This week's drink special!

Donkey Punch

Ingredients Per serving:

3 oz Orange juice

2 oz Ginger ale

1 oz Pineapple juice

1 oz (Bacardi)

Splash (1/4 oz) of Grenadine

Mixing instructions:

Mix all ingredients in a large pitcher and float orange slices on top.

Don't Bring Me Flowers!

Edward made his way down to his apartment's gym. He needed to sweat out the previous night's toxins and memories. Both of them left him feeling like shit this morning.

His usual a.m. routine had been harder to complete. He skipped the protein shake and instead guzzled down three cups of coffee.

Damn, I don't ever remember having a night like that before!

Once in the gym, he put on his headphones and listened to his iPod. It helped to drown out the thoughts of the woman on the treadmill next to him. He didn't want to hear her salivating for his body as he sweated. He just wasn't in the mood for that this morning.

What the hell's wrong with me?

Edward knew that something was different with him today. He wasn't one to self analyze, so he was adrift in the new feelings.

I'm calling Jasper as soon as I'm done. I'm getting out of D.C. tonight and I'm dragging his ass with me.

Edward moved from the treadmill to the weight machines. From the corner of his eye, he spotted a woman entering the gym that had hair similar to Bella's.

His mind floated back to the dream that violently woke him up this morning.

A woman was lying fully exposed beside me on the cool sheets. She was turned away facing the window where moonlight peeked through the drapes. I reached out my hand and touched the curve of her hip as my heart started to pound. My mind searched to know the identity of this lovely creature, as I made circles on her side.

I slowly ran my hand down her sweet ass and slid my fingers between her thighs. She welcomed my approach by gradually parting her legs.

My hand continued its advance towards the Promised Land and as it made contact with her sex, her audible groan made me want to part and taste her. I was hungry for her, like a tiger taking its prey.

I eased myself down to the end of the bed, ghosting light kisses as I made my way down her backside. I took her top leg and roughly pulled it over my shoulder, then thrusted my tongue into her mound, parting her wet lips. She whimpered and lightly convulsed as my tongue drew lazy figure-eights on her clit.

She grabbed hold of my hair and pushed me deeper as she arched her back. I felt her climax approach as her clit firmed under my touch, her breathing labored.

As my efforts intensified, I longed to see her face. I recognized her familiar voice as she moaned with sounds of pleasure, but I wasn't able to identify her.

Unable to endure the suspense any longer, I lifted my head from her thighs and found myself floating up towards her chest.

I still couldn't make out her face, but I had her moving under me, squirming in delight as my lips nibbled along neck finally ending on her shoulders. I reached up and scooped her thick hair into my hands lifting my head so I could take in her wonderful scent. I knew who it was without even glancing up at her face.

Bella. Soft and curvy. Warm and wet. For me.

My fingers left her hair to caress her full breasts. They were more than a handful, firm yet soft and I placed a taut nipple into my mouth, gently pinching the other one.

Once more she moaned and called out my name as I felt her arms tighten around me and pull me close.

I grunted as she placed her warm hand around my cock. And then the next sound woke me from my reverie, startling me awake.

Damn that fucking alarm clock!

Shaking his head and floating back to reality, Edward realized his attempts at distraction had failed. He collected his keys and iPod and left the gym, returning to his apartment.

Edward turned on the shower and stepped in as the water steamed from the heat. He washed quickly and leaned against the tiled wall. The hot water hit his chiseled body and ran down in thick streams.

He closed his eyes and once again and found himself gazing into a flushed face with large chocolate orbs.

His cock stiffened and ached for a touch, but he pushed those needs away and shut off the water.

It's like she has some kind of spell on me. Beguiling. I've got to call Jasper.

He wrapped the thick towel around his waist and it hung low on his hips. He combed the water from his hair and tousled his locks with his fingers.

He walked back to the bedroom and picking his cell phone, he scrolled through his contacts and selected Jasper's name.

