A/N: I don't own Twilight or the characters, Stephenie Meyer does. However, Edward owns me big time!

I am sorry for the long wait. I ran into some writer's block and then real life happened. I hope you like this one! Thanks, as always, to my awesome betas, Twilly and Uselessid90

A/N2: This chapter has been redone by my new beta, kaydee1005, thank you so much!

Chapter 3-To Grind or Not To Grind

BPOV

What the hell? What time is it and what is that god awful noise?

I look over at my alarm clock and see that it is 12:30 and suddenly realize I actually slept in.

Hmph, that hasn't happened in years.

Sitting up, I hear a loud banging noise coming from downstairs. What is Alice doing down there? That must have been what woke me up.

After climbing out of bed and throwing on some clothes, I began to head down stairs, but I was stopped by Angela.

"Hey Bella, sorry about last night, I feel really bad," Angela spoke with caution.

"It's cool, I understand. I ended up hanging out with Alice. Speaking of Alice, do you know what she is doing down there?"

"I have no earthly idea, but I never have understood her like you do," Angela said while rolling her eyes.

"Well, I am going to go see what it going on. Are you coming to the party tonight Ang?"

"No, I am going to Ben's tonight. His family is coming over for dinner, so I won't be home until tomorrow. I actually have to leave in a few minutes."

"OK, I will see you tomorrow then. Have fun!"

"I will. Promise to tell me all about the party?"

"Yeah, I will, not that anything exciting will happen."

"Bella, have some faith. Later." And with that, Angela was gone.

After grabbing a bottle of water and an apple, I went to see Alice. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I heard the sound again on the other side of the house. When I rounded the corner, Alice was hanging up what seemed to be thousands of twinkly lights all over the carport.

"Alice, what are you doing?"

"Hanging up lights. What does it look like?" she spouts while rolling her eyes.

"Why?"

"For the party, silly. Honestly, Bella, I wonder about you sometimes."

"Funny Alice," I muttered. "Can I help you at least, since you woke me up?"

"You just got up, aren't you usually up early?"

"Usually, yes. Anyway, what do you need me to do?"

I spent the next two hours helping Alice hang up the lights. We talked about the party and my experience last night. Alice got a kick out of that and reminded me of my need for a man in my life. I ignored her as usual. After helping her some more in the house, it was six o'clock and I decided to head upstairs to get some food, check my email, and maybe watch some TV.

I still couldn't get him off of my mind. I decided to forgo the TV, since I couldn't find anything to keep me occupied. I sat on the couch and got caught up in daydreaming about the copper haired, green-eyed sex god I saw last night.

I must have dozed off, because Alice just burst through my door, scaring the shit out of me and completely freaking out.

"Oh my god Bella, it is eight o'clock, and you aren't ready!"

"Alice, calm down, it will be fine!"

"We have to get you ready; people are going to be showing up soon. Come on, get in the shower, and I will get some clothes picked out for you-I just hope you have something hot."

Sigh. "Whatever. I am getting in the shower."

I didn't waste any time. I washed my hair, shaved, and cleaned myself everywhere. When I got out, Alice had my clothes picked out and was looking at a hairstyle magazine. Forty-five minutes later, I was "glammed" up and being dragged downstairs.

Alice had me in a sexy denim skirt that hit me mid-thigh, a low-cut white button-down blouse, which left my navel and cleavage exposed, and black pumps. It was a little too "hoochie" for me, but I have to admit I looked hot. My makeup was flawless and the colors Alice chose complimented my natural coloring perfectly. My hair was mostly down, but parts of it were up with little strands hanging around my face. I was impressed, to say the least; Alice knew what she was doing.

Once we got downstairs, I immediately clammed up, as I felt the panic start to sneak in. There were already so many people here, maybe only 20 or so, but it was a lot for me. When I got in the house, I headed to the back corner, where I could just sit, watch, and wait this out so I could go home.

It was quite a party. The music was fantastic, as was the food. People seemed to be enjoying themselves. Alice and her new boy toy, Jasper Hale, were all over each other. Get a room. Luckily, I preferred to be a people watcher. I noticed a lot of the party-goers have moved the party outside, under the car port. I was happy enough staying in the house.

What is that? Over the bobbing heads, I spied the most beautiful coppery hair. That hair! No, it couldn't be. Just then, the crowd parted, and it was—it was him. The gorgeous man from last night was at Alice's party. Why? How do they know each other? He looks just as good, if not better. Wandering around, he looked so comfortable. My heart was just about beating out of my chest as he looked at me and smirked. Oh. My. God. He ogled me like he knew who I was, but he couldn't remember me, could he?

Just like that, he was gone. I couldn't see him anymore, as Alice was now blocking my view.

"Bella?" Alice questioned me. "What's got your attention?

"Alice, the guy from last night is here!" She glances around. I could tell when she figured out who I was talking about when her eyes went wide.

"No way, Bells, that's the guy!"

"Why act surprised, Alice? Last night you thought it was a possibility, so why is it so different now?

"That is Emmett's brother, Edward Cullen. Emmett is Rosalie's boyfriend."

Why is she making this so difficult and confusing? "So, what is your point, Alice?"

"I just, I don't know." She seemed to be contemplating something. "I thought he was gay!"

"Why would you think that? Trust me, Alice, there was nothing 'gay' about the look he gave me last night and the looks he was giving me when you walked up." I actually began to feel hopeful that was indeed checking me out.

