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A/N: Ok so I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I am trying very hard to update I hope this chapter makes up a bit. Please please review. Reviews make me happy & it might make me update faster. =) Oh I am real bad putting myself in the 1930s so things are just going to have to exist from the future =)
The next morning Esme came into the house carrying a bucket of gold paint and 3 paint brushes.
"Rose, be a dear & go get the tarps from the garage."
"What are we doing Esme?" Emmett asked taking the paint can from her.
"You and Rosalie are painting your room" She turned grabbing another bucket of paint this one light lavender "and I am painting the other room. It has the best light. I'm setting it up as a studio for Rosalie. She is a very talented painter actually."
"Really I didn't know that."
Just then Rose came back in carrying the tarps. "Emmett will you lay these out so I can change?"
"Sure babe" he answered watching Rose sashay down the hall. He smirked as she glanced over her shoulder. She gave him a cock tease look as she pressed her chest against the door arching her back slightly & kicking up her foot. She giggled as Emmett's jaw dropped.
Emmett regained composure as he went to lay the tarps in each room.
Oh I'm in for it. For the first time in my entire life I'm going to lose. Technically I'm going to lose but I'm really winning. Haha this is great either way I'm going to end up worshipping that banging body for hours. This vampire thing sure has its perks. I don't need to sleep or eat. Hmm I wonder how long I can go without blood. I should ask Rose when she comes back. That's right I gotta keep my mind on other things. Whoa….
Rosalie entered the room wearing a skin tight tank top and a pair of daisy duke shorts. Her long blonde hair was piled into a bun at the top of her head.
"Like what you see?" She giggled as Emmett stood gapping like a fish out of water. The dimpled smile took her unnecessary breath away.
"Sure do." He threw her a paint brush & began prying the lid off the paint. Rosalie scowled slightly. Sure do. Sure do. What the hell kind of response is that? Then he just throws me a brush. Oh the man is good. I'm going to have to rethink my strategy. Let the games begin.