Hey guys: This is my new story. I hope you like it. I know I still have Disturbia but I have reached a block on that one for right now, anywho, I am really proud of this. Once again, these characters do not belong to me, they belong to the lovely Stephenie Meyer and you probably won't find a lot of traits that are signature to the characters because I like to play with them without the Twilight Saga, but I'll try to include things that are define who they are...

Mood Music: P.Y.T (Pretty Young Thing): Michael Jackson

BPOV

I loved girls' night. It was the one night a week that I could just let my guard down and just relax. I could complain about my pervert of a boss at work, the ridiculous interns who didn't have a clue what they were doing, and everything else that was a source of irritation during the week. My girls were my life, we all went to college together and quickly became fast friends. We met in various places throughout school; sororities, classes or simply just living together. We couldn't make it without each other, and I am not quite sure how we made it through without each other before. Our weekly dinner was something that had become routine after graduation, we all stayed in the city and found jobs, and this was a way of staying in each other's lives without smothering one another.

"…and so I told him that if he couldn't commit to at least paying half the rent, then he could find somewhere else to live. I mean, I don't think that that is being unreasonable." Lindsey pushed her hair behind her ears.

"You should have told him that a long time ago, Linds, you baby him way too much. If he's going to live there with you, he needs to put forth some effort." Alice responded with confidence, she was most defiantly the one who had the most self-confidence in the group. She carried herself in a way that made most people assume she was a snob, but we knew better.

We all nodded in agreement, Lindsey was a great girl, but she had a way of picking the worst guys for her. She was much too caring and most people tried to take advantage of that, including most of the men in her life. I could sympathize with her though, I was much the same, but my obstacle was always making the first move. I was a confident person, but when it came to guys, I was very much still a nervous teenage girl who got love-struck way too easily.

"Bells, do you see that guy? He keeps staring at you hardcore." Angela bent down close to the table and whispered to the group. "He's gorgeous, by far the hottest guy in here."

I felt my face instantly flush as I inconspicuously glanced around the room, and then I say him. He was casually leaning against the bar, engaged in a conversation with some other men. He was tall, probably at least 6 foot with blonde, no, bronze colored hair. He was well dressed in a dark black suit and an electric red tie. He was laughing when he caught me staring, and a sly smile crept across his face as he winked at me. I thought I would die of embarrassment as I turned back around to the table.

They all broke into laughter after they saw my reaction to his attention.

"Bella, do you think you could be any more obvious? I mean, come on." Rosalie threw up her hands in excitement as she continued to giggle with Angela and the rest of the girls.

"Actually, I think that I could." I said, playing along with the conversation, they meant no harm. We were all extremely comfortable with each other and hardly ever took anything personally. The conversation quickly shifted away from the mysterious guy at the bar and to the typical topics of our dinners; who was dating who, family issues, work issues, current guys we were dating or who we wished we were dating, and a whole host of topics that were important to us. The waiter reappeared to refill our drinks when Alice stopped to ask him a question…

"Can you tell me who that guy is over there?" Alice inquired pointed back to the mysterious guy at the bar.

"Oh, that is Edward Cullen. He owns this restaurant and a host of other places. He's one of the most up and coming entrepreneurs in New York City. He's quite gorgeous, isn't he?" The waiter smiled at all of us as he walked away.

"Okay, now, we know his name. Go talk to him." Rose said she took a sip of her drink.

"Are you being serious? I could never do that. That's just not my thing." I shook my head as I picked at my food. I had suddenly lost my appetite.

"Bells, it's never your thing. You have to take risks in your life. I mean, it's not like you're ever going to see him again…" Alice spoke in between bites of her rice.

I started at the table blankly, they were right; I needed to start taking risks.

EPOV

I had noticed her as soon as she walked into the restaurant. She was gorgeous, by far one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Her hair could have been liquid chocolate the way it moved as she walked through the maze of tables, and her skin was a soft white, a sharp contrast to her dark hair, but it worked for her. Her short sapphire dress accented her body perfectly; it was like she had stepped right out of my dreams.

I had never seen her in here before, and I was pretty good at knowing all of my customers, but her group I had never seen. Typically, I would go over and introduce myself and find out the simple things about her, but this time was different. Her friends made me feel a little uneasy, it was clear to see a group mentality what existed within them. When they had caught me staring, they let her know immediately, which started a very awkward glance exchange between to the two of us.

"Edward. Edward. Edward, did you hear the question?" Emmett shook my shoulder in an attempt to distract me from my gawking.

"Huh? Um, yeah. That sounds fine. Just go with whatever." I waved my hand at the question. I didn't care what the question was, and Emmett would never get us into a deal that we wouldn't benefit from in some way.

Emmett shook his head as he returned to the conversation. He was my brother, older by 11 months, and we inspirable. We worked together, we played together, and we had a close bond that most people were surprised of. We could plot each other's next move without even talking, it was just something that we had, something that made us unstoppable in the business world.

"Okay, then, I think we have it all laid out. Once you fulfill your end of the deal, we'll make sure everything you have requested is sent on its way." Victor, our business associate, confirmed as he ushered to the men around him. "We'll be in touch."

As soon as Victor was out of sight, Emmett jumped at the chance to joke. "Bro, what was that? You acted as though you were fucking clueless to what he was saying. Did you even hear any off that?" Emmett took another sip of his drink.

"Yeah, I heard, I just didn't care. Anyways, I was distracted by something better." My head motioned to the girl in blue's table.

"Oh, oh, I see how it is." Emmett's eyes lit up as he scanned the table of girls. Emmett was, for lack of a better word, a slut. He did not have a commitment bone in his body. His idea of a long term relationship was one that lasts all night long. He had broken plenty of hearts throughout the city, but he didn't care. It was how he did things. I, on the other hand, was not that way. I had had serious girlfriends, and I was okay with being in a long term relationship.

"Let's send them drinks." Emmett concluded after scanning her group of friends. They were all fairly attractive girls, but she was by far the best looking. "Um, do you think that'll be a good idea?" I was hesitant, I knew how Emmett worked, and sending drinks was the first step.

"It will be a nice gesture." Emmett smiled slyly as he hailed their waiter.