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Author Notes: Hi all! Welcome to my new story! Thank you for reading in advance, I hope you like it but if it's not your cup of tea to each their own and all that. Some of you may recognise my username or the content of this story as it was originally posted under the same pen name and title by me back in 2011, however life happens and I went fan fiction dark until now! So this is still a WIP but I have a few chapters up my sleeve so content won't run out any time soon. I hope to post weekly, unbeta'd chapters, mostly for EPOV but I have drafted some BPOV as well. This is a canon, AU, AH, potential lemon, MA18+ story for your FYI. Thanks again for clicking and reading, hope to see you next upload!

Chapter One: Unplanned - Edward POV

"What do you mean 'Rosalie isn't available?'" I yelled into the phone.

This was not going as planned, I sighed to myself running my free hand roughly through my hair and pulling on it in frustration.

"I'm sorry Mr. Cullen, but Rosalie left the company just last week and is no longer available. I can however organise Jane, or perhaps Irina, to escor-"

"I don't want Jane or Irina, I want Rosalie." I fumed impatiently. "Ring her, tell her I'm asking for her, I'm sure she'll agree with the amount I'm offering to pay her." I rambled nonsensically, trying to find a way, any way, to keep my plan together.

"I am sorry Mr. Cullen but Rosalie left because she got engaged and is no longer interested in this line of work." The secretary simpered into the phone.

I sighed again, this time in defeat. She had gotten herself engaged. Rosalie had always been a strong, loyal, stubborn women and with the promise of marriage sitting right in front of her I knew she wouldn't take the job even if I offered her double the amount I was currently offering to pay her.

"Okay, okay," I mumbled to myself but heard the secretary's sigh of relief on the other end nonetheless. My mind was going a hundred miles a minute trying to think of someone else who was suitable. I had met most of the more appealing girls the service had to offer but more often then not the girls were just looking for an easy target with money that they could scam. Rosalie hadn't been one of them and that's what I liked about her most of all, she did this job because she needed to and only took what money she earned, nothing more. "Okay," I mumbled again, this time a little more sure of myself. "Okay what about Kate? Is Kate available?"

There was a hesitant pause on the other line where I heard the secretary take a slow deep breath. "Kate is available sir, but not for the service your asking."

"Well, who is available then since you seem to be incapable of producing the girls I'm asking for?" I said through gritted teeth down the phone line as my rage and frustration started to climb again.

"Umm…well, as I have said I am able to book Jane or Irina,"

"No, they're not suitable for this situation."

"Umm…there is also Carmen, Heidi and Zafrina."

God today was not my day. None of those girls would suit my needs; either they were money hungry or had no personality, neither of which I could stand to be around for two weeks full-time as I was planning.

"There is also a new recruit that has said that long-period stay's are a service she is willing to provide, although she does request an interview before accepting the job."

"New girl?" I asked irritably as I flopped down into the leather chair behind my desk.

"Yes sir, she joined us 3 days ago and has yet to have a client."

I sat forward eagerly. The agency didn't often bring in new girls, I knew of only one since I had started using the company 2 years ago. "Has she come from another agency?" I asked curiously.

"No sir, last employment listed is a job in retail." Was the terse reply I received. It was obvious the secretary didn't think her resume was splendid or anything special so maybe this girl was just another pretty face looking for easy money.

I thought about it for a minute though. Having a new girl could be potentially problematic as she had never done this type of thing before and may feel awkward, especially in the situation I was going to put her in. The good part was that she would be willing to please and probably follow instruction more obediently then someone more experienced like Tanya.

"Send me her profile and I'll call back if she's suitable."

I hung up without another word and flung my phone noisily on the desk before me and watched as it went careening toward a pile of papers and knocked them down.

"Is everything alright Edward?"

My eyes snapped to the door in surprise and found my housekeeper, Elizabeth, standing in the doorway with a concerned expression on her handsome middle-aged face.

I smiled tightly at her as I got up and began to stack up the papers once again. "Everything is fine, just having a few problems organising things for my trip to Carlisle and Esme's, that's all."

She tsked and pushed me aside; gathering up my papers and stacking them neatly back on my desk. Turning back to me she looked me up and down and then pointedly at my untouched lunch sitting on the coffee table.

I laughed, kissed her on the cheek and settle down on the sofa, picking up my sandwich and motioning for her to sit as I did so.

Elizabeth started for the couch opposite me but quickly detoured when my tablet dinged signalling an incoming email.

I tensed as I watched her walk over, knowing that this was the new girls profile and pictures. Elizabeth, who had taken care of me as a baby when my Mother and Father had been at work and was now my house keeper, had never approved of my use of the agency but hated my promiscuous ways outside of the agency more. At least this way I was 'giving the girls a means to support themselves' as she put it and not just 'having my way' with whatever nice pair of legs I came across.

She picked up the tablet delicately and swiped her finger across the screen and I saw her shoulders tense as her eyes scanned the glassy surface, no doubt seeing the services logo and a picture of the yet-to-be-identified new girl.

Elizabeth let out a frustrated sigh and walked over to me; lips pursed and eyes sad as she looked at the pictures of the services latest recruit.