"Hey Cullen. How's it going? I've been meaning to call," Jasper said, having answered on the first ring, his classic Texas drawl still evident despite years away from his hometown.

"Glad you answered dude. It's been a little crazy. Just got a new assignment. Heading out to the Seattle area tomorrow afternoon."

"Really? When did this come up?"

"Right after I got back from Miami. It should be an interesting one. I'm posing as a venture capitalist and my partner will take the role as my assistant."

"Assistant? I take it that you are going to be working with a female?"

"An assistant could be a guy, right?"

"Doubtful, in your case."

"Well, I'm working with a woman on this one. And there's something different about her."

"Different? What's that supposed to mean, like she isn't going to take any of your shit?"

"Something like that. Actually, she's the first person I can't hear."

"You mean you can't read her mind?"

"Not unless I'm touching her skin directly. And after last night, I'd say those opportunities are going to be limited."

"Last night? Cullen what the heck happened? Man, you just don't sound like yourself."

Edward took a moment to process Jasper's words.

"I know. That's why I called."

"Wow, never thought that the womanizer's womanizer, Edward Cullen, would be having lady trouble." Jasper couldn't control his laughter.

"Thanks, Jasper." Edward said in an exasperated tone. "I've got to work with this woman and I need to repair a burned bridge today. Any ideas?"

"Flowers, dude. Women always love flowers."

"Okay, that would be a first for me."

"Damn Cullen, you have lots to learn about women. I need to get you a book like How to Turn a Manwhore into a Lover.

"Funny, one Jazz. I was going to drag you to Atlantic City tonight, but now I'm not sure that I want your sorry ass around."

"Atlantic City? You know that I can't pass up on a chance to watch you win a few thousand. What time you want to leave tonight?"

Edward planned on taking a chartered flight that flew nightly out of Reagan National Airport. It was a quick flight there and back, and he hoped for a little mile-high action from one of the flight attendants. He needed a distraction from Bella, and Bree had been extremely accommodating on his last trip.

"Glad you can make it buddy. Meet me at the charter terminal around 5:30. The plane leaves every night at 6pm. If there's a problem getting seats, I'll call later."

"See you then Cullen."


The first thing Bella noticed when she woke up was the thickness in her mouth. She expected cracked and chapped lips when she looked in the mirror, and she felt as dry as the Arizona desert.

Her head felt every beat her heart was producing. A constant pounding was drumming against her temples.

The late-winter morning sunlight spilled through the windows, and the room's glowing illumination made Bella squint.

Her thirst was unbelievable and it brought Bella out of her usual wake-up fog.

Crapwhat time is it? Sitting up suddenly, she focused on her alarm clock and watched the room move with her. She squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed them, then slowly reopened them to glance back at the clock.

Shit it's nine already.

She was supposed to meet Rose in a half an hour at the Bittersweet Cafe.

Cautiously rising from the bed, she saw her reflection peering back at her from the mirror above the dresser.

I look like crap.

Mascara streaks trailed from her puffy eyes to stain her cheeks, and her normally lustrous brunette mane, straightened the previous night with styling gel, lay in limp, matted clumps. On top of all that she had to use the bathroom so bad it hurt.

Rushing to the toilet, Bella took her human moment.

Damn, my period is starting.

She started the shower, undressed and jumped in, gradually raising the heat until her skin was a bright pink all over. It felt good to wash last night's grime away.

Drying off she opened the cabinet under the sink in search of tampons and was relieved to find one left.

Nothing worse than having to wear a pad, she sighed.

Throwing on her favorite pair of skinny jeans, extra long tank top and her blue thermal shirt, she ran a brush quickly threw her hair.

No time to dry it today.

She grabbed her favorite hoodie and purse, closed the door just as her cell phone began to ring.

"Hey, I'm on my way."

"I hope there's a good reason you're late!" Rosalie's words had a definite smugness to them.

"Umm, can we talk about why I'm late when I get there? I'll be there in five, babe."

