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EPOV

"Come on, Edward, do I really have to go?" Emmett whined, again.

"Yes, you are my most trusted bodyguard. I need you in case some stalker decides to kidnap me. Or a bomber decides to blow me up."

"Ha, ha. Who could find you in Forks, stalker or not?" Emmett was my bodyguard and best friend, and I took advantage of those facts quite often. I knew he loved LA with all of the lights and parties and women, and that the very idea of a small town like Forks was a literal hell for him.

I had to admit I wasn't too keen on the idea myself. I cursed Jessica Stanley for this one. I needed a vacation. Four big hit movies in three years and all of the celebrity fallout from said movies had wiped me out. We'd recently wrapped filming on the second movie in a series, and I desperately wanted to relax before the release parties.

Jessica was my assistant, and I'd let her pick the destination for our six person vacation. She was still fuming over my recent rejection of her. I was trying to be nice and let her go where she wanted, even with me. She'd chosen Forks, WA. A little nowhere town in the middle of a nowhere state. Why? I could almost read her mind. She was determined to get me to "see the light" about how great she was and she figured without distractions I would see her more clearly. As if.

Her voiced thoughts always made me glad I couldn't hear the unvoiced ones. I mean, come on. She was 28. I was only 23. I had very little interest in a woman 5 years my senior.

"Em, relax. We're here at the airport, ready to board the plane. Might as well go along with it. Jessica would kill us if we disappeared anyway."

"Why did you let her pick the location, anyway. You shouldn't feel bad about rejecting her. You can't say yes to every single girl who talks to you. Well, you could, but you'd be pretty exhausted after a weekend like that, eh?" He said, elbowing my ribs. I slapped the back of his head.

The door to our private waiting room opened and Jessica entered, a smug look her only reaction to our disappointment.

"Sorry, boys. The plane's been delayed. We have to wait for the rain to settle the smog a little so the pilots can see. " All five of us groaned. Emmett left the room and came back a few minutes later with a brand new pack of cards. The other guys gratefully joined him in poker. I pulled out my IPOD and buried myself deeper in my seat.

Five hours later we landed in Seattle, where a driver met us with a stretch limo. We could have caught a smaller plane to Port Angeles; however, Jessica wanted a little more torture for us. We were forced to ride in a limo for three and a half freaking hours before we reached the hotel. I figured out that Jessica did all this on purpose when Ben, one of my body guards, worried aloud about check in times.

"Oh, don't worry, I called and let them know we'd be late checking in. They'll hold the room for us."

"What? Jessica, when did you call and let them know?" I asked, not really wanting to know her answer.

"Before we left LAX." She grinned at me. She'd timed it all out in her head. The delays with the smog. The two hour layover in Salt Lake. The three and a half hour drive from Seattle, when it could have been only one from Port Angeles. And her, right next to me, the whole freaking way. AH!

I tried to calm myself before we got to the hotel. I needed my head straight before facing the staff at the hotel. They probably knew already who was coming, but I preferred they not see me. Yes, I loved my fans, the screaming, the yelling my name, the gorgeous ones lined up outside my hotel rooms… Yeah, I loved my life, but I needed a vacation before I got too burned out. There were five weeks until the filming started on my new movie and then there was the premier of my latest one.

The Meadow Hotel and Suites was a smallish hotel with valet parking. Jessica had spent the whole ride gibbering all about the town, the local relaxing 'hot spots', and this hotel. Apparently it was set aside for the rich and famous to get away from it all and have some privacy. The prices were low as well. I sighed as I stepped out of the limo and looked up at all five floors. Hopefully my Jacuzzi was already heated and waiting. Jessica had better have called and requested the usual set up.

The limo driver smiled at me and bowed his head slightly as he held open the door. He helped Jessica out as I stepped away. I turned to see George, one of my other bodyguards pull my rented silver Volvo into a parking space—it was too late for valet service. I doubted I'd be going very many places for the next three weeks….on second thought maybe I was glad I wasted my money on the car.

I headed towards the lobby doors as all five of them gathered around me. Did they really think I'd be attacked here? I couldn't see the front desk, and wondered if it was an 'L' shaped lobby like some places were. As we got away from the doors, the view opened up and I noticed the desk was hidden by an outcropping of wall.

We rounded the wall and faced a timid brunette who seemed to be waiting for us. She was sort of pretty, in an ordinary kind of way. Wide, chocolate brown eyes and a heart shaped face framed by her long dark brown hair. Her eyes were guarded, and her nose was slightly wrinkled as if she smelled something distasteful. Jessica stepped forward as soon as she saw the desk clerk, her expression similar to the clerk's.

"Excuse me, Miss. We need to check in."

