A/N: This idea came to me when I was watching TV. Let's remember that Edward is a womanizer and has a reputation. He is hired by Alice to help Bella, and let's just say things get tricky from there... remember, at the end of the chapter, review! Oh yes, there will be lemons in later chapters!

Disclaimer!: I don't own Twilight!

Chapter 1

"Bella!" Alice shouted at me. "Just at least try on the goddamn outfit!" Her tiny form was visibly shaking, and I fought the urge to cringe away from her. It didn't matter that she was at least one foot shorter than me - the girl had some rage. Her voice - which always sounded like she was singing - was on the verge of screaming.

I forced a laugh of nonchalance and ruffled her short inky hair. I kept my eyes averted from Rosalie's expectant gaze and drifted off to the jeans. "Can't I try these on?" I pleaded softly, slipping on my puppy dog face. "Why do you always make me wear that stuff?" I looked at the little cloth Alice held in her petite hands with distaste. There was no way that could be called a shirt. Maybe a bra. I was blushing by just imagining myself in that shirt.

"Oh, come on," Rosalie chastised, her voice sounding like wind chimes. "Don't be such a prude! You have a hot body. We'd all see it if you didn't always dress like a troll."

I felt the pout slip from my lips as I stared at her in contempt. Rosalie. Her in her blond, model-beauty glory. She was statuesque, perfect, and had the skin color of milk. Gorgeous. To top it off she had blue eyes. I felt my self esteem take a beating.

And it didn't help that Alice was beautiful either. Short, petite, and gorgeous. Wide hazel eyes topped off the look.

So of course it wasn't any big deal for them to wear things that showed off their body's. They weren't always being compared to two model-worthy friends (who in fact were even more drop-dead gorgeous than those sticks), so I always found it was easier to stay in conservative jeans and a t shirt. Plus, I didn't care too much for my appearance. I was too busy getting lost in my work or reading anyway. It never bothered me that I wasn't as beautiful as they were - unless they made me go shopping with them.

Like now.

"Fuck it, Bella!" Rosalie vociferated. "Just get in that goddamn dressing room so we can put it on for you!"

I yelped and tried to get away from their evil grasps, but they each held a firm hand on my elbow. They were both surprisingly strong. "No!" I tried to stop them. "Just... just come on! We go through this every time and you know that I'll never even wear this junk!"

"Shit," Alice corrected in a stern voice. "You'll never even wear this shit, not junk."

I rolled my eyes. They were both trying to get me to see that I wasn't going to get zapped by lightning if I said a cuss word. I already knew that, I just didn't like to cuss. It didn't really suit me.

Oh yeah, because Virgin Bella is all innocence, my mind said sarcastically.

Being a 21 year old virgin wasn't bad... was it? Did everyone want me to be a ho? Because first of all, I was comfortable with not having sex until I was ready. Second of all, sex was utterly embarrassing. You had to get naked, with another person, and let them stick a body part of theirs into your body! That didn't sound fun, no matter how much porn said otherwise.

I kept resisting all the way to the dressing rooms. Let's just say I didn't go in there without kicking and screaming. "Come on! I don't want to put on that little piece of cloth you call a shirt!" No matter how hard I tried, though, my efforts proved to be pointless. I squirmed as Rosalie held my arms and Alice yanked off my shirt.

They both paused. "Cotton bra, Bella?" Rose asked, her brows quirked and her voice amused. Her lips curled. "This means we have to go to Victoria's Secret!" Alice cackled gleefully while I blushed a thousand shades of red. Despite my chagrin, I managed to fix them each with a glare.

"What I wear as my underwear is none of you business," I said in what I hoped was a sharp voice. I couldn't tell because I was too busy trying to cover my breasts.

"You have great boobs!" Alice complimented. "It just never shows with this horrible bra!" I continued to thrash and and resist, all the while blushing, until they got it on me.

They whirled me around to face the mirror, both wearing mirrored smirks, and gauged my reaction.

