Disclaimer: It's all Meyer. Nothing mine but C.J.

A/N: Tee hee... thanks for the love! And here's mine to you!

Chapter three goes out to WildImagination28, Villemo79, and aurike. Cheers, guys!

AlicePOV:

I couldn't believe what I was reading on the screen of my phone. Trble on da flr roofies

is the text I received from Edward, which I translated easily to mean that some shady shit was going down out there. I slammed my lap top shut, pissed off that I had to abandon my truck order form to go straighten these drunks out.

I really just wanted to go home. I'd had a long day, and I still couldn't get my mind off the dark chocolate eyes that had melted into me today; my son's guitar teacher absorbed my thoughts. She made my heart pound in a way I'd not experienced since I was a teenager and obsessed with was something that had not gone unnoticed by my best friend, my brother Emmett's wife, Rosalie.

"What's on your mind, Alice?" she'd asked me on our way to the club tonight.

"Nothing," I'd lied, not sure how to tell her that I couldn't stop thinking about a woman I'd only just realized existed today. I wonder if she would play for me...?

"You are so full of shit your eyes are turning brown," Rosalie scoffed, folding her pale arms across her perfect chest.

"It's stupid, Rose," I said softly, not taking my eyes away from the road to look at her.

"You were fine when we were in yoga this morning, but by the time you got to the house for the party, you were like a total zombie."

It was that time frame where I'd met Bella. Bella Swan. Her name personified beauty. And C.J. raved about her. I wished I could join him when he was telling my father all about his new guitar teacher, only I would have said different things. I would have told him about how intense her face was when she was watching C.J. play, and how interested in him she seemed, the way her eyes lit up when I asked if he were into it. What I wouldn't have told him, or anyone, was how sexy she looked leaned back in that folding chair with that beat up acoustic across her lap, her long brown hair tied back with her ball cap on backwards. So tomboy-gay. I bet she wore boxers. So sexy.

And the tingles... I wondered if she could feel them, too. I think she did. I hope she caught my wink, because I want her to flirt, I want her to ask me out. I want to know this guitar-wielding goddess.

I'd even thought about going in and asking for personal lessons... and that's what I was thinking about when my cell phone went off on my desk with that text from my brother who was tending the bar with Rosalie that night.

I came down the back stairs that were hidden behind the "STAFF ONLY" sign on the only door besides the fire escape, which brought me out right behind the bar where Edward was working. Rosalie was tending by herself, and I caught sight of my younger brother's ridiculous hair about fifty feet from the bar. Our older brother Emmett walked up on Edward's other side, and I heard Edward tell Emmett what he saw, pointing to a girl with long brown hair and one of the nicest asses I'd ever seen. That one could take my mind off of Bella... momentarily. Surely she didn't come here alone? She was the perfect target for sick fucks like this guy. I stopped right behind her just in time to hear her say to Emmett, "I know you."

That voice. It was her. It had to be. My heart picked up, and my breath caught in my throat. Then Emmett confirmed, "Bella, the guitar chick?" This guy had drugged Bella? I was speechless, I couldn't move or say anything. What was she doing here, in my club, of all the ones in Seattle? How was it she came here?

I listened to my brothers discuss punishment, and when Edward volunteered to stay with Bella, it woke me from my stupor and I cleared my throat. "I'll take care of her." She stiffened at the sound of my voice. "You go with Emmett and get some fresh air." They knew what I meant. They were going to take him out to the back lot and beat the shit out of him, and deservedly so.

I hesitantly reached a hand out and laid it on Bella's shoulder as my brothers drug that idiot away from her, and I felt the same tingles explode as I circled around her without breaking the addictive contact. I wanted to feel them all over me. I swallowed hard as I met her dark eyes, and I saw the recognition in them, and the want. That made me feel so fuzzy, the knowledge that she wanted me as much I wanted her. "Bella, do you remember me?" I asked her, and she gasped, her eyes falling on my lips, then she looked back into my eyes, and then they rolled back into her head as she fell like a heavy sack of potatoes.

I tried to catch her by myself, but I'm tiny (I hate it, but it's true), and Bella probably out-weighed me by fifteen pounds, not to mention she was several inches taller, despite my two-inch heels. Edward saw her crashing to the floor and let go of the slimeball long enough to try help me catch her, but the guy broke away from Emmett at the same time, and made a break for the main door.

