A/N: So, I promised I would get around to writing another one. This time you're going to find a Bella/Jacob story. Now, I've started a new job, and I'm still in school. So, I can't promise immediate updates like with the other two. But, I promise when I have free time, you will get updates. I hope you enjoy this story.

BPOV

I was sitting at the little bistro, enjoying a cappuccino, waiting for my next orders. The Paris streets were insane today. I would much rather be back in my little apartment in Alexandria, Virginia. Okay, so it wasn't little. It's a three bedroom, two bath, ground floor apartment just a few miles from D.C.

Don't get me wrong. I love Paris, especially in the winter. I've loved every country I've gone to for work. I just wish one day I could go to enjoy myself. To answer your next question, yes, I'm alone. I'm always alone. I work for the CIA, so I spend most of my free time reading. I love the classics, Emily Bronte, Jane Austen, the women who made romance real.

My phone rang. I looked at it. 777. Work. "Yeah."

"You'll be staying there for a couple more weeks. The Volturi are meeting some of their family there. Keep your ears open. It's reported they'll be in the same motel as you. They'll be expecting you to continue as their 'insider' so make sure you keep up your cover."

"Gotcha." I hung up and picked my cup back up, taking a sip. This place made the best cappuccinos. It's a little place called Crépuscule. I come here every time I'm sent to France. Yes, I do believe that I'm addicted.

After finishing my drink, I made my way down the street to my motel. It's a rustic place called Lumière des étoiles. It had all of the charm of old Paris that anyone could ever dream of. It was the only place I would stay. My boss hated it because most of the time it meant I was commuting.

I smiled a hello to the young guy behind the desk. He winked at me, his normal response. I just laughed under my breath. If only he knew that I could kill him in about 20 different ways, he might not be so quick to flirt. That, of course, was another reason I was a confirmed bachelorette. Men couldn't seem to handle a strong woman.

I pressed the up button and waited for the elevator. It finally reached the lobby and opened. I walked in and pressed the button for the top floor, floor six. Just as the doors were closing, a tanned hand slid in between causing them to open back up.

I looked up and felt my heart race. Maybe this is why I was still single. Standing in front of me was a slice of man heaven. He had to be Native American. He had huge brown eyes and long black hair. I could just imaging running my fingers through it. He was probably close to seven feet tall. He was wearing snug jeans, a dark green button-up shirt that hugged his chest, and a leather coat. Even under his coat, I could tell he was built. The girls I hang out with back home would call him sex on legs. Say it with me now. Yummy!

"What floor?" He looked at me and smiled. Oh, God. Gorgeous smile. Beautiful white teeth. I bet he's meeting his wife. I looked at his finger quickly. No ring. Okay. His girlfriend then.

"It's already lit." His voice was so deep. I could just picture resting my head against his chest to listen to it vibrate. Wait! He's on my floor? I glanced up and noticed he had his hand held out. I took it. "Ethan. Ethan Davis."

I smiled back. "Raevyn. Raevyn Shayne." My smile widened. "It's nice to meet you, Ethan."

A white man's name on a Native American? Well, nowadays I'm sure most of them have Westernized. Not that it matters. He's still hot as fire.

"It's nice to meet you too, Raevyn. Are you in town on business or pleasure?" His smile just about melted my insides.

Now that I've met you. Pleasure, baby. I told my mind to shut up so I could answer him. "I'm here on business. I work for a newspaper in Washington, D.C. They asked me to come check out some of the local businesses for our travel section. I've been here a couple times in the past for the same thing. I wish they would just reuse my information." I laughed. I almost hated lying to this handsome man. Almost.

"Nice." Mmm, yes you are.

"What about you?" He leaned against the wall of the elevator. "I'm here on vacation."

"Must be nice." He smiled again. "Well, Raevyn, if you have any time, would you care to show me around? This is my first trip."

The elevator buzzed, letting us know we reached our floor. We stepped out. Yet, he didn't move away. "You never answered me, Raevyn."

"Don't you have a girlfriend or someone to show you around?" He blushed. He actually blushed.

"No. This is my first time off from work in a while. I'm sort of married to my job." Yes! Score one for the lady agent!

"Um, sure." I knew I wouldn't have anything to do the rest of the week. The Volturi weren't due in until next week. "I'm in room 609. Just meet me there in the morning."

"609? I'm in 607. Right next door." I must have angels watching over me or something.

"Well, then I guess I'll definitely see you in the morning. Night."

He gave me another glorious smile. "Night, Raevyn."

I turned and walked away, feeling his eyes on me the whole way. When I reached my door, I looked back. He was still standing there watching me. I gave a small wave and disappeared in my room. I'd definitely be having sweet dreams tonight.

