Most Girls
There are two types of girls in this world, one who wears cute clothes and always has their hair up and makeup done. And the ones who wear sweat pants, tennis shoes and throw their hair up without a care in the world and no makeup on their faces.
Sometimes these girls are friends, and sometimes one attracts more men than the other, and sometimes they help each other out in conquering the male species.
In Seattle, Washington there is a pair of friends that fit this description perfectly.
Rosalie Hale is a beautiful blonde with a mouth on her that only a special guy can appreciate, she wears makeup every day and dresses to kill. Her best friend Isabella Swan is a gorgeous brunette who doesn't put much effort into her appearance but is smart and funny all the same.
Rosalie has crystal blue eyes and an hourglass figure any woman would kill for, she and Bella grew up together and she has always tried to get Bella to embrace her beauty and dress for her body type.
Bella has deep brown eyes that captivate any man and a gorgeous slender figure with the perfect soft curves that all guys want to caress. She knows how to dress herself up but chooses not to because she simply does not see the point. "If a guy wants to be with me, he will want me for me and not how I make myself appear," Bella says to Rosalie constantly.
Today Rose is knocking on Bella's door at nine p.m. to take her to a bar near their apartment building.
"Come on B! Shake a leg," Rose yelled as she banged on the door with an open palm.
She was wearing a short black dress with a deep v and spaghetti strap, it showed off her long milky legs-making them look even longer; and black studded six-inch heels. Her blonde locks curled to perfection and cascading down her back, her makeup done perfectly and lips a deep shade of red.
As she was about to bang on the door again it swung open to reveal her longtime best friend, who did not look ready to party.
"Seriously?" Rose gave her a disdained look as she surveyed the nurse scrubs her friend was still sporting.
"Don't start with me Ro, I just got home like five seconds ago." Bella huffed in exasperation, turning to head back into the apartment. Leaving the door open to let Rose follow, knowing she would want to give her opinion on her clothing choice for the night.
"Long day huh?"
"You have no idea, so don't expect makeup and all that shit."
"At least put something nice-looking on and I won't push for makeup or your hair being done."
Rose sing-songed as she followed Bella into her master bedroom. She sat down on the large fluffy bed that she was so jealous of, as Bella walked into her closet to get dressed. Bella was an ER nurse and so when she slept, she needed a good night's rest, when she got the chance to sleep that is.
"Fine, jeans and a V-neck it is."
Rose suppressed the groan that she so desperately wanted to release, knowing her friend was more than likely spent from the day and that was better than sweats. It was the nicest she would get for the night, so she would just have to take it for what it was. Bella could rock it anyway, Rose thought to herself.
"Good with me."
Bella walked out then, dark jeans that hugged her legs tightly and showed off the rounded curve of her ass and accentuated her wide hips. She wore a navy V-neck that showed her cleavage just enough to make you wonder and a pair of Birkenstock sandals.
Her hair was cascading down her back in messy waves, it pulled the whole look together, along with her square rimmed glasses that she rarely took off.
"I'm guessing I can't persuade you to wear contacts, can I?" Rose asked hopefully as she stood, but that hope was dashed as Bella simply shook her head no.
"Let's go before I change my mind and go to bed." Bella yawned while grabbing her phone and keys, escorting Rose out of the apartment.
Thirty minutes later the pair found themselves at a local bar/club that opened a few weeks prior, they had been meaning to go ever since it opened but hadn't had the chance because of how busy it had been.
Tonight, they were on the VIP list, so they were for sure getting in. Rose talked Bella's ear off the entire way there and being the good friend Bella is she paid as much attention as possible, nodding and agreeing at all the right times.
There was a line all the way around the block when the girls finally made it to 'Eclipse', girls in tiny dresses, barely-there clothing, and guys gawking and cat-calling to every girl they held a fancy for. Including Bella and Rosalie as they walked by the line, walking towards the front where all the VIP's got in first.
The pair just ignored them, pretending they were too caught up in their conversation to notice. They only noticed the hot ones, the ones that they wouldn't mind sticking their tongues down their throats.
"Rosalie and Bella."
Rose purred to the bouncer, fluttering her eyelashes for good measure. Bella suppressed an eye roll and laugh as she watched her friend, she was a big-time flirt. Always had been, always would be.