"What a waste." She mumbled before looking up at me, her expression quickly morphing from sadness to anger. "Another one?" She spat, holding the tablet out for me to take.

"Yes, another one," I said putting my sandwich back on its plate and took it from her without looking at the screen. I hated looking at profiles with Liz in the room; she always made me feel uncomfortable and lecherous.

"What about Rosalie?" Liz had always had a soft spot for Rose. I never knew why, but Liz always expected her here on weekends and made Rose her favourite breakfast; which was more then what I got on those occasions.

"She quit," I said briefly, taking another bit out of my turkey and cranberry sandwich, "Got herself engaged."

"Oh well that's marvellous!" Liz exclaimed and clasped her hands together happily.

I hummed in response, my mouth full of food as my knee bounced as I waited for Liz to leave. I was eager to get things under control and all planned out for my trip so I could get back to work.

Liz stopped in her happy ramblings as she soon noticed my bouncing knee and huffed heading for the door.

"Love you Liz!" I called as she shuffled through the door and slammed it shut behind her.

She yelled something back but the thick wood of my study door muffled it, all I could do was laugh and shake my head.

My laughter quickly faded though as I gazed at the face of the new recruit, absentmindedly putting what remained of my lunch back on the coffee table. She was beautiful, of course, with long dark brown hair, pale creamy skin, wide chocolate brown eyes and red pouting lips. Her face was beautiful and definitely attractive but that was all the picture allowed me to see; I could hardly wait to see what the rest of her body looked like.

Underneath the profile picture was a list of details, hobbies and interests. I read it all with greed and memorized every detail I could about this beautiful girl.

Her name was Isabella, real name or not I wasn't sure but it suited her nonetheless. She was 23 years old, a graduate from the University of Seattle with a major in English Literature and a minor in Journalism. She loved reading and writing, hated shopping - which was a surprise as most women, in my opinion, loved to shop – and the outdoors. She described herself as clumsy and likes taking care of others.

So far she seemed more then suitable for the situation I found myself in, but I was concerned about how she would handle herself when she had to blatantly lie to my mother and father's faces. She seemed to innocent to lie well, but then again she was in the escort service so how innocent could she be? For all I knew this entire profile could be fake and she was actually a real monster in person. I found myself suddenly glad that she wished for an interview before taking on a long-period job like this as it would not only give her a chance to know me but for me to see what she was really like.

I turned to the next page and found all her physical details, height, weight, and medical conditions, that sort of thing. She was shorter then me at only 5 foot 4 inches, the crown of her head would probably reach up to my shoulder, and seemed to be a bit underweight for her age and build but I didn't let that bother me for long as I started to read her sexual preferences. She had ticked a number of positions that she had previously tried, or would be willing to try, but had also ticked light bondage and blindfolds as well as the use of sex toys and role play as something she was fine with doing. This surprised me as it seemed conflicting with my earlier personality assessment but I was pleased nonetheless. If she did accept the job I knew I would be having fun with this girl once the bedroom door was closed and locked.

The next four images were modelling shots of Isabella that showed her dressed in a number of outfits, each photo taking up the entire tablet screen. The first was of Isabella in casual wear, plain form fitting jeans and a baggy off the shoulder top with a pair of converse sneakers on her feet. The next outfit was a picture of her in a black floor length dress with a V-neck and no back with diamonds draped around her neck and from her ears. I felt my dick twitch when my eyes landed on the third picture. Isabella was laying on the edge of a pool, her elbows placed on the pavement behind her so that she was propped up and one of her legs was bent while she looked over her shoulder at the camera. Whoever had dressed Isabella did one hell of a job picking the tiny dark blue and silver two-piece bikini she was wearing. The colour in her cheeks was high from the sun and the blue of the bikini complimented her pale skin perfectly.

She was beautiful, that was certain and it would be a real disappointment if she wasn't compatible with me or acceptable for the job.

The last photo froze me on the spot and my mind went blank as my dick stiffened with lust. She really was perfect, I thought to myself. In this last photo she was kneeling in the centre of a bed that was covered in white and gold billowing sheets and mountains of pillows. She was wearing a sharply contrasting black and red lingerie two piece that I just wanted rip off her body. The bra was made of black lace and pushed her tits together slightly too show how plump and creamy they were as she fondled one bra strap and gently laid her hand over her right hip where her fingertips had just started to drift below the waistband of her underwear. The underwear was made of the same sheer black lace the bra was and lined with pale red silk along the waistband. She was bare, that was clear through the lace and her nicely toned legs were encased in black stockings – not that you could see much of them as she was kneeling – with a matching black garter belt with red bows over the clips.

I continued to stare at the photo and leaned my weight onto the back of the couch before my hand drifted down toward my hardening cock, rubbing it roughly through the denim of my jeans. I moaned, thinking of her small, delicate hands gliding over me and rubbing the head as she spread the moisture there before she leaned forward to take me in her mouth. I groaned adjusting myself as I stood and walked over to my desk, dialled the number of the agency while still holding her photo in my hand.

"Gianna, it's Edward Cullen. I'd like to meet Isabella before I offer her the two week job, can you set something up for tomorrow night?"