Beta: Fran

Prereaders: Jill, Ariel, and Pearly

My heart: Yours

Things I don't own: Twilight or the FBI

-42-

"Edward, I need you to look at me and repeat everything we just talked about. I need to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you understand what needs to happen."

We've been at this for hours, so Angela has dropped her hard-ass facade by now. Instead, she's leaned back in my chair with her feet crossed and propped up on the desk, eating some vegetable lo Mein out of the Chinese take-out boxes we got when we realized we'd be missing dinner.

Yeah, Ben isn't my biggest fan right about now. I'll have to buy him a muffin basket or something. Or maybe a fleshlight so he can occupy himself when I steal his wife away.

"I secure a date with her. First date, I question her a bit. Try and dig into her life in a more personal way, but not so much she's suspicious. See if she says anything that lines up with what she's writing more than what we observe. Second date, I woo her a little more, see if I'm invited in for a nightcap. If I am, I snoop. If I'm not, another date."

I repeat the plan like a robot, keeping the emotion from my voice.

Pushing my excitement back, if I'm being honest.

"And what don't you do?" Angela presses.

"I don't sleep with her. I only kiss her enough to keep her interested. I don't get too personal with her; if she presses for details, I lie."

"And no matter what…" she waves her hand to illustrate I'm missing a huge part.

"No matter what, I shut my emotions for Isabella Swan off because this can't ever happen."

It hurts to say it, but she's right. Of course.

I just don't know how the fuck I'm going to stop feeling things for her when it's literally now my job to sweep her off her feet and make her trust me.