"HEY! STOP THAT GUY!" Emmett yelled at the people obscuring the path to this guy's get-away, but they were either too drunk, stupid, or selfish to comply with his order.

"Alice, get her to your office," Edward said quickly, chasing after Emmett and the ponytailed guy, leaving me with this beautiful woman passed out in my arms.

I looked down into her face helplessly, seeing the beads of sweat already popping up, watching her skin redden before my eyes. I would need to get her into a cool place with a cold, wet towel, and fast. I would hate to have to take her to the hospital and explain to my father why people are getting roofied up in my club; he isn't a fan of my choice in profession, as it stood. But I was confident I could avoid that confrontation, if I could only get her up to my office and into an air-conditioned spot that wasn't choked up with sweating people. "Okay, Bella," I said with a sigh. "I guess I'm gonna have to drag you." I stood up, gripping underneath her arms, and started pulling her dead weight to the door behind the bar. Rosalie saw me and started forward to help me, but I shook my head at her. She needed to keep an eye on the floor.

Once I got to the door and got it open, it only took a second to pull her through it, but when I remembered the steps, I groaned. It was fifteen steps up to my office, and I was going to have to maneuver her up every single one. I gazed down at her still form, trying to decide how I was going to do this, but found myself distracted by the chance to really look at her without making a fool of myself. Look at her. She's perfect. Oh, her hands. I reached down and picked one of her limp hands up from the floor and turned it this way and that, appreciating the talented digits of fingers. So delicate, long and willowy. Strong and capable. Haha. I'll bet they're capable. ALICE! Oh, right, I have to get her upstairs. I can fantasize when she's safe.

So I sat with my back to the stairs and heaved her upper body into mine, using one leg wrapped around her waist to pull her lower body while I pulled the top with my arms, and pushed us both up the stairs with my right foot. It sounds as complicated as it was, I am sure. Both of us were going to have tell-tale bruises from this, I was positive. Right when I got to the last two steps, Emmett burst through the door at the bottom and looked up at me with an apologetic expression. "Oh, jeez, Alice, let me help you with her."

I glared at him as he sprinted up and scooped her easily out of my arms. "Get the door, small fry," he said, and I growled at him.

"You're lucky you're carrying precious cargo or I would stomp your toe so hard right now, ass hat," I snapped at him, slamming my office door open so he could carry her inside.

"Calm down, she's had a rough night," Emmett scolded me, and I stuck my tongue out at him as he laid her down on my couch.

"What happened to that guy?"

"He got away. Edward chased him for a block or so, but he must have had a ride waiting nearby."

I sighed, looking back down at the unconscious girl that had stolen my son's heart, and was stealing all my will power and thoughts just as quickly. "What do I do with her? She can't go home by herself, and I can't take her home with me, because I don't want C.J. to see her like this; he might get the wrong idea. He sort of worships her right now." I laughed nervously, trying to cover up for my real concern for her. My big brother isn't stupid, though.

"Why don't Rose and I go to your place to relieve the babysitter, and you take Bella to her place and stay with her there?" he asked me too softly, looking too deep into my eyes with a knowing expression. I looked away from him, and back down at Bella, who moaned in her unconscious state.

But where did she live? "Bella? Honey, can you hear me?" I tried to rouse her, but all I got was few mumbled phrases and a hand flop. "You need to tell me and Emmett where you live." Nothing. No response. I looked up at Emmett.

"Is her wallet on her?" Emmett asked, and I bit my lip, looking down at the hip area of her jeans. It was probably in her back pocket, but I didn't want her to wake up and think I was the one trying to rape her. I didn't want her to be scared, and didn't want to give her reason to be.

"I think I'll just keep her here until she wakes up, then I'll take her home," I said after a few moments' pause. "She's been violated enough tonight, for me to go digging around in her pockets."

"Fair enough," Emmett said with a nod. "Is there anything I can do for you, then?"

"Yes, you can wet the hand towel in my bathroom with cold water and bring it to me," I replied, and he went to do so. I looked back down at Bella as I heard the water in the sink running, and brushed away the hair that was starting to stick to her forehead with her sweat.

