Author's Note: I wasn't happy with the progression of the story so I pushed (old) Ch. 5 "First Day of School, Again" back two chapters. In its place, I inserted new Ch. 5 and 6-a fun mini-trip for Seth, Logan, and family. As you'll see in the long run, it'll better illustrate the difficulties Seth faces and how his best friend, Logan, seeks to help.

If you already read (old) Ch. 5 "First Day of School, Again," no worries. (New) Ch. 5 and 6 occur the weekend before (old) Ch. 5 so the timeline isn't ruined and there aren't spoilers, just drama, drunk messes, and sexual escapades.

As always, comments are appreciated. Perhaps some suggestions on where, when, and with whom Seth should shack up with? This isn't to say that it's even going to happen in Life Resolute, but even I don't know the answer to that.

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It was the Saturday; school started Monday. Ugh. As the morning sun broke past the eastern waves, those who slept awoke. And those who didn't sleep were finishing the night's activities, prurient or otherwise. One by one the Cullen family moseyed their way through the house getting ready for the day. By noon, I found myself at the Wii U2 with a very competitive Jake and Jasper and not so competitive Seth.

"Seth! How terrible can you get?!" Jake yelled. Jasper nodded in agreement.

Jesting by Jake and Jasper was terrible. Thankfully, Emmett was out hunting with Edward and Bella. If Emmett were added to the mix, Seth would have self-combusted.

"Seriously, you suck… Get it together!" I said. "You're killing us!"

And self-combustion occurred. (Had I taken on that much of Emmett's personality as my own?) Thankfully, Seth's controller was a holographic steering wheel. If it were real, when Seth threw it, the wall and the patio set on the other side would have been pulverized. We had just completed the house. We should try to not wreck it for at least a week.

"Fuck it, I'm done," Seth yelled. As he rose to his feet, I tried to smooth things over; it didn't work though. He was typically the mild mannered one so I was more than a little surprised. "Nah, Logan, I'm good. Just going to go for a run." He ripped his shirt off and flew out the Man Cave door.

I didn't hear him phase though so I went after him. It would probably piss him off more, but that is what best friends do. Piss each other off. I searched the property for Seth. For having a unique scent, he was unusually difficult to track when he wanted to be stealthy. After a run through the forest, I found Seth on the part of the beach that was obscured from the house. I flitted to his side in an instant. The sun was blistering, but the breeze off the ocean kept the temperature nice and cool. There was no traffic on the water today. We had the world to ourselves.

"Missing home?" I asked, breaking the silence that loomed around us.

Seth buried his bare feet deep in the wet sand. "Nah."

Silence enveloped us again. Seth and I were rarely quiet. It was usually one of us telling the other to shut the hell up so the other could talk. I leaned back and sunk my elbows in the sand. "Worried about starting school?"

"Nah," Seth said again.

"Okay… Just not feeling MarioKart?"

Seth stared at me.

"Nah," I said for him. I looked away from his gaze and into the crashing waves. There was a scattering of small fish, lobster, and other crustaceans just below the surface. If I were to put my foot in the surf, they would all scatter. It was interesting that they didn't detect me, or notice me at the least, until my toe would breach their world.

"So are you going to tell me what's eating your smile?" I asked gently. "Or do I have to sit here all day in silence? I'll do whatever." And there we sat in total silence for an eternity. Fifteen minutes later, Seth turned to me and let out sigh, and then, a sad smile. Where was this going?

"Logan, what's it like when Emmett touches you?"

I chest tightened. "Huh?" I blurted out. I was in shock, I think.

"Oh come on, you know what I'm talking about… the hanky panky, the deed, the duty, some lovin…"

I cut him off with my hand. "I get it. Why?"

"I asked first."

"Seth, I'm not going to give you the down and dirrty on my sex life. We're best friends, but we aren't THAT close." I laughed awkwardly.

Seth shook his head like I didn't understand his question. I clearly didn't. "I don't want to know the details," he clarified. "Just like I asked… what's it like? How does he make you feel?"

I eyed Seth cautiously. His gaze was serious.

"Well, you know that song your Mom hums in the morning when she leaves her and Charlie's house for work?"

"What song?" asked Seth.

"Madonna's Like a Virgin."

