A/N: This chapter is actually an outtake /sidebar involving Emmett's conversation with Tanya prior to him meeting Edward to watch the game.
Damn. I cursed when I noticed the green digital display on my dash read 2:51. I was supposed to meet Edward to watch the game at 3:00. There was no way I was going to make it in time. Thanks in part to this gas guzzling beast. I swear I just put eighty dollars worth of gas in this damn thing two days ago. If I didn't look so fucking hot in this tank I'd trade it in and get a damn Prius. Yeah, right I could just see my big ass stuffed inside of one of those fucking clown cars. Not a good look.
I couldn't totally blame being late on running out of gas. The main reason I was running late is because I couldn't pull myself away from her. We lay tangled together in her sheets this morning and I swear to God if I never took another breath I would have died a happy man. I still couldn't believe how this woman had gotten under my skin. I wasn't sure if it was the ridiculously awesome and hot sex or if it was because when she talked I actually found myself listening. I met her six weeks ago after the Mariner's season opener. Edward and I were at a bar getting tanked because the home team won, when she walked in with a couple of her girlfriends. I gave her my best smile and decided she would be naked in my bed before the night was over.
Man, never in my life have I ever had to work so hard for pussy. I swear. Playing hard to get was an understatement with her. It was as if she really wasn't interested, which totally couldn't have been the case. She was smiling and making eyes at me all fucking night but when I went over to talk to her she started acting like she had a stick up her ass.
"So, I must really be drunk. Because I could have sworn the entire time I was sitting over there, minding my own business, you were totally eye-fucking me," I suppose I could have come up with something better to say but like I said I'd been drinking- a lot.
"Not only are you drunk, you are a jackass. How do you know I wasn't staring at the red head sitting behind you," she smirked. She fucking smirked at me. I am the king of smirking. Who the fuck did she think she was dealing with? My mouth fell open when I turned and realized the red head she referred to was another woman.
"Well, hot damn, baby. I don't discriminate and would love to participate," I smiled.
"I doubt you would know what to do with one woman not to mention two," she said coolly as she sipped from her drink.
"I think you'd be pleasantly surprised," I whispered in her ear.
"Or thoroughly disappointed," she said without missing a beat.
"There's only one way to find out," I challenged.
She cocked her head to the side as if she was seriously considering my offer.
"Hmm, you got any references?" she asked.
My eyes widened. "References?" What the fuck?
"Yes, someone who can vouch for your skills," she smiled but there was definitely mischief in those baby blue eyes of hers.
"So, let me get this straight. If I can find a 'reference' then you're willing to give me a job?" I asked stressing the job part. Shit. The thought of those perfect lips wrapped around me had me trembling like a damned girl.
I pulled my phone from my pocket, keeping my eyes on her the entire time. One eyebrow arched in surprise.
"Damn," I said with a dramatic sigh as I looked at my watch.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her curiosity definitely piqued.
"I think the convent is closed," I said sadly.
"The convent?" she frowned.
"Yeah, last woman was so thoroughly satisfied she said I had ruined her for other men, so she ran off and joined a convent. Sister Lolita. I still see her every Sunday at Mass but it's just not the same," I sighed and put my phone back in my pocket.
She stared blankly and then laughed this fucking laugh that just made my dick twitch. It wasn't some fake ass, girly laugh it was a gut busting, head thrown back, damn-that-shit-was-funny kind of laugh.
"You're kinda insane, huh?" she asked after the laughter stopped. She smiled at me and my heart nearly stopped. She was so fucking beautiful.
"What can I say? Beautiful women decrease my brain function,"
She lowered her head and played with the edge of her napkin. Was she fucking blushing? She raised her head to find me full on gaping at her with a big ass grin on my face.
"You're a little too smooth for my taste; it's been my experience that men like you are dangerous," she said with a sad smile on her face.
Oh, fuck no, I would not be dismissed.
"Yeah, and it's been my experience that women like you know exactly how to mitigate that danger,"
"Mitigate, I'm impressed that's an awfully big word," she teased.
And I was back in.
"Not the only thing big I possess,"
She frowned.
"What? I have a Hummer and a ridiculously huge tri-level house I designed out in the sticks. What were you thinking about?"
She laughed and shook her head. "The name is Rosalie and I'm thinking it's pass my bedtime. I should really be going," she looked at me thoughtfully before she reached in her purse and pulled out a card.
"But maybe- what's your name?" she asked suddenly.
"Emmett,"
"Well, Emmett, maybe sometime you can call me and show me some of your big possessions," Her sexy ass voice dripped with innuendo as she passed me a business card.
"It would be my extreme pleasure, Ms. Rosalie,"
I called her an hour later to make sure she got home okay and practically begged her to have dinner with me the next night. She told me some bullshit about not knowing the rules. Apparently I was supposed to wait three days before calling her? Seriously, where the fuck do women come up with this shit? She finally agreed to meet me and we'd been joined at the hip every since. I still hadn't totally come clean to Edward about just how much I was falling for her. It felt kind of hypocritical for me to tell him to go out and 'sow his oats', as our mother called it, when here I was acting like I was ready to take a trip down the aisle.
