A/N: This is a new genre for me. I've only written Twi-fics strictly. Never Crossover. While it technically isn't crossover, since the movie itself is not a category for FFN, yet. This story is loosely based on the new movie What Men Want, Starring Taraji P. Henson and our ever dreamy Kellan Lutz. I have always wanted to pair a Cullen with an African-American love interest. When I saw the previews to the movie, I thought here is my shot. I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this fic just yet. Whether I want to include other Twi characters or not. It may be slow going and depending on the response, maybe only a few chapters. But I hope you enjoy it


"Oh God, Yes!" Ali moaned as he slipped his big gorgeous cock into the depths of her core. She wrapped her caramel thighs around his firm pale hips as the heels of her feet dug into his rock-hard lily-white ass, urging him deeper into her.

I have got to get this boy somewhere where he can get some sun. Perhaps a nude beach in Hawaii or Fiji, Ali thought as he thrust deeper and deeper into her. While the rest of him was beautifully tanned, apparently from his daily runs; his ass was paler than Casper's ghost. That wasn't even important right at this moment. What was important was that with each thrust he was bringing her closer and closer to the ecstasy she was craving.

"That's it, baby, you like when I go deep, don't ya?" The gorgeous hunk of man whispered, as his tongue did the most wicked things to that spot right behind her ear.

"FUCK! And you know it! Don't stop! Don't you dare fucking stop!" He chuckled as he sat back on his haunches and brought Ali up, so he was holding her close to his muscle-bound chest. Ali wrapped her arms around his neck, as she carded her hands into the blond hair at the nape of his neck.

"Ali baby, I have no intentions of stopping until I get what I came here for," He said in his deep sexy, alluring voice, with only a hint of his southern lilt that turned Ali on so much.

He's always been so quiet in the elevator, only making quick eye contact with her as she and her assistant made their way to work in the mornings as he was coming back from his daily morning runs. When he finally spoke to her, she nearly dropped to her knees in mere shock. Now, every time she saw him, all she wanted to do was push the elevator stop button, fall to her knees and take all of Captain Fucktastic into her mouth. Brandon, her assistant, could stand there and watch for all she cared. Hell, his little gay ass would probably enjoy the show.

"And what exactly did you come here for?" Ali said with a smirk. Captain Fucktastic gave her a return smirk. His boyish dimples playing on his devilishly handsome face.

"Oh, Baby, I think you know," He said as the angle of this new position brought her closer and closer to ecstasy.

"Now cum for me baby," he said as he placed a hand between them and was just about to brush his thumb over her swollen protruding nub.

BUZZ

BUZZ

BUZZ

Ali shot up in her bed ramrod straight, as the alarm of her phone was blaring. The sweat was pouring from her as she took in her surroundings.

"HOLY FUCKING HELL! NOT AGAIN! AAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHH!" she screamed just as Brandon took that opportunity to barge into her bedroom. He picked up the phone from her nightstand and turned it off.

"I take it you were in the middle of your usual dream. Might I suggest you possibly start that particular dream a little earlier in your evening? At any rate. Rise and shine. The treadmill is already set. Your breakfast will be waiting once you've had your run. And I picked out the black and white Chanel houndstooth jacket with the black pencil skirt and black Louboutin Mary Janes for today. Now chop-chop. Times-a-wasting," Brandon said as he flitted around the room, doing whatever the fuck it is he does, and then left, closing the door behind him. Ali sat there in bed looking dazed for a moment.

"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

Once she was finally dressed, Ali and Brandon were ready to head to the office. Today was the big day. Nick Irves was finally retiring. She'd worked long and hard to ultimately prove herself to this firm. Ali Davis was the only female sports agent at Sports Management Worldwide and the first and only female Partner of any sports management firm. Ever. She had proven what she was capable of time and time again. Even though Irves had threatened to fire her when she didn't initially pull in the kid Jamal Barry or his crazy ass daddy Joe "Dolla". Even after she threatened to take her new acquisition, once she did land Barry with her to her own sports management agency. She hadn't been ready for that responsibility of owning her own firm, yet. But she sure as shit wasn't going to turn down this opportunity to be Managing Partner of SMW. Not today!

As she and Brandon stood to wait for the elevator, she hoped to God, she'd get a glimpse of her latest obsession, Captain Fucktastic.

They met every morning. As she left for work, he was coming down for his morning run. This morning however instead of his usual running gear, He was in a business suit. And god, did he look fucking good. Good enough to eat! Ali thought as she licked her lips as she took the sight of him all in.

She saw the smirk play on his face as she stepped into the elevator.

"Mr. McCarty," she said as she boarded the elevator.

"Good Morning, Ms. Davis," was all he ever said since she had finally introduced herself. She knew exactly who Emmett Dale McCarty was.

Emmett Dale McCarty was the Heisman Trophy-winning running back from Vanderbilt. He was the third-round draft pick to the Tennessee Titans when they first became an expansion team. He played for two years and all but fell off the face of the earth. Until he moved into her building. Every morning she watched him as he played with his I-phone, pulling up his playlist and adjusted his earphones while they rode the elevator in absolute silence, other than their usual morning pleasantries.

Emmett Dale McCarty was the man, who came to her every night in her dreams, as she chased the ever-elusive release, he begged her for every night, but she woke up before she reached that plateau of ecstasy.