JPOV

I had put in for this vacation last year. But, naturally, something just had to come up. No wonder I was still a bachelor. I couldn't even find time for myself, let alone someone else. I didn't even have a dog. Thankfully, I did have a few friends who understood. They took care of my apartment for me anytime I went out of town.

Ah, my apartment. A wonderful two bedroom back in Alexandria, Virginia. It was only a few miles from headquarters in D.C. I'm a CIA agent. My boss sent me here to France for a few weeks because an Italian mafia group we've been watching, the Volturi, is supposed to arrive here next week. I know what you're thinking. Why is the CIA worried about the mafia? Well, normally we would leave that to the FBI. However, we got word they may be delivering munitions and information to the Al Qaeda. So, naturally, it peaked our interest.

I'm here posing as a bodyguard for the brothers in charge. Yes, usually they have only one boss, but from what I understand, they thought it would be more beneficial to share the position. I use the alias Ethan Davis. My boss thinks it's hilarious to send a Native American undercover with a white man's name. It doesn't bother me one bit either way. My family comes from the Quileute tribes that settled in Washington state. Honestly, I hated the cold which is how I ended up on the Mid-Atlantic Coast. I actually started out in the Bureau of Indian Affairs but decided I wanted something more challenging. That's how I ended up here.

My boss told me I'd be meeting up with another agent, who is posing as a double agent, when I got here, but he never told me who he is. I guess I'll know when I meet him.

I walked into my motel, Lumière des étoiles, intent on heading straight to bed. I was exhausted after that flight. I'd stayed here before and knew the beds were perfect. Maybe it wouldn't be too late to order something to eat. Then, tomorrow, I plan to enjoy the city. I love Paris in the winter time. I just wish I had someone to enjoy it with.

I ran over to the elevator and stuck my hand between the doors just as they were closing. When they opened, I came face to face with the most heavenly creature. God she was beautiful. She had big brown eyes and long brown curly hair. I judged her to be about 5'5". She had an amazing body, definitely an athlete.

She was wearing skin-tight jeans, an equally snug, dark blue sweater, and what looked to be high-heeled boots. Her cheeks were flushed, most likely from the cold outside. And, it looked like she wasn't wearing any make-up. An all-natural, girl next door. Just my kind.

"What floor?" I looked at her and smiled. Her voice was, oh man, how to describe it? Well, it was like angels singing. I saw her glance at my hand. Was she looking for a ring?

"It's already lit." I held out my hand to her. Yes, the gesture was a sign of politeness, but I also wanted an excuse to feel her skin. "Ethan. Ethan Davis." She took my hand, and it was like touching silk.

She smiled back at me, and I swear, I was instantly aroused. Why? Why do I finally find someone like this when I'm in the middle of an op? This could not be happening. "Raevyn. Raevyn Shayne. It's nice to meet you, Ethan."

Raevyn? That could almost be considered a Native American name.

"It's nice to meet you too, Raevyn. Are you in town on business or pleasure?" I couldn't help myself. I know. It's almost like that cheesy pick up line "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

"I'm here on business. I work for a newspaper in Washington, D.C. They asked me to come check out some of the local businesses for our travel section. I've been here a couple times in the past for the same thing. I wish they would just reuse my information." She laughed. It was like bells ringing.

"Nice." To be honest, I wasn't sure if I was talking about her or her reason for being here.

"What about you?" I leaned against the wall of the elevator so that I could have a better view of her. "I'm here on vacation."

"Must be nice." I smiled at her again. Then something clicked. I wouldn't have anything to do until early next week. "Well, Raevyn, if you have any time, would you care to show me around? This is my first trip." I almost hated lying to her. Almost.

The elevator buzzed, letting us know we reached our floor. We stepped out. She hadn't answered me yet, so I didn't move. "You never answered me, Raevyn."

"Don't you have a girlfriend or someone to show you around?" I blushed. I can't believe I just blushed. What's wrong with me?

"No. This is my first time off from work in a while. I'm sort of married to my job." I'm not sure if it was wishful thinking or not, but her face actually seemed to light up.

"Um, sure. I'm in room 609. Just meet me there in the morning."

"609? I'm in 607. Right next door." Maybe I could stop by for a cup of sugar? I know. Lame.

"Well, then I guess I'll definitely see you in the morning. Night."

I gave her another smile. It was impossible not to. "Night, Raevyn."

She turned to walk away, and I was mesmerized by her movements. Man, she was gorgeous. I wonder how long she would be here. She turned to me when she got to her door and waved. Then, she disappeared inside. Once she was out of view, I could move again. I went to my own room, throwing myself down on the bed once I got inside. I was going to have some hot dreams tonight.

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