Ok so I'm back even though I was very disappointed in the lack of reviews we had today. But my favorite review was from frequentlydazzledbylit:

okay first off loved it.

"Well, he took me to his house last night, cooked me dinner, made out with me, let me sleep in his bed, got to second base, and asked me to meet his parents on Wednesday," I said while pulling on a wavy skirt and a matching low cut shirt.

"Wha—made out, bed, second base, parents?" she stuttered.

FAVORITE PART! loved Rosalie i was laughing so hard cuz thats something i would do just blurt everything out then vroom bye! haha

Secondaly (if thats a word) dont think your off the hook missy! you didnt tell us what Jasper said to Edward, ya i didnt forget! hahaha

Loved the Edward and Bella morning though. And of course Mike and the rest of the world had to interupt. (:

And Bella totally had that all planned 'yeah i'll go sleep in his bed but then go in bed with him cuz im "scared"' dont worry Bella i would have pulled that card too jst for Edward hahaha

Okay im done! UPDATE SOON! (:

BPOV

Monday came too soon for me. Edward and I spent most of the weekend together, except for the times that Rosalie demanded I came back home to explain everything that had happened.

I wasn't sure how to act or what I was supposed to do. Edward and I hadn't exactly thought about what was going to happen on Monday.

Though, I was pretty sure that he wouldn't care if the whole team knew about us, I wasn't sure that I wanted them to know, both for my benefit as well as Edward's. If the team knew, it wouldn't be long until it leaked out to the press, and lately the team had been in the tabloids more often than not, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for that. Currently, people cared as much about the team owner as much as they cared about the baseball team itself. Also, I knew the team didn't like me very much, and that Edward wasn't in the best position with some of the teammates. I was sure this was only going to make it worse.

I left early that morning, wanting to come in before the rest of the team.

I sat at my desk, trying to think of something to do, but realized that I was pretty much workless today. That meant I would probably spent most of the day watching the team once all the drug tests were done.

I groaned and dropped my head into my hands. I had totally forgotten about Jasper and his maybe druggie status. Stupid Edward and his distracting lips… and hands.

I heard a knock on the door. "Come in."

Perfect. More for me to be annoyed about. "Are you ready to do the next round of drug tests?" Mike asked.

"Why are you asking me? It's not like I'm going to be in there," I growled.

"You did tell me to make sure everything ran by you, didn't you?" He smirked, and I could see his gaze drop down to where I had left a few of the buttons on my shirt unbuttoned.

"Leave!" I snapped.

He bounced out, and I heard a smack.

"Sorry," I heard my favorite voice say.

"Suck it, Cullen."

I bit my lip in anticipation of him. He swung into the room and then closed the door, locking it. He stood in front of the door and stuck his hands inside his pockets, swaying shyly. "I missed you."

I laughed and stood up to walk over to him. "I missed you, too."

He smiled. "Good; I wouldn't want to think that you had already moved on."

"Never," I said and wrapped my arms around his neck.

He pecked me quickly on the lips, sweetly but shortly. I made a small whining sound.

He laughed at my pout. "I'm sorry, baby."

He placed his arms around my waist and gave me a slow, tender kiss.

"Much better," I said.

He laughed. "I agree."

"Isabella!" Mike was knocking on the door.

"What do you want?" I asked, aggravated.

He tried to open the door from the other side. "The doors locked."

"I know; I did that so you couldn't come in!" I said angrily.

Edward laughed, and I covered his mouth with my hand.

"But I need to tell you about the tests results," he whined.

"Did you find anything?" I asked.

"Well… no."

"Then go; I'm very busy," I said.

Edward nodded and then slipped my index finger into his mouth, sucking it. I moaned as my finger scraped against his teeth. Edward pushed us back against the desk and practically knocked the stuff over. His mouth released my finger with a pop and instead started to kiss his way up my arm… very slowly. I gulped as he made it to my elbow and back to my neck.