"Wait, what?!" Seth's voice went up an octave.

This was going to be tortuous for him. I laughed evilly. "Well, she doesn't do it all the time. Just the mornings she got lucky with Charlie!"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?" Seth said slowly and loudly.

"You would be amazed what a vampire knows. While you slept away in your room, Charlie and your Mom were well, didn't… sleep that is." My knowledge of the Swans was right on point. My knowledge of the habits of most residents in Forks and La Push were always on point. I had a lot of time on my hands.

I heard the grinding of Seth's teeth. Was he toying with the idea of pummeling me in the sand or not, I couldn't decide. "What…song… was… it…?" he finally asked.

I gave him a few lyrics. "Like a virgin… Touched for the very first time… Like a virgin…"

"OKAY, I GOT IT!" Seth balled his hands into fists and was hitting his head to get the imagery out. Thankfully, it was the imagery of his mom, and not Emmett and I.

I smiled. Silence enveloped us once more. I put on my serious face. "What is really going on?" I asked.

"This is weird. Talking about this with you, but I hope you can understand. I'm lonely."

Before I could stop myself, I raised an eyebrow. And before I could stop Seth, he was up on his feet walking away.

"Come back here!" I yelled. "I'm sorry. What do you mean?"

Refusing to face me, Seth told me to never mind.

"I'm not going to never mind you, dumb ass." I whipped Seth in the air and threw him into the surf.

Seth growled at me. I could see his body shimmer subtly. He was trying not to phase and bite my head off, literally.

"You know, I'll just do that to you again when you phase. Only you'll be a wet dog and Rose won't let you in the house."

Seth took one second and regained composure. "Rose is a bitch."

"And that is why we love her," I retorted.

Seth laughed. That was my Seth! Laughing. "I guess she isn't that bad."

"Meh, she has her moments… So what is eating you?" I asked bringing my serious face to bear on Seth. "You're lonely. What does that mean? Are you homesick?"

"No, I already told you, I'm not homesick. I'm actually relieved about that. It's a lot of pressure. I mean, if I'm on the Reservation, I have to hide what I am from most people, but then be willing to drop what I'm doing to save those people. Plus, I have my Mom and her relationship with Charlie. It's weird. What am I supposed to call him… Dad? He was one of my Dad's best friends. And then there is the whole…"

I cut Seth off. "Can I assume this is part where you explain the 'lonely' comment? Your misdirection won't defeat me. I have Emmett as a sensei in that department."

"Does he call out 'oh, grasshopper' during sex?" Seth said through a toothy grin.

I almost reacted, but slapped my palm into the sand. "I'm serious Seth. Explain: lonely!"

"Crap, I thought misdirection after you said not do it would work. Well played, Logan."

I waited.

"Ugh, I dunno. I'm lonely okay." Seth reiterated.

"Okay and… whiny…"

"Okay, don't laugh but…

"Being away from La Push has given me a lot of time to think. It was always go-go-go there. Dealing with my family, the tribe, you and your family took a lot out of my day. And it's not like I can go without sleep. We all know that isn't possible.

But yeah, since we got here, I've been thinking a lot about my future. I couldn't really do anything about it the last couple weeks because we've been working on the house the whole time. So like La Push, the house was another big distraction. But now that it's done, I'm alone with my thoughts. It's depressing."

I got it. Seth hasn't imprinted. He hasn't dated in the years that I've known him. It hasn't even been brought up. I had been too busy with Emmett and Seth had been too busy with his life. I felt guilty for having my cake and eating it too. I gave him a pained face.

"It's more than that though. I want to get married, I want to have kids, I want the whole thing. But I also want my Mom there. She's getting older and I'm not. What if it takes me a hundred years to find the one?"

"Then it'll take one hundred years," I concluded. Seth deflated at my comment. "It's a gift, you know. Some people never meet their other half. For all intents and purposes, you're immortal so that you can find that special someone. That's a gift.

"And I know your Mom wants you to get married and have all those things that made her happy. But I also think that your Mom wants you to be happy in the here and now too. Being mopey and sad about something you can't change would make her cry.

"I think you assume incorrectly that just because she won't be here someday that she won't get to see you happy. She'll be watching from Heaven and she'll be there on your wedding day. You just have to have a little faith." I let the sound of waves crashing over the rocks overtake us for a minute. I hoped Seth was pondering over my words.

