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"Bella! How's it going?" I was walking into the Modern Men Offices when Tanya rang my Blackberry. It was 8:00 in the morning, I was very crabby and missed my caffeine fix because of some wicked crazy hot as fuck sex dream I had involving Edward that made me roll back to sleep when my alarm went off just so I could see if it replayed itself when I fell back asleep.

It didn't and I was almost late for work. Which meant no shower and certainly no Starbucks. The only good thing was that Edward was letting me off an hour early. Two hours, maybe, if I could swing it.

I quickly filled Tanya in as to what was going on and half listened as she droned on about what was going on in New York. I finally reached the 16th floor when I told her I had to go.

Upon stepping into the suite I noticed two things. Well, really, two men. Both looked like they could be WWW wrestlers and both were staring me down like they didn't know what planet I came from. I recognized Thing 1 as Emmett, Edward's older brother, but the other guy was a mystery. He was attractive. I'd say a couple inches shorter than Edward, tanned skin, dark eyes, body like Zeus, and pearly white teeth. In other words, he made my lady parts tingle.

"Bella," Edward stopped me from escaping into my office, "I'd like you to meet my brother Emmett and one of his junior editors Jacob Black,"

"Nice to meet you," I shook both men's hands.

"Jacob will be spending time in our office working with our Men's Health Editor," Edward clarified.

"Oh, well, I guess you're a newbie like me," I chuckled and playfully punched his shoulder. Then recoiled when I realized what a lame ass I surely must have looked like.

"Maybe we could help each other out," he played back. He didn't punch my arm – thank God because he'd probably break a bone.

"Yes, well," Edward interrupted our introduction, "Jacob will be only working here on Fridays and his office is on the other side of the building, so he won't be a distraction at all."

"Unless you want me to be," Jacob interjected and smiled at me.

I looked between all three men. Jacob was flirting with me…that much I knew. Edward looked like he was about to steamroll him out of the building and Emmett was busy on his Blackberry.

Interesting. Jacob was cute – well, handsome really, but if he was going to be working here, I didn't need to piss where I ate. I also didn't want to rock the boat between anyone because Edward looked like he was about to pummel him in the ground. Not that he could win…Jacob looked like Hulk Hogan's muscular brother. He wasn't really my type, though, and I wondered in my mind, perhaps, if things fell through with Alec, if Rosalie would be at all interested.

"Well, Ed, gotta go…Black, be good," Emmett turned his focus on me and smiled, "Bella, it was a pleasure meeting you. This office needs a woman's touch."

"I hope I see you around, Emmett," I responded politely before moving around him and walking into my office.

I spent the next three hours trying to write my article. You would think I could've written an entire novel with all the things I don't know about men, but I was having writer's block. Really, I told myself, I just wasn't used to being in front of a Word document for anything other than typing up Tanya's memos. I needed to get into the groove of things and badly and I briefly wondered if Edward was having any more luck with what he was writing.

I glanced back at my screen and read the only words I had written today:

What I know about men is

Fuck.

I felt the slight vibration of my cell phone buzzing on my desk and picked it up to find a text from Rosalie.

Bella…need a favor

This cannot be a good sign.

*Proceeds with caution* Yes, Rose?

I got a response not even a full minute later.

Alec's friend Demetri is in from out of town…drinks tonight? Plssssssss I'll pay for u…

Ugh. No way.

Ugh…no way, Rose. Have Alice do it.

She's going to Dallas to see Jasper this weekend. Please, Bella!!!! Free Starbucks for a week

Hmm…free Starbucks? Well…since I'm not particularly doing anything tonight…and Rose is one of my best friends…and I'm sure – well, pretty sure – she'd do it for me.

You must bring said Sbux to my apt every morning for 1 week. And pay for drinks tonight.

ILU BELLA!!!!!

Well, I guess I had a date tonight.

It was around 2:50 when I made my way to Edward's office to wrap up for the night – the weekend, as it was Friday. I quietly knocked on the door and he lifted his head to meet my gaze. He looked…overwhelmed, but good at the same time. His hair was messier than usual – a tell that he probably was running his fingers through it all day – and his shirt was slightly crinkled. I mean, not enough to fully notice it, but I had a very keen sense of observation.

"Edward, I'm leaving soon…just wanted to check in with you to see if you needed anything else?"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot you were leaving early today," he ran his hand over his face, "no, it's ok, have a nice weekend."