"Go right on in ladies, VIP lounge is on the top level."
"Thank you." Rose sent the guy a wink as they walked through the door, Bella could have sworn the guy had cursed under his breath as he watched them walk by.
Things like that happened often when this pair got together, a lot of staring, cat-calls, and whispered profanities trailed behind them everywhere they went. All in good and lustful ways.
Men were such horn dogs. But the girls never paid it any attention, they were used to it by now, especially with each of their appearances.
Rose had the big boobs and tiny waist, Bella had almost as big of boobs and a nice plump but round ass with wide hips and a small waist. Bella was what most would call 'thick' while Rose would be called a supermodel.
But the pair was dynamite when they went out, although Rose often complained when Bella didn't dress to kill each time.
She gave her crap all the time, but she had to give her some credit. For a trauma nurse working fifty-six to eighty-hour shifts weekly, she looks damn good and keeps in perfect shape.
"What can I get for you beautiful ladies?" the bartender asked them with a sly smirk, unabashedly checking the duo out as he tended to them over all other patrons who had more than likely been waiting for an hour or more to get their drinks.
Another perk of being beautiful and having big boobs. At least that was what Rosalie kept telling Bella.
"I'll have a dirty martini and she'll have a scotch on the rocks."
"My kind of woman." The blue-eyed bartender with the boyish grin commented before walking over to make their drinks. Sending a wink Bella's way as he went, yeah in your dreams buddy.
Bella simply rolled her eyes and took a seat on the barstool, surveying the club as her best friend stood close by her side already talking up the guy to her right. Bella paid them no attention as she watched the people in the club.
Girls all over the place wearing barely-there clothing dresses so short you could almost see their lady bits if they bent over just enough, crop tops so short they should be considered a bra, and some who were wearing just a bra and no shirt. Heels so high you could see the tops of people's heads as they walked by, Bella loved dressing up and wearing her heels but this. This was so much extra that she did not need, she didn't need to dress up like this one night a week-or however many times; to make herself feel good and or to find a man.
Especially, to find a man, Bella wanted to find a man who would love her for who she was not because of how she dressed.
Rosalie always told her it couldn't hurt to make herself up a little bit extra every once in a while. She just didn't always have time to do that though.
Bella looked at her long-time best friend, who everyone believed to be a model, that was the outside that everyone else got to see. Bella knew the truth, the beauty queen was actually a foul-mouthed, fun-loving, and football watching mechanic.
Just goes to show you, you can't judge a book by its cover.
When people look at Bella, they see a thick woman who doesn't try hard on her appearance because she is beautiful enough. They probably think that she is one of those girls who doesn't need to dress up, but on the inside, Bella is just like every other girl.
She cries at the sappy romance movies, dresses up once a week for a nice dinner, and every so often she pulls out the evening gown for a gala or fundraiser. She loves to make herself look pretty, but she'd rather wear jeans or sweats than a dress.
She didn't have to try hard, she didn't like to. She was the typical book worm who sometimes drank too much wine, and then she was the kind of girl who drank a lot of scotch which seemed to shock most people. She was hardcore, she liked football, baseball, and hockey and would cheer louder than most of the men would in the stands.
"Here you are ladies, enjoy."
"Thanks." Rose murmured as she took her drink, still talking up muscles.
Rolling her eyes Bells snatched up her drink, skillfully crumpling the napkin with the bartenders' number on it so he didn't see as she slipped from the barstool. Heading for a nearby booth that had just been vacated and cleaned.
Thank god, a club that can clean off tables right away.
Bella thought as she sat down, shocked that Rose was right behind her. She figured Rose would still be talking up the muscles from the bar.
"It's girls' night, I'm here to hang out with you, not guys. Although, I may end up going home with Mr. blue eyes with the muscles."
"You're such a slut." She rolled her eyes at her best friend, knowing she was mostly joking.
The guy was just her type though and Bella knew that well, her friend always went for the hot muscle guys who usually turned out to be jerks.
The girls talked, chatting it up about their week and enjoying one another's company while also watching the people around them and gossiping as two friends do.
