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Chapter 10

Tuesday morning I called in sick. Dr. V understood, telling me I hadn't looked well on Monday. Yes, alcohol and an insane orgasm on a Sunday night would do that to you. Really though, I just wanted to spend the day with Edward, getting to know each other. After I called into work, I crawled back into bed. Edward was still fast asleep, laying on his stomach, his face to me. The sheet was bunched down around his waist, revealing his bare back.

I softly stroked the stubble along his cheek, the four days growth making an audible rasping sound as I rubbed. Edward smiled in his sleep, but his eyes stayed closed. As I was tracing the loops of ink on his shoulder, I came to the realization that I was falling in love with the man before me. I shook my head in disbelief.

How could be in love after only FOUR days? I was with Jacob for over eight months before I could say those words to him. But my love with Jacob was inconsequential compared to this. Hell, my love for chocolate and peanut butter paled in comparison, and that's saying a lot.

Lying there with him, my fingers tangled in his hair, I felt happy. More than happy, actually, it felt …. well I can't even describe it and that's how I knew what I was feeling were something greater than happiness. It was without fear or reservation; it was simply a sublime feeling of content.

I saw Edward's lips curve into a smile, and his eyes opened slowly.

"Hi, Beautiful." His voice was rough from sleep; the way he called me 'beautiful' was sinful.

I smiled. "Good morning. How did you sleep?"

As I asked, Edward rolled onto his side and pulled me close to him. I fit easily into the crook of his arm, like I was always meant to be there.

"Honestly, I haven't had slept as good as that in a very long time," he said sweetly, pressing his lips to my head.

"What time do you have to be at work today?" Edward asked glancing over at the alarm clock.

"I'm playing hooky today." I looked up at him and kissed his lips gently.

He shook his head at me. "Bella! You shouldn't do that." I reassured him that I could.

"Dr. V was very understanding. His daughter, Jane, usually comes into the clinic on Tuesday's anyways, she can handle things."

"So you're telling me I have you to myself for a full day?" He gave me a little squeeze.

"Uh huh."

Edward kissed down the shell of my ear.

"Hmmmmmmmm sounds like a good day…." His voice trailed off as his tongue replaced his lips and he licked my ear suggestively.

"I thought we could spend the day getting to know each other a bit better," I told him. I hadn't realized I'd closed my eyes while Edward was kissing me.

Must. Stay. Focused.

"Getting to know each other, huh?" Edward maneuvered himself so that he was positioned on top of me, his not-so-little friend nudging me subtly, and he rubbed his nose along my cheek.

"Edward, we should talk." He stopped nuzzling me abruptly and looked at me.

"Uh oh, that doesn't sound good. 'We should talk' ranks up there with 'It happens to everyone' and 'I missed my period, but I'm sure it's ok'." Edward rolled off of me, laughing nervously and truth be told, that last statement made ME nervous!

"Relax, I just mean we need to figure out where we go from here." I pushed myself up to sit cross-legged beside him. "You said you didn't want to drag me off and just fuck me senseless, why is that?" I asked, fighting the smile at the fantasy that had been planted in my head since yesterday of barbaric, half naked cave-man Edward hoisting me over his shoulder and ravaging me.

Thankfully, Edward didn't see my smirk and was serious when he answered. "Because I know you deserve more than that."

"Thank you," I told him quietly. "In the past, how long did you wait to have sex with a girlfriend? I'm talking pre not post Tanya." I watched as he squirmed a little, so I explained further. "I'm just trying to figure out a time line for us here, Edward." His eyebrow cocked up in question.

"Okay, let me put it this way - Jacob and I waited three months before we, uh….did it." Although I worded it carefully, Edward flinched and then gagged for good measure. I ignored him and continued. "I just want to take our time getting around those bases, you know?"

Edward laughed at me. "Now we're playing baseball, Bella?" He was deftly avoiding the subject, his fingers walking over my knee and up my thigh ever so slowly. "Because I've been known to steal home." I put my hand on his and pushed it back down to my knee.

"I'm serious, Edward."

Next he tried his smirk on me - that killer come-fuck-me smirk, but I had my poker face on. That very same poker face I used when Edward lied about a full house beating four of a kind. Yeah, I was drunk, not stupid. Edward sighed, obviously frustrated that his charm failed…again.

