His Personal Assistant

Chapter 12

BPOV.

I wouldn't lose this battle of wills anymore.

That's exactly what it was, too.

A challenge.

A lesson in control.

When Jasper and Emmett had come over for dinner with the girls and me, I had explained what had happened between Edward and me to the four of them. They had

romanticized the whole thing, saying it was so sweet and that they were so glad my plans had worked for me.

If any of them properly understood the tension that had been escalating between Edward and me, they wouldn't have called it sweet.

It was a twice-daily battle of wills, a tug-o-war, the tension between two positively charged magnets, a raging fucking inferno in a confined fucking space.

Edward had first kissed me Monday of last week, and now, on Wednesday of the next week, we had kissed a total of fifteen times. Don't get me wrong, I would probably have

counted anyway, but my reason for having such a concise tally was due to the fact that; every single kiss we had had been in his elevator – one kiss after coming to work

together in the morning, and one kiss on the way back to his car at night.

The pretence as to why we were kissing was gone. For the first few days Edward had teased me afterwards, telling me he was making sure I didn't get scared, and I had

responded with as much innuendo and flirtation as I could cram in. Then every night we'd be waiting like eager fools, Edward ready to sweep me into his arms the second those

doors closed behind us.

It wasn't long before the eagerness turned into burning impatience. I noticed Edward began driving faster to work, began opening the passenger door for me quicker, holding

me from my upper arm and practically dragging me to the lift. At nights he would be waiting at my desk, his whole body clenched in anticipation, as I hurriedly tried to gather my

things under his heated scrutiny.

He would push and pull at me the second the door was closed, tugging me closer while simultaneously backing me into the wall. His mouth would be on me the entire ride up or

down.

Edward stopped teasing me about the same time he discovered that if he held down the close door button, we could have a few more coveted minutes wrapped up in each

other. Clearly, it had nothing to do with distracting me from any kind of fear when he was purposely trying to prolong our time together.

Now, when Edward had just initiated our fifteenth kiss on our way down on Wednesday night, I knew I'd have to make a stand. Every time before this I had let Edward kiss me

first, and subsequently direct our kiss. I still had an ingrained fear of rejection that kept me from taking the lead.

But now I knew I had to show him I could. Not because I didn't enjoy the shit out of feeling him cover my body with his and him having his wicked way with me. I did. I just

needed him to know that I could own his ass just as well as he owned mine every night, if the mood should strike me. Which it really, really was.

So when Edward pushed me against the wall, my handbag and his briefcase already thrown carelessly on the floor, I yanked my head back from his searching lips.