A/N: Here's the next chapter, enjoy. The next should be up on Monday.

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight but I own a laptop full of past questions for my exams.

Spanish Inquisition and First date.

BPOV

Stepping into my apartment on Saturday evening, after spending the day with Edward meets me with Angela standing with her arms akimbo. She is tapping her foot and looks extremely curious not at all as worried as I thought she would be.

"And where have you been?" She demands.

"I'm an adult, Angela; I can be wherever I want."

"Do you know, except that extremely vague text from you yesterday, I haven't heard a word from you?"

"I was with someone." I say and attempt to walk away. But Angela grabs my hand and pulls me back.

"And where do you think you're going? I want details." She sings.

Angela is my best friend and has been since I was twelve. We've always done stuff together despite the fact that we're extremely different. Angela was always the geeky girl, always reading with huge glasses and braces; I was on the cheerleading squad and had numerous boyfriends throughout high school. But we were best of friends, Angela had helped me through the worst time of my life and so I owe her big time. She's a lot different now, though. She had eye surgery and got rid of the glasses, the braces did their job and her teeth are awesome. She also has the best boyfriend in the entire planet, Ben Cheney. Ben is the owner of Eclipse and he's awesome. He has blonde hair, green eyes and a great body. Not that I'm checking him out or anything. But he's really nice, funny and loves Angela to bits. He's also not one of those boyfriends who try to take a best friend's place in their girlfriend's lives. Ben lets Angela and I have girl time and also spends some time with me. Just to talk, not necessarily about Angela. I can actually say he is my friend.

One major trait of Angela is that she's a major pest. She's curious about every single detail of my life and is like a mother hen. She never wants to let me out of her sight. That's why she never gave up her keys when she moved out of the apartment. So I can wake up any morning and see Angela prancing about, cooking in my kitchen. And now if I don't tell her about Edward, she'll give me the Spanish Inquisition for sure.

"So… I met a guy at the bar yesterday." I say.

"Uh-uh, I noticed. He was really hot." She winks at me, smiling happily obviously waiting for more.

"And we danced then went to his house, had awesome sex and spent today together." I smile at my short summary.

"No, no, that won't do. I want details." She emphasizes.

"Okay, so I saw him and you're right, he's extremely hot. We talked for a bit then danced. I have never danced with anyone like him. He's amazing. It was like we knew each other and god, he made me so wet." I spew out.

"Go on." She insists.

"Well, we danced and then I suggested we go to his house and we did. The sex was amazing, really never had anything like it. And I've had a lot of sex."

"I know. But, if it was a one night stand, why did you spend the whole day together?"

"I really don't think it was a one night stand. We have each other's numbers and today was great, we didn't want to let go and he promised to call."

"Doesn't mean he will." She told me in a warning tone. As usual, Angie was looking out for me.

"I know, but I think he's different. We just…connected. And I've never felt that way with anyone before." I confess.

"Wow, you sound deep."

"Yeah, I guess I've fallen. Hard."

"So…what's his name?"

"Edward Cullen."

"Really? I swear, I've heard that name somewhere before. What does he do?"

"I have no idea."

"What do you mean you have no idea?" She yells. "You spent the whole day with some guy and he's still a stranger?"

"I know. We just didn't talk much about ourselves. I didn't want to have to get into my parents, you know."

"Yes, I understand. But if this Edward calls, it means he wants more and you'll eventually have to go there."

"I know, Angie. Believe me I do. But I'll cross that bridge when it comes."

"Okay. But I know I've heard the name Edward Cullen before, now where was it?" She scrunches up her eyebrows as she gets deep in thought.

"Well, I'm gonna get changed and start on dinner. You staying?" I say.

She nods, obviously really concentrating on where she's heard Edward's name. I walk away to my room and pull of Edward's clothes inhaling his scent before I toss them in the hamper. I pull on some shorts and a tank top before heading to the kitchen and bring out a pack of chicken from the fridge. I'm a very experiment based cook but my meals always turn out great. Today, I want to make boiled chicken, vegetable sauce and boiled rice. I saw it in some foreign recipe book online.

As I set about preparing the meal, Angela enters the kitchen to join me. Angela is a great cook and I love cooking and eating with her.

"So, did you remember when you heard his name?" I asked. I was actually curious.

"Not really. I know it was in the credits of some dance movie, though."

"He's an actor?"
"No. Just someone who does behind the stage work, I guess."

"Oh well. I'll ask him when next we see." I reply. So Edward works in movies, I really wonder exactly what he does.

"So, what're you cooking?"

"Rice, chicken and veggie sauce."

"What can I do?" She asks, eagerly. Angie loves cooking almost as much as I do and I love cooking. It's something I really enjoy doing; cooking, baking and reading. I love those things.