*O*O*O*
On the second floor in the VIP lounge, the three owners stood by the railing looking over their overly successful club. They were proud of their work, they had been open for a month now and business couldn't be better.
"Things are looking good guys, made a good investment," Garrett said with a satisfied smile as he gripped the rails.
He was the lawyer of the group, he took care of all the legal stuff for the club, while also juggling a full-time career as a defense attorney. But, opening a night club and bar with his long-time best friends had been a dream of his since he was a kid, so when the two brothers came to him with this he couldn't let the opportunity pass.
"I tried to tell you, man." The tall muscular one of the group said while slapping his hand down on Garrett's shoulder, shaking him gently for effect.
"Emmett, cut it out," Garrett said while brushing him off, shaking his head at his overbearing friend.
The guy was a giant, but those blue eyes and big arms were enough to get the ladies going.
"Em leave Garrett alone, he had a right to be skeptical. I was too, but we did a good job."
Emmett's younger brother chimed in, Edward was the brains of this operation. He knew how to please people and make sure they had a good time. He was also a lady's man like his brother, with green eyes and bronze-colored hair that looked like he'd pulled his hands through it all day long.
"Exactly, I was the only one that knew from the beginning this was going to be a hit. Now that we have everything solidified and it's going well, we can look for some ladies."
Garrett rolled his eyes at the big goof, he'd already been talking up a blonde at the bar and now he was trolling for more. That's Emmett. He was about to make a smart remark when something caught his eye.
He looked closer to see a beautiful brunette walking towards a table in the smaller VIP section downstairs. Her hair went down to her waist, it cascaded in messy waves, her skin practically glowed under the lights as she glided across the floor in her sandals.
Garrett couldn't help but chuckle at this, he'd never seen someone so dressed down in a club before. It was refreshing to see her jeans and V-neck. He could see her cleavage popping out of the top of the navy shirt, her glasses were slipping off her nose as she sat down with her glass.
"Yo! G-man, back to planet earth!" Emmett smacked his shoulder to further get his attention, effectively annoying Garrett and even Edward who rolled his eyes at his brothers' antics.
"Dude, what?" he asked out of annoyance, looking angrily at his friend. He didn't want to miss the brown-haired goddess, what he wouldn't do to see the color of her eyes.
"Who are you starin' at so hard?" he asked with an excited glint in his eye, trying to survey the floor before them.
"If you have to know, it's the brunette sitting with the blonde you were talking up at the bar."
Emmett looked around for a few minutes before his eyes landed on their table, his eyes got as big as saucers when he spotted the pair. Even Edward gave an appreciative glance to the pair before looking away, he wasn't interested. He had a girl, the lucky bastard. Garrett hadn't been in a real relationship in over three years, and boy was he itching for a serious relationship with that perfect girl.
"Hey, you take the brunette, I'll take the blonde. She definitely looks like your type G-man."
It took two seconds, two more seconds than it should have, for the resounding smack on the back of Emmett's head. Anytime he said something out of order, or stupid, Edward or I would smack him good upside the head, thank god Edward beat me to this one.
"Hey, Jimmy," Garrett yelled to one of the bartenders in the lounge, he came to his side right away.
"What's up boss?" the long-haired twenty-three-year-old asked, following Garrett's line of sight as he'd never taken his eyes off the pretty brunette whose name he wished he knew.
"Send a scotch on the rocks to table three downstairs, she looks like she could use another."
Garrett spoke strong and sure of himself, he was confident in everything he did. And he was sure that he'd have this girl's name and number by the end of the night.
"Should I give her a message too, boss?" Jimmy asked with a smirk as he turned partially towards the bar, keeping his upper half facing his favorite boss. This was the first time he'd had to send a drink for Garrett, Emmett did it all the time and it got old for all the bartenders.
That's saying something since they hadn't been open too long. They took turns sending them for him at this point.
"Tell her it's from a secret admirer."
Jimmy nodded before turning to go and make that drink, so he could get it down to her quickly. Garrett never took his eyes off the girl as Jimmy made the drink, he was entranced, it was like she had put a spell on him.
Every time she laughed at something extra funny she would throw her head back and nearly knock over her glass with only ice in it. What he wouldn't do to hear that laugh, at one point he found himself leaning a little too far over the rail to try and get a listen to her voice, Emmett had to grab him and pull him back to a safe distance.
