Ok so here is chapter two. For those of you who are new to my stories I don't have any kind of posting schedule at all and sometimes I will go months without an update I try really hard not too though.

Thanks to my pre-read Lady_Tazz and my beta Storypainter1 for their invaluable assisstance.

There will be a few more notes at the bottom but for now.

Enjoy!

BPOV

After my completely mortifying behaviour, I decided I would save familiarising myself with the rest of the kitchen until another time and do the dishes instead.

While doing the dishes, I continued to mentally berate myself for behaving like some teen girl with a crush. He may have been one of the yummiest male specimens I had ever had the good fortune to land my eyes upon. However, as a widow with a child, I seriously doubted super-hotty on summer vacation in Hawaii was ever going to be interested in me.

It was right about then that the guilt set in. It occurred to me that it was the first time since Jake's death that I had truly thought another man attractive. I knew this day was bound to come eventually; couldn't be the lonely widow forever.

I was just putting the last of the dishes away when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. Turning around, I was not surprised to see Edward standing there.

"Can I help you?" I asked hoping to sound as cordial as possible.

"Umm…we've finished our food surveys," he replied holding out his hand with the papers in it.

"Thank you," I said taking them from him.

Placing the surveys on the counter, I quickly checked the timer on the oven to see how much longer it had. There were still fifteen minutes left, so I knew I had enough time to have a look at the surveys.

As I tuned back around to grab the surveys, I noticed that Edward was still standing there. "Was there something else?" I asked wondering why he was staring.

"Umm…oh… no, just wondering when dinner will be ready." The way he stuttered out the words made me think that what he said wasn't actually the reason at all.

"About thirty minutes," I replied knowing I needed to let it sit for ten minutes after the timer sounded.

"Cool thanks," he replied then turned and practically bolted out of the kitchen.

Picking up the survey's I started reading through them. The first one I looked at was for Emmett; if I remembered correctly he was the big body builder looking guy. I couldn't help but chuckle as I read his survey. Every answer was some variety of 'will eat everything' which made me happy because eager eaters were always fun to cook for.

The second survey I looked at was for Jasper. If I was correct about who was Emmett this meant he had to be the blonde. His survey was a little more detailed and I had to laugh when I saw that the only food he absolutely hated was pineapple, the state food of Hawaii. Luckily, I know plenty of pineappleless dishes. Other than that the rest of his answers were fairly standard.

The last survey, of course, was Edward's. Under foods he didn't eat there was a rather large list compared to his friends: mushrooms, mussels, oysters, prawns, octopus, brussels sprouts, and cabbage. Once again I wondered why they had come to Hawaii for a holiday when Edward didn't really like seafood and Jasper didn't like pineapple two staples of Hawaiian food. Thankfully, I wasn't a born and bred Hawaiian, having grown-up in the Pacific Northwest I had plenty of more traditional American recipes.

Just as I finished perusing the surveys the oven timer rang out. I pulled the lasagne out of the oven and sat it on the counter, resetting the timer for ten minutes.

I went in search of the guys to let them know about dinner. Luckily, I didn't have to look too far since they were lounging on the deck enjoying a beer.

"Hey sweetcheeks," Emmett said, drawing all of their attention to me.

"Hi, umm… just wanted to let you know that when the timer goes off on the oven, dinner will be ready to serve. Just cut yourself a slice and put the left overs in the fridge."

"Oh, there won't be any leftovers, sweets, but thanks for giving us the option." Emmett laughed. I couldn't help but join in.

Once I finally had my laughter under control I double checked what time they wanted breakfast served the next day. After explaining that I wouldn't be making three separate breakfasts, they decided on nine o'clock.

"I'll see you all in the morning," I said then walked back into the kitchen, grabbed my purse and headed for home.

When I arrived home it was almost seven o'clock and time for JJ's bath.

As I entered the house I called out to let Rose and JJ know I was home. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my little man running down the hall naked.

"Mommmmyyy," he yelled as he barrelled towards me.

"Hey, little man," I said picking him up into a big bear hug. "Did you have a good afternoon with Rose?"

"Yeah, we did coloring and pinting and she took me to da swings."

"Wow, sounds like you had a good day. Want me to come and give you a bath?"

"Nah, Aunt Rose got it ready; she said food in da oven."

"Okay," I said setting him down. "You go have a bath while I have something to eat."

Without another word he turned and ran back down to the bathroom.

Heading into the kitchen I didn't realise how hungry I was until the smell of the food in the oven hit me and my stomach growled so loudly you would have thought it was some wild animal. As I pulled open the oven door I was elated to find a nice large slice of my favourite ham and mushroom quiche.

I was half way through my dinner when Jake came bounding into the kitchen in his Ben10 pyjamas.

"Have a nice bath?" I asked.

"Yep," he responded. "Can I have i-cream mommy?"

"Well that depends, if I asked Aunt Rose would she tell me you ate all your dinner?"