"You can start up with the rice. Just parboil it." I ask.

We get to work and when the final result turns up, it's amazing. I have leftovers which I keep to myself. I give Angie the recipe, though so she can make it for herself and Ben who she lives with.

After Angie leaves, I put in a load of laundry, then settle on the couch and start with some work. I'm doing some designs for some clients who I'm almost done with. Just some finishing touches. I really hope I get another client soon because I can't stand having no work when Mike turn up to my office. As I get busy, my phone rings and it's Edward.

"Hello." I say.

"Hi, how's the rest of your day been?"
"Cool. I'm working now."

"Oh, am I bothering you? I can call later." He sounds a bit nervous.

"Nope. What did you want to talk about?"

"Yeah. I wanted to ask if you'd like to go out with me."

"Go out? Like a date?"

"Yes. Like a date."

"Isn't that kind of weird considering the fact that we've already had sex?"

"I guess. But I really want to take you out and you know, do things the proper way. And I'd like to know more about you."

"Okay. When?"

"Tomorrow evening. I was thinking we'd go for a movie then out to dinner or something."
"Yeah, that sounds cool. I'll be ready by five-thirty?"

"That's good. I'd pick you up but I don't know your address."

I recite my address to him and then we hang up. Edward and I are going on an actual date, which means he wants more with me. I was right; Edward is different. He doesn't want only sex with me. I quickly finish up my work then finish with the laundry before I go to bed.

BPOV

Angela and I are rapidly going through my clothes. I can't find anything to wear for my date with Edward in one and a half hours. I know it needs to be casual but it also needs to be catchy and I simply can't see anything good enough. Ben was assisting us before but when I kept rejecting everything he chose, he went to watch TV.

"What about this?" Angie's words pull me out of my mind and I turn to her. She's holding a dark blue blouse which is great. It has short sleeves made of lace and so is the chest area until the beginning of my boobs, the rest of the top is a mixture of lace and normal material, fitted tightly on my body. She paired it with a pair of black skinny jeans. It was the perfect outfit.

"Oh, Angie! You're a genius." I exclaim. "I'm gonna go take a quick shower." I quickly leave my bedroom and rush into my bathroom. I brush my teeth, shower and wash my hair. When I leave the bathroom, Angela is armed with a hairdryer and lingerie. I quickly get dressed in the black lace bra and panties she's chosen then settle so she can do my hair and make-up. She does my hair down and holds up some part in pins. The main wave of my hair isn't altered though. Knowing, I don't use much make-up, Angela simply applies mascara and colourless lip gloss. I get dressed in my outfit including a pair of black flats which I adore. When I look in the mirror, I look great. The doorbell rings and I quickly rush about to get my purse ready.

I get downstairs and see Edward and Ben in a conversation. Edward is holding a bunch of white roses which are actually my favourite flowers.

"Hey," I interrupt.

"Hi." Edward stands up to come and meet me. "You look amazing." He says then kisses me on the cheek. He offers me the flowers, saying, "These are for you."

"Thanks, they're amazing." I quickly leave to find a vase and put them in water.

When I return, Angela is downstairs so I quickly make the introductions.

"Edward, this is my best friend, Angela and her boy friend, Ben. Guys, this is Edward."
They quickly exchange greetings, then I say my goodbyes before Edward and I leave.

EPOV

Bella is out to kill me. Her clothes are a major tease. She is wearing a blouse made of scrap called lace which practically shows all her skin and just teases me with glimpses of lace covered skin. Her jeans emphasize the slimness of her legs and her feet are in flats. She looks so beautiful, it hurts. My dick, to be specific. But tonight, no sex. I want to have a normal date and show her that I'm interested in more than sex with her. I want an actual relationship. I open my car door for her, just as my mother trained me and get into the car. We're going to the movies first of all.

"So, tell me about Angela." I say.

"Oh, she's been my best friend for ages. I moved to a small town in Washington when I was twelve and Angela was the only one who talked to the 'new girl'. We've been best friends ever since and we're completely different. Actually, the only thing we have in common is our love for reading and cooking. Nothing else."

"That sounds great. It must be wonderful to have a friend that close."

"Yeah, it is. Sometimes, I don't know what I'd do without her. What about you? Any best friends?"

"Well, my closest friends are my brother and my brother in law. We understand each other perfectly well. No one's ever got me like they do." I confess to her. I know I'm avoiding saying Emmett and Jasper's names but I don't want her to make the connection. Not yet anyway.

