Chapter 3
I sent several emails and moved everything around on my desk as I waited for Emmett and his friend. He didn't have a lot of friends. Emmett's rapid rise to fame in the music world had made sure he didn't have a lot of close friends. He found out quickly enough that most people weren't his friend for the friendship alone, they wanted something more from him. His close circle only held a few select people so I had a few guesses as to which friend it might be. In fact, most of the possibilities scared the shit out of me. Rose and I had talked many, many times about our desire to just be a fly on the wall as he hung out with any of his friends. Now that my chance was here, I was terrified.
I sent one final email and leaned down to shut off my computer. When I sat back up, I looked into the face of Emmett and none other than Edward Cullen.
Holy shit! Edward Cullen! He was most certainly not the friend I expected, at all. I couldn't lie, he was the one I hoped for and in fact he was the only good friend of Emmett's up to this point that I had not met in some fashion. All the others I have seen in concert and did the meet and greets. Edward was not a singer, not professionally anyway. He did dabble in music though and I had heard him sing, not personally, just through YouTube. He no longer sang because of his new career choice.
Edward was now an actor. I had seen his movies, watched his interviews, clipped the pictures and bookmarked the websites that projected him in a positive light. To put it mildly, I was infatuated with Edward Cullen.
And I realized I was just standing there, staring at the two of them like a fool. I snapped to and stepped forward. "Hi, I'm Bella Swan, nice to meet you." He reached his hand out, smiled his crooked smile from beneath his lashes, and stuck his hand out to greet me as well.
"How do you do, I'm Edward Cullen, it's a pleasure to meet you." I continued to shake his hand. He glanced at Emmett and then back to me. I pumped his hand a few more times. "I can't wait for dinner." I yanked my hand away. I couldn't cook for Edward Cullen. I just couldn't.
Emmett I had met before. Emmett I had hung out with and I felt like I knew Emmett. Even though he was a fairly big deal in the music world, he was laid back and down to earth. He was just Emmett and I could handle that. Edward Cullen was a horse of a different color. He was a freaking superstar and was wanted all over the world. He didn't fart without someone reporting on it.
I just couldn't cook for him.
"Or… I could go back to the room and wait for Emmett." He spoke slowly and glanced back and forth between Emmett and I.
Apparently I had sufficiently freaked out to the point that I had freaked out Edward, too.