"Yep, had two lots."

"Wow, who's a little piggy? Okay you can have one scoop of ice-cream. What flavour do you want?"

"Stawberry."

Heading to the freezer I pulled out the container of Neapolitan then grabbed a bowl out of the cupboard and placed one small scoop of strawberry ice-cream inside.

"Okay, here ya go. Now you sit quietly at the table and eat that and you can watch one episode of Ben10 before bed."

After eagerly but quietly eating his ice-cream and then just as quietly watching one episode of Ben 10 Jake was now tucked up safely in bed. That, of course, meant I could no longer avoid Rose questioning me on how my first afternoon at work went.

"Good I suppose," I replied, trying to sound as non-committal as I could.

"Cool, so who have they got staying there this time?" she asked. "Some over entitled jerk and his trophy wife?"

"Nope, three guys actually."

Rose's eyes lit up and I knew I was about to get the third degree. If there was one thing that Rose loved most about life it was definitely men.

"Ah, so what are they like?" she asked hoping I would dish.

"Just normal I guess. We didn't really interact all that much." I hoped my response would satisfy her though I pretty much knew it wouldn't.

"Yeah nice try, toots. I know you know more than that it is written all over your face. Now spill."

Figuring I may as well just tell her and get it over and done with, I spilled the beans.

"So the three guys are Emmett, Jasper and Edward. I believe they are cashed up college students on a six week vacay. And, other than their food preferences, that is all I know." I really hoped I had told her enough this time because there was no way I was accidently telling her about my verbal diarrhoea in front of Edward.

"Are they cute?" she asked.

"Rose, why are you grilling me? You work there too you are bound to see what they look like for yourself."

"Sor-ry, I just wanted to see what you thought."

"Well, I didn't really pay that much attention."

I knew she wasn't buying my load of bull but, she left it alone. I had a sneaky suspicion once she laid her eyes on the three gorgeous men occupying the house that we would be revisiting the conversation.

Knowing I would be having an early morning the next day, I headed to bed a little earlier than usual. I didn't know what the morning would bring but the one thing I did know was I wanted to be well rested.

EPOV

No sooner had Bella walked out the door than the timer went off on the oven announcing that dinner was now ready to eat. Emmett, being the food receptacle that he was, was out of his chair in no time flat practically bolting for the kitchen. Jasper and I followed behind at a leisurely pace and when we made it to the kitchen, Em was opening and closing cupboards looking for something.

"Aha," he finally said as he pulled three plates out of one of the cabinets and handed one to each of us. "So; I figured you guys should just take what you want and I'll eat the rest."

If I didn't know Emmett as well as I did I would have laughed at his ridiculous sounding comment but it was true, whatever we didn't eat he would most definitely polish off.

Serving myself a slightly larger portion than normal I was impressed at just how good the lasagne smelt. I had never been a huge fan of lasagne. I found it was a dish that most places rarely did well. However, as I sat down and started devouring Bella's lasagne I could definitely say it was the best I'd ever had.

"So are we going to turn the timer off, or just let it continue to beep all night?"

"I tried man," Emmett whined. "But nothing I tried seemed to make it turn off."

Thankfully, it was a fairly quiet beeping, but even so I knew in an hour or so it was going to be annoying the fuck out of me.

"I'll have a look after I finish my food," I offered hoping that I had more luck with it than Em did.

**SOL**

Looking at my watch I noted it was a little after ten pm and for over three hours that fucking oven timer had been beeping. Both Jasper and I had spent half an hour trying almost every combination of buttons to get the thing to turn off but nothing seemed to work. In the end, we admitted defeat and turned our efforts instead to trying to find something we could use as earplugs.

I was looking in the drawers and cupboards in my room when I heard Jasper call out, "Found some!" Running into the hall I saw Jasper coming out of his room with something in his hands. Low and behold he had actually found some earplugs. Eagerly taking a pair I bid both my friends good night and headed back into my room.

With the door to my room shut and the ear plugs in I was relieved that it was finally quiet. Discarding my clothes I hopped into bed. No sooner did I close my eyes than images of a certain brunette personal chef appeared to taunt me.

God she has a fucking sexy ass.

The arousal I had tried so desperately to hide earlier was back harder than ever. Knowing I'd never get any sleep unless I received some relief, I wrapped my hand around my aching cock and started pumping. Up, down, up, down, it had been so long since I had actually enjoyed taking care of my own needs. Normally, it was just a cursory make it go away wank.

"Unh fuck," I groaned.

God the thought of taking her from behind, bent over the kitchen counter was rapidly sending me towards an epic climax. Her sultry voice calling out my name as her tight wet heat contracted around me.

"Bella!" I called out as my orgasm hit me, sending come splattering all over my stomach.

When I finally got my breath back I hopped out of bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. There was nothing worse than falling asleep with come all over you. Once I was cleaned up I climbed back into bed and finally fell into a deep peaceful sleep.

Chapter End Notes:

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