Keeping up with the pretenses, I got into my car and drove to Port Angeles. I’d rather be flying, damn it. Parking
across the street from the trailer, I shook the hand of the project manager, a
brute of a man named Emmett.
“I heard a lot of good things about you, Edward,” he said.
“Hard worker, keeps to yourself, but a smart ass.”
“I’d rather be a smart ass than a dumb ass,” I quipped,
handing him a cup of coffee.
“Good point. You’ll be on the top floor with Mike and Tyler
until lunch,” he said, taking the coffee. “Focus on tearing down the walls and
pulling the plumbing. Last one up there has to haul the toilets down.”
“Later,” I laughed, handing him the carafe of coffee. I ran
up the stairs and began my work in earnest. Tyler showed up last, bitching that
he had to haul the six toilets down the stairs. Mike and I laughed as he
carried them the four flights of stairs. When Tyler wasn’t complaining about
the toilets, both men chattered about their girlfriends. However, the way they
talked about women was demeaning and I was appalled for their significant
others. They described their bodies and lack of prowess in the bedroom. I
stayed quiet, biting back my comments as they continued their crude commentary.
Despite that, we worked well together until lunch, breaking
for our meal. They went to some local greasy spoon, but I said that I had
packed a lunch, wandering to the marina. I sat there, away from Mike and Tyler
describing each graphic detail of their love making – okay, it was fucking -
and listening to the breeze, relishing in the spotty sunlight as it warmed my
face.
Breaking me from my reverie, I heard a musical giggle. I
turned toward it, seeing the most gorgeous creature I’d laid my eyes on. She
was petite with long brown hair, pale skin and the curves of a beautiful woman.
She was talking on a cell phone to another woman, sharing details about a blind
date. A bad blind date.
I was inexplicably angry that this woman had gone out on a
blind date and that it wasn’t with me.
What are you talking
about, Edward?
I was a fucking angel. I didn’t do romantic involvements. Up
until I was on earth, I was a virgin. But, once I jumped into the pool, I
couldn’t get enough.
One night stands, sure. I may be an angel, but I’m still a
man. A horny man, damn it.
But, this woman was not like the women I’d been with before.
She was pure, innocent, and fucking beautiful. I shook my head, watching her as
she continued her conversation before she walked to a nearby elementary school.
I waited until she was inside before going back to my job. However, I kept my
thoughts trained on hers while I was close by, just to hear the beautiful tenor
of her mental voice and her kind nature as she taught her fourth grade
students.
Bella Swan
Edward, fallen angel
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