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Hotel supervisor, Isabella, is having a hard time with Cameo Hotel’s newest guest, VP Edward Cullen. He’s an ass and complains about everything! What is it that Mr. Cullen really wants?

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It all started on a Wednesday night when I was on duty one night after a grueling mid-term exam. I had been in a shitty mood and when I got to work was reamed out by angry customer after angry customer thanks to one of the maids, Jessica, completely skipping one of her floors. 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 my panties wet. Yeah, it was one of those moments.

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“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. “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.

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“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 like you,” he answered, and I could see the truth in his eyes. My crying stopped momentarily “I’ve gone about it in a very juvenile way, I admit.”

“How so?”

“Don’t little boys pick on the girl they like?”

“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.”

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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 in fists against the wall.

I leaned forward and nuzzled his cock through his suit pants, running my nose and lips from the base to the tip of the very large 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.