He was never fazed, his two friends murmured over him as they watched him watch her. But he didn't care, although the club was loud with dubstep and dance mixes, he still tried to overhear her.
He watched intently, as did the other two, as Jimmy headed down to the small VIP section where the lovely brunette and her friend were sitting. Garrett found himself gripping the rails tighter with anticipation.
"Excuse me miss, this is for you. On the house, from a secret admirer." Bella looked up to see a young waiter standing beside her holding her drink of choice after a long and hard day at work.
"Well, thanks. Who is it from?" she asked, taking the drink in a stupor.
Rosalie was gawking at them, surprised at the guys' boldness. No one had ever been man enough to approach this pair before, and if they did they were drunker than they'd thought.
The waiter didn't say a word, he turned his head and nodded up to the VIP lounge on the second floor. Bella followed his gaze to see three men standing at the railing, she knew instantly which one had sent her the drink.
He was tall, lean and from what she could tell, muscular. The ways his arm muscles rippled as he tightened his grip on the rails, he nodded his head at her, a lazy grin on his chiseled face as he watched her.
"Tell him Bella said thank you." Jimmy nodded and headed back upstairs.
She tipped the glass up towards the stranger, sending him a saucy grin and wink for good measure. She couldn't let herself be the only one all hot and bothered, because if she was being honest with herself. She was sweating a little bit, and not because there were a lot of people in here.
"Oh, my G-spot, Bells."
Bella choked slightly, caught off guard by her friend's outburst that she should be used to by now.
"What?"
"Do you know who those three guys are?" Rose asked, she had crazy eyes, so Bella wasn't sure if she wanted to ask. So, she merely shook her head no.
"Those are the owners; shit I was talking up one of the owners to the club and you just got sent a drink by another one."
Bella rolled her eyes, there was no way she could know those guys were the owners, maybe they were just standing there to get a better view. Okay, yeah that sounds dumb.
"How do you know that?" she asked, not wanting to admit defeat yet.
"Because one of my friends that has been coming here since they opened told me that they stand there, every night for at least an hour to make sure things down here are running smoothly. Sometimes they are more relaxed but that is always where they stand." Rose was nearly bouncing out of her seat with excitement.
"Okay Rose, I'll take your word for it." Bella looked down at the time, noting it was well past midnight and she had yet to get any sleep.
Her shoulders sagged instantly, she had wanted to get the guys number before she left. She looked back up at the balcony, but he wasn't there just his two buddies.
Well that sucked, she thought before taking a few more sips of her drink. Reveling in the way it felt as it slipped down her throat, she was about to call it a night when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Excuse me, I'm Garrett one of the owners. I hope you ladies are enjoying yourselves."
Bella looked at the strong hand on her shoulder and let her eyes travel up his arm, all the way to the owner of it. He was more gorgeous up close than from afar, it also helped that she could see his face now.
His jaw was strong, his face was angular with sharp features. His hair was long and brown, it curled all over the place on the ends, it was pushed back out of his face and you could see a small man bun at the crown of his head. His silver eyes pierced her very soul as their eyes locked.
She watched intently as he licked his bottom lip that was plumper than the top one. She wanted to be the one to lick it, and maybe bite it a little bit.
"Bella, right?" his rough voice asked, picking through her subconscious thoughts easily and bringing her back to planet earth instantly.
"Um, yeah sorry. You kinda caught me off guard there."
"My apologies, I just. I saw you and I couldn't take my eyes off you, I wanted to know if you'd like to get a drink with me. Maybe talk?"
He smiled at her and she knew she was a goner, Rosalie had to kick her under the table to get her to snap out of it this time. Bella shot her friend a quick glare before turning back to the Adonis before her.
"I'd love to Garrett, but I just saw the time and I need to be getting home. I'm a nurse and I've been up for a long time and I need to get some sleep before my next shift in like five hours. I'm sorry," she paused, noting the disappointment in his eyes, but could tell he wasn't going to let it phase him.
"Could I get a raincheck then? Maybe dinner instead?" he perked up then as she stood, she barely reached his shoulders in height, which she noticed were well-toned, just like his chest she was now staring at.