"I'm at the table already. You want me to go ahead and order your usual?"

"Sure, see ya."

The air was chilly and Bella was grateful for the hoodie. Walking briskly down the sidewalk, she wondered how she would tell Rosalie about her fiasco of an evening. Bella couldn't deceive her, she could sniff out lies like a dog could smell a bitch in heat.

Bella smiled to herself thinking about Edward and Rosalie going head-to-head in a pissing match.

I'll place my bets with Rosalie, she smirked.

Rosalie definitely has the bigger balls between the two of them, Bella thought as she reached the door to the cafe.

The Bittersweet Café was a favorite breakfast spot among the locals, reminding Bella of old Seinfeld episodes.

Rosalie observed Bella's expression as she made her way to the table.

"So what the hell happened last night?"

"Coffee first, Rose."

Rosalie waved a waiter over.

"Can I get a cup of coffee please?" Bella asked.

Bella glanced at Rosalie and was shocked to see her smiling as she looked down at her cell phone.

"Don't tell me that Professor Emmett is texting you now?" Bella rolled her eyes.

Rosalie caught Bella's eyes and then raised her own perfectly waxed eyebrow. The simple movement answered Bella's question.

"It was a clusterfuck Rosalie, at least it finished that way." Bella grimaced at the memories of the past evening.

Rosalie choked on the orange juice she had been drinking.

Bella handed Rosalie a napkin as she tried to cough up the juice that was residing in her lungs.

"Oh where to begin Rose. I'm going to be working with a real jerk who thinks that his penis is what every woman's vajayjay is crying out for, and Jacob decides that on my graduation night he needs to take a friend into the men's' room for some entertainment."

Bella stopped talking as the waiter poured her coffee.

"Do you have turbinado sugar?"

"I'll bring it right out ma'am."

Rosalie stared at Bella looking totally surprised.

"What was that you said about Jacob?"

Bella went through the whole evening, leaving out the part where she sobbed in the back seat of a taxicab.

The friends shared a good laugh about Edward getting his just dessert with a knee to his groin, and when Bella mentioned that he was at "full staff," Rosalie snorted.

After she calmed down from her laughing fit, Rosalie's demeanor became serious.

"First, I am going to kick Jacob's ass." She raked her hand through her beautiful hair.

"Bells, are you gonna be okay working with this Cullen guy?"

Bella sipped her lukewarm coffee.

"Yes, I think so. He's extremely good looking and, exudes sex. But it's the fact that he flaunts it and relishes in making everyone aware of his gorgeousness. I throw up a little in my mouth watching that part of him. But Rosalie, two can play this game and I'm done being Ms. Nice. I can fight fire with fire."

Rosalie interrupted her. "Bells, that is so dangerous and not you at all. Since when did you become "Bella Swan, cocktease?"

Bella nearly knocked over her coffee mug at Rose's question.

Finishing her orange juice, Rosalie placed the glass in front of her and rubbed the rim with her index finger as she spoke softly

"Bella, you know I've played that game before and it isn't as easy as it looks. You could fall victim to your own needs, and when that itch needs to be scratched and Mr. Agent is around, will you to be able to resist him? And it's not just your physical needs, I'm worried about your heart, my friend.

Working with someone that closely, you really get to know them, and either you can't stand them or you start to appreciate them, enjoying them…that's when things can happen." Rosalie sighed. "I just want you to be careful, Bells."

"Rosalie, I haven't seen a redeemable quality in this guy yet. He's a soulless fucking machine and personally, and I've survived over twenty years without sex and can last a little longer. Even in the presence of Edward Cullen, sexgod.

"I'm not the same Bella Swan you knew in high school or even the same Bella that moved here for Bureau training. I can't describe the rush I felt standing up to him last night and watching him go down in pain."

On the walk back to the condo, Rosalie filled Bella in on her relationship with Professor McCarty. Bella had never seen her so enthusiastic about a lover. It was deeper than Rosalie's previous relationships, and Bella was pleased to see joy radiating from Rosalie's face.

