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Chapter 4

BPOV

I couldn't believe the offer. A side job where I could go in whenever I wanted? Not really any responsibility of specific times to be there, just go in whenever I wanted to make some extra cash? So fucking perfect, AND it was under the table shit. That means cash, and no tax deductibles. It was perfect! I was getting ten dollars an hour, under the table, and like almost ten an hour at the pool. This was a dream too good to be true. I could use the money from the pool to pay the main shit, and whenever I needed to get groceries or new clothes, I could stop by the Boatman's (The restaurant I'd be working at) for a couple of hours and get some money for the shit I wanted. It was so great! I couldn't believe that Jessica offered me this shit. I knew she had a second job but I never knew they were hiring. She'd never said anything about it when I mentioned my financial problems...oh well. Well I think I'm gonna go up to the restaurant, to confirm my new job. I was too excited, I was sure I was going to pee myself.

When I got there, I noticed the whole "Ma and Pa" theme going on. It was cute, but not something I usually drifted towards. Hell, if I could, I would make a living off something I've wanted to do since I was a little young-in, but this was working out for me.

EPOV

Constant wasn't the word. Neither was obsessive, and definitely wasn't "an everyday thing", but I could say that I had sex a lot. Not with girls from the strip club, just girls I'd pick up. Matter of fact, I never went back to the strip clubs. I'm not sure why, maybe it was because that was a way to open my eyes up to the real world. The real world as in, I'm sexy, smart and pretty wealthy; I could do anything I wanted. On an average, I probably got laid by three to four girls every two weeks. Averaging out to be, oh I don't know...maybe sex, oops I mean six to ten girls a month. That wasn't a lot, I guess. It was promiscuous I suppose, but I didn't care.

I chuckled to myself, thinking about my sexual endeavors. I could have gotten any girl I wanted, and I knew it. However, half the time my sexual rudeness only was a problem with smarter girls. I could be ruder than ever, and dumb broads would love it but when it came to the smarter girls, my cleverness and my all around background knowledge for things made life so much easier than it already was.

"but then she was like, 'Oh my god I totally know!'" I heard, as I zoned back in. I looked to the right of me, and noticed a short, tan, and sort of Indian looking female sitting in the passenger seat of my Volvo. I remembered that she was an easy win, and sort of reminded me of Snookie from Jersey Shore. Yeah that was the one thing that set me off with her. This female (who I couldn't seem to put a name on) was much more attractive that Snookie, however she spoke almost exactly like her, and honestly probably had a lower IQ. Easy win.

"You paying attention Eddy?" Ick- I hated that nickname. Sounded disgusting, along with making me sound like a little frat boy, which I definitely was not. I still couldn't put a name on this broad.

"Of course babe. Now where do you want to be dropped off?" I asked, putting on the 'nice boy' tone. Any intelligent female would hear that I had a sarcastic tone, but this one was out of this world.

"Aww baby you are so adorable!" She squealed, breaking my ear drum's sensitive barriers, while bouncing up and down on the seat. Not to mention, shaking the whole damn car.

I just sarcastically giggled and looked the other way trying not to glare. She was a good lay last night, but I'm starting to regret being honest about the maintenance of my car. I should have told her it was in the shop, even though I brought her home last night, the dumb ass would probably had believed me. Jesus Christ, I think she's tied with the dumbest one on my list.

"OH MY GOD!" She screamed, poking her tiny little fingers at my window, "IT'S JESSIE! Oh my GOD! Let me out here sugar!"

"Happily.." I muttered under my breath and pulled up next to some blond bimbo that was bouncing up and down pointing at my car.

She got out of the car, and bounced over to the young girl, about twelve inches taller than herself. I laughed to myself, about to pull away, when she opened the door back up.

"Hey Eddy-poo," I choked on my own spit. Eddy poo? What the fuck was that. "call me baby cakes! Heheheh!" She left a card on my passenger seat and squealed away. I pulled away fast, not looking back. Some of these girls just disgust me, I need to talk to Emmett. I dial his number on my car's phone, and hear the ringing.

He picked up, and said hello right away, out of breath.

"Hello?" He said quickly.

"Uh- hello, what's up."

"Um do you need something? Like is this something important?" He said, right after I finished talking. I hesitated.

"Uh, no, uh...I'll call you later, well no you call me when you can." I replied, my eyebrows narrowed.

"K, bye."

End call.

"Well that was weird," I told myself. I was driving down Detroit Rd. when I saw a little Ma and Pa shop that looked familiar. I pulled up closer and realized what it was. I was totally over Katie relationship wise, but her death still haunts me and the sight of seeing where she used to work just sent shivers. I was kind of hungry, and breakfast sounded good. I asked myself if I really wanted to go there, being the type of person I was, would her coworkers notice me and think I was an emotional bastard that wanted to try to reunite with Katie's spirits or something like that? Well, maybe some weird creepy person would, but I never knew! I guessed I would just try it out. After all I never really have dined there before, Katie usually just brought stuff home.

"Well here we go." I muttered, as I parked in front and got out of my car. I took a deep sigh and headed in.

BPOV

"Jessica! Tell the chefs that this steak was supposed to be cooked medium rare. Tell 'em just to leave it on for a couple more minutes and it should be fine!" I told her as I handed the plate with the steak on it. Sometimes we cooked their shit wrong, but sometimes people are just too plain picky. It's annoying.