"Sure, may I have your names?" Her voice was sweet, and her face relaxed as I stepped forward to join Jessica. The three rooms had been reserved under one of my aliases so I would probably have some paperwork to fill out or something.

"The reservation should be for three rooms in the name of Richard Masen," Jessica said, inclining her head towards me. "We will be staying for at least three weeks, maybe more." Something flashed across the clerk's face, Isabella her nametag read. Recognition? It was gone instantly, replaced by a far off look and her voice was more professional instead of sweet as she spoke next.

"Okay, I need one person from each room to fill out one of these cards, please." I took the cards from her and filled one out for mine and Emmett's room as Jessica and George filled out the cards for their own. I handed my card back to Isabella and flinched as she slightly started as she glanced at it. What had she seen to make her react that way? Did she suspect already who I was?

"Okay, here are your room keys. 519, 521, and 530. Room 530 is the larger suite." She said and Jessica took the three bundles of keys. "Welcome to the Meadow Hotel and Suites, enjoy your stay." A bellhop came from behind the desk and loaded up the bags that my boys carried. Emmett and I followed Jessica to the elevators as the others went out for the rest of them.

Jessica handed me the keys to room 530 and whispered that she was in 521, just down the hall. I rolled my eyes after she'd winked and walked away. Emmett chuckled under his breath.

I unlocked the door, very eager for a nice long soak and a nice long night's sleep. I threw my key on the kitchenette counter and practically ran for the bedroom. Two queen sized beds and a 42" plasma tv on a low dresser. Very nice for a small place like this.

I zoomed towards the bathroom, throwing off my shirt and unzipping my pants, only to freeze as I saw the tub. No Jacuzzi. Just a regular old large bathtub and shower. Oh, crap no. This was unacceptable. What hotel puts a celebrity like Edward freaking Cullen in a room with a freaking bathtub with no massaging jets?! Nope, not going to happen. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe the desk clerk had read the computer wrong. That had to be it. She didn't look that stupid, but maybe there was something in the water that made people a little slow.

I went back into the living room area and ignored Emmett's question about the bedroom. I called Jessica first and she said she did not have a Jacuzzi and that she'd checked George's room for one as well. She'd planned to switch rooms if he had one, but no luck there either. I hung up on her and dialed '0' for the front desk and waited for her to pick up. She answered after the first ring, sounding a little distracted.

"Meadow front desk, how may I help you?"

"Yes, Isabella, this is Richard Masen, we just checked in? There seems to be a problem with our rooms." I tried to reign in my agitation.

"I'm sorry, sir, what can I help with?"

"Well, none of our rooms have a Jacuzzi and I was really looking forward to a relaxing bath after my long day of travel."

"I'm sorry sir, but those are our most requested rooms and we have so few that you have to ask for one." I sighed, trying harder to remain polite. It wasn't her fault the stupid designers were so far behind the times. Once again I wondered what kind of fool hotel does not have a Jacuzzi in every room? Even in a small town like Forks?

"I did ask for one, but there's no harm done. We have not unpacked yet, we can just move rooms." Jessica probably had not thought to ask for one, but Isabella did not know that, right?

"I'm sorry Mr. Masen, but we have no other empty rooms. We're booked solid."

"But surely there has to be a room somewhere in here where the guests have not yet checked in. Move us to one of those rooms with a Jacuzzi and give our rooms to them." All I wanted right then was to relax with massaging jets of hot water and go to bed. Flying all day and then spending hours in a limo with Jessica had frayed my nerves.

"I'm terribly sorry, but these are the busiest two weeks of the season for us and all of our guests are checked in. You took the last three empty rooms." Her voice sounded strained, as though she was struggling to remain polite as well.

"But we asked for a Jacuzzi and we did not get one. Could you not call one of the others and see if they would switch with me? Even if I have to be on another floor, I'd be okay." I let my irritation slip into my voice. Why was she being so darn unaccommodating? I deserved better service than this.

"Mr. Masen, you did not ask for a Jacuzzi."

"Yes I did, besides if it isn't in the computer, how would you know?"

"No sir, a Jacuzzi was not requested. I am now looking at your account and I know that no Jacuzzi was requested." Now I was ticked. What right did she have to call me a liar? How would she know whether I had or not?

"Are you saying I am a liar? That is not customer service, Miss. I say I did ask for one, and how would you know I did not?"

"Mr. Masen, I know because when , um, a Miss Jessica Stanley called to reserve the room, I was the one who answered the phone and set up the reservation. There was no mention at all about a Jacuzzi." My irritation and energy collapsed on me then. She was right. Jessica had made the reservation. I would have to ask her to see if she'd mentioned a Jacuzzi.