This woman totally owned my ass. She had given me shit about running out on her this morning but when I told her I was meeting my brother she softened a little bit. I think the idea of my family intrigued her for some reason. She was an only child and her parents died when she was young. I can't even imagine being an only child, Edward was a play by the rules, emo acting bastard sometimes but I loved him immensely. He was truly my best friend. And my parents, fuck if it wasn't for my mom totally having my back no matter what and my dad kicking my ass when I got out of line- there's no telling where I would be.
I really wanted to introduce her to my mom. Mothers had a sixth sense about whether a woman was worthy of their son or not. But I didn't want Rose to get freaked out or think that I was moving too fast. I swear she had me wearing panties! I had never even thought about introducing a woman to my mother and I sure as hell never gave a damn about a woman being comfortable with my fucking intentions. Part of me knew this was a good thing. I didn't want to screw around forever. I wanted a family eventually and even a couple of kids. But things just seemed to be happening so fucking fast and since I'm already turning into a woman I guess it was okay to admit that I was actually scared. I just didn't want to fuck this up. The only thing in my life prior to Rose that I took serious was my job. And now I found myself thinking about her all the fucking time.
"Emmett?" I heard a voice call effectively snapping me out of my emotional daydream.
I had gone inside to pay for my gas and get a couple of cans of Red Bull to replenish some of the energy that Rosalie had stolen that morning. The voice belonged to a woman and before I turned around I prayed it wasn't some chick I left high and dry who had been waiting on a return phone call.
I turned with an irritated look on my face.
"Emmett Cullen?" she asked. She looked vaguely familiar but I still couldn't place her or that whiny ass voice. She was a strawberry blonde, average height for a woman, had a great rack (seems like I would have remembered those puppies) and her eyes were a golden brown color.
"Uh, do I know you?" I asked. I hoped I didn't crush her ego too much.
"Yeah, I know it's been a long time but I can't believe I've changed that much. You look exactly the same," she smiled. A fake ass smile complete with batting her fucking eyelashes.
Okay, enough of this bullshit. I must have been totally drunk and a little high if I did this chick.
"And you are?" I asked not even trying to mask my annoyance.
"Tanya. Tanya Denali. Your brother, Edward and I used to date back in college,"
I'm sure my eyes looked like they were about to pop out of my head. Tanya. Fucking. Denali. It took every ounce of my depleted energy to refrain from shaking this bitch until her eyes rattled around in that fucking airhead of hers. I wanted to scream, yeah, Tanya Denali. I remember you, the bitch that broke my little brother's heart. The same woman he was going marry until he caught you fucking his best friend! I couldn't believe she had the nerve to stand in front of me smiling like the fucking Joker as if we were old friends. I never liked her. I always thought Edward was too good for her and unfortunately it turned out that I was right.
"Oh, now I remember you. Mmph. What brings you to Seattle?" I asked taking two Red Bulls from the cooler. I could give a shit why she was here but I had to redirect my anger.
"I just moved here actually, I accepted a job with an accounting firm downtown," she smiled. "So, how is Edward? It's been years since I've seen him,"
Real smooth, bitch. I don't think so.
"From what I understand there's a good reason that you haven't seen him. Look, Tanya let's cut the bullshit okay. I'm sure you moving to Seattle was not some fucking cosmic occurrence. Edward is fine. More than fine actually. He's finally moved on with his life and he's happy. Don't fuck that up for him. You owe him at least that," I spat.
She blinked furiously. For a minute I thought one of her fake eyelashes was going to fall in her eyes. "I-I - I have no intention on trying to hurt Edward. I was just asking-,"
I cut her off.
"And I just told you. Stay the fuck away from my brother," I pushed past her and headed to the front of the store.
Unfuckingbelievable.
I really hoped she heeded my warning but just in case I had to tell Edward. I didn't want to bring up those painful memories but I also didn't want this bitch to blindside him. I know things were going well for him and Bella. It was obvious he was falling for her just as much as I was falling for Rose. He deserved this after all the shit he had gone through. After I paid for my gas and Red Bulls, I felt my phone vibrate. I had received a text.
When I pulled out my Crackberry, it was actually an e-mail. I opened it and in the subject line it said, 'Miss you already'. When I opened the attached image there was a picture of Rose with a sheet wrapped loosely around her, biting the tip of her finger and she had this look on her face that screamed sex. Specifically, Emmett come back and have sex with me.
Fuck. I swear I almost called Edward and canceled but I knew he was probably already waiting on me and I'd never fucking hear the end of it. I might have to fake an illness or something. There was no way I was going to be able to sit through watching a fucking baseball game with my brother when I had a deliciously hot woman- correction a deliciously hot, naked woman waiting on me. Seriously, could life get any better?
End Notes: I love a big brother who's got your back no matter what! Go Emmett!