The rest of the drive is filled with conversation about things we like best and I realize that white roses are her favourite flowers so I made a great choice tonight. I let Bella pick the movie for tonight and she picks a romantic comedy, 'The Proposal'. I buy us popcorn and drinks and then we go on to the theatre. The movie's actually interesting and Bella and I hold hands for the entire time. I enjoy the soft feel of her tiny hand in mine. Bella is really small, actually. Because of her level of confidence and sexual expertise, I didn't pay much attention before but now, its extremely clear and I see that she has the stature of a dancer, petite yet graceful. If I hadn't already taken her, it would feel like child molestation to want to have her at all. But her body is amazing and erotic. I am almost addicted.

After the movie, we head to my favourite Italian restaurant, La Bella Italia, I hope she likes Italian food because I love it. We head into the restaurant and to the counter. The hostess smiles brightly at me, waiting expectantly.

"Good evening, how may I help you?"

"Reservation under Cullen, please."

"Of course, Mr. Cullen, follow me." She leads the way and we follow. I'm still holding Bella's hand. She leads us to the exact table I order; one on the rooftop which gives us an excellent view of the city and we can feel fresh breeze. It also gives us privacy from the rest of the patrons in the restaurant.

We sit and the hostess says, "I'll send your server right up."

"Thank you." I reply.

"Edward, she's so hitting on you." Bella whispers as the hostess walks away.

"Really? Are you jealous?" I tease her.

A faint blush stains her cheeks and she replies saucily, "Nope. She can have you if she wants."

I place my hand over my heart dramatically and say, "I'm shattered."

She lets out a laugh just as the server approaches. The server is a young woman with a skip in her step and she arrives at our table grinning, brightly.

"I'm Amber, I'll be your server for tonight. What can I get you?"

"Bella?" I turn to her.

She smiles and responds, "A Coke, please."

"A Pepsi." I say.

"Are you ready to make your order?" Amber asks.

"No, not yet." I say.

When she leaves, Bella exclaims, "You prefer Pepsi over Coke?"

"No, just wanted to see your reaction."

She repeats my action of placing her hand over her heart and says dramatically, "I was scared. I mean, no matter how much I like Pepsi, Coke is always better to me."

"I know, I feel the same way." Well, that was one thing we had in common.

When Amber returns with our drinks, we've already decided what to order. I order a Tiramisu while Bella orders a Focaccia with tomatoes.

"So this is the part where we ask to know more about each other, right?" She asks after taking a sip of her drink.

"Yes, any dark secrets for me to know about?"
"Well, I like sex. A lot." She says.

I choke and sputter out some of my Pepsi. "What?" Maybe I hadn't heard right.

"You heard me right. I prefer to admit what I like unlike most people. And I actually like sex."

"Does that mean you've had a lot of it? I mean, you must have had a lot of it to determine that you actually like it."

"That's not exactly the best thing to tell a guy on a date but yes. I've had a lot of sex."

"I think that just makes me like you more than I already do."

"Really that seems weird. I'd think you'd get offended or something."

"Nope, it just makes you more sexy."

"Uh-uh." She said sarcastically, lifting her eyebrows.

"Really. I guess that's where your extreme sexual confidence comes from."

"You think I have extreme sexual confidence?"

"Yup, it's practically oozing out."

She laughs again, that awesome turn-on laugh. And yes, it goes straight to my dick.

Amber arrives with our food and as we eat, Bella and I talk more about our like for sex and what exactly we prefer. It's not exactly first date conversation but it's us and I love it. It also turns out we have a lot in common. After eating we order desert which is Cantucci and hot chocolate.

Watching Bella eat desert is simply erotic. The way her lips curve around her spoon and take in the food is a complete turn on. I think she's seduces me, though. After desert, we take a walk on the rooftop. The light breeze blowing through her hair makes her look like a goddess and I want to run my hands through her hair. This is officially the best date I've ever had.

I drive Bella home when we're done. The ride is filled with music blaring from my speakers, apparently she likes loud music, rap to be specific. When we get to her apartment, I walk her to her door and she invites me in. For sex.

"Bella, no, not today. I just want us to do things the proper way."

She raises her eyebrows and it looks like she's asking, "Are you rejecting me?"

"No, Bella, I want you, believe me but like I said, a normal date."

"Okay." Then she places her lips on mine and I almost push her against the wall and lose control the feel of her lips on mine is amazing. Her lips her soft and her taste is like woman and the desert we just had. I part my lips and probe mine with her tongue, she opens up and our tongues play for dominance. When we part, our breaths are ragged and I'm sporting a total hard-on. But I'm sticking to my decision.

"Goodnight, Bella." I say.

"Goodnight, Edward." She says then steps into her apartment. The night has left me with one conclusion. I'm falling hard for Bella Swan.

A/N: Guess Edward's career and get a teaser of the reveal. See you soon. Thanks for reading.