"I think that will make up for it. Can I give you my number?" he asked politely, not taking his eyes off hers.
"Only if I can give you mine." This caused Garrett's heart to quicken, he knew then that this woman would keep him on his toes.
And he loved it.
"Go for it," he said before they exchanged phones, typing in one another's number and assigning their names to it.
"I look forward to your text Bella,"
"And I yours, Garrett."
He shivered as she purred his name, but he couldn't let her get the last up, so he took her small hand in his much larger one and kissed the back of it. Noting her quick intake of breath as his silent victory.
"Have a safe trip home."
This time she could only nod as she watched him walk away and back upstairs to his friends.
Bella was at a loss for words as she watched his toned ass walk up the stairs if it were possible she was already in love with the man. Either way, she had a newfound fondness of his ass. It was so nice and taught, she wanted to bounce a quarter off it, and one day she might.
Okay Bella, time to go home and get in bed. She thought to herself as she shook her head, realizing just how much she had drunk and how badly she needed to get some sleep.
"Come on B, his ass will still be there next time." Rose snorted as she looped arms with her friend, leading her out and swaying her hips a little extra for the burly owner who she'd been talking up at the bar.
She knew he was watching as they left because she may or may not have looked over her shoulder to make sure. And sure enough, he was, practically drooling and almost falling over the rails.
Rose smiled gratefully, her best friend needed a good man in her life, and this Garrett seemed like a serious contender.
As they walked down the street the two friends mulled over their night at the club, their new favorite club to be exact. And while the overall club was amazing, it was mainly the two owners that made them enjoy it that much more.
They gossiped over how hot the guys were and how much they wanted to lick their stomachs, and all over their bodies. They leaned on one another, laughed until they cried and eventually dropped onto Bella's couch to continue their musings.
After an hour or so Rose fell asleep, but Bella was wide awake sadly and so she sat up watching late-night TV after covering her friend with a blanket and grabbing one for herself. She sprawled out on the loveseat adjacent to the couch and scrolled through her social media account to try and make herself tired.
She hadn't been scrolling long when she received a notification, a smile lighting up her face when she read the name.
'A secret Admirer' she thought it was cute because of the name she had put on his phone.
Hey beautiful stranger, still up by chance? -Garrett
Her heart fluttered as she read the message, it hadn't even been a whole day and he already sent her a message. He must have taken a liking to her then, it made her feel good.
You're in luck, I haven't fallen asleep just yet. What's up? -Bella
Couldn't get you out of my head, if I'm being honest. When can we do dinner? I want to see you again. -Garett
Bella blushed as red as a tomato, her insides turned to mush, and she lost all rational thought for a solid minute or two before she shook it off and sent a cheeky reply.
Haven't even gone on a date yet and I already have you hooked I see. I'm off Saturday, pick me up at eight I'll send you my address. -Bella
She sent a winky face emoji for good effect, as she waited eagerly for his reply. It didn't take long as Garrett's eyes were also glued to his phone as he sat in his office at the club.
Can't wait. Sleep well, I'll see you soon. -Garrett
With a smile on her face and warmth in her heart, Bella settled in for the night. She couldn't wait to go on a date with Garrett, he was really attractive and so sweet. She'd never felt like this towards anyone, it was a first and she hoped it would work out.
Garrett smiled like an idiot as he set his phone down on his desk, he couldn't wait to take Bella out on a date. She made him feel something different, something he had never felt before.
She wasn't like most girls that were for sure. He's been around girls in clubs for years and now owning one he sees the same types of girls all the time, but this was the first time he had ever seen a girl like Bella.
She wore something that she was comfortable in, she didn't try to impress anyone. She was real, probably the first real girl he'd met in his life.
*O*O*O*
After Wednesday, the days seemed to move by so slowly for Bella and Garrett. They spent their time texting one another back and forth, every spare moment they could steal to text one another was golden.
Their days seemed to run together as they anticipated their date, Thursday turned into Friday and then Friday turned into Saturday. Bella spent her morning freaking out and trying to figure out what she should wear.
She'd sent Garrett her address, he knew where her complex was, and he'd told her they weren't going anywhere too fancy, but they were going somewhere nice where it wouldn't be too loud so that they could talk and get to know one another.
