Authors Note:
Hey guys, I know its been quite a while but I've been super busy recently. I know it would be easier to have a set date for every update but I don't want to be making promises I'm not sure I can keep. Plus I write when I'm inspired and in the mood otherwise I don't put my all in, and I want to make sure when I'm writing you guys get my best work.
So it's the moment you've been waititng for, Edward and Bella finally meet in this next chapter, its not tooi detailed but worry not the chapter after this will be full of lemons.
Enjoy and remember your reviews make me update a lot faster. :)
Chapter 3
As soon as I leave my apartment I regret not having time to grab a jacket. I'm five minutes into my walk when I also regret choosing to walk to the club instead of taking my car.
Sure it was a little pricey for a wannabe stripper with it being a Mercedes but I could have parked it a couple blocks away.
Stupid Bella.
By the time I get to the club I've become a pro at walking in heels, aslong as I don't have to do anything but walk I'll be fine for the night.
I round the corner and stare at the line of people who wait to be let inside. It's mostly groups of men who are clearly on a guys night out. I walk past them all and go straight to the bouncer.
"You may be a pretty lady but you gotta queue up just like everybody else."
He hadn't even let me speak, do I really look like I'm trying to cut the line? I look down at my outfit. Yep, I do.
"You've got it wrong, I'm here for an interview. I was told to ask for Rosalie Hale."
He gives me a funny look before speaking into his walkie talkie.
"We have a girl here claiming she has an interview with Ms Hale."
"What's her name?"
I answer before he has a chance to repeat the question.
"Isabella Marie."
"Says her names Isabella Marie."
"Send her in."
He looks me over once before gesturing for me to go in.
A couple of words to describe the inside of Fantasy were; dark, sexy and cosy.
I finally understood why so many people tried to get in here, it was unlike other strip clubs which always looked and felt cheap. Fantasy was clean, high profile and rich looking. It felt... Classy.
It's set out like most strip clubs with the circular stage covering the middle of the floor with sofas, chairs and tables surrounding it. To my right there's a bar with a few stools around it, and then to my left there's a smaller looking lounge area that had to be VIP only. It's situated cleverly so that if they wanted to see the stage they could but if they wanted some privacy, it was still possible.
"Follow me please, Ms Marie."
I turn to see the bouncer has followed me in and is now walking towards a door near the bar. I walk as fast as I can in my heels and follow him through the door and up the stairs.
We enter a lobby of some sort with a secretary in the corner. I watch her type away furiously at her computer, she's very pretty and I'm instantly jealous of her hair, it's such an unusual colour it reminds me of fire.
I walk upto her and watch the bouncer leave me to do whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing.
"Hi there! You must Isabella Marie."
"Yeah that's me. I was told to come in at seven to meet with a Rosalie Hale."
"Yeah honey about that. Ms Hale is very busy with it being a friday so you're not going to be interviewed by her tonight."
"Oh. Well I guess I don't mind being re-scheduled. When should I come in again?"
"No, no you'll still have your interview. Just not by Ms Hale. I believe Mr Cullen will be taking over for you. Take a seat and I'll let you know when he's ready."
Mr Cullen? Shit. He's one of the brotherhood.
My palms grow sweaty and I suddenly start to feel light headed. Fuck I'm not ready for this.
"Mr Cullen will see you now."
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I force myself to stand up and enter the door labelled with his name.
You can do this Isabella. You can do this.
The first thing I notice as I walk in is the glass that's replaced the back wall, it's tinted so you can see the entire club from up here but they wouldn't be able to see inside from down there. In front of that is a wooden desk with a laptop, lamp and some papers. The whole room screams simple yet convenient.
I walk towards the desk and wait for him to turn, he's facing the glass obviously too busy watching over his club to acknowledge my existence. I wait a few minutes and wonder if he even knows I'm here.
