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That's What Little Girls Are Made Of…
Chapter Sixty-Five
BPOV
So far, my trip was going well.
We'd just landed in Phoenix, where I would be having a three hour layover.
As much as I hated the lull in my trip, I was looking forward to doing some duty-free shopping with my newly issued Hello Kitty debit card.
Of course it was all Edward's idea.
I was perfectly content with keeping my money in my underwear drawer, but he insisted that I would need to have a legitimate bank account for this summer while I was in Chicago.
What the fuck?!
What was Forks Commerce, huh, a piggy bank?
Immediately, my hackles rose.
Aside from my trusty panty stash, I'd been banking with Forks Commerce since Charlie started giving me an allowance when I was nine.
Who the hell did he think he was?
Despite the fact that his son was a pencil-dick douche bag, Mr. Newton had always taken really good care of the Swan money. After Charlie died, Arthur assured me that my trust fund was in very good hands.
Little did I know that those hands were no longer Arthur Newton's, but I'll save that for another day!
Edward and I didn't disagree often, but when we did, it was like World War III.
The jackass was quick to point out that while my little rinky dink bank was excellent for Forks, Chicago was a totally different ball game, and my little archaic bank book wouldn't even be recognized in their national branches. When that didn't work, he tried pulling the 'I'm your elder' card.
My response to that was simple, "Fuck you and the nursing home they wheeled you out of!"
Old sexy bastard!
For days, I continued to protest, even after a mysterious Bank of America envelope containing an ATM card, with my name on it, showed up at the house. I refused to let Edward take care of me; it was bad enough Esme and Carlisle wouldn't let me pay for school this summer.
I was standing my ground, and not giving an inch!
And I was winning too.
Well, right up until that smug asshole dazzled me with that fucking pout.
The famous Cullen pout, known for bringing the mighty to their knees.
And I was by no means immune.
After getting a glimpse of that on my computer screen, I was putty in his sexy, very capable hands.
After that, Edward could have asked me to boil a pot of baby bunnies, and I would have happily obliged.
Ha, admit it, Swan, my conscience taunted, pout or no pout, you're hooked!
You've got it bad, girl!
Touché...
Neither able, nor willing to argue with myself, I just smiled at the memory, and exited the plane.
Phoenix Sky Harbor airport was for a lack better word, huge!
I walked around in awe, as I perused the different shops. Setting my sights on a Lacoste store, I spent several hundred dollars on polos and shorts for me, and dress shirts for Edward.
After that, I was on a roll.
Wanting to make a good impression on his friends, I picked up a little something nice for each of them. Emmett, Jasper, and Alice were a piece of cake; Rose, on the other hand, was a different story.
I actually had to call Alice to get help on that one.
Alice assured me that I didn't need to get them anything, but I insisted. She then told me that with Rose, you could never go wrong with a nice pair of sunglasses.
I took several pictures of potentials, and when Alice gave me the green light, I skipped out of the shop with a pair of Bvlgari shades for Rose, two pair of Ray Ban Wayfarers for me, and a pair of Aviators and Wayfarers for Edward.
Not going to mention that I was having fantasies of Edward in these sunglasses...only the sunglasses!
By the time I made it to my gate, my feet were killing me. Not-to-mention, I had no idea what I was going to do with all the shit I'd just bought.
While that was an issue, I had more important things to do, like sinking my teeth into the warm gooey Cinnabon cinnamon roll –with extra cream cheese frosting – that I'd just purchased. My first flight wasn't long enough for a meal, so I was pretty much starving.
Settling in with my sugary goodness, and my iPad, I prepared to wait out the next hour or so until I could board the plane. Just as my mouth was about to close around my first bite, a deep voice startled me. "Hey," said the wall of pure cut muscle. "Is this seat taken?" Slowly, I lifted my eyes, and starting with his feet, I made my way up his entire body. Slowly.
Holy fucking shit!
This guy was gorgeous, and built like a brick house!
I´ll just be hiding under the bed! Let me have it! I can´t wait to hear what you guys think of this!
Depending on how riled up you guys get, I´ll see you guys in a bit...
Krazi
xoxo