"You're right," Seth said quietly.

I knew I was right. "But all my sage wisdom doesn't really help the here and now. You still feel like crap. So we are going to be more proactive about it." I got my phone out of my back pocket and texted those who would be in on my plan.

"Proactive?" Seth asked hesitantly.

"We aren't going to meet your future misses or mister wedded wife or husband sitting on the beach in freakin' Maine. We're going to the city tonight."

Seth's face was incredulous. "The city? Like Bar Harbor? We're not going to find my imprint there. And wait… MISTER! Logan, I'm not gay!"

My phone beeped. It was the text I needed, I sent a few more texts and then looked up to Seth, who was exasperated. I smiled wickedly. "Yeah, neither was Emmett."

Seth was about to object, but I put my hand up to stop him. "I know. Mystery of love, I agree."

"What?!" Seth yelled as I walked away from him.

"Go dry off and pick something nice to wea…" I stopped. "Yeah, never mind. I'll have Alice get it all together." I left Seth on the beach. I knew confusion overtook his sadness, which was sufficient for now.

When I walked into the living room, Alice whipped into my arms for a bone-crushing hug. And even for being a tiny pixie, the possibility of crushing bone wasn't exactly an exaggeration. "So you'll help me out?" I struggled to say.

"Yes! But we need to go now! I already called Emmett; he's on his way home now. I tried to convince Bella to come, but she said that there was some shopping she wanted to do in Bangor. What a liar, but hey, what can a girl do?" Alice flew from my arms and into Seth's room. A moment later she threw his suitcases down the stairs, empty of course. It was all a part of my plan.

Seth meandered into the house and gaped at the sight of Alice running between her room, his room, and the garage. Before Seth could mouth a word, I shushed him. He stomped his foot and crossed his arms.

"Trust me?" I asked.

"Logan, I hate when you do that! You get really pissed when someone doesn't say 'yes' and I know what saying 'yes' means—it means I have to do whatever you say!"

I rationalized. "I only say it when I know I'm right. This will be good for you. … Trust me?"

"UGH, FINE!" Seth was whining more than acquiescing, but he would go along with what I had planned, hopefully with only minimal complaining.

Alice yelled across the house, "Let's go!" I heard Esme's Escalade switch into gear. Alice was ready to go therefore we had to be as well.

"Let me get my jacket," Seth said.

"Nope, we go now," I instructed. Seth rolled his eyes. He was obviously regretting his decision to go along with my plan.

About twenty minutes up the road, Seth opened his mouth for the first time since we left. "Logan, when you say 'the city,' did you mean New York City?"

"How did you guess?" I asked from the backseat.

As Alice maneuvered the Escalade into the family's private hanger, Seth said, "Oh, I don't know, the fact that we are here, and Jasper and Emmett are standing in their uniforms in front of the jet."

"You're quite the observant one," Alice observed sarcastically.

Before I could open my door, Emmett was opening it for me. "Let me get that for you, sir," he said sounding so official.

I held his hand as I got out. He pulled me close to him and darted his tongue into my mouth. The deep, passionate kiss wasn't lost on Seth and I playfully put my knee into Emmett's groin. I pushed him away to his dissatisfaction. "Captain Cullen," I warned. "I'm Seth Cullen's wingman for the next twenty-four hours from which I cannot be distracted.

"Wingman?" Seth questioned.

Jasper yelled from behind the jet. He was doing the pre-flights checks. "Hey! I thought I was Captain Cullen! I won the coin toss!"

Emmett gave me a pouty look.

"Oh please," I pushed Emmett to the side. I swung on my heel and said, "You've been itching to pilot this bad boy since we got here. This is a perfect trade off. A bad boy for your bad boy." I pointed towards myself, then to the plane.

Alice took me to the side and whispered what visions she had seen concerning my plans for the night. After all this time, she could still not see Seth, Jake, or Ness directly. They were black holes in her visions. But she had told me awhile back that she is able to see around the holes at the rest of the family. Our mannerisms towards the holes gave away who the hole was. It was as good as it got for Alice at this point.

"Yeah and your mannerisms are going to be very good tonight," Alice finished. "Comical, really."

