A/N: Sorry for the wait guys but my dance company's show is coming up in a few days so I have barely had time to breathe let alone write. So being that next week is "hell week" while we prepare, the next update might not be until the weekend.

For those of you who have been wondering, Bella's motivations will be revealed soon so do not worry here. But for now I would like everyone to be in the dark just like Edward so you can all figure it out gradually. I think it's more fun that way.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 3: Touch My Body

EPOV

It has been four days since I saw Bella at the club that night and I haven't been able to think about anything else. Everything that happened is still a little fuzzy since she pretty much left me in a catatonic state. I don't know why I haven't called her yet but I'm starting to think it's because I am afraid I won't be able to say anything coherent and make a fool out of myself. Again.

So I decided to leave the ball in her court (I guess I can't really leave it there since it was never mine to begin with but you know what I mean) for the time being while I tried to figure out a way to redeem myself. But my goodness, why hasn't she called yet? She did say she was going to keep in touch didn't she? Oh God! I am starting to sound like a fifteen year old girl. I might as well start putting the pigtails in my hair right now! Who knew I could be reduced to this? I seriously need to get my mind straight.

I just never expected anything like this to happen. I have never been this caught off guard by a woman before but I guess if there was any person to do it, it would be Bella. She has known me for so long she would know exactly the type of things to do that would take me out of my element.

It's just so strange to me thinking about Bella this way. I have to admit that in high school I never really thought of her as a woman. I mean don't get me wrong, I knew that she was one but just not in that way. In a physical way. She was just my friend. Period. But there was no denying my attraction to her now. I could still picture her in that dress Friday night and I couldn't chase it out of my mind. Not that I wanted to.

I was walking into my apartment when I finally received the call I had been waiting for. I would like to tell you, for my ego's sake, that I let it ring a few times so that I didn't seem too desperate, but who am I kidding? Her enticing smile on the screen only made me that much more eager to see her face again.

"Bella?"

"No Edward it's the Dali Lama." Well I guess there are a few things about her that remained the same. Just a few. "Well anyways I was just calling to see if you were busy. I wanted the chance to be able to catch up with you again since you were a little preoccupied the first time." I could hear the smile in her voice.

Yeah. I definitely left a good impression.

"I would love to see you again. When?"

"I was thinking, oh about…now."

It was like she was using her knowledge against me. She knew I didn't like to do things spur of the moment. It made me uncomfortable having to be on my toes. Too bad she also knew that I wouldn't refuse her.

"Sounds great."

After Bella persuaded me that it would be better to just meet at my place, I gave her directions and she said she would soon be on her way. Thank god the guys weren't in the apartment today. I was in the middle of trying to clean up the place a bit while waiting for her arrival when she rang the doorbell.

I opened the door and there she stood in a simple pair of cotton lounge shorts and a tank top. It may not sound like much but believe me it suited her very well. She had just enough cleavage showing so that it didn't look promiscuous and the shorts gave me another look at her long legs. Those legs were going to be the death of me I swear. The only reason my eyes didn't get the chance to rake over her shapely form any longer was that I noticed she had bags in her hands. One with what smelled like Chinese food and the other one Blockbuster.

"Bella you didn't have to…." I started.

"Now Edward, calm down. When I haven't gotten the chance to spend time with you in over five years, I think that qualifies as a special occasion." I knew Bella so there was no point in arguing. Besides, the aroma wafting into my apartment was making me realize that I was starving. I grabbed the bags and welcomed her in.

"So what movie did you get?"

"Anchorman. Your favorite."

"How did you…?" She cut me off again.

"I called Emmett. I got his and Jasper's numbers at the club the other night and I talked to him on my way over here. That guy is hilarious." She chuckled to herself obviously remembering their conversation. I would have to talk to him and make sure he didn't disclose any embarrassing information.

She put in the movie while I got the food ready. We watched the movie and laughed all throughout. She had never seen it and I knew every line. While we were sitting there it started to feel just like old times. The nostalgia in the air was relaxing and almost made me forget how close she was sitting next to me on the black sofa. Almost. After the movie ended, she got up and turned the radio on. The song "Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey came on.