"So what? You want to know my track record and find a happy medium? Take all my first times and average it against your ninety days?" Edward snorted a laugh. Was he mocking me? Really?

"Something like that, yes," I informed him.

We were both silent.

"And, Edward, what exactly did you mean when you said 'take ALL my first times'? What kind of a number are we looking at?" I was half teasing, half serious. Edward pursed his lips for a moment.

"Bella…" his voice trailed off as he rubbed his face with his hands. He pulled his hand away and looked at me but remained silent.

"Listen Edward, if we're going to have a relationship, you should feel comfortable enough to talk to me about your past girlfriends," I explained.

"Can I say it's more than Alice and less than Emmett?" he smiled shyly. I didn't find that very reassuring and raised my eyebrows at him.

"Fine, fine. You're talking girlfriends, right?" I nodded. "Okay then we're looking at three," His eyes drifted up and to the left as he paused momentarily and I watched his lips move, silently counting. "Sorry, four, so you'll be lucky number five then." He informed me.

"Thank you. And how long did you wait before you went all the way?"

Edward sighed again. "Fuck I don't know, Bella. Two, three weeks, maybe," He shrugged.

"Three weeks?" My voice raised an octave in shock, "I mean, three weeks." Much better, my voice sounded semi-normal that time. "Hmmm…"

"Give or take," Edward added sheepishly.

I got up and grabbed my iPhone from the kitchen and climbed back on the bed. Using the calculator on my phone, I calculated the average while Edward shook his head at me.

"Okay, so you had four first times and waited twenty-one days, give or take." I winked at him. "I had one first time and waited ninety days. So twenty-one multiplied by four is eighty-four, add in my ninety days, which equals one hundred and seventy-four. Then divide that number by our combined total of five." I hit enter on my phone.

"And?" Edward sounded anxious

"So, we wait thirty four point eight days," I told him proudly.

Edward groaned. "You can't be serious? Bella!" He put his hand high on my thigh, his thumb rubbing in small circles. "Certainly I can convince you otherwise?" His other hand cupped my breast softly and he leaned toward me, kissing my neck.

"Edward…" I started.

He kissed my collarbone. "Bella..." he pulled my bra strap off my shoulder and kissed where it had been. "I find it ironic that you are sitting here in just your bra and panties trying to negotiate when we can consummate our relationship." There was that smirk again, taunting me.

I pulled my bra strap back up. "Would it be better if I put on a business suit, Mr. Cullen? Have you sign a contract perhaps?" I crossed my arms over my chest. Bad idea - that just squished my breasts together.

Edward traced a finger over the swell seductively. "I think I'd like you in a business suit, Isabella." Fuck me. The way he lingered on the double 'L' of my name almost made me forget what I was trying to do. Thankfully, my phone beeped, indicating a new text message. Edward slumped back against the bed, sulking, as I checked it.

Rosalie: You ok? Doc V said you are sick?

I sent her back a quick message.

Bella: Fine. Personal day

Rosalie was a proficient with her fingers – no pun intended - and her message came back quickly.

Rosalie: personal as in on the rag or personal as in sex day?

I laughed. Edward cocked an eyebrow at me and I shook my head.

Bella: Neither. call you later

Rosalie: ring ring

My phone rang as soon as I read her message. I sighed and answered.

"Hello, Rosalie." With Edward sitting right next to me I tried to be discreet.

I heard Rosalie laugh. "If you answered, you aren't having sex."

"No."

"Is Edward right there?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Why'd you call in sick?" Rosalie hounded.

"Because."

Rosalie sighed impatiently. "Let me talk to Edward."

"No."

"Yes. Let me talk to Edward."

"No." Before I could say another word, Edward used his innate psychic ability and grabbed my phone from me, smirking all the while.

"Good morning, Rosalie!" He hopped off the bed, playing keep away with the phone. "Sadly, no." Edward glanced over at me. "Bella's currently in negotiation about that." I heard Rosalie screech through the phone and Edward smiled triumphantly and handed it back to me.

"Rosalie would like to have a word with you again, Bella." I glared at him. I put the phone to my ear and immediately had to hold it away because all I heard was Rosalie yelling.