He growled lowly and looked up at me. "Where's the mark?"

"Concealer," I whispered, practically dying from want.

He huffed out a puff of air from his nose, reminding me slightly of a dragon but also severely turning me on.

I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his lips onto mine, and he eagerly pushed his tongue into my mouth. His hands skimmed down to my ass and picked me up to place me on the desk, making practically everything on my desk spill over.

I ground my hips into his. "Fuck," he moaned.

I reached down and began to unbutton his shirt, but soon got impatient and just ripped the shirt open on the last few buttons. I ran my hand along his chest, and he lifted my leg from under my knee and hitched it up against his hip.

His face lowered onto my chest as he began peppering kisses along the swell of my breast. My head fell back, and I arched myself into him.

"I want you so much," he mumbled against my ear.

I grabbed his hair and pulled it lightly. "Take me." I began to suck on his ear.

He moaned, and his hips rocked into mine. "Not here, baby; later."

I let go of his ear, and he leaned up to kiss my forehead. "I have to go to practice," he said roughly.

I bit my bottom lip, and he unlocked the door and left. I felt the sting of tears in my eyes at his rejection.

I went over and picked up all the things that had fallen over. If only I could've picked up the pieces of my heart.

EPOV

I left Bella's office with a serious hard on. I looked at my watch, and noticed I had ten minutes left before practice officially started.

It was time for a cold shower.

After a two minute shower, since I had actually taken one this morning, I quickly dried off and got dressed again.

"So what did or who did you do this weekend?" I heard Jacob ask as I walked into the locker room.

"I didn't do anyone." It was Emmett.

"What about that sweet chick I saw you take home?" I walked over to my locker to see Emmett looking aggravated towards Jacob. "You don't run all the bases with her," he laughed. "She looked the type."

The next second, Emmett had Jacob pinned against a locker. "Take it back," he growled.

Jacob eyes widened, but he didn't seem to want to back down. What was he? An idiot?

"No. In fact, I'm pretty sure I banged her last week; she did look familiar," Jacob taunted.

Emmett yelled in rage, and everyone else in the locker room, including myself, was too scared to move. "Last chance; take it back before I beat you so hard you will be a permanent part of this floor."

Jacob scoffed. "I'd like to see you try."

Emmett pulled Jacob off of the locker before slamming him back in with a yell of rage.

"Emmett!" I cried, and Jasper and I took off trying to pull him off. This could get him automatically expelled from the team.

"What's going on?" Mike shouted and came in to get Emmett off Jacob.

"Say it again!" Emmett dared him. "I'll kill you!" He was panting angrily, and Jasper was holding him back and attempting to calm him down.

"You five, in Ms. Swan's office! NOW!" Mike shouted and pushed us all in there.

I sighed. Was it only about ten minutes ago that Bella and I were molesting each other on her desk?

After quickly explaining what had happened and having calmed Emmett down, she decided on what to do.

"Alright, Jacob, you're being suspended for two weeks, and you're on probation for the rest of the season. Emmett, you're suspended for the rest of the week, and can come back on Monday." Emmett nodded. "Everyone else can get back to practice." Everyone but Jacob and I left.

"That's not fair!" he cried. "He started the fight!"

"Well, you should think about that next time you decide to degrade my sister," she growled and slammed her hands into the desk.

He huffed angrily and mumbled something under his breath before leaving. He was lucky that I didn't slam him into the wall and repeat what Emmett had done to him.

"Go get checked out by the doctor!" she called.

I closed the door after him, but she didn't look up from her desk. "So, you want to go out for dinner tonight?"

She let out a sigh. "I have to work late."

"Oh," I said, shocked. "What about tomorrow?"

"I'll probably be busy then, too; I have to draw up the paper work for Emmett and Jacob's little romp around the locker room," she said.

"Then, I guess I'll pick you up around five on Wednesday, unless you want to just leave from here?" I asked, slightly glum. Was she trying to avoid me?

"Mhm."

