AN: This is my first attempt at a fan fic that I actually feel is good enough to post online! I know this first chapter is fairly short, but I just want to get a feel on if this is something you Twi-Hards would enjoy. Give it a read, then rate, review and follow so I'm inspired to keep writing!

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Chapter 1

What the hell have I gotten myself into? I looked across the table at "baller26" aka "Mike" aka "Online guy #2 I've gone out with in as many weeks." This is no way to find a guy, but my mother, Renée, has been in one of those Bella's-never-going-to-find-the-one moods lately. She didn't tell me she'd made an online dating profile for me until I showed up for what was supposed to be a mother-daughter dinner, and ended up being a very awkward blind date. I showed up to The Olive Garden in jeans and a light purple knit sweater, with no make-up and my hair left alone, only to be met at the front door by a very good looking man.

At least Renée has good taste when it comes to looks.

Jacob Black was a tall, broad-shouldered, olive skinned man. He had expressive eyes that looked like the color of black coffee, and a smile so white it was almost blinding. Too bad his personality didn't match his looks. No matter how dashing he appeared in well-fitted jeans and a deep green sweater, inside he was an all-out prick.

No, "prick" is putting it too nicely. Jacob Black was a womanizing ass.

I wish I had figured this out before I invited him home for after-dinner coffee. My studio apartment still smells a bit like pepper spray.

Note to self: don't ever use pepper spray indoors again.

"Bella?" I heard someone whisper my name. A little louder, "Bella?"

I shook my head and returned to my surroundings, pushing the memory of Jacob back into the recesses of my memory. Mike was staring at me like I'd gone crazy.

"Sorry, I spaced out I guess."

"Are you done with your meal? I would love to head out to the movie theater soon. It starts in twenty minutes." Mike crunched up the left side of his face, in what I think was an attempt at a wink. Definitely not the kind of wink any self-respecting woman would ever want to be the recipient of. I tried to hide my shiver.

"Ah, well, Mike. I'm actually pretty tired. It was a tough week at work and all. Would you mind skipping the movie?"

Mike perked up at those words, his eyes leaving the backside of the waitress at the table next to us, returning to my chest. "You're place or mine?"

Fuck. He thought this was an invitation to hook up. I was intending it as more of a you-creep-me-out statement. "Well, actually Mike, I was thinking we could just call it a night here."

Still staring at my breasts, "I would make it worth your time." Another awkward wink. "No woman has ever regretted being with me."

"Mike…" I was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. I was having a hard time believing his last claim.

He leaned across small, two-person table and lowered his voice. "I'd love to make your pussy nice and wet, and rock your world with my Big. Hard. Cock."

Whoa, boy!, I thought. This guy is totally going overboard. I decided to lie, not seeing any other way to get out of this without making a scene. Somehow I knew Mike would start getting more vocal about his "friend" if I didn't agree.

I pretended to consider for a moment, and pushed out my chest a bit. "Hmm, that does sound really tempting." I swirled my finger around the rim of my water glass. Mike gulped, and his eyes went a bit glazed over. "Just give me a minute to run to the ladies room first."

I stood up then smoothed down my skirt, aware of Mike's gaze on my ass the entire time. I tried not to hurry too fast in the direction of the restrooms. Luckily I had had the sense to convince Mike we should have dinner at Cullen's, where my best friend from high school now worked as a line cook. A waiter came out the door just as I reached it.

"Hey, is Angela Weber in there?" I asked in a whisper.

The waiter looked at me odd, and said "Yes, she's here until we close." I pushed past the gangly teenager, avoiding the tray he hurriedly held up over my head as I almost knocked it over. "Hey wait!" He called as the door swung shut behind me.

Kitchen staff of all kinds looked up with alarm as I barged into the kitchen. A blonde head turned around, eyes open wide in surprise, taking in my worried expression.

Angela walked over to me, leaving what looked like a pot of gravy behind at her workstation.

"Bella! What the hell are you doing in here? You're not supposed to be in here! Oh this isn't good…" Angela had a habit of asking a lot of questions when she was surprised or worried.

I shushed her and pulled her off to the side. "I'm on a date with a guy I met online, and he's a total creep! He wants to put his 'big hard cock' in my 'wet pussy.'" I used finger quotes for emphasis. Angela's face went red then white in the same second. Crude words make her so uncomfortable.

"Please help me sneak out of here!"