"WHAT? Bella Swan, what the fuck are you doing? Oh my God, woman! Negotiating sex? Have I taught you nothing? I am so disappointed in you!" I could picture her, her hand on her hip, nostrils flaring, seething.

"Goodbye, Rosalie." I knew it was going to piss her off, but I hung up on her.

Edward laughed. "You are so going to pay for that!"

I shrugged as my phone rang again. My caller ID showed it to be Alice – wow, Rosalie worked fast.

"Good morning Alice," I answered. Off in the kitchen, I heard Edward's phone ringing as well, and he tickled my ribs as he walked passed me to get it.

"Bella! Rosalie called me. She told me there was some kind of an emergency with you and Edward. I'm at work, but I can come home if you need me." Alice was talking fast, even for Alice.

I laughed. Rosalie, always the drama queen, had made a mountain out of a molehill. "Alice, settle down. There's no emergency with me and Edward." I sat down on the edge of my bed as I chatted.

I heard her breathe a sigh of relief. "What's going on?" she asked cautiously.

Edward walked back into my room. He'd thrown on his jeans … barely, They were slug low, unbuttoned, his chest still bare, Blackberry to his ear. No doubt he left his shirt off just to tease me. As he stood in front of me, my eyes darted to the indents of his hip bones and the tattoo peeking out from under his boxer shorts.

"Yes, it is ridiculous, Emmett, I totally agree." He said into the receiver. He caught me ogling his tattoo and smirked, shoving his hand into his pocket and shamelessly jarring his jeans down a bit lower to reveal that much more of his tattoo.

Bastard.

I ignored him and continued my conversation with Alice. "Yes, we're fine. Edward and I had a good talk last night."

"Then what the hell is Rosalie going off about? She made it sound like there was a dire emergency going on."

Edward poked me in the side, "I will not sign a contract Bro, I'm not stupid." I put my finger to my lips, shushing him.

"Alice, Rosalie likes to exaggerate, you know her." Rosalie could make being out of coffee creamer a national news headline.

"What's going on then, Bells?" Alice sounded concerned still. Beside me Edward was half listening to his brother, half listening to me.

"Honestly, Alice, it's nothing dire." I told her, rolling my eyes at Edward as he mouthed that it was dire to him, and grabbed his junk suggestively. "I just told Edward I thought we should take our time, you know? Get to know each other before we, uh.. move onto the next level so to speak." Edward was groaning again, such a drama king.

Alice laughed into the receiver. "I one hundred percent agree with you, Bella. Edward came out of a bad relationship and into a string of …. more bad relationships. . . " Her voice trailed off.

"It's okay, Alice, he told me. And it's not going to kill him to wait." Edward laughed at that. I could assure him from our first night together, one doesn't pass away from blue balls, or blue bean as it was, in my case.

"Sure just a second Emmett, I'll pass the phone to her." Edward said, handing his Blackberry to me, "My manager would like a word with you." His expression was smug.

"Hang on a second Alice, Emmett's on Edward's phone and wants to talk to me." Alice asked to speak to Edward so we switched phones.

I sighed - dealing with Emmett was going to be like dealing with Rosalie on steroids. "Hi Emmett." I walked over my closet and decided on an outfit while we talked.

"Bella, what are you trying to do to my brother? Honestly woman, I thought Tanya was cruel, but at least she put out!" I tucked the phone against my cheek and one shoulder and slipped into a black ruffled skirt.

"Emmett, I just want to get to know him better." His laughed roared through the phone.

"I'll tell you all you need to know. Edward wears a size eleven shoe. Hates asparagus, says it makes his pee smell. Sucked his thumb until he was nine. He won't admit it, but he loves romantic comedies. Edward was class president and valedictorian. He once crashed his motorcycle into a tree because he was checking out a pretty girl." My laughing interrupted him.

"See Emmett? I didn't know any of those things." Edward had a motorcycle? He just inched up my bad boy scale. "I want to know even more about Edward and I want him to get to know me too!"

"I'm just looking out for my home boy, Bella." Emmett laughed. "Alice was right, you are good for him. In a barbaric sort of way."

"Thank you Emmett. Listen, I've got to go, I'll talk to you later. Do you want to talk to Edward again?" I asked.