Bella had moved her belongings into Rosalie's condo the week prior to graduation. TAT told Bella that though she would be a field agent, her base would be in Washington, D.C. She spent the rest of the morning packing clothes and personal items in preparation for her mission to the Pacific Northwest.

She had few material possessions, and most of her parents' furniture remained in storage. She knew she would need to remove some things, but she dreaded it. It threatened to break open the scarred wounds of losing both her parents. Seeing her mother's scarlet-cushioned reading chair or the desk where her dad cleaned his guns made their loss real.

Bella glanced at the clock on her bedside table and was shocked to see it was twelve forty-five, leaving her only forty-five minutes to make herself ready for Mr. Agent

Stepping into her closet she found a forest green long-sleeved button-down blouse which hugged her breasts and provided a teasing view of her cleavage if she left several buttons open. Bella had never been one to display her full breasts in an overtly sexual way, but today they would literally be front and center.

Next, she picked out a pair of tight black slacks which accentuated her firm, rounded ass nicely. They were low enough to reveal the top of her thong should she bend over just the right way. She grinned to herself, taking pleasure in the fact that she knew Edward Cullen wouldn't be able to keep from looking.

Really, he deserves to have blue balls for the rest of the assignment. Oh he's going to be frustrated alright!

The doorbell rang and Bella glanced at herself one more time in the mirror. He arrived early, making Bella smile

Maybe he had been listening when I told him to not be late.

Rosalie was talking softly in the other room.

Was that her giggling? A deep, booming laugh – a man's voice – rang out loudly in the living room.

A-ha, Bella thought, that must be the infamous professor. Can't wait to meet the man who can satisfy Rosalie's body and mind.

Bella pulled her hair through her now dry curls and noticed the sparkle of the diamonds in her earlobes.

Damned earrings. They're beautiful, but they keep me tied to my jerk of a partner.

She grabbed her purse and headed to the living room catching Rosalie and a hulking man in an intimate embrace. Bella coughed slightly, alerting them to her presence, and the pair reluctantly broke apart.

Geez.

Rosalie grinned at Bella. "Bella this is Emmett. Emmett, my dear friend Bella"

Before she knew it her hand was engulfed in a humungous paw. Bella hated those handshakes where people just draped their hand limply and gave no effort, but Emmett McCarty's hand was warm and dry, and held hers in a firm grip.

"Bella, lovely to meet you." Bella was shocked at his Australian accent. It made the whole package of Professor McCarty so much sexier. He was an immense specimen of a man whose body definitely saw the rigors of the gym on a regular basis.

His black hair was cut close but she could see that it would be wavy if grown longer. The blackness of his eye lashes and eyebrows accentuated the blueness of his eyes.

But his grin was one that made her smile back intensely. He looked like a little boy who had just told a hilarious joke.

His smile's so contagious.

"Emmett, it is really great meeting you. I have heard sooo little about you," Bella added with a little sarcasm in her tone.

Emmett laughed, "Yes, I am that good." His laugh was infectious.

Bella blushed and joined laughter, adding, "Haven't heard about that, though."

Another knock at the door wiped the smile off Bella's face.

She opened the door and was greeted by Agent Cullen, holding a bouquet of flowers with a rather sheepish look on his face as he started to speak.

"Wait, before you say anything, I do want to apologize for being an ass last night. I hope we can start off this assignment on a better footing." He sighed and ran his fingers through his already jumbled hair.

Bella eyed the man standing in front of her. He was a beautiful specimen for sure.

I mean he is a jerk, but damn, he is a pleasure to look at. Bella glanced at her watch.

"You're late." But as soon as the words left her mouth, Emmett was reaching over her shoulder to shake Edward's hand.

"Edward Cullen. Man, how are you? It's been what – two years?"

Bella and Rosalie both looked stunned.

"Edward, this is my girlfriend Rosalie Hale. Hey, how do you know these two, and who are the flowers for?" Emmett's smile dimmed slightly.