Angela looked around, as if worried someone would see us talking. She took a deep breath then turned her focus back to me. "Okay, fine. Why the heck did you agree to a date with someone online anyways?"

"Angela I don't have time for a lecture right now!"

"Right, sorry. Follow me. Keep your arms at your side so you don't knock into anyone."

I followed her through the middle of the kitchen to the delivery door.

"Turn right at the end of the alley so you don't go in front of the restaurant." She was about to close the door behind her when I had another reason to panic.

"Angela! Angela!" I called back, "I parked out front! What do I do, this creep will see me!"

Angela sighed, and opened the door back up. "Come here," she whispered.

I followed her back into the kitchen, over to where the employees kept their personal items during their shift. She went to a beat up backpack and rummaged through it, extracting a set of keys. She quickly pulled one off the ring, and stood up handing it to me.

"We can trade cars for the night. Give me your keys." I handed over the keys to my precious truck. Thank God this was Angela, she's the only person beside myself I would trust with my baby. She pushed me back toward the door, and opened it, about to push me toward the exit of the service alley. I turned around to say a quick "thanks," but she waved me off with a worried expression. I felt bad for interrupting her work, but I knew she would understand.

I whipped around, and walked right in to something tall and hard. I stumbled, and a pair of hands grabbed my upper arms, steadying me.

"What the hell are you doing out here? That door is for employees only!" an angry voice spit out. I looked up and blinked a few times. Holy shit, what was a model doing yelling at me about employee-only areas.

"Who – who are you?" I breathlessly asked.

The man rolled his eyes – beautiful, emerald-green eyes. He looked at me; or rather he glared at me. "I should be asking the same thing of you. Did you just come out that door?"

I started getting nervous. This gorgeous man wasn't startled by my appearance, but he was quite obviously pissed. "Well, yeah, you see, I was on this terrible date with some guy from , his profile name was baller26 I guess I should have known he'd be a creep, but anyways, he was making everything all awkward and then kept talking about sex and he winked and…" I trailed off as the man shook me a bit.

"What the hell does any of that have to do with you coming out of a service door?" He whisper-yelled at me.

I took a deep breath, and tried to avoid looking into the amazing eyes. "Well, my friend, she works here. And I thought she might help me sneak out without the guy seeing, and she did."

"Who's your friend?" He looked genuinely curious.

"Angela. But why does that matter?" Green-eyes looked away from me, and pushed me out of the way as he roughly pushed open the door.

"Ms. Weber!" he yelled, "Would you mind joining me out side for a moment?" By this point, I was very confused. He looked down at me as we waited for Angela to come to the door.

"Ms. Weber, would you mind explaining why this woman came through this door?"

Angela's eyes widened, and her voice cracked as she explained that she'd helped me escape a bad date.

"Ms. Weber, need I explain to you again the rules against non-employees in the kitchen area?" The man was livid.

"Yes, sir," Angela meekly answered.

"Normally a violation like that would be terms for termination…"

"Oh, please sir! It won't happen again!" Angela looked at him with pleading eyes. He sighed.

"As I was saying, normally it would be terms for an immediate end to your employment, but as it seems you didn't disturb anything, I will let it go this time."

Angela looked up at him with tears threatening to spill onto her cheeks.

I finally had had enough, and decided to pipe up on behalf of my friend. "Who the hell are you to be threatening her with her job?" I yelled.

Green-eyes looked at me, then back at Angela and sighed loudly. "Ms. Weber, would you mind introducing me to your guest?"

Angela looked at me with worried eyes. "Bella Swan, this is Edward Cullen. My boss."

Oh shit. I was looking at Edward Cullen, notorious dickwad and James Beard Award-winning chef and owner of Cullen's. The word vomit was inevitable: "But you're not old! You can't be more than thirty! And you're hot!" came out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

Angela's eyes widened even more, if that's even possible, and Mr. Edward Cullen smirked. "It's good to meet you, Ms. Swan. And to think, you don't look anything like a large water-loving bird." His eyes went dark, and he brusquely turned around, and pushed past Angela. "Get back to work, Ms. Weber," I heard him say as the door was closing.

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P.S. I decided that Bella should have her usual red truck, so I've made that change to this chapter. As I'm arranging my storyline, some changes may occasionally occur. When they do, I will be sure to notify my awesome readers so you don't get confused by random changes!