"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," she mumbled and got up to file something in the cabinet. "You can just pick me up on Wednesday."

I scoffed. "Well, if this is how you're going to behave, then I'm not so sure that I should." I crossed my arms across my chest.

"Fine," she snapped. "Then don't take me." She slammed the cabinet door shut.

I growled. Didn't she understand? I wanted to take her to meet my parents! "Bella, why are you being like this?"

She shook her head. "Never mind. Just leave. I don't want to talk anymore. This was obviously a mistake."

"What? No!" I said and walked over to her and pressed her against the filing cabinet. I loved having her every curve pressed against me, making it feel like she fit perfectly with me. "Why are you acting like this?"

She rubbed her nose. "It's okay. I'm giving you an out; just take it."

"I don't want an out," I growled angrily. I hated that she wouldn't just tell me what was wrong. "I want you."

"No, you don't," she said, and I could see her eyes watering. "If you did, you wouldn't have left this morning."

I laughed. That was what this was about. "Baby," I said, lifting her chin with my finger to get her to look at me. "I left this morning because I didn't want our first time to be on your office desk."

She rolled her eyes.

"First of all, anyone could've walked in. Second, it would've been uncomfortable. Third, I didn't want you to think I was only in this for sex. And fourth, I didn't just want it to be a random fuck. Trust me"—I smirked—"we will have those"—I kissed her check—"but I didn't want that for our first time." I kissed her other cheek. "I wanted our first time to be slow"—I kissed her nose—"tender"—I kissed her forehead—"tempting"—I kissed her eyelid—"and scream-filled." I kissed the other eyelid. I moved to her ear. "If we did it here, it couldn't have been any of those things, and when we do make love for the first time, I want to be able to hear you scream those beautiful lungs out."

She moaned and pressed her forehead into my shoulder.

I could feel myself harden all through my speech at the thought of being with her. "Don't ever doubt that I find you sexy, tempting, and striking." I reached down and gripped her ass tightly and pushed her core into my erection. I moaned as I felt her soaking through her pants. "Damn, baby."

"You're the only one who makes me that wet," she whispered huskily into my ear. She ran her nail along the rim of my zipper. I grabbed her hand and kissed her palm.

"Not here. Later," I mumbled and kissed her ear. "My house?"

She shook her head. "No. Mine."

I growled at the thought of being with her on her bed. I had yet to see it, but I could only imagine, and I had been imagining, imagining that it was seductive and sophisticated like her.

I regretfully pushed away from her. I turned around to go to practice, only to have her slap my ass. "Get to practice," she said. She held her nail seductively in between her teeth.

"Yes, ma'am," I growled.

--

"Edward," Jasper said as we waited in line to go take our drug tests.

"Hm?" I asked.

"I need you to do me a really big favor." He whispered with wide eyes.

"Anything." I said. "You're one of my best friends."

BPOV

I walked out onto the field later that day to watch the team practice after I had… dried off a little bit.

I snorted. More like to see Edward practice…

I was still unaware of how he wanted us to work, but for now, I decided not to say anything and wait until later to talk about it, amongst do other things.

As I rounded up to the water cooler, I saw James and Laurent talking to each other.

"You do know who it was that Emmett got so pissed about, right?" James asked.

They had yet to notice me.

"No, who?" Laurent asked with his accent that always made me think that he should be in Pirates of the Caribbean.

"Swan's sister."

"No," he scoffed.

"Yep." James nodded.

"Didn't we discuss this already? I thought none of us were supposed to date the girls. Wasn't it like basically going against the team or something?"

"Yeah, but apparently Emmett doesn't care. Jacob didn't know who it was, though. He was just being a dick, but he knows that we don't like those girls; they're frigid bitches who think that because their daddy owned the team and left it to them, they can take control and make us spoke models or something. Well, they got something else coming," James said.

For the second time that day, I felt like crying. Why the hell was I doing this again? Oh, right, because my dad wanted it.