"Oh," I said and hung up. We'd just have to switch hotels. I was not going to spend three weeks in a small town hotel without some form of relaxation other than a tv. I called Jessica and tried to convince her to look for another hotel.

"Sorry, Edward, but there are no vacancies at any other hotels. Why do you think we ended up so far from any sort of civilization? I wanted to get away from the city, but not this far away. There's some fishing tournament or something in Port Angeles and everything within a three hour radius is booked. And no, we are not packing up and leaving just to go find another small town in another state. I just got unpacked. Suck it up, we're here for three whole weeks." And she hung up on me. Old hag.

"So, Eddie, how's the Jacuzzi?" Emmett asked, still staring at the tv in the living room area.

"Emmett, did you not just hear my conversations?"

"Naw, I learned long ago to tune you out when you have that look on your face."

"Idiot. There is no Jacuzzi in any of our three rooms."

"What?! What kind of a hotel doesn't have Jacuzzi tubs?"

"Well, apparently, the designer of this hotel didn't think it was important to have one in every room. So there are people, right now, enjoying a nice relaxing massaging bath, and I'm not." I felt my lips pout, but didn't try to hide it. This was turning into a horrible trip and it was only the first day. I had to think of something to do or else I'd go back to my fans in a worse mood than when I left.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of the chain saw that Emmett had swallowed. I threw an extra pillow at his head, but he just rolled over on his side and let loose a race car. I groaned and covered my head with another extra pillow.

Something hovered at the edge of my consciousness. I knew where I was—I'd been in enough hotels not to be thrown off by a new bed every night. I remembered yesterday—Jessica's smug face when she revealed where we were going, Emmett's whining about the fat chance of there being any hot girls in Forks, and arriving at the hotel. Oh yeah, and I'd been a complete jerk to the desk clerk.

I had acted like a spoiled brat, but hey, I was used to people jumping when I asked. Ever since my big break in my second movie, men and women had bent over backwards to make sure everything was just as I wanted it. King sized bed? No problem. Jacuzzi filled with mineral water every night? No problem. A restaurant with macaroni and cheese and pineapple prepared for me every day (not that I would ever eat something that gross…again anyway)? No problem. A special person to disinfect every single doorknob I might touch? Sure, why not?

However, that Isabella chick was not going to put out any other guest to help me out. If she'd just told them it was for Edward Cullen, I'm sure they would have gladly switched rooms for me. Oh wait, maybe she didn't know who I was. Jessica had mentioned something about the manager being eager to make this place into a haven for celebrities wanting to get away privately. Did he keep it a secret from his employees as well?

I felt the need to explain to her my behavior. I didn't want to lose even one potential fan, and maybe if I was nicer to her, she'd mention to another guest that I needed a new room. I didn't know what time she came on duty, but I figured if I tried around the same time that we had arrived, she'd be there. So I had all day to figure out how to apologize and get on her good side.

All day long. An extremely boring day it turned out to be. Emmett finally spit up his chain saw and racing car and woke up with a slight hang over from not getting enough sleep.

"So, Eddie, what are we doing today?"

"Dude, do not call me Eddie. I don't know. Jessica is the genius in this plan. Ask her. I don't even know what Forks has." He rolled off the bed until his feet hit the floor with a bang and went for his cell phone on the dresser.

"So, Jess, what's up for today? Huh? No way, you can't do that! Yes I know-but-no, wait-yeah he does-Jess? Jessica? Crap, man, she hung up on me."

"What'd she say?"

"She said that she is in Port Angeles right now having lunch and that we're on our own today. She also said that it's your fault and that you'd know what she meant if I didn't. Dude, how harsh were you?"

"Not harsh at all. I let her know in a gentlemanly manner that I wasn't interested in her. She was my assistant, that was all." I thought back over the conversation. "Oh, maybe I also mentioned the five year age difference." He threw his cell phone at me then, and it almost hit me, but I was faster than him. He let out a string of profanities that would make a sailor proud and stomped into the bathroom.

We were stuck in a hotel in the middle of nowhere with only one car among five men who would never all fit in that car. Even if we could go somewhere, which one of us knew where to go? Not me.

My other guards came in my room and we ordered pizza and watched tv and dvds all day long. I hoped Jessica was enjoying her revenge. I sure wasn't.

Only one good thing happened to lighten my mood and make me even more eager to apologize to the desk clerk. At about four my room phone rang. It was the day desk clerk letting me know that another guest had had an emergency and had to leave. The room had a Jacuzzi and it would be ready for us to move into at six. I leaped into the air with a hiss of "YES!"

"Em, pack up, we're moving down the hall to room 500 in two hours. We got ourselves a Jacuzzi!"

