All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer.

This plot bunny came to mind due to MamaCQ having an idea about a Maidella and CEOward and before she could send over her thoughts this was already going through my head. I loved many of her ideas and tried to incorporate some of them in my rendition. I hope she likes it!

Sorry to all on tumblr who had been looking for this story for the past few days. I forgot to put the word 'teaser' in!

WARNING! Lemons ahead. Under 18? Look away.

Thanks to my pre-reading crew, reyes139, Midnight Cougar, and Franca!

Chapter 1: March

It all started on a Wednesday.

I left a grueling mid-term exam feeling like I had done a decent job. However, I was exhausted and was due for an eight hour shift. I hadn't slept in almost two days, and I hadn't eaten since dinner the night before. All of my free time for the past week had been spent studying, preparing for all of my exams.

Going in to work was something I really, really didn't want to do. Sleep and to eat was what I wanted to do, but I needed money in order to have a bed to sleep in and food to put in my stomach.

With all that being said, it was no wonder I was in such a shitty mood when I got to work. Even more so, when I was reamed out by angry customer after angry customer; thanks to one of the maids, Jessica, who completely skipped one of her floors.

I barely had my name tag pinned on my lapel when the screams of a Barbie-esque socialite echoed through the lobby. Her complaints were the most minor, but in her mind the world revolved around her, so it was catastrophic. Not that I'm saying it was inexcusable, but a few unfolded towels was hardly something to shriek about.

She was followed by a balding man whose entire head turned beat red as his anger grew. His room apparently held a party the previous evening. Beer bottles, condoms, broken mirror, the works. I looked; there had been a bachelor party booked in his room.

Most of the other rooms had the basic dirty beds, dirty towels, and trash; the usual.

I was to the point of throwing up my hands and saying 'fuck it', when he walked in.

You know when in a movie time slows down when the gorgeous stranger walks in, the wind blowing around them, the ballad playing in the background. Hair flying, oozing sex, and making all the women's panties wet. Yeah, it was one of those moments.

At least until he tripped on the floor mat and nearly tumbled to the ground. He stood up as quick as possible, his cheeks pink in embarrassment, but it was too late. The three of us on duty had seen it all and were now in love, even with the less than graceful entrance.

He was still hot, a little clumsiness was endearing because I was pretty sure he could prove to me just how manly he was in many ways.

Maria and Charlotte, the clerks working with me that evening, snickered at his klutzy move.

He approached the desk, his eyes going between the three of us, before staying on me. The eyes always scanned to me. After all, I had the more formal uniform and the title 'supervisor' written on my name tag.

That and the idiot twins were still giggling.

"Hi, I need to check in," he stated.

"Name of the reservation?" I asked, not wasting any time. I was immediately in work mode, but deep down the school girl in me was cheering that he chose me.

"Cullen," he replied, pulling out his identification. I glanced at it and took in his full name and age. Damn, he didn't look thirty three. There wasn't a line on his face.

I scanned the computer and found he was booked for two weeks. He wasn't a vacationer with the way he was dressed; navy pin stripe suit with vest, Rolex watch, and his blackberry that was glued to his hand with the car rental keys. He screamed 'I'm here on business'.

"Ok, I found you, Mr. Cullen. It looks like you are all paid up, so let me get you your keys and a signature from you," I said with a smile, taking small notice that he was staring at me.

I pulled the receipt from the printer and coded the keys. "Please sign here. You'll be in room 1208. Elevators are across the hall. Once on the twelfth floor you will take a right. Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Cullen?"

He glanced over at Maria and Charlotte, who were still smiling at his trip. I watched his jaw clench and he stared at me for a moment before shaking his head. "No," he replied curtly, any humor from his entrance gone.

I stayed extra friendly; his mood swing wasn't going to get me down. "Thank you for staying with the Cameo Hotel, and if you need anything please don't hesitate to call."

"Thank you," he said with a nod and headed toward the elevators, his large expensive rolling suit case in tow.

He was way out of my league, but it didn't hurt to look.

It didn't take long to find out what an asshole our current eye candy was though. He made sure his displeasure was known, regarding the state of his room, not five minutes after leaving the front desk.

My ears were still ringing hours later.

Yes, another one of Jessica's forgotten rooms. I quickly changed him to a slightly better room on the fourteenth floor, smiling at him the whole time. Inside, I wanted to slap him for being such an ass, then shove Jessica at him and let him light into her.

She was so going to get an earful from me the next time I saw her as well as one from Laurent, the day shift manager.

After that it was the little things, and I do mean the little things. Every single day. The light bulb was burned out, the maid forgot a washcloth, he was out of soap, and the neighbors were too loud. And it was always when I was on duty, meaning I was always the one who had to deal with him.

Lucky me.

"Can't this hotel do anything right?" he questioned as he removed his cuff links, the sounds of the maintenance man, Sam, clinking away in the bathroom.