I nodded. I turned to see Seth leaning against the hood of the Escalade. "SETH! Let's go! Your imprint awaits."

Seth growled. "I don't like this idea. Who knows who I'll meet!?"

I laughed hysterically. "Alice sorta does…"

"Huh?" That got Seth's attention. In a wolf-second, he was at Alice's side trying to get her to dish. She refused. Even throughout our flight to the Big Apple, Seth tried his very best to get even an inkling of what Alice had seen. I laughed hard when Seth offered to be Alice's shopping lackey for a month. Alice considered it for a moment, but shook her head and lifted a magazine to her head. She didn't want to ruin the visions by fortune telling. Good woman!

The closer we got to New York, the faster Seth's heartbeat became. Thankfully, any human we met tonight wouldn't be able to hear that lightening fast beat or my lack of one either.

Over the speaker, Emmett… I mean Captain Cullen… announced that we would be landing shortly.

"Are you ready for a good night?" I asked Seth. "Regardless—it's just going to be me and you—so be yourself! And I won't be offended if you meet someone and ditch me. In fact, that is my personal mission. Get ready to meet NYC, Seth, because like it or not, NYC is going to know you tonight!"

Alice squealed in delight. "He's mine though for the first three hours!"

I nodded in agreement.

Seth, whose face was one part confused, one part pissed, and one part terrified, asked why.

"We have to get you the perfect outfit for tonight. I know where you are going to end up so, well… that outfit won't do." Alice pointed out Seth's attire as if it was last decade's Fashion Week failures.

I stared Seth down to which he responded, "WHAT!?"

"Yeah, Alice, make sure you get stuff that is one size smaller in the right areas. We need to accentuate his… features."

Seth's eyes exploded. "Excuse me?"

Alice winked. "Don't worry, Logan, I'm all over this!"

"Can you pick me up something fierce too?" I knew the answer before I even asked it, but Alice nodded. Her eyes glossed over in another vision. She was deciding on choices for outfits.

"Got it!" Alice screamed as the jet's landing gear met the landing strip. "I'm shocked and surprised. Seth! We're going to H&M while the boys check into the Ritz-Carlton."

"Alice, will you take the full three hours or not?" I let my own brand of visions take over my imagination. I could do a lot in three hours—with Captain Cullen.

Alice had the same vision and said, "No problem, Logan. We'll be in the room at 9:16 exactly. Be decent by then."

"Fair enough," I nodded. I looked out the window to see we were being directed toward the private hangars at JFK.

I called the phone number on the back of my American Express Centurion Card, aptly named, "the Black Card." Within five minutes, I had a penthouse suite overlooking Central Park reserved at the Ritz-Carlton, two limousines to pick us up at the hanger, and Seth's and my name on VIP lists at three of the newest and hippest clubs in the city tonight.

"It's magical," Alice opined about the card.

Emmett and Jasper powered down the jet and we were taxied into the hanger. Alice grabbed at Seth's hand who promptly pulled it away from her. The difference in skin temperature would've been the old excuse, but Alice being Alice was the excuse here.

"Stop being a baby," Alice said. She pushed the jet door open and the hangar crew brought over a mobile stairway so we could de-plane.

Seth growled, likely to himself for agreeing to this day.

As he turned his back to me, I said, "Makes you miss the good old days. Werewolves versus vampires and that bit. Am I wrong?"

Seth glared at me. "I still am not quite sure what is happening tonight."

"Trust me," I said, again.

Seth nodded.

Emmett's burgeoning self lumbered down the stairway with more grace than what would be expected by his size. He got in close to my ear and whispered, "Jasper is going to take care of payment for the hanger and then he's going to make himself scarce until 9:15 tonight. It's six now… Would you care to join me at the Ritz-Carlton for a drink?"

Emmett's sweet scent washed over me. My body responded like a flick of a switch and I promptly agreed.

The magic of the black card knew no bounds. Within twenty-minutes, two shiny luxury limousines arrived at the hanger. Seth and Alice hopped in one and Emmett and I got in the other. Jasper was still with the ground crew, but would find alternative transportation once the sun went down completely; alternative transport that would be faster than even a jet that is.

Emmett put up the privacy screen between the chauffeur and where I was snuggled up to his side. "Man, piloting the Beast was awesome!"

