Disclaimer: I forgot to mention in part 1 that, amazingly, I still don't own Twilight or it's characters. I do have the best friend in the world, though, and I hope she's is having a fab birthday! Love you, JK! BTW, this is still un-beta'd.

Part 2

It's really her.

Bella fucking Swan is in my bakery.

I watch as her mouth opens in a gasp and I realize that I just said her name out loud . . . and my mic is on.

Shit.

Bella and I stare at each for a few seconds before I hear Alice call my name.

"Edward, was there something you wanted to add?"

I quickly scan the room to see what step the others are working on and come up with a plan. I walk up to Bella and Rose's table and look into their mixing bowls.

"I just wanted to remind the ladies to whisk their mixture completely, like so," I move behind Bella and grab the hand that's holding her whisk while wrapping my other arm around her to hold her bowl. I, then, demonstrate the correct way to stir the cupcake batter. I feel Bella's body tense when the muscles in my arms contract as I stir. "This ensures that there are no lumps in the batter making your cakes too dense. We want the final product to be moist now, don't we, ladies?" The rest of the class believes I'm talking to them since I'm speaking in my mic but the way my mouth is turned toward Bella's ear, makes it clear that I'm really only speaking to her. I feel her breathing pick up as my lips linger by her skin and I have to force myself away from her to walk back to the front of the room.

I ignore the way my sister is glaring at me while I grab an ice cream scoop and wait to demonstrate the best way to fill a cupcake liner. On the outside, I'm my usual cocky self but on the inside I'm freaking the fuck out.

Bella Swan was the one girl I always wanted but could never have. We ran around with the same group of friends in high school but I never could find enough nerve to ask her out. Besides the fact that she was attached at the hip to her boyfriend, Jake, I was a late bloomer, physically, and didn't fill out or stop growing until my first year of college. The last time she saw me I was just a scrawny, lanky kid with messy hair. Thank goodness the years since then have been good to me. I still have the messy hair but I also have a strong and healthy body, thanks to my daily runs. When you work in a bakery all week surrounded by delicious sweets, you have to find a way to burn off energy and calories. I'm not a meathead but I like having muscle definition to my body and, not to brag, but the ladies seem to really like it, too.

After all the liners are filled and everyone's cupcakes are in the oven, I yell that it's time for a dance break and turn the music up louder. This is always a fun time for our guests to let loose and have another drink while their desserts bake. Alice and I mingle and dance around with everyone but when I turn and am face-to-face with Bella, I can't help but freeze.

I tried to show her my confident side when I demonstrated how to stir the batter but, now, standing before her without any kind of prop to use, I feel like I'm that gawky teenager again. She smiles shyly at me before biting her lip again and I wonder if she even remembers me from high school.

"Hi, Edward. It's been a long time."

Huh. She remembers.

"Yeah, it has. How've you been?"

"Good, really good, actually. I worked in New York for a few years after college but just recently moved back to Seattle."

"That's great, Bella." I'm so fucking lame. Why can't I just talk to the girl? "I take it, you're in Rose's wedding?"

She giggles before answering, "Yeah, I'm the maid of honor, in fact."

"Oh, that's cool." I want to talk to Bella, I really do, but I can't seem to keep my eyes off her smoking hot body. The things I could do to this woman. Fuck.

"Did you know that cupcakes represent a woman's pussy?"

Well, that got my attention.

"Excuse me?" I cough out.

"Think about it. A cupcake is cute and small, roughly the size of a vagina, and what's the first thing you want to do before taking a bite into it?" Of course, I'm speechless, so she continues, "You lick the icing with your tongue as a preview of what the whole cake will taste like."

I swallow a few times and try to discreetly adjust myself behind my apron before I try to talk.

"That's a theory I've never heard before." Please say 'pussy' again.

Bella steps closer and now I'm the one who's breathing heavy. "The cupcake is symbolism for masturbation; it's sole purpose being solitary pleasure. It's not a treat to be shared; it's a selfish dessert for our 'me, me, me' culture. The ultimate party for one, if you will. Looking closer, though, I believe, it also represents oral sex. When your mouth sinks into a warm, moist cupcake that makes your eyes roll back in your head and a moan escape your lips, you're either thinking of eating a woman out or fantasizing about being eaten out. Deny it, I dare you."