"Once again, I apologize…" I began, but was cut off.

"Enough with your damn apologies, two fucking weeks of them and they don't fix a fucking thing," he sneered. "If my company was run the way this hotel is I wouldn't have a job. Fucking incompetent idiots."

"Please, sir, your language is inappropriate. I am trying to rectify the situation."

"There shouldn't be a situation," he nearly shouted, glaring at me as he pulled the tie from around his neck.

I stood my ground, facing him, my spine straightening. "I agree, but unfortunately there is. For the inconvenience we would like to upgrade your room."

"No."

"I'm sorry… 'no'?" I could feel the vein in my forehead start to throb. He was going to drive me to homicide at this rate.

"Are you deaf as well, Isabella?" he questioned, walking toward me. He stopped just short of my body, invading my personal space, and leaned in close. I could smell him at that distance and the bastard smelled divine. "You've moved me twice already and besides the leaking sink in the bathroom, I quite enjoy this room." His gaze moved up and down my body and his tongue peaked out to lick his lips. "So, you will just have to find another way to compensate me."

I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks, my hands fidgeted with the hem of my jacket. "At your service, Mr. Cullen," I squeaked out, flustered, before turning on my heel and rushing out of the room.

"Hot, demanding bastard, who stays at hotels for weeks on end," I grumbled as I left shortly thereafter, cursing his name and the woman who bore him. Returning to the break room to take my frustrations out on a towel or two.

That was the first night I wanted to punch someone. In all my twenty five years I had never met anyone as an infuriating as Edward Cullen.

A few days later I was taking a break in the lobby Starbucks, downing a quick latte and reading up on my business economics and statistics when I was rudely interrupted. I knew the voice and there was familiarity in his snide comment.

"I didn't realize they taught such high level academia to hotel supervisors. I didn't think one had to have past a high school education, based on my experience these past weeks, and someone with a high school education would not be able to understand that subject."

I sighed, getting my bearing in place before I let into him. "If you must know, Mr. Cullen, I am finishing up my MBA in just a few short weeks. No, this is not standard reading for a lowly hotel counter clerk. I work here so I can, you know, eat and have a place to live. Fifteen hours of coursework combined with thirty hours plus of work every week. Not to mention all of the homework and I still somehow manage to cook, clean, and maintain over a three point five grade average."

I sat back, folded my arms, and pursed my lips at him. He looked… surprised.

"Well done, Isabella. I knew you were somewhat more intelligent than the others, but that is beyond my expectations."

I could feel the blood vessel in my temple pulse and I began to glare at him. His eyes widened and he stared at me in fright.

"I mean, I'm not saying… well, I don't really know what… "

I watched him flounder for a moment before he let out a huff and clenched his jaw. Pulling out the chair on the other side of the table he inserted himself in my personal space.

He was lucky I didn't bite him at that point.

"What I'm trying to say, Isabella, is what you have accomplished is quite impressive."

"You've already managed to insult me, Mr. Cullen, by implying that you thought I was intelligent, but only slightly."

"I've upset you. Interesting."

"Of course you've upset me. I've worked very hard to get through this program and still have a place to lay my head. I don't have copious amounts of money to throw at an upscale hotel to live there for weeks. One night in your room is a month's rent to me."

"I didn't say you don't work hard, Isabella. I know you do, I make sure of it. I just…" he trailed off, his hand flying in agitation.

And hitting my latte.

The lid flipped off and the cup went tumbling to the table top.

All over my book.

All over my uniform.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, jumping from my chair and picking my book up from the lake of latte that was swallowing it up.

"I … shit!" he cursed. He turned to grab some napkins.

I yanked them from his hand and began patting down the pages. "Great, just fucking great," I muttered.

"Don't worry, Isabella, I'll get it. Go get yourself cleaned up," Angela called from behind the counter.

"Thanks!" I called back, giving her a strained smile as I stormed out.

"Isabella!" I heard him call out as I stormed down the hall. "Will you let me apologize to you?"

"No."

"Why not?"

I whirled on him. "Do you really want to know that, Mr. Cullen? Hmm? Because I can assure you I have more than enough ammo to throw at you."

I spun back around and headed down one of the employee corridors, walking at as swift a pace as I could manage in my heels. The stress washed over me, swallowing me up. Still, I could hear his footsteps behind me.

"Isabella, will you just stop. Please."

"Go away!" I cried out. I could feel the tears stinging at my eyes and that was the last thing I wanted him to see. Couldn't he just leave me alone? Why did he have to keep picking on me?

I felt his hand on my arm, pulling me back. My footing slipped at the sudden shift of my weight and I crashed into his chest, my book dropped to the ground. He lost his footing as well and we spun into the wall. The breath knocked from my lungs as my back slammed into the concrete blocks with him crashing into me.