I snickered. "The Beast? Emmett, that sounds pretty crass for something as elegant and beautiful as the fifty million dollar jet we just left."

"Exactly! It's everything and more—the Beast." Emmett clapped his hands shut as if ending all debate on the matter.

"Well, I got my beast with me right now and all to myself for the next two hours. What shall we do? You offered to buy me a drink—well, I hope that drink is prepared in my suite. Those hotel bars can be so dank and depressing…" I repositioned myself so I could better observe Emmett in his tight uniform. And when I said tight, I meant tight in all the right places. I shifted my hand out of his and slid it ever so slowly across Emmett's thigh. I found his hardened length. It was straining down his left pant leg.

"Yes…" Emmett's eyes rolled back in his head. He swallowed hard. "We definitely should get that drink in the suite. Bars these days are full of riff raff."

"Yes, well…" I muttered as I stroked Emmett's entire length with my ability.

Emmett gasped for air, as if he needed it. "Stop it or I'm going to fuck you right here right now."

That sounded like a challenge. Let's see how far Emmett's control could take him, or us I mean. I straddled him and rubbed my belt buckle into his cock. He let loose a low growl to which I responded with cupping his balls.

Emmett bit his lip and wrapped his hands around me. He held me hard against him while I kissed his soft lips. My tongue was allowed entrance. The combination of that extravagant ecstasy and the pressure I was exuding on Emmett down under would undo him the farther we travelled up Fifth Avenue. We were getting pretty close to the hotel now. I needed to get him to the precipice. I licked across his throat. Grinding my hips into his, I was surprised that I didn't tear anything. His uniform was tight as all Hell. With a few more strokes of my mind, Emmett let out a loud, strangled moan. Emmett was thankfully getting close.

I bit his ear. Every muscle in his body tensed under me. Did he come? I waited a second, but I noticed no scent of his release. He didn't come. Good for him. I flicked my tongue across his ear. Still nothing. A light bulb popped on in my head and I knew what I had to do. I whispered into Emmett's ear, "You have no idea how hot you get me—the thought of you against my rock hard body, the fullness you give me when you fuck me, and watching you come undone quite literally throws me over the edge. Come with me. I want it so bad." I lifted my head from his ear and my eyes fell upon his nightshade eyes. I kissed his neck and licked across his Adam's apple to his chin and then onto his lips. With a subtle whine, I pretended to start coming. I let my body shudder in pretend ecstasy.

Emmett cried out some choice expletives while his body shuddered for three minutes. I rubbed his crotch more, both physically and mentally, which earned me some more growls of pleasure. He held onto me for dear life while he took gasp upon gasps of air to recover.

"Was it as good for you as if was for me?" I asked refusing to let the sarcasm leak out in my voice.

Emmett gulped hard and nodded.

"Good," I said with a kiss on his nose. The limo came to a halt and for the first time I looked out the window. It was a sight to behold. On one side was Central Park in its late summer glory. On the other side was the megacity that was central New York. Our chauffeur came around to the curbside door and opened it for us.

"Sir," he greeted as I jumped out. His eyes were all-knowing of what had just occurred, but with the three hundred dollar tip I gave him, I knew I could count on his discretion. One nod from me was all that was needed to consecrate that contract.

Emmett got out of the limo a moment later looking all disheveled. His uniform was wrinkled and I was sure his pants were uncomfortable. He quickly straightened his tie and gave our chauffeur another tip. I shook my head, but said nothing.

"Have a good stay, sirs." Our chauffeur nodded and handed his business card to the Emmett. "I'll be yours for the duration of your stay. Please call me when you need to go out."

It was a magical sight, walking into the Central Park Ritz-Carlton with the man of my dreams in my hand. I walked up to the front desk to check in. It took one flash of the black magic card and I had an old fashioned metal key in my hand. We took a private elevator to our penthouse suite. The magic continued from there. The suite had four bedrooms, five full bathrooms, a full service kitchen with kitchen staff, an office, a formal dining room, and formal and informal living rooms. The terrace overlooking Central Park was the best part. It could easily fit twenty people with room for a barbeque grill. I'm sure a grill could be wheeled in with but one phone call.

"I guess that is what we get for twenty grand a night," Emmett observed.

