddenly turned back towards me.

“WellareyoufromSeattle?Whatisitthatyoudo?WhatbringsyoutoahotelbaronaThursday

night?”

“Let’sseeI’minSeattleonbusinessNoI’mnotfromherealthoughmydadlivesinatinytownon

the Olympic Peninsula, so I am familiar with the area. And it was my business trip that brought me

toSeattleonthisdarkanddrizzlyevening”IbegantofidgetwithmyfingersasIwasspeakingI

wantedtoforgetaboutthestressoftheday“LookIwouldrathernottalkaboutworkIt’sbeena

longcoupleofweeksandI’dsimplyliketoforgetallaboutit”

Edwardnodded“OkayNotalkaboutwork”

“Thankyou”

“Whatareyourhobbiesthen?TellmewhatdoesBellaliketodowithherfreetime?”

“Ohthat’seasyIlovetocookalthoughlatelyIhaven’thadmuchtimetodothatbecauseI’vebeen

travelingsomuchAndreadBooksaremypassionIliketowritetooIknowthatsoundssillyI’m

not a writer, but I enjoy writing short stories for my own amusement. I swear that it is some of the

besttherapythereis”ThewordsthatI’djustutteredhadseemedtocomeunbiddenandIfound

myself glancing at the melting ice from my cocktail, wondering if there had been far more alcohol in

that beverage than I had thought there was. No one knew about my writing. No. One.

Hisgrinbroadened“Idon’tthinkthatwritingissillyEveryoneneedsacreativeoutletEvenifit’s

onlyforyourself”

“DoesthatmeanthatyouhaveacreativeoutletEdward?” I asked, suddenly curious.

“AsamatteroffactIdoIliketocomposemusic”

This surprised me. That sounded so sophisticated comparedtomyinsignificantconfession“Really?

That’swow”

Heshrugged“NotreallyIt’sjustsomethingtohelpmeunwind after a long day of work. Just like

withyouit’ssomethingthat’sonlyforme”

I nodded.

“Whatsortofbooksdoyouliketoread?”

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