When my breathing came back to me, I noticed that Emmett and I were face-to-face lying on the bed. His eyes were closed and his hands

were still around her waist, which would probably be the only reason my brain cells were working. They were lying too close for her to see all of

him but the images of him stripping for her were imprinted in my mind. 0

On a scale of one to ten, 1 being the Hunchback of Notre Damn and 10 being Vin Diesel in the Fast and the Furious, Emmett Cullen was a

twenty with great potential to increase that score. But Rose didn't think that inviting a fun guy for no strings, buddy sex for someone who could

set you off like a rocket with just a touch.

Another theory occurred to her. Rosalie thought about maybe they got each other out of their systems. As if that theory refuted

everything, Rose felt Emmett penis probing for entrance and her legs were traitors as she felt then opening up to him to give him better access.

One had even moved over his thigh. She would have moved back, she was sure of it if he hadn't opened his eyes and gripped her waist. "Going

somewhere?"

"I…no?" She couldn't go anywhere. Not when his fingers and those light blue eyes, with golden irises were boring into me.

He moved his hips forward, to let her know how hard he was getting. "Good."

She almost protested when his hands moved from her waist but stopped when she saw him getting another condom from the nightstand. "I'm

not done with you yet."

"Good." She managed to say before he moved her onto her back and between her legs. He framed her face with is hands and brushed his lips,

like a whispered touch over hers. "In fact, were just getting started."

And believe me, Emmett Cullen was definitely a man of his words.

Emmett put down the marker after putting the finishing touches on the sketch he made and stepped back. The whiteboard took up most

of all the space in his office. He just finished the sketch of the floor plan of the churches rectory, parking lot and surrounded street. This was his

"thinking room" were he got away from the chaos and details of whatever case he was working on at that time. He thought that if he couldn't be

there in person at the scene then at least he could mentally be there.

He walked over to a speaker box and pressed the button and on low, then there was a soft jazz saxophone coming out. The office only

had the essentials that he needed, a desk, chair, a small sofa (only because he thought better when he was laying down.) and a big picture on

the wall of the sea in Greece. The photo helped him think. He didn't understand it. Rosalie Hale was… Emmett ran his hand through his hair. He

didn't know what she was. Look at her like a case and review the facts.

Rosalie Hale was a rich girl; on the other hand she did open her own catering business and seemed to determine to make it a success. His

father would like her, Emmett thought. He knew his father didn't like that none of his sons wanted to take over the Poseidon. What he knew

about her firsthand was that she was a bossy person and she was very smart. She even figured out that I had some personal interest in the

case. He wasn't comfortable with the fact that he was transparent to her. He reached for his coffee mug, found it was empty and swore under his

breath. He couldn't seem to figure her out. She needed a keeper and he had been handpicked for the job. A man would have to be crazy not to

think about getting involved with a woman like that. Emmett was stunned at were his thoughts were going. He couldn't be thinking seriously in

serious terms because he already broken one of his rules by becoming "sex-buddies" with her.

Whatever was going on in his head, whatever was between him and Rosalie had "temporary" written all over it. They were both from two

different worlds. They both wanted different things. She didn't even like him. As soon as Snake Eyes was in custody she's go her way and he'd go

his.

While he was stewing over this, he would-be killer was planning his next move and the police were already making there case against

Jacob Black. He swore again but this time at himself. By some twist of fate, she was still alive. If he wanted her to stay that way, he needed to

stay towards the plan and do his job. He picked up his recorder and focused on the whiteboard.

A/N: I know it's not as long as I would have liked this chapter to be but I told you I'd get it out to you guys. I hope you guys like the 'Aftermath'