"Nah, just tell him good luck." We ended our call and I slipped a pink smocked baby doll shirt over my head, then sat on the bed beside Edward who still had the phone to his ear. He motioned with his hands that Alice was still blabbing to him. I stifled a giggle.

"Alice." He tried to interject. "ALICE! Stop! I heard you. I get it, okay? Fine, we'll talk tonight. Bye." Edward sighed as he hung up and we switched phones again.

"I'm so glad they are involved in this," he said with a nervous laugh. "That's not going to complicate things at all!" The way I saw it, he had the advantage with Rosalie and Emmett on his side, they were a force to be reckoned with. I had a five-foot nothing pixie in my corner.

I looked over at Edward, his hands clasped in his lap. "I'm not doing this to punish you," I said, ducking my head, forcing him to look at me. "I want this to work out between us." Edward smiled at me shyly.

"I want us to work out too, Bella, you have no idea how much I want that. My heart's been lonely for a long time. Being with you makes me happy," he smiled at me. "I will agree to wait a little while longer, but thirty whatever days, that's just too clinical for me. I don't want it to be a date circled in red on the calendar. Kind of freaks me out, to be honest."

I held out my hand to him. "Deal. No red date on the calendar." Edward shook my hand as we made our pact, then he smirked.

"Can I still make my way around the bases, or have I been benched?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"Absolutely!" I told him.

He smirked. "If the coach," he looked down at his groin, "tells me to steal home, though, I've got to try."

I laughed and shook my head at him. "Come on, let's get some breakfast, there's a great little restaurant up the street."

Edward grabbed a quick shower while I went into the living room and checked my email. He emerged a few minutes later, strutting passed me, towel wrapped so loose about his hips I don't know how it stayed on. He rummaged around in his duffel bag, found his razor the sauntered back to the washroom, fuck-me smirk plastered on his face. This was not going to be an easy business venture!

As I was shutting down my laptop, Edward was back, standing before me looking hot as ever, playful smile on his lips. His hair was utterly disorderly, a look most men couldn't pull off but on Edward, it looked completely polished. His face was now clean-shaven, his jaw-line more chiseled and defined without the stubble. The top button on his jeans was purposely undone, the sexy V of his hipbones coercing my eyes downward, revealing he was now going commando. And still no shirt in sight. I wanted to bump my tongue over his abs, forget my stupid agreement, and fuck HIM senseless! Then there were those eyes - those beautiful green eyes positively glowing with lust. Simply put, Edward looked like sex on a stick.

"See anything you like, Bella?" Edward flirted.

Poker face, Bella, poker face.

Ignoring his question completely, I asked if he was ready to go in my best seeing-you-half-naked-has-absolutely-no-effect-on-me voice.

Edward nodded, grabbing a shirt from his bag he pulled it over his head and buttoned his jeans. I grabbed my purse and keys, and Edward placed his hand on the small of my back leading me out the door.

We decided to walk to the Red Wagon Cafe, as it was only a few blocks from our apartment, located close to Brown's. I explained that it was owned by an eccentric gentleman in his mid forties with a flare not only for incredible food, but also for his beautiful artwork that he had on display in the café, which changed as another piece was completed.

Holding hands as we walked, we took in the scenery around us. September on the west coast has always been one of my favorite months. The days are sunny and warm and daylight stretches into the later evening where it turns cooler, but not unpleasant. This morning was another perfect day. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, the birds were singing gleefully, and the flowerpots adorning people's houses were still looking beautiful. You could smell the freshness of cut grass in the air this morning, a scent I wish I could bottle.

As we walked, Edward and I commented on some of the character homes as we passed by. One of my favorite houses was an adorable split-level home, light blue in color with a large wrap around porch. There were two white wicker chairs on one end a small table between them. On the other end was a rustic two-seater swing chair in natural wood, suspended from the roof with chains. I commented that I never saw anyone actually sitting there and what a shame I thought it was. I could picture Edward and I sitting there for hours on end, just talking.

Edward stopped and admired a gorgeous three-level home, made of wood, glass and rock. The entire front of the home had floor to ceiling windows, showcasing the pristine living area inside. Edward motioned with his hand, "See that?" he said. "That's very similar to the house I grew up in, the one my parents still live in."