Bella appreciated that, but she wanted to dress up a little. He'd seen her looking decent that night at the club, but she wanted to show him her more spruced up look. To knock him off his feet.
So, with that thought in her mind, she set off to create the perfect date night outfit that Rosalie would be proud of. She didn't go on dates often, and usually, she just threw on something she thought would look nice and go with it.
She didn't feel like doing that to herself anymore, the way Garrett looked at her in the club lit a fire under her skin. If he looked at her while she was dressed down, imagine how he'd make her feel when she was dressed up.
Bella hadn't felt wanted or desired in a very long time, and not only was she chasing that feeling again. But she wanted to feel a sense of accomplishment within herself as well, she used to do her hair and makeup every day.
She looks beautiful without it, but it would make her feel a sense of pride because she was good at it. People would always fawn over her hair and makeup and it gave her joy, especially when people asked her to do it for them for prom or weddings.
It was something she enjoyed, and she's let that side of her slip away for far too long.
Bella wasn't just the plain jane that most people on the street thought her to be, even though that was not who she was. There was more to her than that, and it seemed like Garrett could see that in her.
Bella's mind was moving a mile a minute as she sifted through her closet when suddenly she found the perfect ensemble and all the noise stopped.
She'd nearly forgotten about the gorgeous burnt-orange bodycon dress and matching orange and plaid blanket scarf she'd paired with it once. While she looked at the dress, she thought instantly of the knee-high tan boots she could pair with the ensemble.
With a bright smile, she grabbed all the articles and sent a picture to Rosalie for approval and got an instant excited reply.
Once the outfit was decided she went off to her master bathroom to finish getting ready for her date. Applying light eyeshadow from her NAKED heat pallet, a thin line of black liner to each eye before topping it off with her beloved better than sex mascara.
She was growing increasingly nervous as the time ticked by, it was almost time for Garrett to pick her up.
"Okay Bella, get a grip."
She shook out her nerves as she pulled her hair out of the wrap she'd been wearing, her wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, stopping at her waist, in soft ringlet curls.
There was a knock on the door just as she finished slipping her right boot on, nearly tripping as she made her way to the door.
"Hey," she was breathless as she took him in, looking even sexier than she remembered him.
His hair was pulled back, it looked longer and curlier, his beard was trimmed perfectly, and he wore dark washed jeans, dress shoes and a button-up with a dark navy vest. Bella had to refrain herself from licking her lips. Because hot damn he was wearing glasses.
"I didn't know you wore glasses." Was her smart retort as he continued seizing her up, returning the favor for her obvious gawking.
He smiled that crooked grin that made her heart swell, thinking how cute her flustered demeanor was.
"Well hello to you too beautiful." He said smoothly while holding out a bouquet of assorted flowers.
"Sorry, I sometimes don't have a filter from my brain to my mouth." She rambled while taking the flowers and motioning for him to come in.
"That's more than okay with me, I like it when you don't have a filter. Makes things more interesting."
Bella was counting her lucky stars that she had her back to him right now as she filled a vase with water because her cheeks were on fire. She may or may not have been having flashbacks to some of their text messages, a perfect example of her lack of filter.
"Besides, I don't always wear my glasses like I'm supposed to. And I'd rather not spend our first date squinting at you because I can't focus."
"Oh, do you wear contacts and glasses?" she asked, making conversation as she grabbed her purse.
"I'd rather wear my glasses than contacts or go without as I usually do. The only time I wear my glasses consistently is when I'm working or in court."
"In court?" Bella asked curiously with a raised brow, why would he be in court?
"Oh yeah, I'm not just a part-owner of a night club I'm also a lawyer."
Her heart stopped beating out of her chest as he put his hand on her lower back to lead her out of the apartment.
"Wow, I never would have guessed that." And she hadn't, how would she?
"Yeah, I don't look the part, do I?" he joked light-heartedly as he watched her lock the door. A smile set perfectly on his face, he couldn't believe he was taking her out for dinner right now.
The confidence he held from the club was fading fast, he was unsure of himself and that was unlike Garrett.
