Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, who makes it difficult for girls to find a boyfriend, since none compare to The Edward Cullen.

Overview: In this chapter, Alice, Edward, and Bella are at a restaurant in New York, waiting for a certain vampire's special appearance. Anyone know who it is? Also, this chapter became so long that I had to break it up into several parts. The chapter after this will still be at the restaurant, with more revenge, and then we will get to the shopping, which will probably be two separate chapters, too. Enjoy, and please review; it honestly makes me write faster and try harder.

Also—cheers—Edward does not really have a temper in this one. It will get a little bad again, but like I have promised all of you, Bella and Alice are going to teach him a lesson…just not right now!

Chapter 3: Sweet Revenge

Edward was kissing me as if his life depended on it. His lips moved swiftly yet softly and his hand was pushing me hard against him, but still caressing me. I could feel the outline of his body, hard, sculpted, and perfect on mine. I sighed, giving into him. I knew he had no problem kissing me in front of people, but this, this was something entirely new.

When we had finally reached the hustle and bustle, the tall, skyscraper buildings, and the varying ethnicities and styles that lurked around the streets, covering the ground like grass covers mud, I knew we had arrived. Edward insisted on taking me out to dinner before we started any shopping whatsoever. He argued that I needed energy; Alice argued that shopping was an adrenaline rush and therefore my energy would be in full throttle. After almost two and a half years, I still didn't understand how Alice could deceive herself into thinking that I was just as enthusiastic about shopping as she was. Edward had obviously won, playing the baby card.

"Edward," I breathed against his mouth, while one of his hands was still holding me desperately to him, the other moving wildly in my hair—something Alice was sure to get upset over.

"Hmmm?" was all he managed, and barely.

"You need to stop," I told him. He moaned and kept roaming his mouth over mine, ignoring the passer-byers. I, however, being pinned up against a wall near the women's restroom, got to see every single look that was thrown his way. Jealousy surged through my body. Pretty soon I would be big and fat and would eat like the pig that I would soon become. I hardly doubted he would be able to find me remotely attractive then. How did he even find me attractive now? I sighed and started pushing against his rock hard abs. Wrong move. He moved his hands quickly over mine, pulling them around his neck, clasping them there, so now I had no way of getting him off of me. I tried the last thing I could think of. "Please, Edward?" I had stopped moving my lips with his, letting them slump into a frown. He pulled away, slightly amused.

"Why, love?" he asked, his smile tilting higher and higher. His tongue began dancing with mine playfully again, tempting me beyond my limits.

"Because we are in a public place, Alice is still waiting for us at our table, and because every single girl that passes by has this look—" but he wouldn't let me say another word. He backed off of me and put one of his fingers over my mouth. His mouth was still so close to my face, his breath stirring around me, making me dizzy and swoon.

He moved his mouth so it was right next to my ear, slowly breathing, letting the cool surge of air, tickle it's way inside of me. I may be a vampire, but that didn't mean he couldn't still dazzle me. "Love, I'd do anything for you, you know that."

I smiled, nodding my head, happy I had finally won.

"But not that." He let out a low chuckle, and growled playfully at me, before launching his lips onto mine again, as if somehow I was the safe harbor.

"Edward Anthony Mason Cullen!" I screamed into his lips, trying to convey to him how upset I was.

"Yes, dear wife?" He was having fun. That got me riled up even more. I shoved against his body, trying to get by him. He held me prisoner. "Bella," he whispered, his lips still by my ear, "I don't think you realize what you're doing to me." I huffed, annoyed, and crossed my arms over my chest, raising my eyebrows, and daring him to go on. He mocked shock and I rolled my eyes. "I'm like the predator and you're like the prey," he joked. "I'm just dying to have you."

"That's it you two!" Alice! I was never so happy to see her! I ducked under Edward's arms and ran over to her.

"Thank you," I whispered, shooting death glares back at Edward. He walked behind us, hands in the pockets of his black jeans, a smirk ever present on his face. As we went back to the table, the waitress came over, her eyes immediately locking with Edward's. I rolled my eyes, completely annoyed by this point.

Edward held out my chair for me, scooting me close to the table, and then sat in his own, reaching for my hand, and intertwining ours together on the table.

"Is it just the three of you?" she asked.

Alice had a twinkle in her eye, her seat bouncing up and down with her. "There will be one more," she said, her excitement too much to control.

I looked over at Edward, shocked. His eyebrows were raised in a playful banter. He wasn't going to tell me. "Fine, don't tell me, Edward, but I swear you will pay for today!" I refused to look at him after that.

He squeezed my hand tighter. "Hormones already kicking in, love?" He said it loud enough so the waitress could hear. I was mortified!

I looked over at him, my eyes asking him why he had done that to embarrass me. He had gone too far. He looked into my eyes, seeming to sense that, and reached over the table, cupping my head in his free hand and stroking my cheek. "I'm sorry, Bella," he whispered. "I really am." He kissed my lips passionately and when we pulled out of our embrace, the waitress was hyperventilating and Alice sat there, impatient and looking at us accusingly. I, however, was smiling, and Edward seemed pleased with himself.

"Do you need a minute?" The waitress was staring at us, eyes looking longingly at Edward.

I was about to tell her that, yes, we needed longer to look over the menu, when Edward interrupted me. He glanced at the waitress' nametag and gave her a seductive smile. I rolled my eyes and they began to feel dizzy with all the rolling they had done today. I didn't mind when he used his charm on me, but using it on someone else was a whole different story. "Michelle," he spoke sweetly, his usual velvety voice, running even smoother, like honey, "if you could give us ten seconds, that would be great."

I looked up from my menu, unsure of what he was up to. How would I be ready to decide in ten seconds? By the time his eyes met with mine, he already had his lips pressing against me, and I sighed in content.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. I sighed. Okay, so that was why he wanted ten seconds. When he pulled his lips away from mine, I was motionless, sitting there, waiting and wanting more.

"I think we're ready now," he smiled to Michelle. She nodded her head, letting out a suppressed sigh.

After she took his order, going to stand close to him so she could "hear what he was saying better," she looked over at me. I stared at her, my eyes wide and expectant, my arms folded across my chest. So what if my hormones were kicking in after only a week! She deserved it.

Surprisingly, she somehow didn't feel the need to come closer to me to hear what I had to say; she remained next to my husband.

"What can I get for you?" She scratched the top of her head, bringing her finger down and curling it around a reddish-brown curl, twirling it in front of Edward. She smiled, giggly at Edward, but looked bored talking to me, so I decided to make it worth her while.

"I can't decide yet," I smiled sweetly at her, running my eyes up and down, and all across the menu—all part of my little charade.

"I'll just move on then." She looked over at Alice, but I stopped her.

"Wait! I know what I want now."

She looked at me, not answering, just waiting.

I drummed my fingers on the table, making it seem as if I was still a little unsure. "The salad sounds nice," I finally responded.

She let out a puff of air, growing agitated with me. Good! "Which salad?" Now, she wasn't even pretending to like me.

I looked up at her, all innocent and hurt, but regained my composure. "What would you recommend?"

"House salad," she replied quickly.

I looked at the menu, seeing what exactly was on the house salad. For now, it would do. "I'll take it."

She looked relieved and finally moved on to Alice. Edward looked at me quizzically, like he knew what I was up to, but he couldn't read my mind, so unless I told him, he would be in the dark, and he hated that.

I was going to kill two birds, with one stone.

Oh, how sweet revenge is!