His taller than I expected, at around 6'3 and he has his hands in his pockets, which helps accentuate his ass which from what I can see looks mighty fine. His stance is wide, his shoulders even wider. His hair is a copper brown and I wish he would just turn around so I can check out the rest of him.
I wonder if he looks just as good from the front as he does from behind?
I don't have to wonder long as he turns to face me. Everything freezes.
My heart. My brain. My mind. My breath.
Everything.
I struggle to look away as my eyes land on him. He has to be the most beautiful thing I have ever layed eyes on.
His eyes are a unique shade of gold and I know already that millions of hearts have been broken falling into them. His eyelashes are long and thick, on anyone else I would have called them feminine but that word doesn't seem to fit him.
I run my eyes over the rest of him, his top button is open and I can see a few inches of his chest but his loosened tie stops me from seeing anymore. I suddenly have the urge to rip off the tie and unbutton his shirt so that I can see him in all his definite glory.
I try to form a hello but my mouth has become dry. I let out a choked sound but quickly cover it with a pretend cough.
"Ms Marie, I take it you are here to be interviewed?"
Oh my God. His voice. It drips over me, coaxing me into submission. All sense has left me at this point.
"Y-yes." My voice is weak, nothing like his strong masculine voice. It oozes power, something I normally don't find attractive, but on him its so fucking sexy.
He walks to sit down in his chair and motions for me to sit down too. I thank him silently, I don't think my legs could have held me up any longer.
I place my hands in my lap and try to control them from fidgeting. His eyes are on me and I feel incredibly uncomfortable under his stare.
I want to look up but I worry that I'll end up having eye contact with him and then I won't be able to pull myself away.
"I would appreciate it if we got down to business Ms Marie. As owner of Fantasy and many other franchises I have a tight schedule, I take it you're here because you're a stripper?"
His abruptness shocks me at first. But after the initial reaction I realise I'm sitting across one of the first vampires to ever be created. There's no doubt he is probably rude, impatient and conceited. Actually there's no probably about it. He's all those things and more.
I clear my throat before answering. Be confident Bella.
"I'm sorry I didn't realise you were that important, but yes I'm here for a job as a stripper.
He let out a little chuckle before masking his face once again with that bored expression.
Frankly I was pissed off, I understood that Edward Cullen was an important man but he was running a business here and that meant he had to do things like hold interviews, if he was so busy that he couldn't do simple things like that then maybe he should consider a different business field.
"Very well, stand up then."
"Wha-why?"
"Just stand up and take your clothess off."
Ok this was not going to plan. Was this normal? Did he expect me to have sex with him first? I wouldn't mind under different circumstances but this guy was 1. A vampire and 2. My future boss, or so I hoped.
Sleeping with him this early in the plan would sabotage everything.
"Mr Cullen, I'm sorry to dissapoint you but I don't intend to sleep with you, I'm here for a job interview, nothing more nothing less. I'm not a prostitute and if I have to sleep with you to get this job then I'm afraid this isn't the right one for me."
He started to laugh and I felt my panties go wet. He was effecting me way more than I wanted to admit, soon enough he'd be able to sense my desire for him. My initial desire turned to anger as his laughter became louder.
"You think I want to sleep with you? I assure you Ms Marie if I wanted to fuck someone you wouldn't be the first person I go to. I want to see if you can strip, show me a routine you've prepared, I take it you have prepared something for me to see?"
Fucking douchebag.
I wouldn't be the first person he goes to? I know I'm not beautiful or sexy like most girls, but I wasn't ugly, I knew that much. I was just ok, but obviously to him I wasn't even that.
If I was angry before I was fucking fuming now. How dare he be so rude to me? We had just met and he had already told me I was wasting his time and unattractive.
I'd show him.
If it wasn't for that comment of his I would have stripped and be done with it, and focused my attention on one of the other brothers but like any other person I couldn't say no to a challenge, and Edward had just handed me one on a plate.
Edward Cullen you are going to want me so bad it hurts.
