Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the characters. The great Stephanie Meyer does.
Esme is Jasper's stylist... typo sorry...oh and PC is press conference
Oh and don't make fun of the tattoos most of them I actually have lol
Chapter 3
JPOV
Esme made me look good, I was dressed comfortably thanks to a good 45 minutes of arguing and she let me wear my boots so I could ride my bike. I got a brand new red Ducati Streetfighter S. I love to ride. I put my helmet on and my black Ducati racing jacket and took off. Twenty minutes later I was walking into the building were the PC was being held I handed my jacket and helmet to Esme so she could put them in their car and walked over to Carlisle.
"Hey Jazz. So we're all here what are you up to? How's this gonna play out?" Carlisle asks in a low voice.
"I told you I'm not gonna let some little girl ruin a reputation I've been building for years. I'm gonna ask her for a fight and when she says "no" I'll be happy and shit will hopefully go back to normal." I say in a low tone as well.
"If I was you Jazz I'd stop calling her a little girl." Carlisle says staring near the door he looks very amused.
I look in the direction to see what he finds so interesting. When my eye finally hit her I almost gasped out loud, the beauty by the door was most definitely Bella Swan and I was most definitely in trouble.
I see her searching the crowd. She finds me and I raise to my full height so she could see just how big a man I was. I decided to get a good look at her while she was busy ogling me. She's got her hair down it's a dark brown chestnut color with what looks like hints of red, it was in a mess big curls, her bangs where cut at an angle on the left side of her face, almost cover her eye. Those eyes, big deep mossy green eyes. Little straight nose, high cheek bones, and the sexiest mouth I'd ever seen.
Her face was beautiful but I was right her body, it's more than perfect. She's so tiny I bet she'd barely hit my shoulder. She's wearing a tan tank top that's showing more than its covering. She has large probably C-cup sized breasts, just perfect for my hands. I can see her flat toned stomach all the way up to her belly button which is pierced so hot, and her hip bones jutting out.
She has tattoos, that's new, and something we have in common. She has 'love' on the inside of her left wrist and 'hate' on the right. Stars going up her neck and behind her right ear, a boxing glove on the inside of her right hip bone and what looks like a cherry blossom tree along her left hip and going up her rib cage. I continued my search down her little jean skirt and long toned legs to a sexy pair of 'fuck me' heels. The last tattoo I can see is on her right foot, its sheet music, I wonder what song? God this woman is sexy.
She is looking at me with a mischievous look on her face, oh shit now she's turning around slowly. Damn. More tattoos, she's got a pixie on her lower back and a bear the top part of her shoulder. Stunning. The perfect ass, God she's makin it hard for me to be the southern gentleman that I am. Damn it I know I've got a hard on.
She looks me right in the eye and mouths "Do you think you can handle it?" then winks and takes her bottom lip between her teeth, good Lord she's trying to kill me.
Then the flash happens. Oh shit. Somebody caught that. Look at that blush, so that's where Pinks came from. Oh well I can't help but smile.
Now on to business….
