Newton's Outfitters:

"Bella!" Mrs. Newton called after me as I was leaving work. "How would you like to star in a commercial for the shop?"

My mouth fell open, "Uhhhh, uuuummmm…What would it involve?" I asked, extremely unsure of what I was capable of doing for a commercial.

She beamed at me. "It'll be easy dear, all you have to do is walk around in some of our women's merchandise, and show off our tents and other paraphernalia."

Yikes, I guess that also means cameras….extra money would be good though. "Sure, Mrs. Newton, I'd love to."

She hugged me tight, my back shot ramrod straight. "Thank you sooo much, honey! It will ad an extra thousand to your pay check." She released me, much to my relief, (Only Edward was allowed to do that after all…) "You're welcome, have a good evening!"

I climbed into my car. "Oh. My. God! I'm gonna have to wair make up, and hiking boots, and all kinds of other crap." Wait till I tell Edward…Wait till I tell Charlie, he'll freak!

Much to my surprise, Charlie took it well, in fact he was ecstatic. Edward on the other hand….

"Bella, love, does that mean I can buy you something? A present…please?" His amber eyes were smoldering into scorching pools of liquid honey. His voice was softer than velvet.

I looked away to keep my composure, he was in my bed for Christ's sake, what was to keep me from "jumping" him right where he lay?

"No, you may not." I said, then stuck out my tounge.

He groaned, then captured my lips with his, we stayed like this until we were both breathless and gasping.

I heard him mutter, "Bad, no can't …. No…. after… wedding…." His self control was obviously dwindling.

"Edward, I don't want any gifts, but I can understand your frustration." I sighed. Hello hole, I'll dig myself into you very soon... I thought to myself.

He held himself on top of me so he was pressed to me, but I couldn't feel any of his weight. "You do, do you?"

I nodded, then wrapped my arms around his neck. "Mmmm, hmmm, you wana do me, right now with Charlie right down the hallway… Don't you?" I kissed the hollow of his neck.

A playful growl escaped his throat, "Yes," he said through clenched teeth, "and you are making that extremely hard." Edward rolled over so that I was on top of him. "But a blooming actress needs her sleep, doesn't she?"

"Guess so," I shrugged and rolled to the side, and laid my head on his chest. "Good night." My arms wrapped around him, his fingers running through my hair.

I woke up alone in the quiet house. There was a note on my bedside table from Edward it said: Good luck filming today, I need to hunt after that little game we played last night. You don't fight fair by the way…

I giggled. Oh yeah… that was today, better get ready.

I went through my morning routines, and got into jeans and a t-shirt. Not like I would be wearing that all day any way.

I got in my truck, and drove to the store. There was a camera, and tons of merchandise spread out all over the place. Fun.

Mrs. Newton ran up to me. "Hurry here is your outfit, I'll do your make up when you're changed."

I went to the store's bathroom, changed, and got out. Then went to my doom, while Mrs. Newton put my hair in a loose bun and did make up. More fun.

"There dear, you look lovely!"

Mr. Newton was readying the camera. "Come over and stand in front of the forest over there." He pointed at the place where the props were at.

As soon as we started filming, I knew it was trouble, I had to walk and read cue cards being held by Mrs. Newton at the same time… crap.

It started out fine, sure no problem, I was just standing there, but as soon as I had to start walking, danger….

By the time I came home, I had a twisted ankle, bruises all over my body, and a sprained wrist. All in a day's work for Bella Swan.

Let's just say Edward was pissed.