Once we stopped he pulled back from me and I felt the tears start to spill from my eyes, flowing down my cheeks. My chest constricted to keep from sobbing, but it was no use. Panic filled his features, his eyes widened, mouth opened.

"Why won't you just leave me alone?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. Please, don't cry," he begged, his hands cupping my face, thumbs brushing away my tears.

"Why are you such an asshole?" I asked, staring up at him.

"Because I can be… because I have to be," he answered honestly.

"What did I do to you?" I questioned, really needing to know the answer.

"I like you," he answered, and I could see the truth in his eyes. My sobbing reduced to just tears streaming down my face and I stared up at him as if he was mental. "I've gone about it in a very juvenile way, I admit."

"How so?"

"Don't little boys pick on the girl they like?" he asked sheepishly.

I gawked up at him. "You're an adult, you know. If you like someone you don't beat them down and make them feel inferior. It's called wooing. I have a dictionary, you can look it up."

He smirked down at me, wiping the remainder of my tears away and I couldn't help but lean into his touch. Somehow, I felt comfort there.

After our encounter in the hall, things changed. He still complained about everything, including a nasty letter to Lauren, the maid I had assigned to him. Apparently, he didn't like the way in which she folded the towels.

His stay was extended indefinitely, making the staff less than excited and more homicidal. I, on the other hand, was finally starting to understand him after his confession.

I was warming up to him every day. He attempted to be less of an ass when we were alone, saving the dramatics for an audience. We exchanged small flirtations in the quiet of his room at each encounter.

I couldn't deny the attraction I felt to him, it had been there since the beginning.

"Isabella, are you listening to me?" he questioned, one of his brows quirked. He was fighting a smirk and I knew I had been caught staring at him; quite possibly day dreaming. Either way, it was bad.

Flustered, I spoke without thinking. It was the answer for most everything, after all. "Yes, Mr. Cullen, you were complaining yet again about the staff and how we are all incompetent morons."

He stared at me wide eyed for a moment before his head tilted back and he let out a loud laugh, making me jump in shock.

He was laughing so hard he had to lean over, his hands braced against the ledge of the dresser. His shoulders shook.

"That's new," I commented.

"Well, that was quite far from the conversation that you missed out on. Though true on all levels with the exception of the inclusion of yourself," he said.

He stalked toward me, a grin still lighting up his face and I was mesmerized by it. He leaned down to my ear, his hand settled on my hip, breath tickling the hairs on my neck. "What I was saying was how delicious you would look splayed out naked on the bed. Your thighs open, exposing your sweet pussy and how I would love to taste you on my tongue."

I could feel my cheeks flush and I swallowed hard. "You would like that, wouldn't you, Isabella?"

My hip unconsciously pushed up into his hand. I could feel the wetness pooling. Yes, I would like that very much.

Then he pulled away, smirking at me as he backed up, returning to unbuttoning his dress shirt.

He turned from me before speaking again. "Actually, I was asking what your drink of choice was at Starbucks."

I could feel my knees weaken and leaned back into the wall before sliding down. My eyes were unfocused, my heart beating rapidly, my body heated to the point of boiling. In three sentences he had managed to reduce me to a puddle on his hotel room floor.

I heard his heavy steps as he dashed over to me. "Are you alright?"

I tilted my head up and even I knew my lids were heavy and full of lust. My tongue peeked out to wet my lips.

His eyes darkened as he gazed down at me. His hand reached up and tugged at his hair.

"Fuck," he growled, his hands braced on the wall before me, his torso and hips rocking as he reigned something in.

"Please," I whispered, my hand slapping over my mouth almost immediately.

"You don't know how much I want you," he whispered, his hands clenched into fists against the wall.

I stared up at him for a moment before I decided to take the initiative, to be bold. I leaned forward and nuzzled his cock through his suit pants, running my nose and lips from the base to the tip of his large hard cock that lay beneath.

"No, but your friend here wants to tell me."

My gaze lifted to his and I held his eyes as I closed my mouth around the head of his clothed cock. He drew in a sharp breath.

My hands moved to rest on his thighs before walking up to his belt buckle.

"Isabella…"

"Yes, sir?" I replied in a husky tone, my fingers pulling the leather through the hook on his belt.

I watched his chest heave, and in his expression I could see the carnal desire of what he wanted.

"Suck it," he commanded and smiled.

"As you wish, Mr. Cullen," I replied, licking my lips.

I worked his pants open and hooked my fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them over the bulge of his cock. It had been too long since I had a cock in me and I was dripping in anticipation for the one that lay beneath the cotton under my fingers. As soon as the head was visible my lips and tongue were on him. I could hear obscenities spring from his lips as I sucked him into my mouth and worked his pants down. I hummed around him, earning an involuntary thrust of his hips.