"Are you sure you don't need anything…you look…a bit frazzled."

"No, it's nothing you can do to help," he offered a small smile, "just…nevermind. Do you have any plans for the weekend?"

"Going out for drinks with my good friend, her boyfriend, and apparently his friend," I replied nonchalantly. It really wasn't a big deal. I usually got stuck with the tag-a-long friend.

"Oh," something flashed in his eyes, "so, like a double date?"

I couldn't get fired for him being…jealous? Could I? Well, technically Tanya's my boss and I could tell her it's for research…so no, I concluded, no firing for Bella.

"Not really," I shrugged, "more like meeting friends for drinks. Jeeze, I haven't gone out this much since college."

He chuckled along with me before he spoke, "well, I hope you have a good night tonight, Bella. I'll see you Monday."

"You, too, Edward," I replied before scurrying off to my office. I suppose it was rude to not ask him if he had plans this weekend, but I wanted to leave as soon as possible.

I checked my email one more time and was surprised to see I got a message from Rose.

From: Rosalie L. Hale

To: Isabella Swan

Subject: Tonight…

Hey B,

Sorry to email you at work, BUT I sent you like three texts messages…so I figured my girl was hard at work . Anyway, Alec and Demetri are game. I'm going with Alec to pick him up at O'Hare, so we're gonna push drinks back a little…so meet us at Twilight around 9:00. They want to go see some band at The House of Blues, too…so that should be fun! Call to confirm, girlfraan…

-Rose

I did, indeed, call Rosalie to confirm. After work, I got home around 4:00 after the hustle and bustle of public transportation. I took a quick cat nap before getting up to get ready and take that well deserved shower. Thank God Chicago outlawed indoor smoking, otherwise I would have smelled like an ashtray all day today. There is a certain way cigarette smell can't be covered up, even with a generous amount of Chanel Chance.

I decided to dress up a bit, since it was more of an upscale bar, and decided on skinny dark jeans and a sequined black tank top. It was winter in Chicago, but I had my pea coat on, so I figured I would be okay. I hailed a cab to the club and almost grimaced when I walked inside. It was a Friday so ,of course, there were wall to wall people there. I soon spotted Rose, Alec, and who I was guessing was Demetri sitting at one of the booths, so I went ahead and made my way over.

Introductions were made and he seemed like a nice enough guy. I soon found out he lived in Atlanta and worked as the Director of Communications at a Finance company. The conversation among the four of us seemed to flow well, but often times Alec and Rose would get caught in their own little world. And that was okay because I was generally having a good time with Demetri and that surprised me…but in a good way. About an hour into our gathering I felt Rose lean over to me and whisper in my ear.

"Bella, that guy has been staring at you all night…and holy shit, his friend is fuckhot!"

I looked at her with a confused expression on my face, but she just pointed towards the bar. From where she was sitting she could see him better, so I craned my neck around to get a better look.

Edward.

And Emmett.

Fuck. What were the chances?

"Holy shit, Rose," I whispered back to her, "the guy in the white dress shirt is my boss and his friend is actually his brother."

"No, shit, Bells. Isn't that a coincidence,"

But something in her voice told me she didn't think so at all.

"Bathroom?"

She just nodded and turned to the boys excusing herself and I before sliding out of the booth and waiting for me to join her side. Once we were in the bathroom, it allowed us to speak more freely.

"How long has he been here? Was he staring at me the entire time?"

"Bella, he was staring at you like you were his last meal for the last twenty minutes. I was staring right back at him, but he didn't even notice me. He didn't notice anything. At one point, some blonde girl – fake blonde- came up to him and was practically humping his leg and he shooed her off!"

"But like…how was he looking at me?"

Rose had a twinkle in her eye. "Bella? Do you like him?"

"No," Shit. That was too quick of a response.

"Aww, baby," she kissed my cheek, "you do like him."

"No I don't. I just want to make sure work isn't awkward is all."

"It's ok if you like him. He clearly shows interest in you and doesn't care who knows it."

"Rose, it would be really unprofessional."

"But Bella, you're only working for him for six months. Maybe you could try him out, " she made a thrusting motion with her hips, "and if it's awkward just write really quick and get your articles all done in like a month so you can go back to Botox Betty down on the 10th floor."