I groaned. "Please change it. I hate this song"

"Oh really? And why is that?"

"Come on. You know that I am not big on the latest Top 40 pop hits. And I didn't think you were either."

"Well no," she came back over to sit next to me. "But you have to admit it is pretty catchy."

I scoffed. "Please. I don't care how catchy it is. That only makes it more annoying."

Right after I said this, the chorus came up and she began to sing along. Her melodious voice was like that of an angel. If I knew what one sounded like of course. Despite having been her best friend, I had never heard her sing before and I was struck dumb.

Touch my body

Throw me on the floor

Wrestle me around, giving me so more

Touch my body

Put me on the bed

I just want to make you feel like you never did

Touch my body

Let me wrap my thighs

She began to straddle me. Oh sweet mother of pearl! I told you those legs would kill me.

All around your waist, just a little taste

Touch my body

I know you like my curves

She then proceeded to place my hands on her hips and came closer to whisper the last lines in my ear. Another shiver just like the other night.

So come on and give me what I deserve, and

Touch my body

Then she was back on the couch as if nothing happened. I had to wonder for a second whether that really happened or I was just daydreaming.

"I just think you should give the song a chance."

I guess it was real.

Once she gave me a few minutes to recover after the "Touch My Body" incident (I guess that song was pretty catchy because I would never forget it), she began talking to me again.

"So Edward, tell me something about yourself. What do you do for a living?"

Damn it!

"Well I work for my father's company."

She looked at me like she was waiting for me to laugh at the joke I just made. Well there was no joke.

"You work for Carlisle?!"

I was starting to get uncomfortable. "Yes." My father owned a rather large business that sold medical supplies.

"B…but," she was the one stuttering for once. "If I remember correctly, you said that you would work for your father over you cold, dead body. That the corporate world was like a vampire that drained the life out of you and you would never be a part of it."

If there was one thing that could ruin the mood, it was this.

"Bella, can we please talk about something else?" I begged.

"Whatever happened to your dream of becoming a composer?"

No one here in Seattle knew of my real dreams. Except now her. "Bella, I…"

It was then I noticed she was looking around my apartment for something she would never find. She was up in a flash as she checked all of the rooms. Then she was back in front of me.

"Edward," she began slowly, accusingly. "Where is your piano?"

"I don't know Bella. Maybe you should check Never Never Land." Sarcasm was dripping from my voice.

"Don't mock me. Where is it?"

"I don't have one." I said with indifference.

"But Edward you love…"

"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT." I screamed finally standing up.

Silence.

She looked at me intensely, almost like she was trying to decipher who I was. Finally a sad look came upon her face. "Edward…What has happened to you?"

"I think you should leave now Bella." I said flatly with no emotion in my voice. I walked to the door and opened it.

She sighed and shook her head. "You're probably right."

She gathered her things and walked over to where I was. She was about to walk through the threshold but hesitated. She suddenly locked her gaze with mine with a fierce determination in her eyes.

"It pains me to see you like this Edward. To see that you have forgotten about all of the things you once wanted and that we both know you still want. Your hopes and dreams."

"Bel…" She cut me off.

"I am your friend. As I always will be. And as your friend my only goal is to see you happy. And you can be damn sure I am going try with everything I've got to see to it that you are." She spoke with confidence and then she was gone walking down the hall to the elevators.

I thought I would be elated to have someone here from my past. Especially if that someone was Bella. The best part was the person knew everything about you and you didn't have to explain yourself to them because they already knew. They knew you better than you knew yourself. Little did I know that was also the worst part.

Before I thought having Bella here would make my world so much better and give me just the jolt in my life that I needed.

Now I wasn't so sure I could handle it.

A/N: Haha. Sorry guys about that Mariah Carey part. It came on in the car early today and just gave me a sudden burst of inspiration. I just had to add it.