"I heard that the girls weren't even supposed to get the team," Laurent said. "No one knows who else was, but it definitely wasn't them."

I shook my head and started walking back. Then, I got an idea. I walked into the middle of the field and asked the coach, Aro, to give us all a minute. He agreed and left the field, but not before calling everyone over to me.

"Alright, listen," I said, placing my hands on my waist. "I know you all don't like me, and I'm sorry that you don't." Edward looked at me with a worried expression. "But you all need to learn that I"—I pointed towards myself—"am your boss. What I say goes, and if I keep hearing about you all disrespecting me, then I won't hesitate to get rid of you."

They all rolled their eyes.

"Alright, I'll tell you what," I said and looked around. "If I can hit three balls out of the park"—I saw Edward smirk as he remembered what I had told him the other night—"you have to follow my rules. If not, then I'll loosen up on them," I said.

The boys, all but Edward, smirked. They assumed I couldn't do it. "Deal," James said. "I pitch, sweet thing."

I saw Edward freeze. I knew he didn't like how other men acted around me. I didn't mind, though; I found his behavior… arousing.

He walked up to me. "Are you sure?"

I nodded.

He sighed. "Are you aware that if James makes one vulgar move, I'll have to make him a part of the core of the Earth?"

I nodded again. "I wouldn't mind seeing that."

I walked over to first base as James walked to the pitcher's mound. "You ready, baby?" he asked.

I nodded.

He threw the first pitch effortlessly, and I hit it without even trying. Jasper whispered as it went over the gate and into the parking lot.

"Beginner's luck!" James yelled. "I'm not giving you an easy throw this time."

I yawned. "Go ahead."

I saw the muscles flex as he tried to throw it as hard as he could, not making it look effortless this time. I hit it and knocked it into the parking lot.

James grinded his teeth. "Don't worry, baby, once you don't make this, I'll buy you dinner."

I growled angrily. He was really pissing me off. He threw the last ball and made it almost easy to throw it out into the parking lot. I heard a car alarm ring.

"Twenty bucks; that's James's car!" Jasper called.

I laughed as all the other guys handed him money.

I leaned on the bat. "Tell you what, baby"—I smirked—"if I hit this one, I'll take you out to dinner."

He smiled at this revelation. He threw another pitch at me, and I hit the ball, aiming it perfectly… but not towards the parking lot.

The ball hit his groin, and he doubled over in pain. He screamed, "Ah, you bitch!"

I shrugged. "Whoops, no dinner, I guess."

I threw the bat over my shoulder and walked away.

Edward stopped me in the hallway by gripping my hips. "Now, that was extremely sexy."

"Later," I giggled.

--

Later, I changed quickly into a dark blue strapless dress, knowing that Edward loved that color on me. I had decided on ordering in some Chinese, not really interested in cooking tonight. Edward had gone home earlier to change his clothes, and to, hopefully, bring some more of his own.

Rosalie, angry with me for suspending Emmett, had gone to his to comfort him.

The door bell rang, and I slipped on my flip flops and ran to the door.

"Hi," I said, completely out of breath, when I opened the door.

"Hey," he replied, looked down at me, and I could see him gape at me.

I laughed.

"Wow," he said. He gulped. He was wearing a white button down shirt—he had apparently noticed my likeness for them—and a pair of jeans. I also noticed his light stubble; he hadn't shaved. That was hot. I purred involuntarily and pulled him to me by his collar.

"You are so sexy when you do that," he growled, and kissed me. "What you did today was so hot," he mumbled and reached behind me for my zipper.

"Can't you at least wait until we get upstairs?" I laughed.

He shook his head.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Not for food," he said, looking up at me with lust in his eyes.

I giggled. "Me neither."

Ok, so around there it was kind of lagging, and if you want the rest of that night let me know, if not I'll just go straight to the next day. And if the dinnner with the parents isn't in the next chapter it'll be in the one after.

Other than that, I think we're good, so REVIEW!

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