"Meh, Seth is worth the twenty grand," I said succinctly. "And having you here is an excellent bonus, if might add." I grabbed Emmett's hand and pulled him along. "Let's find our room. Seth gets the master suite, but I'm sure the others rooms are just as awesome." With little time, we found our room. I spun around and saw Emmett sitting on the edge of the bed, his face was all contorted. Was he coming again? I laughed. He didn't join me.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

Emmett looked down. "Did you lie to me, in the limo?"

"Lie to you? About what?"

"Did you," Emmett cleared his throat. "You know… come… with me?"

Is that what his anguish about? Me faking it? "I guess I did lie. I did it to get you off. I would've hated to have left you at half mast when the limo parked. I needed to get you off."

He bit his lip. "I don't like using you like that."

"Oh geez," I whispered sympathetically. I walked over to Emmett and knelt in front of him. "Emmett, I give you permission to use me. Nothing gives me more happiness and joy than to watch you be happy and joyous—and a sexual happy is just as good in my book too."

"I don't want to disrespect you."

"Emmett," I said firmly. I sat next to him on the bed and pulled him towards me. "You don't disrepect me. I was giving you pleasure. I intended it to be one-sided. My intention, my choice… In fact, I was respecting your manhood. And boy did it get me hot so really, I wasn't lying." I bit Emmett on the neck. I broke the skin and broke him out of his self-deprecation. "Brooding is for people like Edward. Jubilance is more your style," I whispered as I licked the half moon cut closed. When he didn't answer I pulled away from his face so I could see what his problem was. There was no problem… His onyx eyes told me that much. The only problem was in his pants, which promptly became my problem… in my pants as well. I growled lowly as Emmett picked me up by the waist and threw me down on the bed. Five seconds later, his clothes and mine for that matter were shredded.

Damn, I thought. That uniform was sexy!

Two hot hours later, the clock on the nightstand said 9:12. Shit! I hopped out of bed and moved towards the bathroom for a quick shower. I didn't make it far because Emmett decided he was going to try and coax me back. His bedroom eyes were something to behold. "Come on," he said seductively. "One more romp."

I responded with laughter. "I love that word. 'Romp.' It's versatile."

"You're versatile," Emmett concluded.

"I could say the same thing about you, but now you need to let me shower. I smell like sex. And no! You can't shower with me." My shower was hot, brisk, and refreshing. Throwing on my remaining clothing option—a bathrobe—I walked past Emmett who was lazing in bed in his naked glory. I opened the door to the hallway, but stopped myself to do a double take. I slowly turned around to see that not only was Emmett laying in his naked glory, his cock was towering above him. Venom pooled in my mouth all of a sudden. Emmett knew exactly what he was doing.

I was going to close the door, with me on the Emmett side of course, but Alice yelled across the penthouse. "Don't even think about it, Logan! You have things to do and it doesn't include your mate!" The door to the penthouse opened and Seth's booming laughter poured in. Bastard.

Emmett turned over so that his glorious gluteus maximus peaked into the air. "Foiled again," he whispered.

"Life is hard," I said sarcastically as I closed the door. I was on the non-Emmett side. "FML," I whispered. I met Alice and Seth in the hallway with Jasper on their tail. He dropped a half dozen bags with the H&M logo on them with a sizable look of annoyance plastered across his face.

"Thank me that I know everyone's sizes!" Alice said and whirled through the bags pulling out belts, boots, and briefs. She threw the briefs at me. "Am I good sister or what?"

"She saw the shredding," Seth said. "She gagged in the store."

"Go shower!" I exclaimed. "You smell like a dog. Your room is straight down the hallway. Get a move on." Shortly after he departed, I heard Seth gasp.

Alice bumped my side. "You gave him the master suite, didn't you?"

"You ask that like it was a true question," I replied.

Alice look frustrated. "I was hoping you would have given it to us. We need a vacation too!"

"If your room is anything like ours, Alice, you won't be dissatisfied," I threw out.

"I know," Alice said succinctly. And she did know.

