Chapter one:

"Hey butch! Got a client at the front. Wants to talk about design." Rosalie Hale says to me one gloomy October morning in our beautiful town of New York City.

"Rose, seriously, like I'm in the middle of something, go talk to the person yourself. You're on your ass all day and I'm not up for this shit right now." I answer her.

"I'm not going near that dumb bitch. You're the people person, you do it. I'll take over." She said, sauntering over to me and my client.

"Fuck you alright. Don't touch my guy," I say to Rose, dumb bitch. I look back down to my client on the table. "I'll be right back Johnny; I gotta go see what's up out front." Johnny just nods and continues listening to his iPod. Stupid kid, don't know what he's doing to himself.

As I walk to the front I start thinking about all the nasty things this person must've done to Rose. Rose wasn't necessarily nice, but she always looked forward to marking someone with her signature.

I grab the clipboard on the counter and look down to it, filling out my name and shit like that.

Without looking up I say, "Alright, I'm Emmett Cullen. I'll be the guy to do your design and tat. How may I help you?"

"Yes, Mr. Cullen, hi. I'm Bella Swan. Nice to meet the guy who's gonna mark me for life." Said Ms. Bella Swan. She had a very nice voice. Very… soft. But assertive as well. I looked up and was shocked. No wonder Rose didn't like her.

She was fucking beautiful. And business like.

She had a smile on her face, and her hand was held out for me to shake. I took it carefully; compared to me she was so tiny. Maybe about 5'1 without her tall as fuck heels. Her grip was strong though, which threw me off.

Her hair was brown, of that I was sure of, but I didn't know how long it was. It was in a bun, and she had a clip at the top, as if to hold bangs. She had ruby red lips, with perfect straight white teeth. Her smile was genuine.

Her eyes were a deep chocolate brown, with gold specks in them, and in the light, and the blue blouse she was wearing; they captured my attention like no one had before.

"Drop the mister. Keep the Emmett. Mr. Cullen is my father." I said, regaining the ability to speak again.

"Close your mouth Em, a fly is gonna crawl up in there." Said Alice, my way to perky sister, who was at the counter flipping through a magazine.

Bella laughed, and it was so cute. She even snorted, and then covered her face in embarrassment. I smirked, and looked back at my sister.

"Stop stealing my clients from right under my nose. Then maybe I'll let you show off your ink skills." I said to her, gaining a growl in return. I smiled and turned back to Bella.

"Now, how can I help you?" I said to her, motioning for her to follow me to my office in the back of the shop. I heard the clicking of her heels behind me and I knew she was following me, practically on my tail. Her steps were small and quick.

When we got to my office I closed the door for optimum confidentiality. I sat down behind my desk, and watched as Bella put her purse down, and took a seat in one of the two chairs in front of me.

"Well, I want a tattoo. If that wasn't obvious enough. And I've heard that you are the best here in New York, and since its New York… I'm guessing I should take peoples word for it. Of course I'd like to see some of your past work, assuming you have a portfolio. The tattoo I want isn't the most extravagant, but it means a lot to me, and so I want someone very good at what they do. "She said to me, all the while checking her phone for a message I'm guessing, and answering, her fingers a blur.

"Well, I can show you my past works, if you just let me…." I said, turning around and going towards my file cabinet. I took a picture of everything I tatted. May it be bad or good. Like that I knew what I had to improve on, and what I could let go. Even how to scale things.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. I have somewhere I have to be, sooner than anticipated. I thought they would've waited. Is it possible to reschedule….?" She asked me, getting up slowly from her seat. I can barely see down her shirt.

Wow… she looks like she has nice tits…

SHUT UP CULLEN. She's a client. Have some respect.

"Sure whenever. Just call and we'll make an appointment." I said, putting my file back in place.

Suddenly she grabbed a Sharpie from my desk and grabbed my arm. I don't know how, or why I let her, but she proceeded to write on me.

She put the cap back on the sharpie and smiled at me.

"I'm in that much of a hurry. Text me or call me. I don't mind. Thank you for your time Mr. Cullen." She said, leaving my office with numerous clicks of her heels, and giving me a view of her perfectly rounded ass in that pencil skirt.

Good lord…