Twilight belongs to S. Meyer. I'm just playing around.

Song: "Rebel Yell" by Billy Idol

-x-The Bar-x-

Rebel Yell

+Epov+

"I want a Flaming Orgasm! From you!" A big breasted redhead says to me as she leans over the bar causing her ample cleavage to spill over her tiny top. She had been circling all night long. The more she and her friends drank, the more relaxed and bolder she became with me.

Being a bartender, you don't get paid enough to deal with the shit we deal with. Which means you make your bank in tips. And the more charming you are, the more tolerant, the better the tips. It's a no-fucking-brainer. It's also one of the reasons I work my ass off staying in shape. The better looking you are-let's just say the tip jar stays full. I throw the rag I had been using to wipe down the bar over my shoulder, lean in close to the redhead, giving her my best 'Panty-dropping' smile.

"Is that right? Sorry honey, I'm working a full shift tonight. Won't be off until way past your bedtime. Would you settle for a drink?" Flirting with hot girls for good tips… Hard job but someone's gotta do it, right?

"Oh Sweetie. A flaming Orgasm is not in the cards for you tonight. I have your drink right here."

Jesus Christ. Here we go.

I grit my teeth as Rosalie's voice carries from the other end of the bar. I watch as she slinks her way over. The woman had the best walk I had ever seen. Long legs eat up the distance, full hips that would have any man's hands inching to touch, her blond hair swaying around her back, she has a way of walking to where everything bounces just right. But it still makes me want to rip heads when she gets behind the bar. My bar. I don't give two shits if her daddy is the owner. When I'm here, the space is mine. Doesn't help that she drives me up the wall with her sexy, bitchy ways. It makes me want to pick her up, throw her on the bar and shut her up good. Just like I had earlier..

The redhead eyes Rose as she starts mixing a drink. I narrow my eyes as she grabs the Tequila and orange liqueur. Rose is hands on at all times. Hell, she knows how to make more drinks than I do.

"Oh? But I really wanted an Orgasm.. From him." Red points to me with a pout on her red puffy lips.

"I've got you, sweetheart. Trust me." Rose says with a wink. Shit. I know that look. I've been a victim to that look. This can't be good.

"Now then. Try this on for size. It's right up your alley." She slides the drink to the woman.

"Mm. That is yummy! Soooo good. What's it called?" She eyed the drink in her hand.

Rose wipes down the bar. Without so much as a crack in her innocent smile, she says, "Its called Nasty Bitch. I thought it would suit you just fine." And with that she walks off back to her office. Living behind one pissed off redhead.

Fuck. Me.

*Rpov*

I was sitting at my desk going over some numbers and working on the shifts for next week, but my eyes kept cutting to the door. And then back to my desk. The desk I had been fucked on just mere hours before. I might be willing to admit that it had been somewhat distracting to hear the loud music and the laughter coming from the bar room. Mostly female laughter. I will also admit that I had to grit my teeth as Edward's laugh mingled in with the laughs of his groupies. He was out there. Flirting. Smiling and being his charming, sexy self. Earning some major tips, and with it, new fan girls.

Asshole.

Throwing my glasses down on my desk, I sit back and think. I should have never let him touch me. I knew, I just knew, once that pig of a man got his hands on me that would be all she wrote. Those large…strong... rough hands. Hands that had touched me gently enough, but with a firmness and a control that had me wanting to play naughty Sub to his stern Dom. The vision of Edward in leather pants and a whip had me fanning myself. This was insane! I was insane. I stood up and began to pace.

For a year now he and I had been dancing around feelings. Feelings neither of us wanted to deal with. Most of those feelings were based off a mutual dislike. Yes, the sex had been out-of-this-world fantastic. And yes, I felt something for him. But that didn't negate the fact that Edward and I hated one another. And had since our first meeting.

From the first day when he came in to interview in ripped jeans, a Black Sabbath t-shirt and those god-awful big black combat boots, I knew he was no good. Who the hell dresses like that when interviewing for a job? I had asked him that exact question as my father and I sat looking him over. Edward's reply was simple: it's a bar, not a French café. The ass had then gone on to tell me I was too uptight!

My father, Carlisle, had almost passed out from laughter. Oh boy, from then on Edward and my dad were like best buds. Thick as thieves they were. And my vote didn't matter anymore. Daddy had gotten the son he'd always wanted, and I ended up with an arrogant, self-centered SOB as my bartender.

I open my office door, the smells and sounds of the bar hit me like a wave. I walk down the long hallway, my heels making clicking sounds. Coming to a stop in front of a wall of mirrors, I smooth my high ponytail, make sure my red dress is wrinkle-free, then eye my Christian Louboutin Black Suede heels- sighing with pleasure. They were a thing of beauty. But they did add height to my already tall frame. Normally, I was about five-feet-ten inches. But in these babies, I was a little over six feet. I knew, though, Edward would still tower over me. Like he had in my office when we had..

Speak of the devil. I hear his laugh again followed by a female giggle that sets my teeth on edge. I look around the corner to see a redheaded woman fawning all over Edward. Nothing new there, I suppose. I wasn't stupid. I knew that he was one of the main reasons we stayed packed. Women came from all around to see him. And with them, they brought their friends, family and shameful enough, their husbands and boyfriends. Any excuse to see Mr. Hot Rocker Dude in person. It was enough to make me want to gag. Especially when it was tiny little bitches like this one who hung about trying way too hard to be noticed.