Clearly Rose didn't know how Journalism worked, but I ignored that. "Rose, I just…can't. I couldn't even trust a loser like James to be a faithful…but a man who has it all? Come on!"

"Jesus Bella, I'm telling you…he looks like really into you. At one point his jaw flexed and he tightened his fists, so I looked over to see what sparked it and Demetri was brushing your cheek with his hand. Boss man is HARDCORE JEALOUS."

"Rose, I feel really uncomfortable."

"Just go talk to him…I'll come with you. Alec and Demetri are friends, I'm sure they can handle being alone."

"And Alec won't get mad that you're going to talk to another guy?"

"Bella, this guy is your boss. It's not like we're ditching them for hotter guys or anything," she turned to look in the mirror and then back at me, "except we are. I bet Edward's brother knows how use his man muscle."

"Ew, Rose, plus…he's not my boss."

She quickly grabbed my hand and led me back to the booth.

"Guys, we spotted Bella's co-worker over there and we're going to say hi. So you boys catch up and we'll be back," Alec leaned in for a kiss, but she ignored him and dragged me to where Edward was still shooting daggers into Demetri's skull.

"Edward, what a surprise," I didn't really know what else to say. I mean, clearly not greeting him would've been rude, right?

"Bella, I didn't know you'd be here tonight," was his response, which made Rose snort, but I think I was the only one who heard her over the loud music.

"Edward, Emmett, this is Rosalie Hale, Rose, this is Edward and his brother Emmett Cullen," I introduced the three of them and they exchanged quick pleasantries.

"So, what are you ladies up to tonight?" Emmett asked and I was going to respond, but Rose quickly interjected.

"Oh, we're here with a couple of our guy friends," she pointed to the booth and gave a quick wave to the guys before turning back to us.

"Not boyfriends?" Emmett pressed.

"Nope, not boyfriends," Rose was such a hooker. I raised an eyebrow slightly at her, but she brushed me off.

"Well, in that case, can I buy a pretty lady a drink?" Emmett grinned at Rose and she nodded her acceptance.

"Guess I'm not his type," I whispered in Edward's ear jokingly.

"I don't think he's meaning to be rude," Edward explained, "but ever since we walked in here, he's been drawn to your friend. Didn't you say she had a boyfriend, though?"

"Um…Alec is sort of…her boyfriend? I don't know. They've only been casually dating a couple months. Plus, it's not on Facebook, so it's not official," I joked.

"Ah, I see," he smirked. "Can I get you something to drink?"

No. Do. NOT. Accept Isabella Marie Swan!!

"Sure. I'll just have a beer."

"No fruity girl drink?" Edward laughed.

"Nope, no fruity girl drinks tonight," I rolled my eyes at him and watched him as he turned to the bartender and ordered me a Corona. I glanced to my left and noticed Rose had her game face on. She wasn't even blatantly trying to hide that she was all up on Emmett. I turned to the booth and Alec and Demetri were lost in conversation with each other…which was a good thing because Rose was practically unleashing her mating call on Emmett.

"Your brother isn't seeing anyone or anything, right?" I whispered into Edward's ear.

"No, why?" he looked confused.

"Just making sure. Rose doesn't always pick the best ones," I didn't need to tell him about the time in college she dated a married man – by accident – for three months until his wife caught them in bed at his lake house.

"Looking out for your girl…I can respect that."

"Well, my girls are really all I have here," I shrugged and took the beer he was offering.

"Family?"

"In Washington state. Some are in Florida, but mostly west coast," I replied.

"So what brings you to Chicago? School?"

"Nope. Went to school at Washington University. I moved here to be near my best friend Alice. Also known as the only functional relationship I've ever known in my life."

"And where is Alice?"

"In Dallas with her boyfriend, but it's cool cause I have Rose. She and Alice were roommates in college and Rose will never leave Chicago," I laughed.

"How often do you go home?"

"Uh, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter, I guess. I'm from a small town. Really small…not even a suburb of anything. There's not much to do there. I love my parents, but they come to Chicago when my dad takes his vacation days and that's good enough for me. Alice is my family, really. Well and Rose."

He just nodded and continued drinking his beer and I wondered if I gave too much up.

"Bella?" I felt a large hand touch my back and glanced behind me. Demetri.

Oh, right.

"Oh, Demetri…this is Edward Cullen, Editor in Chief of Modern Men's Magazine. Edward, this is Demetri Felix, he's the director of RBS Financial in Atlanta," I introduced the two men and watched as they exchanged pleasantries.