Emmett handed me the towel, and I replaced my hands with it, rubbing the cold cloth across her burning skin. She moaned at the contact, a pleasurable moan, not the unconscious noises she made moments before, and I felt a brick drop into my gut with the realization. Bella had been given a drug that would make a willing participant out of the Virgin Mary, herself. I would probably end up having to tie her down to keep her from touching me at some point. Not that I minded the thought of Bella touching me, not at all, only I really didn't want it to be like this. But that wouldn't stop the thoughts playing in my mind as I ran this towel over the woman who had been plaguing my brain all day, and her body reacted to the sensation. How could anyone do this to her, no matter how badly they wanted her? I took solace in the fact that I knew I was better than the guy who had done this to her.

"I'll come back up to check on you before we lock up. I want to carry her down to the car for you... if she's not awake, then you two can stay at our place. I don't like the sound of you two being here alone after hours."

I nodded at his suggestion, and he left me alone with the girl of my dreams, who was beginning to writhe on the leather sofa in my office, her shirt riding up with every movement, and it took every bit of chivalry in me not to gawk at the inches of flesh that were revealing themselves, but to instead pull her hair from behind her head and drape it over the arm of the sofa to put some air on her neck. I folded the towel and laid it across her forehead, then stood to turn the air on full blast. I could slip on a sweater if I got chilly, but I really needed to keep Bella cool, because the drug was really starting to take effect, and she would be awake before long, asking me to do things I couldn't do. I took a deep breath. I could only hope she wasn't so mortified in the morning that she wouldn't want to see me again.

When I kneeled back down on the floor next to the sofa and reached for the cloth, Bella's hand came up and closed around my wrist, making me gasp with the unexpected burst of tingles that settled in my belly in a warm feeling. "Hot," she whispered, and I looked from her hand around my wrist to her face, and saw her eyes were open, dilated, and staring right at me.

"I know," I whispered back, moving the towel from her head to her neck and chest. "I'm going to get you some water, hold on to this and don't let it go, okay?" She nodded and her eyes slipped closed again as I went over to my desk and grabbed the half full Dasani bottle that rested on the corner from earlier. When I came back, I put one hand behind her head to lift her head to rest higher on the arm rest, and took the top off, pressing the mouth of the bottle to her chapped lips. "Come on, Bella, drink," I encouraged her, and she complied without opening her eyes again.

"I feel sick," she said after she swallowed, and I glanced around in a panic for a wastebasket, remembering there was one beneath my desk. I only got back to her just in time to lead her head over it and hold her hair back as she got sick. Wow, what a first date. I shook my head. I'd not known her twenty-four hours and already was taking nurse-like care of her. She'd better damn take me out after this.

When she was done she fell back onto her back, then leaned up and ripped her shirt over her shoulders, slinging it across my office, and tore the towel from my hands to place it on her chest and stomach.

"Bella?" I said her name, and she looked over at me like she noticed I was here for the first time.

"Alice? Are you really here?"

The question surprised me, as did the zing that rang through me at hearing my name from her. "Yes, this is my club. Do you remember what happened?"

Bella paused, her eyes sliding shut again, and I thought I was losing her again, until she opened them. "James put something in a shot."

His name was James?

"Yes. Now you're in my office, and I'll be staying with you tonight. If that's okay with you, I mean." I blushed at my thoughtlessness.

"Alice, I want you to stay with me... don't leave."

My brow furrowed. "I'm staying, Bella. And tomorrow when you feel better, I want to take you out for breakfast. Is that okay?"

She nodded, reaching for my hand and placing it on her lower stomach. "Yes. Now rub."

I laughed, and she opened her eyes again to look at me, and I just shook my head. "Okay, but nothing below the belt just yet," I teased her, and she gave a weak smile.

"Just yet," she repeated, and she laughed with me.

"Okay, horn dog, just lie down and ride this out. You'll be just fine," I told her, rubbing the cloth across where she had indicated.

She opened her eyes again. "Alice, if I weren't unsure about this being a dream, I would tell you things."

"What things?"

"Like I'd never seen anyone so beautiful in my life before I looked up and saw you looking in that window today. You took my breath away." Her eyes slowly closed again.

My mouth fell open, and I felt my face turn red. "Bella, you should save that conversation for a later date," I said gently, knowing she meant what she said, but I wanted her to remember saying it.

"Alice..."

"Hmm?"

She smiled, not opening her eyes this time. "Nothing. I just really like saying your name."

A/N: Voila!

So, Alice DID wink at Bella. haha