I didn't expect that when I came to tell the restaurant that I was able to take the job, that they expected me to start right away. I accepted, kind of anxious to start and make money, but now I'm realizing that I should have gotten a tutorial or some shit before I started waitressing. This shit's crazy! They literally handed me a uniform and I went at it real quick. It was snappy, and just like that I got in. I arrived at nine this morning, and it's not eleven thirty, and I've served over ten tables. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad, but I figured I'd find out after I left, which I wasn't too sure when that was.

"Hey Bells, you got incoming party of one! He's all yours!" I heard Mr. Mac-Arthur yell from behind the cash register. Another table, but only for one? Didn't seem to hard. I already had three tables of four that I was waiting on, so I figured a 'onesie' would be my little break.

I glanced over quickly, and had to double take. This man looked familiar, and I knew I knew him from somewhere. That bronze, topaz like hair shined indoors- and those deep green eyes were trying to take my heart, but my ribcage wasn't allowing it therefore it was getting thrown around all inside my chest, almost to where it hurt. Then I realized I did know this man, and I became confused as to why he was making me feel like this. Then I remembered his name.

"Edward." I muttered under my breath. I didn't notice I had said it out loud, let alone loud enough for him to hear. He turned his head over and looked at me, confused. He probably didn't recognize me, and I was happy to keep it that way.

"Good morning sir, I'm Bella. I'll be your server today, if you'll follow me I will lead you to your seat." I said, regaining myself. I turned around, and felt eyes on me. I tried to shrug it off, but it was kind of awkward, being with this man. I wasn't sure what kind of table he'd want so I quickly turned around to ask. Next thing I knew he was in my face with his arms looking for something to grab on to keep his balance. I guess I shouldn't have turned around to fast, must have caught him off guard.

"Fuck!" I whispered to myself, trying to untangle myself from the collision we just created. He coughed and brushed himself off, smiling at me. I let out a confused look but quickly wiped it off.

"I'm sorry sir," I announced, totally embarrassed. I saw him eyeing me up and down, smiling. "Uh-m, did you want a booth or a table? And will you be dining with company this morning sir?" I asked, a little more personal than promotional. What? A girl can't be curious?

"Hah," He chuckled. Damn. That boy's laugh just wet my panties, and I didn't regret it at all. It's been a while since the drought made progress in recovering. Thank god for that, but now I just wanted this boy to finish what he started...unintentionally. "Well the answer to your second question is a no, unless a pretty lady like yourself would like to accompany me." He stated, chuckling again. He threw his hands in that big head of bronze delicious mess, and looked at me with a large grin on his face. He was playing the nervous card, but I totally saw through it. This man was a pro, and must of thought that I was dumb. Oh god how well I'd play dumb to get in those pants. I haven't had a one night stand in a while. Wait, does he even remember me? By the way he was talking to me, it seemed like he was a totally different person. Or maybe he's fucking with me. Either or, I need to get to the bottom of this..and maybe inside his pants.

"Well now all I need is the answer to the first question and we can continue from there." I reported, trying to make him think I was just doing my job and wasn't looking for any flirting right now. A.K.A. hard to get, but a little more complicated.

"Ahh, I see," he replied, not losing any confidence. "How about a booth, sweetie." Then there was light. He grinned with his teeth, and dazzled me about fifty feet back. I almost squinted, they were so pearly white. I then knew I was dealing with a pro. He was well groomed, however probably just coming from the morning after a one night stand. Obviously he wasn't expecting to come out this morning, so he probably gave her a ride home. He was almost too easy to see through right now. He was wearing sweat pants and a fitting black v-neck. Edward was one of those, I-don't-care-what-I'm-wearing-I-just-have-to-look-hot-always kind of guys. I have only heard of guys this good, never seen one in real life trying to get me home.

Before I knew it, we were to the designated booth and he got comfortable. I asked him the basic questions to start off and he answered, smiling and looking up at me through his eyelashes the whole time. Scheming devil...I would fuck him so hard right now. I could just see it in my head.

I led him into the employee bathroom, which is far away from the crowds of hungry people towards the back of the building. I fumbled to unlock the door with my key, while we were body to body, my front against the door. He was grinding his hard dick into my ass. Being much taller than me, it hit farther up my ass- but still felt good. I was moaning while he reached his head around to kiss my lower neck and suck on it gently. I managed to get the door open somehow, and we quickly trotted in, our bodies breaking loose for what seemed like forever.

The employee bathrooms were really nice, and luckily there was a room before the bathroom with a couch, tv, vending machine and a couple lockers where the other employees put their things. I turned to look at him, and he smiled at me with that devilish grin that turned me on so badly. I was pushed onto the couch where he followed me shortly. I opened up my legs so he could rest himself in between. He brought he lips down to mine roughly and fast. I noticed his hips starting to grind between my legs. The sensation he sent through my body was so good I threw my head back with a deep moan. The kisses trailed from my mouth to my chin, then my neck. It was then when he started sucking and I started moaning louder. I needed to have him, so bad.

"Bella did you get that?" I heard coming from below me. I looked down and there Edward was, staring up at me, confused. He looked so cute when he was confused.

"Yeah, sorry, can you repeat that order?" I gabbed, embarrassed again.

"I asked if you'd like to accompany me for dinner this evening." He repeated. That had taken me off guard, I thought he was ordering something. Scared, I kept stuttering.

"O-oh, I uh," I shook my head, disapointed that I was making such a fool of myself. I guess he had that power. "I'm not sure. I'll think about it." I replied, walking away. I couldn't help but notice the look of confusion and disgust in his eyes before I turned to him. Rejection? Something he wasn't used to, huh. Well I had some plans for this boy.