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EPOV

This morning I came into work with a big fucking smile on my face. Not one thing was going to wipe that smile off my face. Not even the new receptionist, whatever the fuck her name was, trying to proposition me again. Not even when I spilled oil all over me. That smell is a bitch to get off, but I was still smiling.

At ten, I head back inside my office to do some paperwork. But the clock above my desk seems to be moving too slowly. Once 10:30 rolls around, I start to get antsy. I just want to see her – the girl from yesterday. Isabella.

Maybe I'll just take her out to lunch or something.

Okay, E. When have you ever taken a girl out to lunch?

I scowl at the thought. I'm not exactly the 'going on a lunch date' type, but this isn't really a lunch date, right?

I would say it's more of a meeting. But hold up, we're not business partners. Maybe you could consider it two acquaintances eating together, trying to get to know each other better. But that's a fucking date.

I'm so fucked.

I push back from my desk roughly and stalk out to into the shop to tell James, who was originally going to pick Isabella up, that I was going to get her.

He looks at me dumfounded. "You're picking her up?"

"Yep," I assert shortly.

He still looks to be in shock. "When the fuck have you ever gone to pick a customer up?"

"There's a first time for everything, James," I say to him, simply not in the mood. Turning around on my heel, I begin walking towards the truck when I'm stopped by the sound of his voice.

"So, what's the deal with you and my sister?" He asks curiously.

I stop dead in my tracks and squint my eyes, facing the opposite direction. I turn around and look at him, and he seems to be genuinely curious.

What the fuck did she tell him?

He answers my unspoken question. "She mentioned to me that you two hit it off yesterday."

Ha! That's what she calls fucking in the men's bathroom? And I didn't even come. What a fucking joke.

"Nothing, bro," I state plainly, keeping my laughter at bay, and trying to make a quick escape so he doesn't have the chance to ask more questions. "You know I don't date."

"Whatever, dude. Listen," he says seriously, pointing at me. "Hurt my baby sis and I'll fuck you up."

I chuckle to myself inwardly. Like James could ever fuck me up. He's too much of a pussy.

Putting my hands in the air, I back up towards the truck. "You have nothing to worry about," I say, and then I'm off.

The drive to Isabella's place gives me time to think. Time to think about that beautiful face, those beautiful tits, and hips, and her ass. Her fucking ass. It was so round and perfect. Fuck. I need to come up with a plan to get inside her without getting shot by her dad.

Ah, good ole' Chief Swan. He's not exactly fond of me. He's arrested me for possession of a controlled substance multiple times. Not that I do any of that hard shit – I've only distributed. You can't dabble in your own stash unless you want to go broke. Anyways, I worked for Aro mostly when I was younger, before I had my shop. Now I only do favors for Aro when he's desperate, and he needs someone. It's not like I need the money or anything – I have plenty. I just consider him to be a good friend, and I help him out from time to time.

I snap out of my thoughts and pull into Isabella's driveway. I turn the ignition off and step out of the car, walking up to the front door, anxious to see her. After knocking heavily, she swings the door open, and my breath is taken away. I didn't even fucking care that I sounded like a pussy saying that shit – she was seriously fucking beautiful.

This is the first time I've seen her up close, and I am definitely not disappointed. She has a beautiful heart-shaped face. Her eyes, which are framed with the longest black lashes, are the most interesting shade of brown I've ever seen, with little flecks of gold laced throughout her iris. And her red lips are plump, but not overly so. I don't think I've ever seen anyone more beautiful than her.

And because I'm a guy, and a complete ass hole, I blatantly check her out. I feel a certain appendage starting to rise after giving her body a once over. Her skin tight clothes accentuated every curve of her body. She's making me fucking salivate.

I look back up at her to find that she's checking out my sleeves. Nothing new there – chicks fucking love my tats, but this seems to be a little different. I don't think I've ever had a girl look at my arms with such curiosity. It's almost cute. I hate that fucking word. But it's seriously cute.

After looking at my arms, she looks back up at my face and blushes at my smirk.

I smile even further. "Isabella, I presume?"

She chuckles. "Yep, that's me," she says, pointing her thumb at herself. She then shakes her head and looks down, almost as if she's embarrassed with herself.

Yeah, she's really fucking cute.

"I'm here to take you to your car. I'm from Cullen's Auto. My name's E," I say, holding out my hand while putting my panty-dropping grin on my face.

She smiles up at me, her brown eyes sparkling, and reaches out to take my hand. As soon as she makes contact, I feel it. This shock that both of us can evidently feel, because she jumps back and looks at me with wide eyes. I drop her hand and look at her with a frown on my face.

What the fuck was that?

I shake my head, and regain my composure. "Let's get you to your car, shall we?"

She nods, and I signal for her to walk in front of me towards the truck. And fuck, that was a mighty good decision, because now I can see that perfect ass of hers swaying back and forth. Hot damn, I'm in heaven.

I help her into the truck before coming over to the driver's side and hopping in. As soon as we're out on the road, I turn to her.

"So, Isabella… Is it alright if I call you Isabella?" I ask her.

"No one really calls me that," she states. "You can call me Bella. That's what I usually go by."

"Alright, Bella," I wink at her.

A comfortable silence falls between us as we make our way down the heavily wooded road. Then I remember that I haven't asked her about lunch yet.

"So, uh… Are you hungry?" I ask, looking at her again. She snaps her eyes to mine, obviously not expecting that question. "I mean, I got here kind of early. And your car won't be ready until noon," it's been ready since last night, "so I figure that we could just kill some time and get some grub?" That last part comes out as more of a question, and I roll my eyes at myself.

Bella nods her head. "Sure, I could eat," she says calmly.

It made me a little too happy to hear her agree to lunch. And that made me angry. How was this girl, that I didn't know from Eve, having this effect on me?

I really am fucked.

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