Edward ran his fingers through his hair again as he heard Emmett's inner thoughts that the flowers might be for Rosalie.

"Oh, these are for Bella. We…umm…work together now."

Edward wasn't interested in hearing more of Emmett's thoughts about how hot Rosalie was going to look later in the outfit he had just purchased from La Teche.

Thank God I can only hear thoughts and not see them.

"You still playing soccer?" Emmett turned towards Bella and Rosalie.

"Edward and I used to play in a football league, I mean, soccer to you Americans. Edward is a hell of a player. You still playing man?"

"No, haven't had the time recently, but I really miss it." Edward shifted uncomfortably switching the bouquet of flowers to his other hand. He looked at Bella and tentatively held the bouquet out to her.

Bella wondered what the hell he was doing.

I bet he has never given flowers face to face to a woman. Should I take the bouquet or just tell him no thanks?

Bella took the flowers from his hand, avoiding contact with his skin. "Um, thanks Mr. Cullen. Let me just put them in some water."

She hurried to the kitchen and promptly threw them in the trash.

He'll never know, she thought, but damned if I'm going to keep flowers from him.

A noise startled her and caused her to spin around, coming face to face with Edward.

He had seen her dump the bouquet into the trash can. The look on his face was one of complete shock and in all honesty Bella was very embarrassed. Her cheeks flamed and she could think of nothing to say.

Staring at her with a tinge of hurt in his eyes, Edward turned around and left the kitchen.

Bella gripped the counter. She was not a mean spirited person, but throwing away the flowers in secret felt so right.

Now in light of being discovered, she was second guessing herself and feeling downright awful. She hated hurting people's feelings even if they were an ass.

She sighed. Crap, I'm going to have to be nice the rest of the day now.


Jacob made his way to Rosalie's condo. He had a hell of a morning, too. He tried to study for his business law class, but it was useless. He couldn't get last night out of his mind.

Damn Leah and that fucker, Cullen. I'll be damned if he is going to get his hands on Bella.

The thought of Edward Cullen being the one to explore Bella's virgin territory made him feel ill. He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

They only glimmer of hope he had was that Bella left alone in that yellow cab.

Sure, she didn't leave with me, but Cullen didn't make out any better with her.

He arrived at the condo and saw the Vanquish parked at the curb. He swallowed the lump in his throat and decided to carry out his plan. He needed to confront Cullen and this might be his only chance before they left for their assignment together.

Jacob slammed the door to his truck and walked by Edward's car, controlling the urge to bash out a tail light or run his keys down the side.

His blood starting to boil, as he stopped at the door and tried to bring his emotions back into check. But the moment he heard Edward speaking from inside, he knew that it was a lost cause.

Jacob placed his hand on the doorknob and opened it violently. All the living room occupants turned in shock to see Jacob standing in the darkened doorway, light streaming in around him.

He loomed large facing them with his face enflamed with rage.

"Jacob!" Bella and Rosalie screamed at the same time.

Edward moved to stand in between the fuming Jacob and Bella, as Jacob looked straight at him. He started to act on instinct, his FBI training was going into full gear.

He knew that Jacob needed to be talked down and, if that didn't work, then contained.

God this could get ugly!

"Hey, Jacob. Did you come by to speak with Bella?"

Edward asked his question hoping that a distraction would help to diffuse Jacob's anger. But he soon realized that was a lost cause as Jacob approached with fire in his eyes.

"Listen, Cullen. I know what you are doing here. You want to be Bella's "partner" alright," crunching his fingers in air quotes as he said the word "partner."

Emmett moved Bella and Rosalie away from Jacob and Edward. He was dumbfounded watching Jacob verbally attack Edward.

What the hell is going on with him? Jacob was always such an upbeat student when I had him last year. Emmett continued to shield the two women at his side, clearly puzzled by Jacob's jealous rage.