"Hey, we were thinking about going to The House of Blues. I've never been there and there's a really great band playing there tonight," Demetri propositioned me.

"Oh, um, yeah, sure," I stuttered. I didn't really want to go, but I feel like things were getting a bit too personal with Edward and maybe, just maybe, I might be able to score a little over the shirt fondling with Demetri in the darkness of the club.

"Oh, you're a fan of The Brown Brothers?" Edward interjected to Demetri.

"You know of them?"

"Of course," Edward responded. "We actually interviewed them last month for the magazine. Emmett and I were actually going to go see them play – they gave me some VIP passes – but we decided to stop by here for a drink instead."

"No shit," Demetri stuttered like a fourteen year old fan girl who had just learned she was about to meet her favorite Teen Idol.

"Actually," Edward began to dig into his back pocket and pulled something out, "ah! Here, I knew I had the passes with me. Hmm, but unfortunately I only have two."

"Oh," Demetri's voice dropped.

"Well, I mean, you and your friend could take them and I can make sure Bella gets home safely."

"Thanks, man!" Demetri started and I began to get offended that he'd take the passes over time with me, "but blues music isn't Alec's thing. Bella and I could go, though," he turned to me, "what do you say, Bella?"

"Actually that sounds like fun," I agreed and saw Edward's head slightly explode in my peripheral.

"Well, I hope you enjoy them," Edward said icily. Obviously his plan backfired and my inner Bella soared.

I smiled sweetly as I took the passes from Edward and turned back to Alec.

"Why don't you tell Alec we're leaving and I'll inform Rosalie."

"Sure thing," he grinned and walked back towards the booth Alec was sitting in.

"Thanks so much Edward," cheesy smile still turned on bright, "there's just something so sexy about blue's music, don't you think?"

"Yeah. Sexy," he was pouting like a three year old.

"Have a nice night, Edward," I moved to leave, but then looked over my shoulder, "thanks for the tickets."

"Yeah," he looked disheartened and in that moment, I felt bad for him.

"Hey, why don't you just take the tickets back. I don't really like blue's music all that much, anyway," I offered thrusting the tickets in his face.

"No, Bella," he protested, shaking his head. "Have fun, I insist."

"Ok," I relented, backing away, "See you Monday?"

"Of course," his mouth twitched up into a smile and I almost melted.

Almost.

I quickly explained the situation to Rose, who, by the way, was not happy to learn I was leaving her alone with Alec. You know, her boyfriend? Emmett looked even angrier and I was beginning to think I should've just stayed home tonight.

The House of Blues was pretty fun. We met the band and a couple opening acts and it wasn't until 4 am when I finally rolled into my apartment. Demetri had insisted on accompanying me to my apartment to see I had arrived safely even though Alec lived all the way on the other side of the city.

He had a full day with family tomorrow and on Sunday he was leaving to go back to Atlanta, so we exchanged cell phone numbers and made arrangements to meet up the next time he was in town. I know he was disappointed that I didn't invite him up…or that we, in fact, did not play a game of over-the-shirt fondling.

Let me reiterate that I rolled into my bed roughly at 4:15 am, so being woken up by my loud as hell Lady Gaga ring tone at 9:20 had me seeing red.

"Rosalie Hale, it's Saturday for Christ sakes!"

"Cockblocking son of a bitch! NO Starbucks for you," Rose screamed into the phone.

"'Scuse me???"

"You left me there with Alec to go run off to The House of Blues to watch The Jonas Brothers!"

"Um, The Brown Bro-"

"I don't care!" she shrieked, "Emmett Cullen and I had a connection! And you BLEW it and I couldn't even snag his number because Alec came faithfully trotting behind Demetri as you left!"

"Um, you're mad at ME because you didn't get to cheat on your boyfriend?" Was I hearing this right or was I still drunk from last night?

"Ok, Alec isn't my boyfriend. We're casually dating and not exclusive," Rose defended.

"Big deal. Fine, I'll snag his number from Edward on Monday," I calmed her down. "Happy?"

"Will you really?" she breathed into the phone. "Oh, Bella! Ask Edward if he said anything about me, but, like, don't make it too obvious. You know, like how you have a tendency to make things obvious. Be like 'what did Emmett think of Rosalie' or no! Wait! 'Emmett and Rosalie seemed to hit it off, huh?'"