I was stunned, because they managed to get it on me. I thought I put up a good enough fight. Apparently not. But I stared back at the imagine in the mirror, seeing the woman with full plump lips, creamy pale skin and long mahogany hair. Her wide brown eyes widened even further, a pink blush flushing her cheeks delicately. She was pretty. But what was so outrageous was the shirt. Red lace that cupped her breasts and pushed them up like they were on a shelf. What made it look so awkward was, of course, the bra. It wasn't meant to make boobs pop out. The shirt ended just above her navel, showing her flat, pale stomach.

"Jesus!" I exclaimed, turning away from the mirror. "It's hideous on me."

They both studied me and shook their head. "No," Rosalie disagreed.

"You just need a better bra," Alice said for her.

"Your body is made for clothes like this!" Rose chimed in.

I shook my head and started to pull it over my head. "I just don't like these typed of clothes," I said sadly. "I don't even have enough confidence anyway."

To my complete surprise, Rose and Alice snorted. My eyes shot to theirs, confused. "Please. Just please with the 'I don't have confidence' shit," Rosalie practically sneered. "Alice and I are both willing to help with that, and you know it."

"And you never come to us for help!" Alice chided. Her eyes were accusing, though she didn't seem particularly pissed at me. Then her voice softened. "We really could help you. We want to. We're your best friends and we love you."

I sniffed and made sure I was expressionless. I was the queen at hiding my emotions. Just as I was stubborn. "I don't want that," I said stiffly, still struggling to tug off the tight shirt. "I'm fine with who I am."

Rosalie sighed and she gave me her best Don't even think about it look. "You can't just--" she started in a hard voice, but I cut her off.

"I appreciate your concern, but I don't need it," I said in the same stiff voice. I quickly slipped into my t shirt and opened the dressing room door. I paused and turned back to them. "I'm just glad you love me for who I am."

With that, I strode out of there and, naturally, I stubbed my toe against the door frame. I blushed at their snickers, but managed to keep my dignity.

"Bella, Bella, Bella...." Alice sighed. She linked her arm with mine and led me out the door.

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I sat down at the food court table, waiting for Jasper and Emmett to come back with our food, tapping my fingers impatiently. Alice and Rosalie were not going to make me a eat a salad - hell if I were. I was going to eat all the greasy fast good they owned because a day out with the girls was hell.

"So, Bella," Rosalie started, leaning forward. She gave me a 100-wat smile and brushed her beautiful golden hair to the side. "What do you say Alice and I help you out?"

I instantly became guarded, however I flushed despite myself. I decided to play stupid. "What are you talking about?" I asked innocently, spreading my hands.

Alice rolled her eyes and joined forces with Rose. "Don't play stupid," she said intently, her eyes boring into mine. "We want to help, Bells. I don't think you've ever had an orgasm in your entire life."

Instantly, I was horrified. "Ew! Do not tell me you're going to touch me like that!" I shouted, causing people from all around the food court to shoot me looks.

Rosalie snorted. "You may be hot, Bella, but we are not lesbians," she said matter-of-factly, flipping her golden hair. She looked both ways and lowered her voice. "Many guys would go out with you if you had the confidence. That's where we come in. We'll find something or someone to help out, if we need to."

I did not doubt that for a second. Alice's wide hazel eyes were solemn, completely serious.

I jumped as the seat next to me scraped, and Emmett plopped into it. If I hadn't already knew Emmett was really only a big teddy bear, he would seriously scare me. I mean, for a big burly guy, he could move quickly and soundlessly, completely opposite of what I could do. He was a tall muscly guy, with brown curly hair and the cutest smile with dimples. He was also hilariously funny, which helped on days when I was feeling down.

Emmett chortled at my jumping response and gave me my pizza. I grinned happily and took a big bite of it, letting the food go down my esophagus and into my stomach. "Jeez, Bella, hungry much?" Alice asked, staring at the big bite I just ate and picked at her salad. I beamed and chugged my coke.

"Better this than that grass," I shot back. Jasper chuckled, and I gave him a smile. He was a sensitive, beautiful boy with honey blonde hair and blue eyes. Tall and lean, he had his arm swung over Alice's chair.

I thought about how cute they were together. Alice was so tiny and Jasper was so tall that you would have never thought the two of them would be together.