My mouth hung open. "Edward, that's easily a million dollar home." He didn't seem phased by that at all. I had come from much meager means - my dad's home in forks would have fit in the living room of that house. I looked back at Edward, who was looking nostalgic.

"You have good memories from that house, I take it." I leaned into him, and he put his arm around me, pulling me close and we both admired the house.

"That I do." He shook his head a little. Edward kissed my head, and we continued walking, arriving at the café just a few minutes later. The owner, Laurent, an African American with long, dreadlock hair waved as we came in, telling us to sit where we pleased. The restaurant was empty this morning, so Edward led me to the table by the front window, holding my chair out for me politely.

Laurent came by the table shortly after we were seated. "Isabella, my dear, how is you?" Edward narrowed his eyes at him slightly as Laurent took my hand, kissing it in greeting.

"I see you have brought a new friend, welcome!" Laurent took Edward's hand and pressed his lips to the back on his hand, lingering longer than he did with me. Edward's eyebrows rose dramatically, and I stifled a giggle. Apparently I had neglected to tell Edward that Laurent was very much gayer than gay.

Laurent dropped two menus and two glasses of water on our table, asking if we wanted any coffee or tea to start. I decided on an Earl Grey tea for a change, Edward stayed with his usual black coffee - I loved that I already knew his usual. Laurent sashayed his way toward the kitchen area to get our drinks, not before running his hand along Edward's shoulders.

"Why is it, Bella, that your friends either want to harm me or hump me?" Edward smirked at me across the table.

Turning his attention to the menu, Edward asked what was good.

"Everything!" I exclaimed. "Seriously, the home fries here are awesome! Organic potatoes oven roasted with special seasonings and sautéed onions. They are to die for! I've been hounding Laurent for the past two years for his recipe without any luck," I pouted.

Edward smiled at me across the table, looking like he was going to say something, but Laurent returned with our drinks, setting them in front of us.

"Have you decided what you'd like to eat, my friends?" He turned to Edward first to take his order, placing his hand on Edward's shoulder, and massaging slightly.

Edward glanced at the menu briefly, then decided. "I'll have the breakfast special, over easy, brown toast, home fries and sausage, please."

"I'll have the same, Laurent, but with bacon instead of sausage today."

"Bella," Edward interrupted, "Are you sure you don't want sausage?" He smirked.

I bit my cheek to stop myself from laughing. "I think I'll stick with bacon, thank you, Edward."

"You can always have some of my sausage later," he winked at me as he took a sip of his coffee.

Laurent raised his eyebrows at our conversation. "Honey," he told me, "If you don't want his sausage, I will!" He ran his finger across Edward's shoulder blades as he left to help the customers who had just walked in. Edward shuttered just a bit as I stifled a giggle.

After breakfast, we walked back to my place and were surprised to find both Emmett and Rosalie home, considering it was the middle of the day. Rosalie explained she had cancelled the rest of her clients to 'deal with the situation at hand.'

"Rosalie! You are nuts!" I laughed and rolled my eyes at her.

"Sit down Bella, you too, Edward. Emmett and I have a little game for you to play," Rose instructed. Emmett stood beside her, grinning wildly.

"Let's get started, shall we?" Rosalie held white cue cards in one hand, a pen in the other.

"Oh, I can't wait!" I faked being excited over whatever the fuck was going on. Rosalie smiled, obviously missing my cynicism.

"Good attitude, Bella," she praised. "This game is called 'Get To Know Your Next Sexual Partner In An Hour or Less'." Edward burst out laughing and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table, his grin matching Emmett's.

"You can pass on maximum three questions and anything you do answer, you must be truthful. That's where we come in," Emmett explained, wrapping his arm around Rosalie's waist. "Being your best friends, we know you pretty well so we get to call bullshit if we think you're lying."

Rosalie dragged two kitchen chairs over and her and Emmett sat opposite us making me feel like I was sitting opposite a firing squad.

"Question one: State your full name and birth date," Rosalie asked, pen poised to write down answers.

"Edward Anthony Cullen. Born June 20, 1986."

"Isabella Marie Swan. Born September 13, 1989."

Edward looked at me. "You mean I missed your birthday?" I smiled because I hated birthdays and was glad I'd met him the weekend after it had already passed.

