PSA: In the original upload, I mixed up my numbers and accidentally skipped chapter 23! I've since gone back and fixed it, so if you felt like you were missing something (like wtf happened to Jane), go ahead and go back and check that out!
Fran betas. Jill, Ariel, and Pearly preread. I love all you readers and reviewers. I don't own Twilight or the FBI
.The entire time I'm sitting at the bar, switching between watching Bella serve drinks with such ease and occasionally trading banter with her, I'm switching between two thoughts.
1. I need to get the ever-loving fuck out of here. And,
2. How in the hell did I ever think this girl looked average?
There's not a damn thing average about her big, brown eyes, full, pink lips, and don't even get me started on her waist-length chestnut hair.
Yeah, I said chestnut. Because now that I can see it in person, I see that it's definitely not just brown. It may even be a little auburn, but it's hard to tell in the lights of the bar.
"So, Edward, what do you do for a living?" She asks after a while.
Most of our conversation has been surface level, mostly small tall talk about movies, music, places we've traveled. And now all I can think is you need to lie.
"I work for the FBI."
That's not a lie, you stupid fucker.
Her already big eyes widen a little, a look of intrigue lighting up her face. "Really? I didn't expect that."
"What did you expect?"
It's fine. It's totally fine. She can know you work for the FBI; it doesn't mean she knows WHAT you do or that you're doing it to her.
Jesus, what I wouldn't do to her…
"I'm not sure," she shrugs, looking me over to size me up. "A teacher of some sort? Maybe a professor? No, your hair is too messy for that. Ohhh, maybe you could be a chef or something."
I scoff, grinning as I shake my head. "I can burn water, believe me, I'm no chef."
"So, what department are you in?"
Actually lie this time, idiot.
"Now, if I told you that, I'd have to kill you," I tease, winking at her. Don't ask me when I started teasing and winking. Apparently, about sixty seconds ago.
She took the bait and giggled, reaching to grab me another beer.
"Bells, you're up in five!" Vick yells from the other side of the bar.
Not sure what that means. Must be bar speak.
"You didn't ask me what I do for a living," she tells me with a conspiratorial smirk.
"I think I've been watching you do it for about," I tap the screen of my phone sitting on the table to light the time up, "Jesus, has it been three hours already?"
"Mhm," she hums. "Time flies when you're having fun. But there's something else I do that I love a lot more than this."
I wrack my brain instantly, not speaking out loud my annoyance that I know I should know this about her, yet nothing comes to mind. Then again, I shouldn't know fucking anything about her, but here I am.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you're in for a special treat tonight. It's not often I'm able to get our girl up here to sing. She's greedy with that magical voice of hers. But tonight, she's feeling generous, so put your hands together for our very own Bella Swan!"
The speech comes from Vick, who's standing on a little makeshift stage I mistook for a dancefloor that now has a spotlight illuminating it.
My mind flashes back to Bella's profile, and I remember...she was labeled as a bartender/musician.
The surprised look on my face is genuine when I turn my head back to Bella, who mimics my earlier wink before sauntering up to the stage.
And if I thought I was fucked before now, it's nothing compared to what my chest does when she opens her mouth, and the voice of an angel comes out.