My wild eyes find her hooded ones and all I want to do is spread her out on my worktable and show her exactly how I like to eat my cupcakes, other guests be damned.

I watch her lick her lips before she whispers, "And, don't even get me started on cream-filled cupcakes."

That's it. My dick is about to explode inside my pants and show her all about being 'cream-filled'.

I mentally go through the list of steps of the class and I know that, once the cupcakes have finished baking, they have to cool for a few minutes before they can be iced. This gives me time to take care of my raging hard-on in the bathroom but I'm not sure if I should take care of it by myself or invite Bella to help me out. I know what I want to do but I don't know if she's willing. I'm so pent up, though, I'm desperate to find out.

I rake my fingers through my hair and try my damndest to calm down. Clenching my teeth, I groan and ask, "Why are you torturing me like this?"

She doesn't even flinch. "You started it when you wrapped your arms around me and whispered in my ear. I wanted you to get a taste of your own medicine."

I'm less horny now and starting to get pissed. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you never asking me out when we were in high school. I'm talking about you sleeping with anything with two legs except for me - never me. I knew you owned this bakery and worked these parties. That's why I suggested Rose have a pre-bachelorette party here tonight. I wanted to see you in action and I hoped that I would finally have an effect on you."

My mind is reeling and my dick is trying to fight it's way out of my pants so, I do the only thing I can think of. Not caring who's paying attention to us and who's not, I grab Bella's ass and pull her body flush against mine. "You feel that?" I squeeze her flesh and thrust into her to emphasize my point. "That's the effect you have on me. That's the effect you've always had on me. You were just too stuck up Jake's ass to notice so don't complain about me neglecting you. You neglected me first! You were a tease then and you're still a tease now!"

The sting her hand leaves on my cheek is nothing compared to the crack I feel in my heart as she pushes me away and runs out the front door.

What the actual fuck just happened?

I walk straight to our walk-in pantry, close the door, and punch the wall. Twice. The pain in my knuckles is enough to make my dick shrivel up but the ache in my chest is still very present.

I just don't understand. I thought I was over Bella Swan. When I saw her tonight, I was shocked but thought it would be great to talk to her, catch up on what's she's been doing since high school. My natural flirty-self automatically came out to play and ended up burning me in the ass. How the fuck was I supposed to know that she'd been interested in me all those years ago? And, what was that crack about me fucking anything with two legs? I've hooked up a lot but I don't think I'm a slut. I always use a condom and get tested regularly, I always remember the names of the women I sleep with and I always make sure they have as much, if not more, fun than I do. I never promise anything I can't give and I've never had any complaints.

I realize I'm pacing when I hear banging on the door and my body stops moving.

"Open the fucking door, asshole!"

Alice.

I open the door and let her in. "Hey."

"What the hell happened tonight, Edward?"

"Bella Swan was here."

"No shit, Sherlock! What did you do to her?"

"I didn't do anything, Alice, I swear! We were talking and everything was fine but then, she started coming onto me. When I asked what she was doing, she blew up in my face, saying that's what I get for sleeping with everyone but her! She accused me of ignoring her so, I called her a tease. That's when she slapped me in the face and stormed out."

Alice slumps against the wall and lets out a deep sigh.

"What do I do, Alice?"

"Well, it sounds like you have two options: you either take the coward's way out and wait for her to come to you - if she ever does - or you man-up and go find her."

"But, Alice, I didn't do anything wrong! Bella's been back in my life for five minutes and she's already got my insides twisted and my brain hurting."

"Apparently, you have the same the effect on her. Maybe you should both cool off and then figure out a way to talk to each other, otherwise, you're just going to drive each other crazy."

"Yeah, you're right." I rub my eyes, suddenly exhausted. "Wait, why are you in here? What's the class doing?"

"Class is over, dummy. The cupcakes cooled, we iced them and boxed them up, and the ladies left happy and full of sugar and booze. It was a great night, all things considered."

I didn't realize I'd been in the pantry for that long. "Shit, Ally, I'm sorry I was such a fuck-up tonight."

"It's fine, Edward, really. Besides, you're going to make it up to me by cleaning everything up and closing the store. I'm out of here!" She blows me a kiss before walking away, leaving me no chance to argue. Not that I would. Cleaning up is the least I can do for Alice after my behavior tonight. I've never lost control in a class before and I'll be damned if I ever do it again.