I have no idea what to expect from Mr. Cullen today. He just left B-Girl’s office, but she didn’t give any hints to his mood. I have no idea what I’m going to ask him today because frankly, I never know what to expect from him lately. Let’s just say, Bella isn’t the only one getting whiplash from his mood swings.
Furthermore, I never know if it’s going to be Edward walking through that door or JMF. I love me some Edward Cullen, but I always secretly cross my fingers for a bit of JMF while he’s here. He is always a welcomed sight around my office…or more specifically, around my desk. *smirks and raises eyebrows*
Oh no! Stop! Stop! Don’t go there! Damn it…I swore to myself that I would not allow myself to think of that before I do these interviews. That’s the kind of thing that gets me in trouble…big trouble…big, hard trouble…*licks lips*…big, hard, long trouble…big, hard, long…..OMG! STOP, STOP, STOP!!!!
Krysti: *fists clenched tightly in lap* Good afternoon, Edward. How ya’ doin’ handsome? *with a tight smile on her lips*
Edward: *grins, runs hands through hair* I’m doing pretty fucking good today.
Krysti: Wow, you seem to be in a pretty good mood?
Edward: *nods in agreement, smirking*
Krysti: I’m curious, Edward, how much did you have to pay Mr. Molina to get the whole partners thing to work in your favor?
Edward: *chuckles* I didn’t. Actually, when I walked in, I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. I thought I could handle sitting with B for one day. Obviously, I didn’t do that great of a job. However, it did seem to work out in my favor, don’t you think. *smirks*
Krysti: *laughs* I noticed that you got a little “distracted” while you were sitting with her. What was the deal with you getting all weird over her lotion?
Edward: *licks lips, adjusts self* I didn’t know what she was wearing but it smelled fucking delicious. I couldn’t control myself. JMF definitely had control of me and my dick.
Krysti: *quickly scribbles on a note pad* So, JMF has a thing for freesia? Good to know. So, ummm…anyway, I hear you and Bella are going to try to go back to being “just friends”? Do you really think that’s possible?
Edward: *scratches back of neck, grinning* It’s possible for the time being, Krys’. However, I see many possibilities in the new future. I don’t want to be just Bella’s friend. *adjusts self, smirks*
Krysti: *eyes glued to his hand while he adjusts his dick, bites bottom lip* Speaking of friends, you had me worried for a minute there in the parking lot. I was pretty sure you were going to kick Riley’s ass. What do you think Bella would do if that actually happened?
Edward: *clenches fists, tightens jaw* I was pretty fucking sure I was going to kick his ass too. Best case scenario, Bella would understand why the dickhead deserved it and she would be leaving with me. Worst case scenario, I would be apologizing…again. Bella is always my priority.
Krysti: *taking slow deep breaths, shaking head, trying to stop dirty thoughts* Yeah, Bella…umm…so, you’re going to go with her to Seattle to pick out a car, right?
Edward: Abso-fuckin’-lutely! *fits both hands in hair* I think this is exactly what we need, some time together, some time alone. I hope I can keep JMF under control.
Krysti: *quirks eyebrow* Are you sure it’s a good idea for JMF to be in a car with Bella and her new freesia lotion all the way to Seattle? He might decide to try to test drive more than cars, if you know what I mean?
Edward: *narrows eyes at Krysti* Are you trying to sabotage this? *bites bottom lip* Guess you’ll have to read next week to find out?
Krysti: *gasps, feigns a look of shock* Who me? Sabotage your day with Bella? I would never! *giggles*
Edward: *rolls eyes, stands up pulling out a cigarette and lights it* Are we done here?
Krysti: Why? Are you in a hurry or somethin'?
Edward: *takes drag of cigarette, runs hand through hair* Yeah, I think I need to go to the mall. *turns to Krysti with a questioning look* Do you know where I can get that freesia shit?
Krysti: *grins* As a matter of fact, I do and I just so happen to be getting ready to go to the mall myself…to do a little shoes shopping…soooo…I could drive you, if you want? *smirks, shrugs innocently*
Edward: *adjusts self* Did you just fucking say shoes?
Krysti: *nods slowly* I’ll even let you pick the ones you want me to buy. *licks lips*
Edward: *grabs Krysti by the arm* Are you ready? Grab your purse. I’m fucking driving. You’re riding with me. Let’s go.
Krysti: *snatches purse off desk, follows Edward to the door biting lip* I’m more than happy to ride you…*looks flustered* I…I… mean with you!”
Edward: *smirks* C’mon, Krys’
Krysti: *from the hall* Oh, Edward, wait…hold on…don’t move…I just have to… *pokes head around the wall looking at the blog readers…
Well, uh…I gotta’ go, but make sure you all leave me some love…yeah, yeah, I’m a comment hoor…but you already know all that shit.
What else? What else? Oh, check out Robmusement’s Blog. She does awesome banners for Always and Never and An Unhealthy Addict (like the adorable Valentine's one I have up right now). Thanks sweety! Make sure you leave her some love on her blog too.
If you have any suggestions for questions or something you’d like to see during these interviews…please feel free to share! *Edward yells from hall* Eeeks! I gotta’ go. Hope B-Girl forgives me for this. But like I always say, “sometimes it’s better to ask forgiveness than to ask for permission”. See ya’!
P.S. On the real, I really want to send some love to my bestie Bostongirl for letting me do these little Textward interviews and for always giving me such awesome love on her A/N's. And don't let her fool you, her chappy's are never as shiteous as she tries to make it seem! Well, ok so there was a Leprechaun, and a beagle eater, and a cyclops this time, but whatever. That's what happens when you stay up all night trying to get a kickass chappy out! I love ya' girly and I wouldn't trade your midnight phone calls for all the cinnamon lollipops in the world...well unless they were attached to Textwards mouth...but I really to heart you hard! *MWAH*
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