"What the fuck are you prattling on about?" I was rubbing my temples.

"Just don't carry a huge neon sign being like "Rosalie wants to FUCK THE SHIT out of Emmett" k?"

"Sure thing," I acquiesced. "Are you done?"

"Well, yeah, about the Emmett thing, but lis-," I didn't give her time to finish before I hung up on her, shut my phone off, and rolled over.

The work week seemed to be a bit…well, different. On Monday, Edward was swamped with meetings all day, so I couldn't say two words to him let alone ask for Emmett's number. Which, of course, irritated Rose to no end. She even called my work telephone three times. I hung up on her each time and then suggested to the IT guy that we get caller ID for our phones.

Tuesday when I walked into the office his door was closed. I knew he was in because I could see the light under the door and ever so often I heard shuffling around in there. He came out once to greet a potential client and then shuffled back into his office without saying a peep to me, or anyone else, for that matter.

On Wednesday, Jessica informed me that Edward would be coming in late because of morning meetings and when he bristled in at 1:00 pm, looking all GQ and shit, he brisked into his office without so much a word and slammed his door shut.

On Thursday I was becoming a little bit nervous of his demeanor. Sure, without interruptions, my article was almost done. We had decided to write one article each that we would publish in our respective magazines. The main goal was to show readers of Vanity and Modern Men's that by reading each others magazines, we would be fully versed in all things opposite sex related. I had about 1900 words – without revisions – and was feeling pretty confident. But, I was only half of the equation. With Edward extremely busy I had no idea what he had written or how far along he was. I didn't even know if he had started yet and it made me nervous considering our deadline was looming around the corner.

Tentatively, I stood from my chair and walked slowly to the opposite side of the hallway to see if he was busy. I pressed my ear to the door and shut my eyes. After a moment, I was confident that knocking on his door would not interrupt a phone conversation to I brought my hand up to the door and timidly knocked.

"Come in," he sounded annoyed.

I opened the door cautiously and tried to not be noticeable that the vision of him stole my breath away. Gone was his tie and the top three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. I could faintly make out the dusting of brown colored chest hair and I think I began to salivate. His hair – which was a sexy disaster in its own right most days – was even more haphazardly tousled. But what really got me were the beginnings of the five o'clock shadow on his face. In the time I worked for him, he had always been clean shaven, but he either skipped the razor this morning or something because holy shit was his barely there scruff panty dropping.

"Yes?" he raised one eyebrow up at me, clearly indicating he wasn't in the mood for my silent worship and lack of vocal skills.

"I need to talk to you about the article. I'm almost finished," I began hesitantly, "I need to know how its coming along on your end before I submit my piece to Tanya."

"Almost done," he replied gruffly.

"Oh, ok," I was at a loss of what to say and was turning into an annoying meek puppet. "Well, um, okay since it's almost done I mean…should we…"

"Should we what?" he snapped and rubbed his temples. "Spit it out so I can get back to work."

"Nevermind," I rolled my eyes at him and held my hands up in surrender. "Just thought that maybe instead of being a little moody girl this week you could, you know, work with me to plan our next article. To get ahead of the game to save these magazines, but you know…go back to being a little bitch."

I was halfway out the door when I heard the wheels of his desk chair slam into the wall and him stalk behind me. He grabbed my arm and forced me to look at him.

"What the hell did you just call me?" he was seething. Good, asshole!

"A moody little bitch?" I offered grinning.

"A moody…little…bitch?" he repeated. "Could you be any more unprofessional?" he was muttering this to himself more so than to me.

"Listen, pot calling the kettle black," I began yanking his hand off my arm, "I don't know what the hell happened to you this week, but whatever it is, leave it at home. You've been moody and irritable and frankly have been harder to work for than most women at Vanity. Even Tanya when she has her period!"

"You try running a magazine and see how jolly you are at all times."

"Leave it at home, Edward," my voice was softer, "You need to be on top of your game in order to save his magazine. Which means working with me if this new project is supposed to double the number of readers."

"Leave it at home?" he was laughing and shaking his head, "how am I supposed to leave it at home when it's sitting across from me every day?"

What? Surely…he wasn't talking about me, was he?

"How was the band, Bella?" at this point he had me pressed up against the wall, hands on either side of my head and leaning into me.