Rosalie sipped her water and cuddled into Emmett's side while he wolfed down his food like the bear he was. "I thought grass was for cows," Emmett said thoughtfully around a mouthful of a burger. We all laughed, while Alice threw some of her 'grass' at him. See, Alice and Emmett were biologically sister and brother while Jasper and Rosalie were cousins. They all met one day, hit it off, and then met me one day. I always wondered where I fit in with the gorgeous clan, noting how they were all inhumanly beautiful and fashionable while I was just plane Jane with her usual jeans and a T-shirt outfit.

I shrugged, taking another bite out of the pizza.

I tried to shift my thoughts away from the gang's chatter, thinking about how in my book, Dracula bit Marie but let everyone come between them, Rosalie snapped me back to attention.

"Bella!" she hissed, leaning over Emmett. She pointed to the table to our right. "That guy is looking at you!" She said this with fierce proud-ness, as if this was my time to shine. Well, this was where she was wrong. I glanced over at the boy who was supposedly staring at me and was surprised to see that indeed, a cute boy with short brown hair was staring at me with interest.

Which was weird, because I was in the presence of Alice and Rosalie, but it could be because they were obviously taken.

I flushed an unattractive shade of red and averted my eyes, shying away from his flirty smile. Alice kicked me from under table, which hurt, thank you very much, since she was wearing heels, and jerked her head at the boy. I shook my head and still kept blushing, shooting him a look and tried to concentrate on my pizza.

Emmett boomed a laugh as he watched me try and avoid the boy, clearly amused. "You know, you really should stop staring at him or he'll think you want to go out," he said sarcastically and chortled. I glared at him and flipped him off with both hands, which only made him laugh harder.

"That really must mean she's mad, because she said 'Fuck you' in sign language," he chuckled.

"That's not sign language you idiot," I muttered, smacking him on the head.

Despite Emmett's chuckling and Jasper's amused stare, Rose and Alice completely ignored them. "See what I mean?" Alice asked, so exasperated that she flopped back into her chair with an annoyed expression. "You have no way with guys. Even if they stare at you, you get a blushy-blushy and keep your eyes averted!"

"It could be because she's just nervous," Jasper inserted calmly, giving me an apologetic smile. I shot him a grateful look.

"No reason to be!" Alice exploded, standing up so suddenly she almost knocked back the chair. "WE ARE SO GOING TO HELP YOU!" I cringed back into my seat and scowled.

"God, Alice, sit down," I hissed, looking around to make sure no one was looking. Of course, they were. Alice's beauty plus her anger could seriously attract attention. I watched with a weary eye as Jasper coaxed Alice to sit down, murmuring soothing things. Once she did, she looked back to the normal perky Alice, though that could be because Jasper just kissed her. Ok, ew. Alice sent him a flirty smile that was full of promises, and I almost gagged. Double ew.

Once the scene was over, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and watched as Alice checked her perfectly manicured nails, looking completely nonchalant. "It is time," she said simply, still inspecting her perfect nails.

Rosalie nodded solemnly. "The day is inevitable," she added.

"What are you talking about, Rosie?" Emmett asked, sounding all left out and someone-kicked-my-puppy. I rolled my eyes at him.

Alice answered before Rose could, placing both hands on the table and instantly intent. "Bella is little Miss Virgin and sucks at talking to guys," she started, ignored the sarcastic "Thanks" I muttered to her. "I can totally redo her whole wardrobe, because let's face it, she needs a new one, and... I think I know who is the best to help us with busting Bella out of her shell. Someone who has experience with knowing what guys like in women. If you know who I'm talking about." She gave each of them a meaningful look, while their faces were big question marks, as was mine.

"Duh! You know... Edward Masen," she said it like we were retarded. She watched us with grim pleasure; Emmett just shrugged and turned back to his food, Jasper looked mildly surprised, and Rosalie's mouth was agape, utterly aghast.

"You're kidding!" she breathed, looking totally distraught. "But isn't he a little, I don't know... experienced for Bella?"

I looked at them, dumbstruck. "Hello," I said in a bitchy voice. "Bella is sitting right here. Did you know I have a little thing called feelings?" Alice shot me a look that said 'You are so not helping', and answered Rose.

"But that's just what we need," she stated calmly. Then she turned to me. "Do you know who Edward Masen is?"

