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CHAPTER EIGHT: Sweet Talk
"This is the life…,"Rose sighed next to me.
I giggled and agreed wholeheartedly.
Rose had called me in the morning, saying she'd had a terrible week at work and needed some girl time to relax.
Rosalie was a NICU nurse and it seemed that half the nurses had contracted the flu, leaving Rosalie and the few healthy ones to pull double shifts all week. After spending days barely functioning and drinking coffee like it was her sole life force, the head nurse had given Rose the day off today. The first thing she did was booking us a day in her favorite spa for the full works.
Right now, we were both experiencing the amazing feeling of having a foot rub and our nails done.
"Emmett told me about Madame Esme, you know?"
I sat up in my chair to have a better look at her. "Have you met her?"
Rosalie shook her head. "No, but from the way Emmett speaks about her, you would think he was talking about his mother or something."
"Oh my God! That was the same thing I got from Demetri when he talked about her."
"She seemed like a nice person, but I gotta say it sounds a little fishy to me."
I nodded. "I know, me too. There has to be a catch, she can't be just preparing these girls out of the goodness of her heart and only getting paid for introductions."
Rosalie narrowed her eyes at me. "I didn't mean that her business sounded fishy, I meant what Emmett told me about how she convinced him to ask me out."
"Oh, he didn't tell me that."
Rosalie sat back in her plush chair and closed her eyes. "He said he met her in New York, she was there for the wedding of one of her girls, and Emmett had met her in the hotel lobby. He knew who she was, since he had heard of her the last time he was in New York. He approached her and asked to speak to her for a few minutes."
"What did she say to him?"
"He said that she was charmed by his manners and asked him flat out why he was still single."
I frowned. "How did she know Emmett was single?"
Rosalie smirked. "She said that a man as charming as he was would be smiling all the time if he had someone in his life who he loved more than himself."
"Wow…"
She raised her eyebrows. "I know."
"Then what?"
"Emmett didn't tell me, but from what I gathered, she gave him the push to finally stop dancing around and ask me out. A few days later, he called me and said that he wanted to take me out on a date."
"And you said yes."
"Actually, I said no."
"What? Why?"
Rosalie laughed. "I have no idea, I guess I wanted to fuck with him, but then he said something that not only crumbled my last wall against opening up to him, but literally bulldozed the shit out of it."
I leaned over the armrest of my chair to look at Rosalie. "What did he say to you?"
Rosalie's smile was tender and almost innocent. She turned to look at me, and with a soft voice she said, "He said he wanted to take me out on a date because he wanted me to be the one he loved more than life itself."
Both beauticians who were painting our toes literally swooned on the spot.
"Aw, Rose… what did you say to him after that?"
"Well, what else could I have said but yes, of course?"
"I'm glad you did."
"I'm glad too, which is why I think this could be great for you, Bella."
I rolled my eyes. "If you're talking about writing the article about Madame Esme, I promised Emmett that I would think about it."
"I really hope you do."
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