Encouraged, I moved my lips up and down his shaft, my tongue swirling around as I went.

"Fuck… that's it, baby… you're so fucking good," he mumbled.

His hips began to flex, thrusting his cock further into my mouth until I was gagging. He was braced against the wall; my hands were braced against his thighs, as he fucked my mouth.

"Up," he said, pulling at my arm.

I had barely released him from my lips when I was hoisted up into the air and onto my feet. His hands rid me of my suit jacket and blouse that lay beneath. His head dipped down to my chest, his mouth latching onto my nipple hidden behind the lace of my bra. Teeth grabbed my nipple, the sensation causing me to arch my back and pull at his hair.

He must have liked that, because he immediately detached and licked, sucked, and nipped his way up my neck as he pushed me back into the wall.

As soon as my back pressed into the wallpapered plasterboard his lips descended upon mine. Soft, hard, needy, delicious, panty exploding.

I lost all train of thought when his lips met mine. All that was left was need. I needed him closer. I needed him deeper. I needed him inside me.

"Jesus-fucking-Christ, are you wearing thigh highs and a garter?" he asked, panting into my neck. I hadn't even realized he had been pulling my skirt up, his hands stopped on the back of my thighs at the flesh just above the silk stockings.

"Yes," I barely was able to reply before he was kissing me again.

His hand reached down to grab behind my knee, pulling my leg up to his hip. My arms wrapped around his neck before he dipped down to repeat on the other side.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and moaned when I felt the heat of his cock at my pussy. A little piece of cotton and lace was all that separated us.

"I need you," he whispered against my lips.

"Then take me," I replied, taking his bottom lip between my teeth.

"I hope these aren't you favorites," he commented before I felt a pull and heard the ripping of fabric as he destroyed my panties, the last barrier.

My nails dug into his shoulders, my head titled back into the wall, mouth slack, eyes wide, as he entered in one forceful motion. My whole body tingled at the sensation of being so completely filled.

I couldn't think of anything except the feeling of his toned body pushing me into the wall, his hips crashing into mine.

The sexual tension that had been building between us these past weeks fueled us. His hands dug into my ass pulling me down harder on his cock, pushing him deeper.

"Mr. Cullen!" I cried out.

He chuckled into my ear. "Edward, Isabella. You need to be screaming more and it needs to be 'Edward'."

His lips found mine again and my tongue found his. His hips sped up their motion. Faster. Deeper. Driving me to the point of insanity.

"Edward!" I screamed, when he pushed me over the edge.

He was still thrusting, unrelenting, while I clenched around him, squeezing him.

"Shit, baby, uhg… coming."

Reality dawned for a brief second. "Wait! Don't come inside me! I'm not on the pill!" I cried out in panic.

"Shit!" he cursed.

His hand frantically reached down between us as he pulled his cock out. His moans echoed around the room as his hips bucked, his come spraying all over the wall just beneath my ass.

"Fuck!" he growled.

I nearly came again at the expression on his face. Twisted in pain, but nothing but pure pleasure in his eyes.

He leaned forward, his forehead resting on mine for a moment before he pushed off of the wall and dropped to the floor. I flopped forward onto his chest when his back hit the floor. We were both breathing heavily and I was afraid there would be an awkward silence, but Edward had me giggling with his first sentence.

"This hotel is growing on me," he said between pants, his fingers lightly threading through my hair.

I shook my head, smiling. "Such an ass."

He chuckled. "Yes, but I'm growing on you."

"If you're lucky," I scoffed.

"I believe you make your own luck and therefore I am a very lucky man," he retorted.

We stayed that way for a few moments before I saw the clock and realized I had been away from the lobby for almost an hour.

I pulled myself from the warmth of his arms, grabbed my blouse and ran into the bathroom to straighten myself out.

"Shit, shit, shit," I chanted over and over as I frantically put myself back together. I could hear Edward get up in the other room and jumped when he appeared in the doorway.

"I shouldn't have done that," I said absently.

"Isabella?"

"I can't afford to lose my job over sex. Even if it was really, really, great sex," I explained as I looked into the mirror.

"Great?" he questioned with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes at him. "You know you were great."

"So were you." His hand reached up to caress my cheek.

"What were you so mad about?" I asked.

A confused expression washed over his face before it dawned on him what I was asking. "I'm out of coffee," he replied with a smirk.

"Coffee? Seriously?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "The maids are doing too good of a job now. I'm drawing at straws to get you up here now. Coffee is all I had to go with."

"That's because you threatened to have them all fired," I said with a sigh. "Your eccentricity knows no bounds."

With an alibi for my absence, coffee of all things, I headed back down to the lobby. Maria and Charlotte stared at me as I walked across the marble flooring, searching for battle scars. I looked for patrons and found the lobby to be empty before I went into my cover rant about the asshole and his damn coffee.

Worth the wait? I hope so. ;)