"No, you don't. But I think that's a good thing." Her playful smile and wink were what Garrett needed to loosen up. He placed his hand on her lower back and pushed the down button for the elevator.
Feeling much lighter now.
"Is it corny if I said that I've been waiting all week for this?" Garrett found himself admitting as they stepped off the elevator.
"Not at all, I feel the same way."
She hit him with that breath-taking smile again, nearly knocking him off his feet as he opened the door for her, leading her towards his car that was parked on the street.
Bella couldn't help but roll her eyes, she should have expected it after he said he was a lawyer. But of course, the ostentatious car in front of her, was nothing she had expected out of Garrett, this ruggedly handsome manly-man.
"What?" he asked with a quirked brow as he opened the door of his blacked-out Mercedes G-wagon. It was his baby and he never minded spending a pretty penny on her.
"Nothing, it's just everything that I was and was not expecting."
"Oh Bella, there is much for you to learn. Wait until you see my other vehicle."
He said playfully as he helped her in, patting her soft round ass as she hopped up into the seat, enjoying the shocked smile on her face as he shut the door.
"It's gonna be a good night." He hummed while rounding the car, starting it remotely before hopping in beside an excited looking Bella.
*O*O*O*
They had dinner at a nice little Latin American restaurant in the heart of the city, it was a nice night, so they sat outside on the patio. Where there was a small band playing Latin music which Bella loved, Garrett had done his homework before their date.
Wanting to take her somewhere special, make the night memorable for her. It's why he picked the place; Bella had told him she was a quarter Latina and that she loved the music and the food of her mother's heritage.
It was that conversation that sent Garrett into action, his masterful plan coming together. He wanted to make their date something personal, something they could both enjoy.
And if the smile that lit up her gorgeous face as they pulled up to the curb of the building was any indication, then Garrett had made the right decision.
"You sure know how to impress a lady, huh Garrett?" she quirked a perfectly sculpted brow as Garrett sat down across from her.
"I don't know what you're talking about Miss Swan." He winked at her as the waiter took their drink order.
He ordered them a bottle of wine and the couple looked over the menu with playful grins. Bella was nervous, but the excitement of being here with him was bubbling up inside her. It squashed all of her worries and concerns.
Garrett could sense her nerves and grabbed her hand up in his from across the small table. He peeked at her to see her cheeks turn pink, she was biting her bottom lip as he drew circles on the back of her hand with his thumb.
They sat in blissful silence for another few minutes when the waiter came back with their wine and took their food order.
Bella ordered something that Garrett couldn't even pronounce, but she enunciated it perfectly with a slight accent as well. It had Garrett mesmerized as he distractedly ordered a torta, he'd decided to keep it simple.
In all reality, he was playing it safe because, it wasn't often he ate Latin food, and he didn't know what a lot of the things on the menu were.
"You don't eat Latin food often do you?"
"Authentically, no." he shook his head slightly, taking her hand in his again once the waiter was gone.
"Well, maybe our next date can be me cooking authentic Latin food for you. I even make my own tortillas." She added a saucy wink as she sipped her wine.
Garrett loved this playful side of Bella he was seeing, he enjoyed learning new things about her. He was more than infatuated with her, he wanted to know everything there was to know about her, he wanted to spend as much time with her as he possibly could.
But the one thing he hadn't stopped thinking of since he'd seen her the other night in the club, was kissing those beautifully plump lips of hers. He wanted to know what they tasted like; how soft they'd feel against his lips.
"I'd like that, maybe you could teach me so I can help."
"Let's see how tonight goes, then we'll set the next date."
"I can live with that." Garrett lifted her hand to his lips and brushed a soft kiss against her knuckles, making her blush deepen.
The rest of the night went on much like that, playful teasing, longing looks, sweet words and promises whispered across the table. At one point, Bella may have engaged him in a coy game of footsy.
They laughed, shared stories of their lives their careers, and any and everything.
The night cooled a lot more as it grew later after her second shiver Garrett decided it was time to leave the restaurant. He paid the bill, draped his jacket over her shoulders for extra warmth and headed to his car.
Bella couldn't help but lean close to him as they walked, she was drawn to him that was no secret. But if she were being honest, she never wanted this night to end. She enjoyed his company, his touch was electric, his piercing gaze made her heart flutter every time he looked at her.