"Not running this morning?" Ali asked. She rolled her eyes. Really, Ali? Is that the best you can come up with? Fucking Duh, girl! Unless the man is going running in that perfectly tailored Armani suit that covers his bulging biceps and ass so tight you can bounce a quarter off of it. Emmett chuckled.

"No, actually, I'm starting a new job today," was all he said.

"Oh. Well congratulations and good luck," Ali said. Damn! Does that mean I won't get to see that sexy tight ass in those running pants anymore? SHIT!

Another awkward silence fell as they continued to ride the elevator down. Once the elevator made it to the lobby floor, Ali and Brandon were preparing to get off. Usually, the three got off together as Ali made her way to the car Brandon would have parked at the entrance of the building. They'd stand and watch as Emmett took off for his run, before climbing in the car and going to work. This time, Emmett stayed on the elevator, only then did she notice the 'G' for Garage, button was lit up.

"Well have a great day, and congratulations again," she said as she got off with Brandon.

"Thank you, and you do the same," Emmett said as the elevators closed.

"Why don't you just jump his bones already and stop playing footsie with the man," Brandon admonished.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Brandon! I could say the same for that tall, lanky drink of water you keep tip-toeing around," Ali said to her assistant. Brandon's face took on a shy blush.

"Oh yeah, well that's different," Brandon said before he swished his ass around to the driver side of the car after closing the door once Ali got into the passenger seat.

"And how so?" Ali inquired.

"Well, we work together. I would never date someone that I work with," Brandon proffered. Ali audibly clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes.

"Phfft! Brandon, that is the dumbest shit I've ever heard of, boy," Ali admonished. Ali then twisted her mouth as she gave it some thought.

"You know, once I become Managing Partner, I could always fire him. Then you'd be free to jump his bones all you want," she ended with a teasing smirk. Brandon's mouth gaped open, and his eyes became wide and round, nearly as big as the oval shape of his eyeglasses. He then closed his mouth and formed a scowl.

"You wouldn't dare," he all but snarled at Ali.

"Oh, boy, don't get your panties all in a bunch. Ain't nobody gonna fire that little boy toy of yours," Ali said with a giggle. Brandon's face relaxed and a playful smile formed on his face. Brandon thought about all the nights he had his own dreams of Danny and him in post-coital bliss.

After she and Brandon had gotten settled into her office, Ali mentally prepared herself for the upcoming meeting. Brandon was currently working on her calendar of meetings while she paced back and forth in front of her desk.

"Ali, relax. You've got this. You were the same way when they were announcing the new partner," Brandon said, never looking up from his computer screen.

"YEAH! And look how that turned out," Ali admonished. She was now wringing her hands as she was slowly wearing a patch into the carpet.

"Yeah, I know. But you eventually got it. Now everybody who is anybody knows the name, Ali Davis. Now come on, it's time," Brandon said as he gathered up all their things and they made their way to the conference room.

On their way, they passed Danny in the hall, as usual on his phone cussing out his brother-in-law over their fantasy football league. Brandon gave him his best sexy smirk as they walked by. Danny stopped his conversation and nervously smiled at Brandon, before returning to his conversation with his brother-in-law, obscenities flying out of his mouth every other word. Brandon thought how he would love to hear those obscenities as Danny fucked the shit out of him.

Ali quickly found a seat, as Brandon sat in the chair behind her with the other assistants, ready to provide whatever she needed and check dates on her calendar. Irves finally walked in as everyone that was coming in quickly found their seat. He was absentmindedly turning the football around from hand to hand as he always did for big announcements. Irves had been a big football star in his own right back in his glory days. So, he very seldom was seen without one in his hands.

"Good morning, team. As you know, we have big changes in store for SWM. I have decided to retire." Irves started as he tossed the football in the air and caught it, while still pacing in front of the eyes staring at him. He took a quick glance in Ali's direction.

"In saying that. Some of you may not understand why I've decided to hand the reigns over to this person." Ali knew this was it. This was an all-boys club, and she knew it. Most of them had never voted for her when it came time to announce the new partner. They feigned acceptance when she was finally awarded the illustrious position. She wondered how many would quit their job before having a female boss, a black female boss at that. Ali was so caught up in her own thoughts, she missed much else of what Irves said until he called her name.

"Ali…" Ali gave her best-surprised look as she stood up and walked over to Irves. "I expect you two will work well together and you will show him the ropes…" Ali's mind went into overdrive. She looked back at Brandon who was just as mystified as she was. This can't be happening! This absolutely cannot be happening again! I'm being passed up yet again in this God-forsaken boy's club. Well, that's it. Fuck it! AAAAARRRRRRHHHHHGGGGGG!

Ali turned to Brandon and started gathering her things as she was preparing to make her exit.

"Ali, please Welcome and meet your new co-Managing Partner. Former Running back for the Tennessee Titans and my nephew. Emmett Dale McCarty, Jr." Ali's eyes widened as she looked at Brandon before her head snapped around to look directly into the dimpled smiling face of Captain Fucktastic.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Ali exclaimed. The edges of her vision began to get fuzzy until everything went black. Her last uttering words were;

"I'm working for Captain Fucktastic." Thankfully, only Brandon heard that.