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Chapter 1: The Interview

AN: I do not own Twilight. All errors are my own.

Several months before the prologue...

EPOV

"Hello, anybody here?" I heard a high pitched woman's voice call out and the sound of the door shutting behind her. I peeked out from the store room where I was doing inventory and did not see the homely, bald, slightly overweight guy I was expecting. Instead it was a strawberry blond with cherry red lips and legs that seemed to extend for miles from the tight, short skirt she was wearing.

"Hi, can I help you?" I asked a little confused. When the Seattle Times called to do a feature on my place in their Living Local section, I was positive I spoke to a George something or other. I would have definitely remembered if I was meeting with a woman.

I would have worn my better jeans. And maybe have taken a shower.

"Hi, are you Edward Masen?" I nodded. "I'm Tanya Denali from the Times. George Mitchell was supposed to interview you but he came down with the flu so they sent me." She was not discreet as she looked me over, from head to toe. "Lucky me, right?"

No, lucky me.

"I believe the luck is all mine." I reached my hand out and gave my best grin. She didn't hesitate to take my hand and hold on to it a little longer than necessary. "I appreciate you guys doing this. A write-up in the Times should drum up all sorts of business."

"Well, that's why we do it. We want people to support our local businesses." And I had known that. Each month the Times writes a feature story on a local business. I had been really excited when I got the call that my place had been chosen. "How about we get started? I can't wait to hear all about you."

I motioned to one of the empty tables for her to sit down and I took a seat in the chair adjacent from her. Being ten in the morning on a Thursday, the place was closed and completely empty. She pulled out a yellow legal pad, a pen, and a small tape recorder.

"Do you mind if I record this?" She asked as she pulled out a small tape recorder.

"Not at all." Satisfied she pushed the red record button that matched her long, neatly manicured nails.

"Okay then, let's start. So , I'm here with Edward Masen, owner of Good Times at Masen's Tavern. Why don't you tell us a little about yourself and your establishment, Edward?" Oh, I could tell her a lot about myself, but she probably wasn't talking about how big my cock was.

Or, maybe she was, but now was definitely not the time. Maybe later…

"Okay, well, I graduated from U-Dub with a degree in business management when I was twenty-three and wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do with it. .I saw a for sale sign on this place while walking to the bank one day It had been a complete dive named Jimmy Dee's but I took one look at it and knew I could make something of it. I wanted it right then and there. Within a week I signed the papers and the rest is history."

"That's very ambitious of you. How long have you owned Good Times?"

"For about five years. It was a lot of work, but I think it turned out pretty good." I looked around at the place I put my blood, sweat, and tears into every day. I was proud of it and I wasn't afraid to say so.

"It sounds like you always had an idea of what you wanted this place to be. Tell me, what was your vision?"

"I wanted to create a place that appealed to all ages. A place that allowed people to forget about whatever shit was going on in their lives and just relax with their friends and family."

"It looks like you've done it, Edward. People on the street from college frat boys to grandfathers are raving about this place. Tell us, what exactly is your secret?" Tanya uncrossed and crossed her legs just as she was asking the question. Apparently she had no secrets. Her panties were black lace.

I fucking loved black lace.

"My secret? Well if I told you that…" I smiled the sexiest smile I could muster. "…well it wouldn't be a secret. I can't have that now, can I?" I could almost smell her black lace panties melting off of her sinful body. She stared at me as if in a trance for a few seconds before snapping herself out of it. I almost felt bad for her, trying to be professional and all.

"I guess not."

"I can tell you one thing." I sat forward in my chair and motioned her to do the same. She was enraptured and focused on my every word as she leaned in so that we were only inches apart. "Good food, good drinks, and good company. Put all three together and you have good times. Oh, and the music doesn't hurt. We try to get different local bands from many different genres to come in and perform. It's something you have to experience first hand. You should come in sometime, when we're open and see for yourself."

Her eyes blinked a few times and I knew I had her. Hook, line, and semen coated sinker.

Okay, that was a little gross, even for me.

"I should, I mean, I think I will."

"I'm counting on it." I said as I moved back in my chair and smiled at her. Tanya was salivating and I knew she would come to see me. The thought made me harden a bit and I had to shift in my seat little.

I knew she could tell what was happening and what I was doing, but somehow, Tanya refocused herself and continued on with the interview. She asked me about my family.

"When I was seven my parents were killed in a car accident. I was adopted by my mother's best friend and her family. It was the best thing that could have happened to me given the circumstances. I gained loving parents and two siblings. My older brother, Emmett, is a member of the Seattle Police Department and has two kids with his wife, Rosalie. My younger sister, Alice, is just finishing up her fashion degree at U-Dub. She eventually wants to own her own boutique but in the meantime she is working on designing her own clothing line and works here a few days a week."

"Family seems to be very important to you."

"They are the most important thing to me. Not everyone would take in a kid who had just lost his parents and make them their own. And let me tell you, I wasn't the easiest child to deal with. I was very angry, for a long time. But they never gave up on me. If it weren't for them, I would have had to go into the foster care system. I owe them everything." I blew out a deep breath, getting my emotions in check. It wasn't often that I thought about where I would have ended up if the Cullens hadn't taken me in, but when I did I was overwhelmed with gratitude and appreciation for my adoptive family.

"Well, it sounds to me like you are one fortunate man." I just smiled in response letter he know that I was indeed, very fortunate. For a brief moment I saw tenderness in Tanya's eyes but as soon as the moment passed, the lustful gleam that had been there for the better part of the interview was back. "So, for the record, because I know the ladies will want to know, is there any special girl in your life?"

"No, no special girl. I'm single."

A lot of quasi-special girls, emphasis on the s, but not one in particular. I didn't ever do just one. Tanya lit up like a Christmas tree.

"That's good to know. The ladies are going to go crazy over that little tidbit." I shook my head and grinned a little sheepishly. "Well, I think we're pretty much done here." She put her things back in her bag and stood up. "The feature will be printed in the Times a week from Friday. Do you mind if I have a photographer stop by for a few pictures?"

"No, that's fine. During the day would be preferable. It can get kind of crazy at night."

"No problem, and if you have any questions or if there is anything I can do for you, please don't hesitate to call me." Her fingers caressed my hand as she passed me her business card. "I put my personal cell number on there too…you know, just in case."

My cock was screaming for me to fuck her right there on the table, but the rational part of my brain urged me not to do anything until after the article was printed. Last thing I needed was a pissed off one night stand wielding her pen like a ninja sword and hacking me to bits. No, I did not need any negative reviews printed in the newspaper.

"I'll be sure to do that." She nodded and then turned to let herself out. She swayed her hips a little when she walked and I shoved my hands in my pockets to keep from taking her from behind. Only when the door shut did I take them out.

It was now eleven in the morning and I was alone with an erection harder that steel.

"Fuck!" I roared as I grabbed my crotch and headed to my office. I needed to go take care of this before I did anything else.

So, a little bit into Edward's story. So have we heard the last of Tanya? Hmmm, we'll have to see. Until next time….