And her hand in his sent chills up her spine and warmed her blood.
She was almost disappointed when they made it to the door of her apartment. It meant the night was ending, and Bella, nor Garrett, wanted that.
They stood there, Bella's back against her door and Garrett standing chest to chest with her. There was barely a breath of space between them, Garrett's hands had a mind of their own as they moved to grab her waist.
Bella's breath hitched and her heart sped up in her chest, Garrett was a little surprised by his actions, but it was too late to back out now. And if he was being honest, he didn't want to back out, he wanted to jump in headfirst with this girl.
She was everything he'd ever wanted.
He leaned in and it was electric, they both felt it as their lips collided and glided together in a dance of want and passion.
Bella's arms slid up around his neck, her fingers threading in his wavy hair.
Their bodies molded together, unable to get close enough as they leaned against the door. It was hard to breathe, the electricity flowed from his body to hers and back again. It was explosive.
"That was-"
"Everything I knew it would be." Bella finished for him, breathlessly.
Garrett laughed softly, his forehead against hers as he leaned against her. Her fingers still in his hair as they both recovered from their mind-blowing kiss. They were locked in an intense gaze, nothing else around them mattered.
"When can I see you again?" Garrett whispered against her forehead as he kissed her head.
"Whenever you want."
"Says the nurse," he chuckled, looking down at her. A dreamy smile on her face as he took a slight step back, his hands never leaving her body. He wanted as much physical contact as possible before he had to leave, she had to work in the morning, and he didn't want to keep her too long. She needed her sleep.
"I have a three day off rotation coming up on Monday. Maybe we can see each other then?"
Garrett's smile widened at the thought, although he had court on Tuesday morning, he could still spend time with her during her three days.
"I can work with that. Should I call you, or is it too soon?" He asked jokingly, making her laugh as she pushed him away to unlock her door.
"You'd better call me, because I don't know about you, but I want more than just a second date."
"Oh, you're not the only one trust me, Bella."
Once her door was open, she turned back to see that boyish grin she'd grown so fond of, he was the perfect guy.
"Next date won't be as formal; I've seen you in casual and now I've seen you in formal wear, I want to see all the sides you."
"There are many, you sure you're up for that counselor?" Garrett couldn't help but laugh at that, he was falling hard for her quick wit.
"Oh, I'm looking forward to it. Until next time?"
"I can't wait."
He leaned in for one last kiss, this one simple and sweet, leaving both of them wanting more as he pulled away.
"Sleep good, Bella. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Good night, Garrett. Be careful."
He waited until she shut the door and he heard the locks click in place before he headed toward the elevator. His lips tingled as he stepped on the elevator, he couldn't believe the night he'd just had. He felt like he was walking on air the whole way back to his car, Bella had him mesmerized and he was more than happy to be under her spell.
Bella's heart fluttered as she leaned against the back of her door, she was genuinely happy. She touched her lips, savoring the memory of his lips on hers, and unable to wait for the next time their lips would meet.
She couldn't believe that she'd met this incredible man in a night club, of all places she never expected meet someone in a night club. That was Rosalie's thing, not Bella's, but she was thankful for that night club.
If she hadn't gone with Rose that night, she may have missed out on an opportunity of a lifetime. Garrett.
As she was getting ready for bed her phone lit up with a text message that made her face lit up and her heart flutter even more than it already was.
I had an amazing time tonight; I can't wait to see you again. I miss having you in my arms already, I know it's soon. But I can see myself falling for you Bella. Sleep well and have a good morning at work. Until we see each other again.
Bella was at a loss for words as she laid back in bed, dreaming of his arms around her and his lips against her skin. She felt like a schoolgirl, all giddy and excited over a guy. It was a good feeling, something she hadn't felt in a very long time.
I'm more than excited to see you again, Garrett. Keep saying sweet things like that and I won't have any problems falling for you. Even though I already am, goodnight you sweet talker.
Bella fell asleep with that same smile on her face, the one of pure bliss that Garrett shared as he laid in bed still thinking of her. Ignoring all of the files that needed attention lying beside him, Bella was his only thought.
He hadn't felt like this in the longest time, and never of this magnitude. It made him excited.
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