Rosalie smiled, "See? This is why we are doing this!" She turned to Emmett, "Did you write that down?" Emmett nodded and Rosalie continued.

"Question two: Favorite color?" Edward said blue, I said green, our answers recorded.

"Are you are morning person, or night owl?"

Edward laughed, "I already know Bella is NOT a morning person." I elbowed him in the side. Turns out, Edward is a morning person. Our relationship could very well be doomed.

"Favorite sport?" Rosalie asked. Edward answered without missing a beat.

"Baseball." He smirked directly at me and Emmett glared at him.

"You do know I play professional FOOTBALL right, bro?" he pouted.

Most of the questions continued on the same lines, pretty generic and easily answered: Favorite cereal – Lucky Charms for Edward, Froot Loops for me. Do you prefer dog or cats – turns out we both think dogs are high maintenance and cats are too independent so I guess we'll probably end up with fish.

"Favorite movie?" Emmett asked and I watched as the guys exchanged looks.

"Easy, 'Fools Rush In'," came my answer, "Although 'Father of the Bride' is up there too."

"Fight Club," Edward answered quickly, but Emmett started fake coughing and uttered 'bullshit' under his breath. I turned to look at Edward, who was glaring at his brother.

"Fine, 'Love Actually', but only because Liam Neeson is a wicked actor."

Emmett had a satisfied smirk on his face.

Rosalie tapped her cue cards on the coffee table. "You both did good, round one is done. Next we move onto more personal details." I was a little worried at that point.

"List your ex's names and how long you were with them." I rolled my eyes at Rosalie, she knew this wouldn't take me long.

"Well, this is an easy one, for me anyways," I joked, "Jacob and I were together for two and a half years. Before him, Tyler Crowley and I dated off and on in high school, but it wasn't serious."

Edward sighed. "First was Nikki Reed, we were together for a year and a half maybe-" Edward was interrupted by Emmett.

"Mmmmm Nikki Reed, she was hot, dude!" Rosalie smacked the back of Emmett's head. "Sorry baby, not as hot as you obviously!" he apologized.

"Go ahead Edward, after Nikki," Rosalie encouraged.

"After her, Kristin Stewart and I dated for six months. Then there was Victoria Giel I forget how long we were together. Then Tanya, and we were together for three years."

"Three loooong years, buddy!" Emmett added.

Rosalie wrote the answers down on the back of the cue card.

"This one is easy for Bella. Edward, you'll have to put on your thinking cap," Emmett snorted, "Number of sexual partners." I blushed and Edward took his first pass, saying the word quietly and did not raise his eyes from the floor.

"Okay a fun one now: favorite position." Emmett rubbed his hands together, "Can I answer this one?" He asked and Rosalie shook her head.

I voiced my first pass. Edward was quiet for a moment than spoke, "I don't have a favorite position, per se, but I do like to be in control."

Again, a vision of caveman Edward entered my head. Fuck. Me. Sideways.

I saw Rosalie's eyebrows raise, and she pursed her lips trying hard not to smile her approval as she wrote down his answer. Then she cleared her throat.

"Okay then, next question. Craziest place you've had sex." I flung my head back against the couch in frustration.

"Come on, why do I need to know the craziest place Edward's ever had sex?" I complained.

"Because, Bella," Rosalie told me, "That way you can one up it when it comes time for you guys to do it." I rolled my eyes at her.

"I'll pass if you do," Edward said to me with a smile. I smiled back and we both used our second pass as I stuck my tongue out at Rose.

"Have you ever done illegal drugs?" Emmett asked.

Edward shook his head. "Nope, Bella's the only drug I need." I think my heart melted just a little.

I started to shake my head no, and Rosalie chimed in with a very loud "Bullshit, Bella!" I looked at her in shock.

"La Push beach, the summer before our senior year?" she said, her eyes intent on me.

"That was YOU, Rosalie!" I laughed at her as she scrunched up her face in remembrance.

"Fuck, you're right, damn it."

Emmett laughed as he read the next question. "How often do you masturbate?"

Rosalie started giggling, "I'm sorry, that was Emmett's."

"Pass!" I answered, my face turning pink. Beside me, Edward laughed.

"Let's just say a lot more than I used to!" he informed us. We all had a good laugh at Edward's expense.