I knew I was wanted by men. But I sometimes, like every woman, had my moments where I felt unwanted, unattractive and foolish. So what if little miss thing looked to be a size negative zero while I was at a size ten. I knew how to work my curves. They were healthy curves. Edward sure seemed to enjoy said curves, my inner diva reminded me.

Taking a deep breath, I tell myself I won't react to his flirting with the bar hag. It's not like I hadn't seen it all before. Just because the man gave me the best orgasms of my life didn't mean I had to go all rabid over his flirting with every slut, ho and bitch that walks through those doors. My doors. My bartender. Damn it!

OoOoO

"Its called Nasty Bitch. I thought it would suit you just fine."

I shut the office door, practically falling into my chair. Ohmigod! I can't believe I said that. To a paying customer no less! I had never done something like that before. At least, not to someone who was dishing out the money. This just proved to me, and probably to Assward as well, that that move out there was nothing but pure jealousy, and that what happened between us right here in this office, it was a mistake. A big fat mistake. I hung my head in shame.

My office door opens and in Edward comes. All toned, tall and brooding.

"What the hell was that out there?" He asks as he shuts the door behind him.

"What? Oh, you mean the drink? Please, the little slut had it coming." I try to sound unaffected. I think I failed. Because he's eyeing me like I've got snakes for hair.

"You're loosing it, Rosalie. Jesus Christ. You fuck a girl once.. ." He places his hands on his hips.

"Don't flatter yourself." How dare he! Yeah, it was the truth, but how dare he say it.

"I should call Carl. Tell him how mental you've gone before you scare away all his business!"

"Get out, Edward. Now." I tried to keep my emotions from showing. Last thing I wanted was him calling daddy, interrupting his L.A. trip for nothing. And it was nothing.

He leaned in. "That wasn't what you were saying earlier today. Earlier it was all 'oh, Edward. Harder, faster. Fuck me deeper. More, more.. Please, give me more!' You begged me." He stepped closer to me, spinning my desk chair around to face him as he knelt down between my legs. Placing his hands on either side of the arm rests, caging me in. I could feel his heat. Smell his scent. Like fresh air, mint and all man.

"Don't." I tried to sound fierce. I really did, but my voice trembled. Damn it.

"Don't what? Remind you of how good it was when I fucked you in this very room? How wet I had you, how you came over and over again?"

I couldn't breath. I felt myself become warm and very wet between my thighs. And my toes curled just thinking about how he had filled me. How he had been so dominate and passionate. No man, ever in my life, had been so powerful, so masculine. I was use to men that bent to my will. Not Edward, though. He never stepped back. In fact, he seemed to live to make me bend to his will.

Speaking took a lot of control. But I managed to do so without whimpering like a fool. "My father can't know anything about what happened between us. No one can."

Edward seemed like he wanted to say something. His eyes took on a hard edge. Then he said, "Relax Rosalie. I like my job and would very much like to keep it. So informing Daddy dearest that I screwed his sweet little princess isn't in the plans."

I let out a sigh of relief. Thank Christ we could agree on this one thing. As far as my father was concerned, I was modeling myself after The Virgin Mary. And I planned to keep it that way. At least in front of my dad. Behind closed doors.. That was a different matter all together.

"Great. We'll just agree that it was one time deal. Enjoyable. But a total mistake."

Edward stands up, shaking his head, he moves to my office door. All the while laughing his ass off.

"And what's so damn funny?" I ask.

He turns to look at me with heat in his eyes. I watch those jade green eyes travel up and down my body. "You think what happened between us was a one time deal? Think again, princess. Now that we've gotten a taste of one another, the fun's just getting started."

"You're wrong." I whisper.

I knew I was the wrong one. Because just being in the same room with him, now that I knew how he felt moving over and in me, I was hooked. But I had to at least put up some kind of fight. He was a player. He was a pig. And we fought like cats and dogs.

Doing that smoldering smirking thing he always did, Edward just nods before saying, "We'll see." And then he's gone.

I lowered my head -not so gently- to my desk. Where it stayed for a long while.

oOoOo

"You all ready to rock?" Edward asks the crowd as he pulls his guitar on over his head. I hated to admit it, but he looked good up there on stage. Like he was born to be a rock star. His long legs eating up the space, making total use of the stage. His wide, strong shoulders hunching over an electric guitar, biting his upper lip as he starts the opening cords. God, he was so frickin' sexy. And as I watched the full house- at least 60% made up of woman, I knew I wasn't the only one to think so.

"This song is dedicated to a beautiful woman I had the pleasure of hearing yell More, More, More! You all ready? Let me hear your REBEL YELL!"

Oh God. No. He wouldn't. But he was. He had picked that song just because he was an ass and wanted to embarrass me. Didn't matter that no one knew the reason behind this cover. I wanted to kill him. And when his dark green eyes found mine from across the room, I shot him glares filled with hate. And maybe just a little lust. The damn pigheaded bastard!

Edward flashed a bright smile and a wink. "In the midnight hour, She cried MORE! MORE! MORE! With a Rebel Yell, she cried MORE! MORE! MORE!" He had the whole place fist-pumping on every "More"

I had never been more turned on and humiliated at the same time. And the pathetic thing was? I wanted More. Oh, so much more.

Thanks for reading! And Thanks to L for proof-reading. More, more, more to come! ;) lol