I blushed as they all watched me closely, as if I was a science experiment. "Um... I've heard his name here and there, mostly mentioned by girls, but I don't really know who he is," I said honestly.

Rosalie and Alice smiled wickedly. "Well, it's rumored he's fucked every girl in this state," Emmett said bluntly, not seeing what the preamble was about. I gasped and started to shake my head frantically.

"Thanks a lot, brother," Alice muttered, kicking him in the shin. He just grinned an impish smile, clearly not sorry.

"Why do I need his help?" I asked, frowning. "I'm not going to be around some player."

Alice opened her mouth to say something, but Jasper cut her off. "I think we should let Bella decide whether she wants to do this or not," he said calmly, looking at Rosalie and Alice straight in the eye.

Rosalie and Alice rounded on me. "Well? Do you want to or not?"

I stared at the two of them, Rosalie's sapphire eyes so clear, so superior and so confident. Alice had the same aura of confidence and sureness about her. Jasper was giving me a grim smile, clearly on my side, while Emmett was just giving me his most wickedly amused smile.

It was then I was struck by the knowledge that they were willing to help me. For as long as I'd known them, I'd longed to have their beauty and confidence, though not so much so that I would give up who I was. But who was to say I would be giving up my books, my likes and opinions if I grew confidence and a boyfriend? So Alice might take advantage of it and dress me in clothes she's dreamed of me wearing. So Rosalie might order me around into being aggressive like she was. But... well, what did I have to lose? Nothing at all. But I had something to gain.

I put on my best poker face and looked them in the eye. Well, actually just ignoring the chuckles under Emmett's breath. Why was he always so damn amused. "Ok...." I started slowly, holding my hand up as Alice and Rose started to squeal. "Just remember that if I want out, them I'm out. I don't know how well I'm going to do with this Edward guy."

They nodded eagerly, their smiles so bright and excited. "That's ok, if he starts being a dick we'll kick him out," she gushed, clasping her hands together, her eyes shining. "Not that I don't love you the way you are, Bella, but I think this will do very well for your low self-esteem."

"Yeah," Rosalie added. "You're always so hard on yourself."

Emmett eyed me for a second, skeptical, then reached behind him and poked the pretty blonde at the table. She turned around, looking mildly annoyed, but her face turned flirty as she stared at Emmett's cute smile. I swear I heard Rosalie growl.

"Babe," Emmett said to Rose. "I just need to ask her something." She nodded, but eyed the blonde with distaste, her lip curling.

"Ever heard of someone name Edward Masen?" he asked skeptically, but kept his charming smile on. When he said Edward's name, the girl perked up even more and her smile turned dreamy.

"Oh yes," she breathed, though it was very R-rated. "I was with him two weeks ago. Best night of my life." She started to fan herself.

Emmett grinned and turned away. "I bet if I ask some other girl, she would know him too," he said cockily. I put my tongue in my cheek and stared at the pretty girl. Her eyes were glazed over as she obviously thought about this Edward guy, her breathing turning into heavy pants.

Whoa. He must be one hell of a handsome guy to get that reaction out of her and he wasn't even in the same building. Plus, from what she said, she hadn't been with him for two weeks.

I got a feeling that she wouldn't be with him for a long term relationship at all.

Alice giggled, but then turned serious. "So are you ok with Edward helping out?" she asked, her eyes wide with concern. I nodded once and put back on my poker face. Obviously, he was the best to help, but I couldn't let Alice know I was nervous. I wanted her to think that I could stand being in that sex-God's presence without being a prude when I knew I was sure I would do something wrong around him.

She smiled brightly and turned to her salad. "It's for the best. If there was someone better, I'd get him."

"How are you going to get his number?" Jasper asked.

Alice smiled slyly and bit into her salad. Once she swallowed, she simply said, "I have my ways."

And I didn't doubt that for a second.

A/N: So there goes the first chapter. It was fairly easy to write and I'm excited to keep this going. Plus, I'm halfway done with the next one. Other chapters will most likely be longer, I'm sure. Please, can you review? Pretty please? Here's your motivation: Edward giving you the best night of your life.

--Chelsey :]