And so the questions continued. Because I had used my last pass on the self-love question, I was forced to answer Emmett's "If you had to have a threesome, would you want it with two guys or a girl and a guy and why."

Edward chose to pass and I argued that it was a two- part question and therefore Edward was out of passes and he had to answer as well. The four of us took a vote and I was out numbered. They all waited for my answer, Edward especially looked interested.

"Well, if I HAD to have a threesome, I'd chose to have it with another girl and a guy."

"Why?" asked Edward, smirk plastered on his face.

I shrugged. "I wouldn't know what to do with two penises!" Edward cocked me an eyebrow and I blushed for the hundredth time.

"Last question," Rosalie announced, "Where do you see yourself in ten years?"

Edward didn't hesitate. "Happily married, with two kids, living in a house with a swing chair on the front porch." He smiled at me. "Oh, and hopefully jerking off a lot less than I do now."

"That sounds about right to me." I agreed.

Rosalie gathered up all the cards and handed a stack to both of us. "Congratulations, you are well on your way to getting laid!" She shook both our hands, all business-like. "May I suggest that the questions you passed on, you discuss in private later?"

Emmett and Rosalie left soon after that, and Edward and I enjoyed the rest of our afternoon sitting in the sunshine on the patio. Thankfully, Edward didn't ask me to discuss the three questions I'd passed on; I wasn't ready to go there yet.

Later that evening, as Edward and I settled down to watch a movie, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Alice standing there, swinging a set of keys on her finger.

"Looks like Edward officially has his own place to stay now!" She bubbled, walking past me into the suite, tossing the keys at her brother. "Mrs. Cope just left. She told me to tell you and Emmett that she can't wait to come to the house warming party."

"Not bloody likely!" Edward scoffed, I watched him shudder just a bit at the memory of her.

"So, how's it going you two?" Alice asked, plunking herself on the couch beside Edward.

"We're good, Ali." Edward answered for us, scooting himself away from Alice just a touch. Alice nodded her head. "Good. What did you guys do today?" She tapped the other side of her suggesting I sit next to her. I giggled and sat down - I knew a cock block when I saw it.

"Not much, just vegged out at home most of the day," I told her, and Alice nodded. Obviously she didn't know about Emmett and Rosalie's little game, and I suspected she wouldn't approve.

"What are you watching?" she asked.

Edward cocked an eyebrow at her. "A movie," he answered.

"I've been wanting to see this!" Alice informed us, clapping her hands together like a four year old.

Edward snorted. "Alice, you don't even know what we're watching."

"It's okay, whatever it is, I want to see it." She made no plans to leave, quite the contrary; she wiggled her butt around on the cushions, settling herself in. Alice grabbed the remote and hit play.

Edward's impatience was growing. "Alice," he said, his tone warning.

"Hhmmmm?" She pretended to be completely absorbed in the opening credits.

"You're about as subtle as a gun, Alice Cullen." Edward laughed.

Alice turned her head just slightly to look at her brother. "I have no idea what you're talking about Edward. I just wanted to spend some time with you and Bella tonight. Is that so wrong?" She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. Edward sighed and shook his head, obviously defeated…for tonight anyways.

"Oh Bella!" Alice turned to me, "I almost forgot! Rosalie and I want to have a girl's night tomorrow night. Emmett is flying out of town, Are you going with him Edward?" She asked.

Edward shook his head. "Not this time, I'm staying behind to await the deliveries for the Penthouse and stuff."

"Good, " Alice was pleased, "So Emmett and Edward will be out of our way. We'll order in, have some wine and have girl talk. Sound good?"

I could hear Edward groan audibly. I had a feeling Alice was going to be spending a lot of time with us in the coming days. Well, at least for the next month or so, anyways.

Despite Alice's protests, Edward spent the night with me and we survived in my bed snuggled in close proximity. Not to say he didn't try anything, of course. But when his kisses became more urgent in nature, his hands roaming with persuasion, I had stopped him, explaining I couldn't let myself fail on the first day. Edward had attempted to sulk, but admitted he was only testing my limits. He pulled me close, spooning me, softly humming a lovely lullaby I'd never heard before in my ear as his fingers massaged my scalp. I fell under his slumber spell and was dreaming in minutes.