Dang guys. Thank you so much got your reviews, your follows and your favorites. I just have phone accesses for right now. We're in the process of moving into OUR NEW HOUSE! So, forgive me, I won't be able to properly edit and put things in bold print. Hopefully once we're settled I can go back and do all that jazz. Anyway. I'm going to try not to have Bella in the three men circus thing. I'll probably back off some of the James thing I started but here in a few chapters, there will be an issue with Jacob and Edward. I mean, come on, there's always been an issue with Jacob and Edward. So, anyway, here is Chapter 7! Just hit me up if you're getting confused. Merci Beacoup. Oh, and about how much money Bella makes. She makes about a 1% commission. The way car commission sales go it's rather tricky to figure it out because of the profit margin and all that. So, if you sell a $100,000 car, your commission will be $1,000. Bummer huh? My brother in law sells cars and this is how he explained it. He says when you start getting up in ranks, you start getting a larger percentage and you start selling more cars.
Warning: Content not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. May contain adult themes, language and sexual situation . All character's owned by Stephanie Meyer. Except Jack, he's mine :)
Bella
Alice pulled up to the dealership in a bright red Corvette and smiled at me, waving frantically.
I chuckled and stepped into her car. "Was work brutal?" She smiled.
I shook my head. "No, not really. I did have a discussion with my boss about his inappropriate behavior earlier today, though."
"Yeah? Did you punch him in the balls?" She giggled.
I smiled. "No. I just told him in a polite manner that if he would please refrain from any further physical contact and eye oogling it would make me feel more comfortable. I am climbing to be one of his top selling sales associates and would not enjoy looking for another job at this moment. So, in an apology to me, he gave me a 3% sales commission."
"3%? That's all you get? What did you get before?" She gasped.
"1%. But I'm fairly new to this business. Some of the older partners get 10-15%. It's really not a huge deal. You have to earn your keep in this business and I respect that. I mean, I can outsell those assholes any day with the right low cut shirt, but I don't want to do that. I want people to take me as a serious business woman."
Alice nodded. "I respect that. I like that you're a classy lady."
I snorted. "Ha. I wouldn't go that far."
"No, you are. I mean, you got the body to show for you but you keep it covered somewhat. You don't flash your tits and ass to everyone. You're educated. Can you cook? Because if you can cook, you'd be awesomd for my cousin! Grandpa is always trying to get him to settle down." Alice smirked.
I tilted my head back in a laugh. "I can make food here and there. My mom took some cooking classes a while back because she was terrible at it. I've thought about taking some just to extend what I can all ready make. Besides, I'm not really looking for a relationship right now."
Alice parked in front if a restaurant called 'Esme's' and for out.
"You think that now until you see my cousin. Now, come on. The food in here is to die for." The valet took her keys and we walked into the restaurant.
"Oh, Miss Brandon, lovely seeing you here. Come this way," the hostess smiled. Alice grabbed my arm and dragged me behind her. She sat us in a corner booth decorated with plush apholstery.
"Wine for your meal?" She smiled.
"Pinot, please. Chilled?" The hostess bowed her head and walked away.
"So, Bella, what brings you to Jacksonville?" Alice smiled and looked down at her menu.
"Well..I just needed a new change. My parents love it down here and I just thought, why not?" I shrugged and a waiter arrived with our wine.
"Where did you move from?" She smiled and took a sip of her wine.
"Seattle, actually. It's such a change."
Alice's eyes widened. "Shut up? Seriously? Oh my goodness, I grew up in Seattle. Actually, my whole family lives up there!" She squealed. I raised my eyebrow.
"Wow. That's awesome. What brought you down here?" I asked and took a sip of my wine.
Alice rolled her eyes. "Well, Daddy didn't want me getting close to one of his...employees. And so, when I was 16, he moved me down here to shook, I went to college in New York, and I loved it here so much I settled back down here. Changed my last name and started my business. I didn't want my dad's name hovering over my success. We're sort of the same people, Bella."
I smiled. "So, was it a whirlwind romance? Puppy love?"
Her eyes lit up. "Oh, it's still going on. I'm just waiting for him to be a made- move through the ranks and then he can ask daddy to get married. We'll play it off like we just reunited. When he comes down here, he always visits."
I furrowed my brows. "That's got to be rough. Not seeing him? What would it matter if he works for your dad. I assume he's been a valuable employee to him since he didn't relieve him all those years ago, right?"
Alice shrugged. "There are...stipulations with my father."
"Oh, sort of how my dad's a retired cop and pokes his gun at any boy who walks through the door," I snickered.
Alice's all ready pale face visibly paled more. "Your dad? He's a cop?" She whispered. That was the softest I'd heard her voice in the twelve hours I'd known her.
The waiter appeared to take our orders and I ordered the Chicken Parmesan.
"Well, he's retired, but I swear he's still doing stuff. He actually retired from the FBI a few years ago."
"FBI?" She squeaked out and sunk into her booth.
I furrowed my brows. "Yeah? What's the issue?" I took another sip of my wine. "Why, your family up in Seattle part of the mob?" Alice's eyes widened.
"We prefer, Cosa Nostra," a velvet voice whispered in my ear. My body froze and my hair stood on end. "Hello, Isabella."