Master of the Universe

Master of the Universe by Snowqueens Icedragon

Twilight, Rated M, Edward/Bella, AH-AU, Lemons

Reviewed by Presty

This is a story filled with mysteries and lots of playful lemons. ;). One day Bella's best friend and roommate, Rosalie has to interview multimillionaire Edward Cullen for a college magazine. Since Rosalie is sick, she asks Bella to do it as a favor. Watch, or in this case read, how a simple interview meeting where sparks fly changes both their lives. How Bella goes from being a simple, innocent girl to a submissive to a very dominant Edward Cullen.

A little piece of the story:

I am on my hands and knees in the doorway to Mr Cullen’s office, and gentle hands are around me helping to pull me up. I am so embarrassed, damn my clumsiness. I have to steel myself to glance up. Holy Crow, he’s so young…
“Miss Hale…” he extends a long-fingered hand to me, once I’m stood. “I’m Edward Cullen. Are you all right? Would you like to sit?”
He’s so young… and attractive. Very attractive. Tall, dressed in a fine grey suit, white shirt and black tie with unruly bronze hair and intense, bright green eyes that regard me shrewdly.
“Err… actually,” It takes a moment for me to find my voice, and I think my mouth has plopped open in astonishment. If this guy is over thirty then I’m a monkey’s uncle… I extend my hand to him in a daze, and we shake. As our fingers touch I feel a strange current go through me. I withdraw my hand hastily, and I can feel myself blinking… rapidly, matching my heart rate.“Miss Hale is err… indisposed, so she sent me. I hope you don’t mind, Mr Cullen.”
“And you are…?” His voice is warm, possibly amused but it’s difficult to tell from his impassive expression. He looks mildly interested, but above all, polite.
“Isabella Swan. I’m studying English with Rose… err Rosalie… err Miss Hale at Washington State.”
“I see,” he says simply and I think I can see the ghost of a smile in his expression but I’m not sure. “Would you like to sit?” He waves me towards a white leather buttoned L-shaped couch. The room is vast with an enormous modern dark wood desk beside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything is white except on the wall by the door, there’s a succession of small square paintings, thirty-six of them arranged in a square…. they are exquisite, a series of mundane, forgotten objects, painted in such precise detail they look like photographs. Displayed together, they are breathtaking.
“A local artist. Trouton.” He says when he catches my gaze.
“They’re lovely. Raising the ordinary to extraordinary,” I murmur, distracted, by him and by the paintings.
He gazes at me intently.“Yes Miss Swan,” he replies softly.

*Presty*

Admin Note: I'm pretty sure the above pic is a screen shot from Eclipse. Who's excited? I am! I am! :)