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Day Four:

Part Two: In Which I Get A Date

I am nervous. I am more nervous than I have ever been in my life. I spent my afternoon on the phone with Alice, going through my entire closet, asking her to dress me. I've never asked for Alice to dress me for a date, so, I don't know why it's any different with Edward...especially since I plan on using it for business.

Alice shoots me a text as I sit anxiously in my car at the restaurant.

Alice-

Is he there, yet? Are you nervous?

I frown. I can't think about anything right now. I toss my phone in my clutch purse and roll my shoulders. I need to steel myself and wrench my car door open. My old, vintage truck, which definitely doesn't belong in this neighborhood. I've parked far enough down the street that I'm fairly certain that no one will know that I'm here for this place.

I'm just glad that my outfit was hand picked by Alice Cullen.

I catch sight of my outfit in the mirrored windows of the restaurant. My dress is dark blue velvet and falls to my knees in a flowing skirt. The neckline is low and sweetheart cut, showing off my cleavage. I topped it off with my giant black suede high heels. I took a deep breath and shook my head, making my curls bounce around my shoulders.

At least I look like I could belong here…

I take a deep breath and pull open the door. The moment I walk in, I'm out of my element. I bite my lip. What have I agreed to?

The restaurant is dimly lit, but the doesn't immediately stop me from noticing the beige and gold detailing throughout the entire building. They're complimenting everything with polished redwood, which make me feel like I am definitely in an expensive establishment. When I take everything in with the fact they have a full service bar that is basically the focal point of the restaurant, I can see why you would bring a date here.

Ok. Maybe I'm a little more fish out of water than I thought.

I straighten my shoulders and decide to act the part. I can act my way out of anything. And, right now, I'm fairly certain that's going to be my first step at survival. I look around and notice the maitre d' looking at me. I smile my most winning smile.

"Hello. I'm meeting someone here. I think there's a reservation..."

I feel like the maitre d' is determining whether or not I'm serious. Do I look that out of my element here? I feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman…

Finally, he sighs. "What would the name on the reservation be?"

I keep my convincing smile in place as I respond, "Edward Cullen." The eyes of the maitre d' light up immediately. Luckily, that means I know we have a reservation.

He nods, approvingly, and says, "Right this way, ma'am."

I clutch my purse to my side, instinctively for comfort. What have I walked into?

As I follow the maitre d', I see Edward long before he notices me. I think my heart stops for a second. He's dressed in a suit and tie and looks delectable. They're right: a suit is lingerie for men.

And, he's nervous.

He looks everywhere but in my direction. He fiddles with the place setting. He even checks his phone.

I don't know why I'm smiling, but, I realize that I have a ridiculous grin on my face and I kick myself mentally.

When the maitre d' is close enough for Edward to notice, he stands up fluidly and immediately pulls out my chair. He smiles, all of the nervousness now pushed down. "You look stunning," he says, his eyes shining with something that I would almost call adoration.

I raise an eyebrow, but sit in the seat that is offered to me. "Thank you," I say, cautiously.

Edward dismisses the maitre d' before he returns to his seat across from me, his focus and attention only on me. I look down at my hands, blushing. "So…" I play with my fingernails under the table. "How was the rest of your day?"

Edward smiles, "It was fine. I checked in with the hospital to see if they needed any staff this evening." I stare pointedly at the silverware and place setting. I have to be set at the most perfect table in Seattle. "Luckily, I was off the hook since I spent eighteen hours there yesterday."

I nod, unsure what else to say. I feel awkward making niceties with him at this point. I'm really not sure where we stand. Friends? Not friends? More than friends?

I don't know. I'm supposed to be the expert and I'm confused!

There is a long awkward silence before Edward's hand appears in my line of vision. "Bella," he says, quietly. "Look at me."

I raise my eyes under my lashes. He is smiling at me. "There's the beautiful brown eyes I'm used to seeing."

I blush, but, I try not to break his gaze. "You're eyes mesmerize me recently and I'm just worried I'll be hypnotized into doing something I regret," I mutter.

He laughs. "So, ordering red wine was an excellent choice, then?"

I raise an eyebrow. "You ordered wine already?"

Edward shrugs, looking a little concerned. "Merlot. You said last time you liked it, so…"

"You remembered the wine I like?" I ask, my voice going up a few levels in surprise.

Edward looks genuinely puzzled by this. "Do most men not remember the wine you like?"

I laugh a little. "No. Most men do not remember the wine that a woman likes." I slowly am feeling my body relax and my shoulders stop making out with my ears. I even put my hand on the table to fiddle with the silverware as we talk.

I genuinely like Edward. He's one of the nicest people that I have ever met. I don't know why I felt so concerned about going on a date with him. Especially since I know this will go nowhere.