"Uhh, good…thanks," I stammered. My heart was pounding out of my chest for so many reasons. His proximity, the fact we were in the hallway outside our offices and that anyone could come walking down the hall, the way he was looking at me – both murderous and full of want at the same time – I just didn't know how to wrap my head around what was going on.

"I'm glad you liked it," he dipped his head down so that it was level with mine. "You being with him was all I could think about all night – all weekend. Wondering how he was touching you, if he saw you home, if he…"his breathing quickened, "if he spent the night."

"Then why did you offer the tickets?" My voice was so low it was barely a whisper.

"To get him out of the picture," he hissed.

My heart was pounding out of my chest. "Why? We agreed that - that we're co-workers and shouldn't..." I couldn't complete the sentence. I knew it was bullshit. I put on a front like I didn't want him and knew he could see right through me. We both knew I wanted him. And at times I slipped up, but then I quickly brought myself back to reality and put on my sarcasm face to save the day. And frankly? It was tiring. This isn't how I envisioned spending the next five or so months of my life. Being professional, yet bitchy at the same time to keep him at bay when I really just wanted to staple gun him to my desk and ride him like a stallion. I just couldn't understand why he still wanted me. Was it the thrill of the chase and was he really that stupid to risk something so huge as this magazine for it? God, I wish I knew more about men.

"Why?" he chuckled darkly to himself and breaking me from my obsessing. "I'll tell you why, bec-,"

"Edward?" Jessica looked between the two of us confused and he abruptly removed his hands from the wall and smoothed down the front of his shirt before addressing her.

"Yes, Jessica?"

I was mortified beyond belief. I could only imagine what was running through her head. Coupled with the fact that he already looked like someone tried molesting him and I'm sure my embarrassed blush could've easily been mistaken for a turned on.

"I tried, um, paging you. You have a call on line one," she shot him an apologetic look. "It's your father."

"Yes, right, well…if you'll excuse me, I'll take this in my office," he walked into his office, closing the door behind him.

Which left Jessica and I in the hallway. Awkward.

"Afternoon, Jessica," I nodded and made my way into my office, but her voice called out to me and I heard her follow me in there. I was taking a seat at my desk as she entered and closed the door.

"What is going on?" she asked excitedly, leaning over my desk.

Wait, what?

"I don't know what you mean?"

"Oh, come on, Bella! He was about to pounce on you!"

"He just got angry because I said something which he construed as rude and let the moment take the best of him."

"Bella, he looked like he was going to rip your panties off with his teeth!" Oh, how I wish.

"Nothing is going on between us," I replied coolly. Who the fuck was this chick and why is she in my business?

"Did you say something rude to him? Or did you write it in an email?" she inquired. "Be careful, all email here is monitored by the IT staff and reported directly to Edward."

"No, I barely use the company's ema…hold on. Everything is reported to Edward?"

Fancy running into him at Twilight.

"Well, I mean, not everything, but you have a trial period of 90 days when you're new. To make sure you're not a dumbass emailing company information to outside sources. We usually have new hires sign a waiver, but since you're not technically employed with this particular magazine, your waiver you signed with Vanity probably applies and was kick started when you came here."

"So, like, let's say my mom emails me a message telling me how her vacation in Boca went? It gets directly forwarded to Edward?"

"At the end of the day, yes, but only for the first 90 days. Just to make sure when you reply back it's not giving away secrets of the magazine. Don't worry, though, there's nothing in the waiver about personal email. Did your mom have a fun trip in Boca?"

"So, like, is it collected by the end of the week…day…?"

"Everything is forwarded to Edward at the end of the day, but he's been so busy he probably doesn't even check it. Plus, you've been working in this company technically for three years, so I doubt…"she was droning on and on and I tuned her out. She finally got the hint and bid me a farewell before exiting my office.

I was pissed. He used the email Rosalie sent me to his advantage. To catch me out after work hours and try and persuade my date to leave me! Quickly pulling up a blank email document, I began typing.

To: Rosalie L. Hale

From: Isabella Swan

Subject: MOTHER FUCKER

Rose,

Since I did you a favor the other day, I need one in return. Please consult with the lawyers at the firm to see if spying on work emails for personal gain is legal. Also, please educate me on sexual harassment and see how I can set up a seminar here because they BADLY need it.

P.S. The sex with Demetri was OUT OF THIS WORLD. Who knew blue's music was such a turn on?

Love you,

Bella