A/N- Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 4- Dicking around

Edward had spent the last five nights in his car trailing Jacob. So far he had seen the man go on several business meetings, pick up his dry-cleaning and buy his wife flowers. All of which were not helping him build a case for Isabella.

The evening of the flowers was a hard thing to watch. Edward felt jealous of the man who held Isabella in bed every night. He had been parked outside of their house watching Jacob through the window. Isabella looked a little annoyed at the flowers at first. She had called Edward earlier in the day and was quite angry that he hadn't found anything yet.

Edward saw Isabella glance towards the window before a smile came on her face; it was almost like she knew he was out there. She threw herself into her husband's arms and kissed him in thanks for the flowers. He tried to lead her to the stairs but she pulled him down onto the couch. Isabella removed her dress quickly, leaving her in only a bra, panties and a lacy garter that held up her stockings. Jacob's eyes were as big as saucers as his wife teased him. Edward was unable to look away; his eyes were glued on her naked side and the curve of her breast as he watched her bounce up and down on her husband. He felt her taunting him, punishing him for failing.

He wouldn't fail again.

Edward awoke panting and covered in sweat. His member was standing at full attention and he cursed under his breath as he moved to get up. Tanya whined at him as he pushed her body out of the way.

"I know girl; it's not how I wanted to wake up either," Edward mumbled as he shifted his erection trying to alleviate some of the pressure.

Tanya hopped out of bed after Edward and he patted her head before going into the john to relieve himself. Tanya waited outside the door for him to finish before she entered. Edward washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror. He pulled out his shaving cream and razor and went to work. He loved the feeling of the blade scraping across his skin, he felt in control; something that he had little of in his life. Tanya rested her head on the countertop, watching him. The routine took him only a few minutes and he already felt better.

Edward turned on the shower and positioned himself under the spray. He had just finished rinsing his hair out when he heard Tanya barking from the other room. She came running into the bathroom and stuck her head around the shower curtain barking loudly.

"Go chase yourself," Edward yelled splashing the blond dog with some water. Tanya didn't relent but she did run back into the other room. Edward turned the shower off grabbing a towel and haphazardly tying it around his hips. He was still dripping when he entered the living room. "Stop it, Tanya."

He made a move to grab the dog when he heard the knock. "Edward, are you in there?"

Without thinking Edward bounded over to the door and swung it open. Standing there in all her glory was none other than the women of his dreams. Literally. Isabella looked like an angel, dressed in a straight white skirt pleaded in the back and a matching jacket that pinched in at her waist. It appeared to be tailored just for her curves. The blouse she wore was lavender and had a large collar that exposed just a hint of her collarbones. This was not helping Edward's morning problem.

Edward was also standing there in all his glory and Isabella couldn't help but notice. He was built differently than her husband, he was leaner but still toned. There was still water running down his chest and she noticed that he was nearly hairless, unlike her husband who seemed to have hair everywhere. She found herself blushing at the thought of feeling his smooth skin, under her hand, her chest her... The thought seemed to excite more than just her and Isabella cocked an eyebrow at him.

"I was going to ask you what took you so long to answer your door but I can see that I interrupted. Maybe I should leave." Isabella knew that there was no way that Edward would ask her to leave and it was the only reason she offered.

"No," he nearly shouted before containing himself, "please, come in."

Edward's home was small but clean and he was increasingly happy that he kept it that way when he asked the beautiful woman to have a seat. He stood there for a moment staring at her wondering for a moment if maybe this was a dream. He couldn't fathom a reason to why she would be at his home. Tanya picked up her barking again as Isabella entered the home. Edward scolded his pooch but the blonde dog was growling fiercely at Isabella.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what has gotten into her, she normally is so good with people," Edward apologized. Edward pulled on Tanya's collar locking her into the mud room.

"It's alright; I'm not much of a dog girl. I think she can sense it." Isabella narrowed her eyes at the dogs retreating form. "Bitch," she said under her breath.

Edward returned and stood in front of Isabella. She smiled at him but remained silent. Edward cocked an eyebrow and her.

"I don't mind waiting," she said.

"What for?" he asked furrowing his brow.