After the waiter takes our order, I take decide it's the perfect moment to broach the subject. "You said that you would try things my way, as well, right?"

Edward's eyes narrow at the question, but, he's still smiling. "Absolutely. And may the best man win."

I laugh at that. "Or woman." He rolls his eyes and takes a sip of the wine. "You have a date tomorrow with one of the women Victoria thinks you would be most compatible with."

Edward glares at me. "Do you really think that's wise?"

I shrug, suddenly feeling something twisting in my gut...almost like regret. If he wanted to make me feel guilty, I think he's succeeding. "She's almost too perfect. Her name is Irena and I think that you'll like her."

"I like you," he says, blasely.

I decide I'm going to table that comment and plow through with my hard sell. It's a harder sell than I thought, apparently. "Owns a textile company. She's independently wealthy, so, you wouldn't have to worry about her being in the relationship for the money. Very family oriented, and you said on your form for Victoria that you wanted to have children sooner rather than later."

I realize that I'm talking very animatedly and very much like a salesmen when Edward sighs and picks his glass back up. "I don't suppose I can talk you out of this?"

I smirk and shake my head, also lifting my glass. "It's already set up." I raise my glass in his direction. "Luckily, someone gave me their rotation schedule."

Edward laughs. "I wonder who that could have been!" Edward gently reaches across the table and takes my hand, absent mindedly. He squeezes my hand, and stares at me, his face almost enthralled. "I can't stay out late. I'm on call and might have to leave tomorrow. Plus, I work a rotation at the clinic on Saturday...followed by a hospital rotation."

I gently pull my hand away, even though I don't want to. I keep my smile in place. "Perfect. I scheduled your date for seven."

He rolls his eyes. "Of course you did…" He picks up the wine bottle and refills my glass. "Because you think of everything."

The rest of the evening is pleasant. Edward doesn't really flirt with me so much as just talks to me. While he might whisper sweet nothings in my ear, he also doesn't place me on a pedestal and act as if in holier than he is. It's utterly refreshing.

And, he pays the bill. That's also very nice.

After we finish dinner, I'm thoroughly buzzed from drinking more than my fair share of the wine. Edward insists that I can't drive home, but I'm certain I can…

I decide I don't want to argue with him and let him drive me to my apartment...which ends with him escorting me to my door, arm in arm together, still laughing.

I unlock my door quickly under the watchful gaze of Edward Cullen, foreboding and brooding in the hallway. I raise my key triumphantly above my head and turn toward him. "Told you I was sober!"

He smiles at me, teasingly. "I'll drive you back to your truck tomorrow… when you're even more sober." He watches me as I hesitate to push my door open, though I don't consciously know why.

The hesitation is apparently too much for him. "I-...I should get going..." he says, trying to salvage the situation without it becoming anymore embarrassing for either of us.

But, I'm sad to see him walk away. I didn't want him to walk away. "Don't you want to come inside?" I blurt the sentence out before I can think better of it.

Edward's face softens. "Bella…" His long fingers reach up to stroke my cheek and I feel his other hand snake around my waist to pull me closer. I breathe in his cologne and feel at way, leaning easily into him. Ever so gently, his lips brush mine.

This isn't enough. I kiss him again, this time harder, my arms finding their way around his neck, wanting him as close as possible. His tongue reaches out between his lips and seeks entry into my mouth.

I oblige, drunk on hehe feeling of his hard chest pressed against mine. Our tongues dance gently over one another, exploring each other's mouths.

Edward backs me into my apartment door, pinning me to the metal surface. His hand finds its way to my thigh and I feel him pull me even closer, my leg immediately latching around his hips. My body moves of its own volition and I grind into him.

Edward growls into my mouth, his lips leaving mine to pepper kisses down my neck. I still cling to his shoulders, my body wanting more.

The escalating passion in the hallway is broken by the sound of Edward's pager going off. This is enough for me to feel like someone just dumped a bucket of water over my head. Edward gently pulls away with a groan as he reaches for his belt to check the message.

Meanwhile, I'm plastered against my door, once again looking like a lobster.

"Dammit," he curses as he reads the handheld screen. I feel my legs start to go numb underneath me. He turns back to me, his face a mask of torture and disappointment. I immediately look at the ground. "Bella…"

"It's OK. I'm so sorry...I…that was wrong of me." I fumble for my door handle, feeling extremely embarrassed by my actions. I was going to take him inside if not for that blasted pager!

Edward reaches out to me, his hand gently cupping my face. "Bella…I want to come in, I do. I wanted the same things you wanted… and more," he says quietly. I still look down. Edward sighs, carefully pulling me into his chest. He kisses my forehead, gently, chastely. I try not to think about it. "Good night, Isabella Swan," he whispers into my hair. With one more kiss to the top of my head, he is gone.

And I'm left with a nagging feeling of deja vu.

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