I didn't know when Isabella would be at the desk, so I decided to wait until about 11:30 to try to talk to her. The elevators were in a small lobby area off the main lobby so I peeked around the corner, hoping to see her and no one else. I'd left my hat and sunglasses up in my room. They were my usually sufficient customary disguise.

Sure enough, there she was, the top of her head just visible over the edge of the desk. She seemed bent over something, but she didn't move very much. I knew it was her because last night I'd stared at her forehead most of the time instead of her eyes, another habit of mine I'd picked up. It usually kept people from seeing my face fully, and sometimes kept people from recognizing me.

She must have been very into whatever was going on because she didn't move a muscle as I approached. My squeaky shoes echoed in the large space, but she didn't even look up. I leaned over the desk, trying to make out what book she was reading. When I couldn't, I decided it was time to make her aware of my presence. I cleared my throat gently, trying not to startle her.

She looked straight up into my eyes, shocking me with the depth of her chocolate brown ones.

"May I help you?" She asked politely, frowning and closing her book. I noticed the cover and recognized it as one of the book versions of my breakout movie. I couldn't help but smile—she had to have known who I was. She noticed my staring and indignation made her eyes darker. I straightened out my face, not wanting her to think I was laughing at her.

"I want to apologize for last night. I was tired and rude. I am used to Jacuzzis in hotel rooms, because I can afford to stay in the kind of hotels that would. However, there is no excuse for my rude behavior. I am sorry." I smiled and held out my hand, hoping she'd take it and my apology and I could escape back to my room. Anytime now the giggling and the flirting would begin. She didn't say anything for a few beats and I wondered why. Did I dazzle her to the point of silence?

"Apology accepted. But there's really no need. We try to make our guests as comfortable as possible, whatever the request. It is my job." No giggling. No flirting. Nothing but rejection. She'd brushed off my hand and apology as if it was something she heard every day. As if it were normal for guys to be rude to her and I was just like any normal guy. No way.

"I am sure, but I am trying to let you know that I am normally not like that," I said, frowning deeper. What could I do to get her to see I really wasn't like that? I was usually too polite and nice to girls, even if they did giggle and flirt. She didn't answer, just glanced down at her book and back up to me. I could tell she was ready to get this over with and get back to her reading. Was I that annoying and forgettable at the same time?

I was intrigued by her mixed reactions, and by the fact that here was a girl, no woman, that seemed intelligent yet so clueless at the same time. Maybe she really thought I was just another rich guest? I needed to know that she fully forgave me, not "Richard Masen" the guest, but Edward Cullen. Of course, I didn't want her to know I was Edward Cullen. I tried to get her to talking again.

"So, reading, huh? I've already read all five in the series myself. I liked them a lot. Do you like them?" She nodded and tried to move her small hands to hide the cover of the book. No such luck.

"They were good books, which one is your favorite?" She would have to speak this time. I held the forced smile on my face and waited. And waited. And waited. She looked down, probably ignoring me, hoping that when she looked back up I'd be gone. So I tried again.

"I personally liked that one the best. I liked reading the story from his viewpoint." Her next words told me exactly what I needed to know.

"I wonder, though, if you would have read them if you hadn't played him in the movies." I was taken aback and stood up rigidly. Before I could relax and do some damage control, a large sound of clicking high heels filled the lobby. I didn't have to glance around the wall to know that if I stayed another second I'd be pounced on by a group of fans. I dashed off to the elevator lobby and hid there, listening.

Isabella was still angry at me. I could tell from the way her voice struggled to remain polite as she asked how she could help the group of giggling girls. Teenagers probably. The voices were too high pitched to be women. Had they found out I was here? How had they found out I was here? Had Jessica promised peace and drug us out to this God-forsaken town just to call in the locals? Is that why she still hadn't come back to the hotel?

I listened as she refused to tell them if I was here. She stood up for my privacy even with a bunch of insults and threats being thrown at her. It was a large group, judging by the sound, and large groups of obsessed teens were intimidating. Isabella handled them professionally and perfectly. I stayed in the lobby until the police arrived. There was no reason to worry and no reason to have to pack and leave.

I was relieved because I suddenly found a possible way to make these three weeks pass by quickly. Isabella seemed a tough nut to crack, and had already proven herself to be different from my normal fans. It could be fun to try to get her to warm up to me and maybe even be friends. Emmett was a great guy, but he could grate on your nerves after a few days of concentrated stupidity.

Maybe Isabella would dilute him for me while I was here.

A/N: I got some of Edward's possible impossible hotel demands from this website: /2008/06/21/30-worst-celebrity-demands/. Yep, some of them are rumored to be actual celebrity demands. Sad, isn't it?

Here you go. Another update. I was going to wait, since my homework is way behind and getting a smaller grade every day, but I love seeing a lot of hits on my chapters way too much.

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