As Alice busted into Seth's room to lay out his evening wares, I called down to the front desk and requested the hotel's finest meal—for five. Seth could put that amount down easily. I walked over to the bar and began to whip up a pitcher 'o booze. Seth and I have tested, at length, the amount of alcohol required to get a shapeshifter any where near intoxication. As one would expect, it took a whole lot of half gallons and forties to get the proper mix. Over the years, I discovered that a Long Island Iced Tea does the best job of not only getting a shit ton of alcohol into a Seth's system, but also it was the least conspicuous. We didn't want people questioning why Seth was literally drinking a half-gallon of vodka as if it were merely water. Always got to put on the human facade.

The kitchen staff delivered "our" food on three huge carts. I tipped them handsomely and requested that they have enough drunk food to feed five prepared to be sent up to the room for 4:30 AM, one-half hour after last call. Perfect. Not long after the food was delivered, Seth flew out his room freshly showered and shaved. He was looking fine for a perpetually muscled piece of man meat, but I wasn't about to stroke his ego. Seth demolished the smorgasbord in fifteen minutes flat. He was about to put on his fresh clothes, but I stopped him with the pitcher 'o booze.

"Chug this, then put on your clothes," I instructed.

"You're lucky I like your concoctions," Seth said as he greedily gulped down the liquid. I was thankful that alcoholism wasn't an issue in his family. We didn't want a drunken wolf peeing on the carpet, did we?

I walked back to room to get ready myself. Emmett was still in bed, still naked, and still too tempting! Ignoring Emmett's hot self, I dropped Alice's H&M bag on the dresser to see what goodies she got me. No sooner did I rip open the bag did Seth yell bloody murder from his room.

I ran over at light speed. "What's the matter?" I exclaimed.

"This doesn't fit!" Seth roared. He was a sight to see.

Jasper, Alice, and Emmett—in a towel—flew into the room as well.

"Dude, Seth, you're hot!" Emmett said. I would be jealous at that comment, but…

"Go put some clothes on," Seth responded. "You're making me uncomfortable." I turned Emmett around and slapped his ass for good measure as he left the room.

Alice giggled. "Am I a miracle worker or what?"

I had to agree. When I said we needed to accentuate all of Seth's features, well… they were well accentuated. He wore a jet-black v-neck shirt that matched his jet-black hair. The v of the neck stopped just inside the indentation of his collarbone. The shirt held to his biceps, chest, and abs tightly. The shirt stopped at his waist perfectly so that his expensive black leather belt was displayed properly. If Seth raised his arms even an inch above his shoulder, his shirt would conveniently show off a thick v-cut and an ab or two. Sometimes one had to blast the girls (or boys) with whatcha got. The skinny jeans hugged his hips and legs, and stopped at his black leather boots, the only piece that Seth already owned and was allowed to wear. The whole ensemble made Seth into a hot mystery man. We're talking tall, dark, handsome, and hot… Yes! Yeah, I know I'm taken and/or spoken for, but a vampire can look, right?

I leaned against the door. "Good job, Alice! This is going to be good."

"IT IS TOO TIGHT!" Seth complained loudly.

"What a whiner," Jasper laughed.

"Oh, honey," Alice said. "The shirt and jeans have spandex material, just pull them a little and get the ruffles out!"

"WAIT!" I yelled. I approached Seth and did this job for him. "He'll rip the master piece," I cautioned.

"Better not," Alice replied curtly. "We didn't get any replacements!"

I rolled my eyes and left Seth to complain in solitude. I dug out my own ensemble. Tonight, Alice assigned me a blue polo, silver skinny jeans, and Sperry's. Was I going to the club on a sailboat?

"Babe," Emmett whispered behind me. He wrapped his strong hands around my torso and ground his erection into the small of my back. After he nuzzled his nose in my hair, he said, "I can't wait for you to come home. I'm going to miss you." He sniffed my hair, taking in my scent to hold onto.

"Love you," I whispered.

"I know," he replied. I guess I was Han Solo and he Leia.

I sauntered down to Seth's room. It was time to go. He was lying upon his bed as if he were about to curl up and fall asleep. "Time to go, Sleeping Beauty."

"Where are we going exactly?" he asked.

"You'll find out. Let's go, the night is young. I'm young. You're young. I guarantee a good time."

Seth hopped off his bed and followed me out the door. In our personal elevator, he quipped, "You aren't young."

"Yes, I am."

"No, you are not," he spat with smile. "Old man."