Please go back and reread chapter 3 if you haven't already done so. I accidentally posted the wrong chapter, so I added the missing one to the beginning of chapter 3.

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My friends gave me your number. I bumped into you by the gym. Still sorry about that, BTW.

Wait. how did he get my number? I didn't give it to him even though I would have, if he asked. I thought maybe there was something there…He must have liked me!

They said it would be ok to text you. This is Bella, right?

Yesss!

Noooo.

The text is on your business phone, dummy. You don't have hot guys texting you out of the blue. I choke down the disappointment that's burning in my gut. The very unexpected disappointment I'm surprised to feel. Well, it shouldn't be that unexpected considering the crazy sex dream I had last night about boob guy. It was the hottest sex I've never had.

So back to reality, Bella. You know, your job.

Hi Edward. It's Bella. I'm glad to hear from you.

Hi. I'm so glad you're responding. I wish I would've spoken up yesterday and asked for your number myself.

Wow. He's really into this whole scenario. But I guess that's the point of this entire business. People are willing to pretend anything to get what they want. I guess it's showtime. Alice and Rosalie said it was really easy to get into it. I text him back.

Yeah. You really know how to knock a girl off her feet. Literally.

My mom says a 'meet cute' is important. Fuck. I can't believe I mentioned my mother. Please delete that last text and pretend it didn't happen. You're just so beautiful that I get tongue-tied. Like I did yesterday.

But we're texting. No tongue. Just fingers.

There's a lag and then he responds. Sorry. I dropped the phone when you texted about your tongue.

I laugh. This could be fun. No wonder my employees like their job.

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"The first time you texted, you mentioned your mother? Dude," Emmett says.

"Right?" Jasper chimes in. "Way to kill the mood." He's doing sit-ups while Emmett is doing one-armed push-ups in our living room. I'm almost envious of their dedication.

"Damn, my lats are totally shredded," Emmett adds, looking at himself in the mirrors that he and Jasper have set up all over our apartment. "You ready for the yoga, Jazz?"

Yeah, not that envious. They get fucking bendy. Jasper's chin almost touched his own dick. That's a no-go.

"Yeah. Can you stretch me first? I've got a cramp."

Emmett moves over and starts pressing Jasper's leg back behind his head.

I start talking to cover up Jasper's moaning. "I recovered quickly and texted something clever back."

"Dick pic?" Emmett asks. "I hope you didn't get any of your gut in the shot. You have to lift that shit up so you can see it clearly."

"Fuck you. I don't have a gut. I look good."

I lift up my shirt and thump on my abs that are nearly a six pack. I mean, maybe a few cans short, but still fucking workable.

"Okay, okay. Don't get all pissy. Tell us about your girl."

"She's really great," I say. "I really like her. There's only one problem."

"Your lack of fitness?" Emmett asks. "Your ass is getting fat. Do some squats."

This is what I get living with two gym rat actors.

"I'm touched by your concern, yet more concerned that you're checking out my ass."

"That's what a real friend does. Do you want Bella to think you're a lard-ass when you finally fuck? I wrote you up another workout plan. It's on the fridge. You're welcome."

I sigh. "Whatever." I'm soon to be a lawyer, and I still don't want to argue with this fool because I can't win.

"Seriously. She hasn't seen your body yet. Maybe you can still get yoked."

"Leave him alone, Em. He likes to look...like that. And can you spread me wider?"

"Gee, thanks. The love in this room is really touching." Like their balls are right now.

"If you want touching, you better mix in a protein shake to your daily routine or Bella won't want to get near those love handles."

"Dude. Harsh. So what's wrong?" Jasper asks, with Emmett between his legs and...yeah, I don't know what the fuck they're doing. Something about a dog. I don't ask.

"It's been a few weeks and we're just texting. No meeting. I don't really understand why, but I don't want to blow it."

"You're not."

"Also, it seems like she doesn't text me as much as I text her. Maybe she's not into me like I am into her."

"She's just trying to keep to the limit set by-"

Emmett interrupts Jasper, "Maybe she doesn't have unlimited text messages, Ed."

"Oh...I never thought of that. But who doesn't have unlimited?"

"Maybe she's Amish?" Jasper adds.

I snort. "Don't your girlfriends know her?"

"Uh, we don't talk about that stuff."

"They might notice her horse and buggy."

"I'll ask."

I choke out a laugh.

"Just keep up the conversations. I know she's going to give in, er, fall for you if she hasn't already," says Emmett. He switches from stretching Jasper to pelvic thrusts and Jasper does too. It's even more uncomfortable now with all the wang reaching for the ceiling.

"So...sexting much?" asks Jasper.

"Dude," I reply. "It's not there, yet. And please don't mention sexting when your dick is flopping around. I told you to wear briefs under your workout shorts. No one needs to see that."

"Three weeks, man. Are you at least jerking it when you text her? How can you hold out that long?" Emmett adds.

"It's not that long."

"That's what she said," they both say, laughing.

I extend my middle finger.

"Seriously, though, it's not like that. I like her, so I can wait. But I really need to be with her in person. I can't wait for that much longer. She just keeps putting me off. Sometimes I feel like she's just not that into me, then other times I think she really wants me. It's very confusing how this all works."

"See, Edward, when a man loves a woman," Emmett croons, "he can't sext anybody else..."

"Dick," says Jasper. "That's not how it goes. At least make up funny lyrics like Alice does."

"I thought that was funny," Emmett pouts.

"And that is why your stand-up career is fail."

"You're fail," Emmett retorts.

"No, you are," Jasper wittily returns.

"You are."

Here we go. I groan.

"Can both of you Pee Wee rejects shut the fuck up?"

"Hey...I'm extra large," whines Emmett.

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I appreciate all the reviews. Thanks to Cosmogirl who read this while waiting in line. All mistakes are mine.