"For you to get dressed," she said with a mischievous tone to her voice. "Unless you usually entertain guests in the buff."

Edward looked down suddenly reminded of his lack of clothing. He cleared his throat and excused himself into the other room. He quickly left the room and pulled on some clothes. He smiled at the thought of Isabella sitting in the other room while he pulled on his socks. He longed for a time where they could have their own morning routine.

Edward came back to find Isabella sitting where he had left her. She hadn't noticed him return and he took the opportunity to study her for a moment. With no one watching she had let her tough persona slip and she looked unsure and almost sad, Edward thought. He longed to hold this woman close and comfort her but he knew that this woman would never let him near her. She was well protected by the sex kitten that Edward also wanted to hold, but for different reasons entirely.

"So now that I'm clothed, are you going to tell me why you are in my home?" Edward asked with a smirk on his face.

Isabella turned to his voice, her mask slipping on easily. "I wanted to pass on some information to you. My husband is attending a function tonight, and I have told him that I am under the weather. That will leave him alone and I'm sure vulnerable to the attentions of other women. Tonight is when you will get your shot," Isabella stated with confidence.

Isabella gave Edward the details of the party and Edward wrote them down religiously. He wanted to finish this case as soon as possible. He wanted to be able to take this glorious woman out. He hoped she would let him.

"Isabella, when this is all over," Edward started but was interrupted by Isabella's fingers on his lips.

"We can talk about that later." The air between them crackled with anticipation and they stayed connected for a moment longer. Isabella looked down before removing her fingertips from Edward's lips. He thought that she looked almost guilty and he hoped that when all this was over that she would never have that look in her eyes again.

The party was ritzy and Edward fit right in. He had perfected many personas in his career of trailing people but this was one he was oddly comfortable with. He was dressed in a black pinstriped suit, a crisp white shirt, black tie and shiny black shoes covered with a pair of white spats. He knew he looked dapper and the confidence showed as he mingled the room.

It took a short time for Edward to locate Jacob. He was heading towards the bar as Edward slid himself behind the tree located against the wall. It was a perfect place for Edward to observe without being seen. He leaned against the wall looking like a party guest just taking a breather. He pulled out his camera and held it inconspicuously under his tray of finger foods.

A beautiful blonde woman approached Jacob and Edward tilted his camera up to get the shot. Edward would have thought this woman his type if he hadn't already met Isabella. He no longer had a type; he only had eyes for one woman and right now he was staring at her husband. The woman's voice floated gently over to him as he heard the woman ask Jacob to buy her a drink. Edward clicked away as the woman touched Jacob's forearm and smiled at him. Jacob nodded at the bartender and watched as he poured the drink. Then he handed the drink to the woman before turning and walking off.

The blonde would not be deterred and she chased after Jacob her fringe dress bouncing as she hurried along.

"Wait," she called. They were much closer to Edward now but he was unable to change locations without bringing notice so he stayed where he was, hiding his camera in a napkin.

"Was there something else you wanted?" Jacob asked slightly agitated.

"Well I thought maybe you would like to go for a walk with me?" the woman purred. Edward cocked his brow, he couldn't believe his luck.

"I'm a married man," Jacob replied.

"Is your wife here?" the woman asked looking only slightly ashamed.

"No, she is not feeling well this evening," Jacob replied.

"Oh in that case, why don't you let me be your date tonight, daddy," she said with a wink.

Edward went to pull out his camera but stopped when he saw the look on Jacob's face. It was not the look of a man who would ever cheat on his wife. He was disgusted at this woman standing before him. Edward felt a bit of respect for the man when he told the woman that he was not interested. He was polite, firm and to the point.

Edward was sure that he would not get his shot tonight, or any night for that matter. He was torn between feeling happy that the man before him seemed to deserve his wife and angry because he wanted her. He worried about telling Isabella, this would wreck her divorce plans. Maybe Edward could convince her that she didn't need his money. Edward made enough to carve a comfortable life out for the two of them. He wondered if that would be enough for Isabella. He could only hope so.

E/N- Glossary

John: bathroom

Go Chase yourself: get lost, scram

Ritzy: elegant

Dapper: Stylish

Daddy: a young woman's lover, usually rich