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BELLA

Thursday was pretty uneventful. I came home at about four o'clock that morning from my night job of cleaning up the streets of Seattle, watched an NCIS marathon on USA for a while, and then I left for the coffee shop to start my morning shift.

I had two classes in the middle of the day at the University of Washington, and then I went back to the coffee shop for my evening shift. It was all boring, mundane and routine.

I think that was how I was able to balance my daytime and nocturnal activities. My nighttime trysts were anything but mundane. I got to kick, flip, twist, poke, prod, and pound bad guys all night long. Some put up a good fight and made it a little more fun, but most didn't even have a chance. I was that good.

"So how was karate class?" Rosalie asked, as we sat and waited out the last boring hour of work.

"It was good. I didn't learn anything new, though," I replied with a shoulder shrug.

"Do you think I could come to class with you sometime? I think it'd be good to learn a few self-defense moves."

"Um…it's kind of an elite group. They don't really teach new guys," I lied quickly. The truth was I'd never taken a karate lesson in my life. I didn't need to. I could see something and instantly know how to do it. I just watched a few Kung Foo movies, and Jackie Chan ones, too, because those were some funny shit, and wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am…I was a fucking ninja.

"Oh, okay," Rosalie looked dejected. "I think I'm just bored. We should go do something tonight, B."

"Like what? You know I don't do the club scene, and the last time you did, the whole Royce incident happened." Rosalie flinched at the mention of his name. I felt bad and quickly tried to make up for my insensitivity. "So, please, tell me what kind of fuckery you had in mind, bee-otch?" I smirked.

"I don't know, just…something. I feel like I let that bastard take my social life away," she said with a tear finding its way out of the corner of her eye.

Rosalie was an unfortunate victim, just like the one I'd rescued last night. I hadn't been there for Rosalie, though. She had gone out clubbing with some brainless twits from school. They ditched her to go get their glory holes snaked like the nasty skanks they were, while Rose was attacked by a drunken douche-nozzle by the name of Royce King, outside of the club. Fortunately for her, he had been too drunk to get it up. The downside to that was that he hadn't been too drunk to beat her face to a pulp. That particular night, I had been kicking ass on the wrong side of town, and she'd had no one there to protect her. She was found unconscious the next morning in the alley with Royce passed out next to her. Stupid fucker didn't even have enough sense to run away. He was going to be in jail for a long time now, luckily. Man, I hope he's someone's bitch.

Feeling the guilt creep up once again, because I hadn't been there when she'd needed me, I relented.

"Fine, let's go get margaritas and do some karaoke at the Mexican place around the corner."

"Yay!" she clapped and jumped up and down a few times. It was the least I could do to see my friend smile like that again.

A few minutes later, I heard the bell above the door chime, indicating someone had come in.

"Hi, welcome to Buzzin…" My voice tapered off before finishing my sentence.

The walking orgasm of a man who had just come into the shop was tall and built, with green eyes, broad shoulders and the sexiest head of reddish-blondish-brownish hair I'd ever seen. I had an instant cloner (clit-boner) as soon as I saw him.

He stopped mid-stride, as he came through the door. His eyes bore into mine so intensely that I thought I was going to spontaneously combust from the heat of it. Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and he cocked his head to the side without breaking eye contact, as if he was trying to listen to something off in the distance.

"Sir? Is…is everything alright? I stammered once I'd regained my composure.

"Oh, sorry, I…uh…just thought I heard something. It was nothing. Nothing at all," the sexy guy stuttered like Rain Man.

"Okaaay. What can I get you?" I asked in the best casual voice I could muster, but it really just sounded like I was nervous and trying to be casual. I guess that kind of backfired on me. I couldn't help it, though. I might not get around much, but that didn't mean I didn't have urges, and this particular guy seemed to be bringing them all to the surface at once.

"Ummm, how about a…vanilla latte?" he stated as more of a question than an order.

"Are you sure about that?" I teased back, clenching my kegels in anticipation of hearing his masculine voice again.

"Uh…yep, I'm sure." He shot me a dazzling smile that made my knees wobble a bit.

"Coming right up," I replied, as I turned towards the espresso machine to get started on his latte. My comment brought up visuals of him cumming right up something else, and it made me smile. Such a pretty thought.

As I was frothing the milk, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him looking at me like he was trying to listen for something off in the distance again.

"Are you okay? Are you hard of hearing or something?" I blurted out of nowhere. In retrospect, it was a bit of an insensitive question, but he didn't seem bothered by it.

"I'm great," his dazzling smile came out to play again. "I'm Edward, by the way."

Well, there's strike one I guess. What kind of name is Edward?

"Nice to meet you, Edward, I'm Bella, and here's your vanilla latte." I handed him his cup and flashed him my best smile, hoping it wasn't obvious what I was thinking.

"Thanks, Bella. What do I owe you?"

"It's on the house, Edward," I smiled sweetly. "I haven't seen you in here before, and we like to give everyone their first drink for free. If you like it, make sure you come back in for another," I lied easily, hoping to lure him back into my coffee lair again. The truth was Jasper would flip his shit if he knew we were giving coffee away, but that didn't usually stop me.

Edward smirked, as he took a big whiff of the coffee. Closing his eyes, he inhaled the aroma and then took a small sip. "Oh, I'll definitely be back," he winked, as he turned around and walked back out of the door.

Holy 4th of July weenie roast! Was it hot in here? I think my loins were on fire! I might just have to re-think this whole not dating thing. Just one time wouldn't hurt, would it?

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