AN: Again, please forgive the mix-up! Stop here and go back to the last three chapters, they've been replaced!
Chapter 14
B
All thoughts were forgotten as, slowly, my eyes adjusted to the semi-dark room before me. Looking around, I was impressed at how nice the place was. Inch by torturous inch, I moved further inside, running my fingers along the glossy tabletops and plush leather chairs as I went. If the décor was any indication, I should be pretty safe here.
"Well, hello there little lady," a voice booming voice sounded from behind me.
"Eek…" I jumped, grabbing a hold of my chest in an attempt to keep my heart from leaping out.
"Sorry, Shorty," the hulking man said. Raising his hands palms up, he chuckled heartily at the look of pure horror that was no doubt plastered on my face. "I didn't mean to scare you. I'm Emmett, by the way," he introduced himself, extending a beefy-looking hand in my direction.
Not the least bit intimidated by his hulking size, but comforted by his goofy smile, deep dimples, and teddy bear like ways, I placed my small hand in his only to have it swallowed by his oversized palm. "Uhh… Isabella, Isabella Swan," I replied in a small quiet voice. "But I prefer to be called Bella," I added as an afterthought.
Ignoring my preference completely, Emmett sauntered over to the bar and began fixing drinks. "So, short stack, what's a cute kid like you doing in a place like this?" he asked, placing what looked like a mouthwatering virgin piñacolada in front of me.
Irritated by his assumption, I mumbled, "I'm not a kid," just as I took a huge pull from the straw. The frothy, sweet concoction was heavenly as it danced across my taste buds.
Mmm... this is delicious!