"It doesn't matter." Alice pauses for a moment before saying, "Well then, let's see if I can work some magic." She had that suggestive look in her eyes. This can't be good.

"Alice, please don't. Seriously, he is way out of my league. I mean, just look at him." I noticed him watching me as I spoke.

"Whatever, Bells, if you really want me to stay out of it, I will. But, just know that I can make this work, or at least get some info on him." I had no doubt she would do something to help, but I was sure it wouldn't end well.

"Thanks for the offer, Alice, but I can handle it."

Alice thought for a moment, popped up to attention, and turned around to leave. Before she left me completely, she flipped around and with a knowing smile on her face told me to have fun.

So, there I was, alone again, and looking for him-Edward. I went to get another drink, and I came to a sudden stop as I approached the bar. He was there with his back turned towards me. Damn, even from behind he looked amazing. How could someone be that perfect? As he collected his drink and began to turn around, I tried to make a quick getaway. Of course, I only managed to trip over my own feet and wound up a tangled mess on the floor. Thank god my drink was empty.

Before I could do much to get up, he was right next to me, trying to help me. The look on his face was nothing but concern and worry.

"Hey, are you alright?" His voice was like sex, even in my muddled head.

"Yeah, I think so." Oh jeez, could this be any more embarrassing? I couldn't imagine how red my face must be. I still can't decide if it was from the fall or him.

His worried face started to turn into that crooked smile that made my insides churn. "Well, let me help you up".

As he reached out to help me up, I knew it was him that was making me blush, because I definitely blushed even more when his hand came down on the small of my back. Once I was up, he reached out to shake my hand and introduced himself. "I'm Edward Cullen, and you are?"

"Bella Swan, nice to meet you, Edward." I reached out to meet his outstretched hand, and as we touched, I felt electricity shoot from my hand, all the way up my arm, and straight to my belly. He must have felt it too, because his eyes went wide for the briefest of moments.

His beautiful green eyes looked at me again, but this time full of adoration; he kissed the back of my hand, smiled, and said, "Bella, beautiful."

I swear, if it were possible to melt into a pile of goo, I would have. I just blushed again and thanked him with my eyes. I was still too stunned to talk.

"You work at McDonald's, right? I mean, did I see you last night?" He led me over to a relatively quiet area outside.

"That was me. I am not proud of it though." I was truly ashamed of my career.

"Nonsense, why are you ashamed of that? It is honest work, and I am sure it isn't easy."

"No, it isn't. What kind of work do you do?"

"I am a doctor. I just opened my own practice here in Port Angeles." Yep, he's definitely out of my league.

"Wow, a doctor, impressive." Oh man, I am such a loser.

"Not really. It's a family tradition of sorts, it's all I know. Enough about our jobs, let me get you another drink, and we can talk some more".

"Thank you, I'd like that." I gave him a quick, genuine smile as he went to get my drink.

EPOV

Shit, I was completely screwed. Just when I thought I was over what I felt last night, she's here. She was absolutely adorable, and beautiful; Bella was the perfect name for her. I felt so bad for her when she fell. I just couldn't resist helping her out, and it was the perfect "in" to talk to her, and touch her. Now that I have helped her, I wonder if she could help me with my new problem—the one in my pants. Oh god, what was I going to do? She couldn't see me like this, but I was not about to go take care of it in Alice's bathroom.

Stepping away from the bar with both drinks refreshed, I headed back outside to find my Bella. My Bella—that sounded wonderful. Of course, she wasn't mine, but I intended for that to be the case. From here on out, that was my goal. Yep, for the first time in my life, I have decided to pursue a woman—just one woman. I hardly knew her, but there was just something inside of me that wanted to be with her.

"There you are, Bella. I thought you had disappeared on me." I handed over her drink, and she took it happily.

"Like I could leave if I wanted to. Alice would hang me up by my neck if I left." Her laugh was completely mesmerizing.

"I was wondering, Bella, how do you know Alice?"

"I live upstairs. She has been trying to get me to come to these parties for a couple months now, and I finally gave in."

Oh God, she was blushing again. I must remember to make her do this more often, it was delectable. "I must say, I am very pleased to see you here. I haven't been able to get you off of my mind since last night." Shit, did I just say that out loud?

"Really?"

Down boy. My cock loved her blush, and she was doing it even more, if that were even possible. "Yes, why are you so surprised? You are tantalizing, Bella".

"No one has ever said anything like that to me. Ever. Let alone make me feel this way." She blushed again. "I am not usually this forward, but I feel the same way about you."

Fuck me, I am doomed for sure! "Bella, dance with me." I didn't realize when I said this that it sounded more like an order but she smiled, set down her drink, and took a step closer to me.

"I'd love to, but I have to warn you, I don't dance."

I didn't know what to say, so I looked longingly into her eyes, took her slender hand, and led her to the 'dance floor' that was under the carport. Once we were there, I took one hand and placed it on her lower back just above her delectable ass, and with the other hand, I took hers and began swaying to the music. Her hand was on my shoulder, and the heat that I felt there was taking over all my senses—until the song changed. It was no longer a slow song, but a medium-paced song. The beat was an erotic one, the kind that made you want to grind all over someone. I couldn't do that to her, not yet anyway.

A/N: So, will he grind, or not? I promise not to wait so long before the next update; I just hope I haven't lost anyone. You know, I hate it when authors beg for reviews, but it really does help motivate me to write. If I know my readers like the story, the more I want to please them-just sayin'! Let me know what you think!

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