Edward listened into Jacob's thoughts and was surprised at all the hate spinning around in his mind. They all starred Edward front and center.

Edward had a feeling that this confrontation was going to end badly.

"Okay, I do want to work with Bella. You're right, but I promise that my intentions are just that work, nothing more." Edward lied through his teeth, hoping that that Jacob would buy it.

No such luck.

"Edward, you're a lying SOB, and I think that Bella knows that, too. You probably picked her out of a lineup. I mean look at her, she's gorgeous and you wanted her."

Edward stared blankly back at Jacob. His appearance hid the fact that he was a predator and Bella his prey.

All of Jacob's best laid plans faded away as he raised his fist and swung it towards Edward's face.

Edward shifted to his right and ducked Jacob's fist, feeling a rush of air sail by his head. As he stood back up, he grabbed the elbow of Jacob's swinging arm, twisting it behind his back and pushing his entire body to the ground.

Jacob lay face down with his nose pressing into the carpet. Bella ran to his side.

"Stop it! Both of you! This has gone far enough. You are making me sick right now, acting like I'm some new and shiny toy to fight over."

"Jacob, look at me," she commanded.

Jacob slowly turned his head to his side as he felt Edward's knee pressing harder into his back.

He peeked at Bella through the carpet and waited for her to speak.

"Jacob, this thing between us is over." Bella spoke with a soft, but firm tone. "I want you to get up and leave or I will call the cops."

Edward loosened his hold on Jacob as he heard his thoughts turn to surrender. Jacob began to gently shake and Edward let go of him completely when he realized that the shaking was followed by tears.

Damn, he has it bad. He moved away from Jacob and Bella feeling like he was intruding on a private moment.

Edward watched as Bella whispered into Jacob's ear. Jacob slowly raised himself to his knees holding his head down, refusing to look up.

Bella reached for Jacob's arm trying to offer her assistance to him.

Upset that he lost Bella and was humiliated by Edward, Jacob staggered towards the door and walked out of the condo. He was a defeated man.

Bella padded over to the open front door. She watched as Jacob climbed into his truck, his face showing the desperation he held in his heart.

Bella dropped her head and slowly shut the front door. She was disheartened by Jacob's outburst and knew that their relationship was finished.

Rosalie put her arm around Bella. She smiled back at Rosalie, thanking her for being there.

"Rose, I can't believe what happened with Jacob. He's never even raised his voice around me. I am just glad that he left quietly. I might email him later tonight. Is an email too cold?"

"I don't know Bella. Email him tonight and then call before you leave on your flight tomorrow."

Emmett and Edward joined the ladies by the door. Emmett shared his surprise at seeing Jacob's display. In his many interactions, Emmett had never encountered this aspect of Jacob's character. But then again a woman's involvement could do wonders to a man's personality.

"I can honestly say that I didn't recognize that Jacob Black today. Are you all right Bella?"

"Yes, I'm okay Emmett. A little shaken up but I'll be fine."

"Bella, I am sorry to press you, but we have an appointment and need to be leave." Edward's words carried an unfamiliar gentleness to them. He marveled at his change in manner.

I'm turning into a softy here. Next I'll be watching Sex and the City and drinking Cosmos.

Bella nodded and grabbed her purse. She walked to the front door as Edward opened it for her.

Pausing to speak with Rosalie, Bella turned her back from Edward.

"Rosalie, let's go out tonight. I need some liquid comfort after today."

"Sure thing Bella. Just give me a call later and will work out the details. I love ya babe."

"You too!"

When Bella and Edward approached his car, Edward slipped his hand out and greedily touched Bella's fingers, desperate to hear her thoughts.

Bella jumped and grabbed Edward's hand tightly in hers. Her grip started to crush Edward's fingers.

"Bella, what the…?"

"What the…indeed, Mr. Cullen. From now on we have a new working policy. It's called, "Hands Off."


A/N: We would liked to thank our Special Agents…..Betas Elizabethan and Aquariumjenn