Chapter Four: Just another Part of the Mission
I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a black camisole. I was not looking to impress him. I was just doing my job, or so I was told. Then my phone buzzed.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Rosalie? Getting ready for your date?" It was Carlisle .
"It is not a date." I replied somewhat defensively.
"Sure, whatever you say. You know the plan get to know him till Jasper comes, go from the inside, once he trusts to go for the kill" He said. It sounded like I was some kinda of hunter, but all I felt was that I was getting to close to the mission.
"I know the plan." I replied blandly.
"Good, inform me as soon as you can." He said, hanging up the phone. Doesn't anyone say goodbye anymore? I put my phone on into the front pocket of my jeans and walked into Alice 's part of the room.
"Wow, very simple." She said giving me a look.
"What is wrong with simple?" I asked, becoming defensive again. I felt . . . well offended.
"Nothing, but really you could make it look a littler snazzier." She said, getting up from the bed and looking up at me. Do people still say "snazzy"? "Like put some heels on or something." She said starring at my plain black flats.
"I am not walking around Venice , Italy with heels on, and I do not dress up on a mission." I partially yelled at her.
"And I understand that, but Rosalie you are trying to make him like you here, so he will trust you right, that is the plan, isn't it? He is the mission and I understand that, but really Rosalie you want him to like you, don't you?" She questioned, becoming annoying again.
"I am, but . . ."
"Listen to me." She said walking over to her bag, reaching in and picking up a pair of black pumps, then walking them over to me "Here, wear these, I know you've never done this before." The shoes were like 6 inch death traps. I could puncture an armored car with these things.
"Done what?" I asked.
"Gone on a date." She said bouncing on her toes. Her excitement made me want to hit her with a baseball bat, a metal one.
"It is not a date." I snapped.
"Still . . ."
Then someone knocked on the door. I gave Alice a look then I walked over to the door, looking in the pep hole. I half growled as I opened the door.
"Hello." Jacob said cheerfully. I pushed him into the room, and then quickly shut the door.
"Why in hell are you here?" I yelled at him.
"I came to help. Wow, why are you all dressed up?" He asked, eyeing me in a way that made me want to hit him with a baseball bat.
"Why are you here for real?" I yelled at him. He was irritating me like he always did.
"Like I said before, I came to help." He smiled at me confidently. What was with everyone smiling?
"No, leave." I said through my teeth.
"Not until you tell me why you are all dressed up" He replied. I growled at him
"I am not dressed up!" I shouted. He gasped and then gave me a knowing smile.
"Does little Rosalie have a date?" He asked in a mocking voice. I gave him a look than stomped on his foot. I have to say these shoes were not good for walking but they were good at being weapons. Jake grabbed his foot and swore under his breath.
"No, its part of the mission. Now would you please leave?" I asked, calming down a little but still irritated.
"Fine, but I'll be around." He smiled, opening the door and leaving. I growled on more time then I turned to Alice .
"Who was that?" She asked.
"He was one of my old partners, and I hated working with him. Now he tries to help every chance he gets, it irritates me." I told her.
"Oh . . ." She looked down to the floor.
"I better get going." I said, wanting to escape the awkwardness of the conversation.
"Well on the bright side, you look fabulous." She giggled.
"You know what to do." I said, ignoring her comment. "Follow us, and keep an eye out." I grabbed my bag and went out the door. I took the stairs down to the lobby. There was no one in the lobby except a half asleep bellhop. I walked out the door and went straight into the coffee shop. He wasn't there yet so I just sat in an empty chair. I held my bag to my stomach. This . . . sorta date was making me anxious and I didn't like it.
"Can I sit here?" I heard a voice. I turned around and there was Emmett standing behind me.
"Hi." I said with no smile on my face.
"Ready to go?" He asked.
"Mhm" I replied.
"I have a question." He said.
"Shoot."
"What is your name?" He asked.
"Rosalie." I said.
"Emmett" He shook my hand. I slight smile came to my lips. The warmth of his hand was comforting. "Let's go" He said letting go of my hand. I followed him out of the coffee shop.
"Where are we going?" I asked. He walked next to me
"A very good restaurant" He smiled. We walked farther down the street until we turned into a small little restaurant.
"How many?" The hostess asked. I've always thought it was stupid for them to ask how many people are with you. Can't they see that for themselves?
"Two." Emmett replied, indicating with his fingers like a four year old.
"This way sir." She said. He looked at me and we walked toward a table toward the middle of the restaurant.
"Here you go" She smiled at Emmett, then left. I sat down across from him.
"So what kind of food do you like?" He asked me, leaning on his elbows.
"Anything." I replied, shrugging my shoulders.
"You look like the kind of girl who doesn't like carbs." He said. I looked up at him.
"Anything." I challenged. He looked at me hard.
"Will you try to talk with more then one word please?"
"I can try." I replied.
"Three." He said with a half smile. I just looked at him then back down at the menu, looking for something I would eat. Nothing really caught my eye.
"See anything?" He asked.
"Nope." I said, popping the "p". He snatched my menu away from me quickly.
"Hey!" I half yelled.
"Shh." He said, placing a finger on his lips. The waiter came to our table.
"Ready to order" He asked.
"I will have the pasta with marinara sauce and she will have the same" Emmett told him.
"I'll be back." The Waiter smiled at us and walked away from the table.
"Thanks." I said sarcastically.
"Don't say that until you try it" He replied. I just looked at him. He really was different for any man I ever met. He was very muscular, his mussels showed though his tight blue sweater. Looking so natural and wonderful that it blew my mind away. I looked into his dark blue eyes. His eyes were like a storm, with a permanent impact on my heart, leaving me frozen in fathoms of dark blue seas. Inviting, and yet hiding something, leaving me hoping for something that would never happen.
"So tell me something about you." He said.
"Like what?" I asked.
"You have any family?" He asked. I felt a lump in my throat.
"Yes I do, I have a sister." I lied. I was a good liar. That's what happens when you're a spy.
"What's her name?" He asked.
" Alice ." I lied again.
"I like it, is she here with you?"
"Yes, she is in our room, relaxing." I partly lied, Alice was with me, but she was not in the room. She was right outside the restaurant.
"Good, a lot of people come to Venice to find adventure, I am glad someone is just relaxing." He laughed.
"Well that is just her." I replied. He took a sip of water the waiter had just brought us.
"Where do you work?"
"Hard to explain" I replied.
"Ok maybe another time."
"Yes, another time." W as the first thing I told him that was not a lie.
Then the waiter came back with some bread.
"Enjoy" He smiled at us. Emmett didn't so much as look at him he kept his eyes on me, which I did not mind one bit.
"Why don't you tell me about you?" I suggested, trying to focus the attention away from me.
"What would you like to know?" He asked. I looked at him; it was so hard to think of one thing I did not know about him.
"Do you have any brother's or sister's?" I knew the answer but I still had to think of something.
"Yes, a brother, Jasper." He replied.
"Older?" I asked, one question I didn't know.
"Yes, by two years." I took a small piece of bread and ate it. "He will be here in a few days" He added.
"Cool." I said stupidly, unsure of what else to say. I ate more of my bread. "Rosalie why don't you ever smile?" He asked. I looked at him.
"Never found a need to." I replied.
"But smiling means you're happy , you're never happy?"
"I am I just don't like to express emotion."
"Well you should." Something in his tone intrigued me.
"Are you going to make me?" I asked. No answer, he just got up from his chair and poked my side, the one spot where I was ticklish. I smiled brightly with a laugh.
"Two for one." He smiled at me, as he sat back down. I smiled at him, for the first time. He was much different than I expected.
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