Lemon Drop Martini
1 - 1 1/2 oz Absolut® Citron vodka
1 - 1 1/2 oz limoncello lemon liqueur
2 oz sweet and sour mix
1 - 1 1/2 oz fresh lemon juice
1 tsp sugar
Combine ingredients in a cocktail shaker half-filled with ice cubes; shake well. Swirl half a lemon around the rim of a martini glass and dip in sugar.
Pour the contents of the cocktail shaker into the glass, and serve.
Rocking the Club
Edward followed Victoria into the club, but quickly took the lead once they were inside. He headed straight for the closest bartender looking to pour a drink. The bartender looked his way and Edward signaled that he wanted to order. His thirst for something numbing was strong, and he planned on making this drink the first of many for the evening.
He chose a double scotch on the rocks, hoping that the alcohol would diminish the voices spinning around in his mind. He was looking for that little click inside his head, the one that occurred when the booze did its job. Other than being around Bella and her quiet mind, it was his only reprieve from being bombarded by the thoughts of the crowd around him.
Edward led the way to a table tucked back in the corner. He could hear all the women's lust filled thoughts as he passed by them.
Damn he's hot!
What I wouldn't give to have that beautiful face between my legs.
Edward pinched the bridge of his nose.
Fuck, I just need to find that click. I can't stay here much longer if I don't.
Following his second drink, the voices of those around him started to fade. He felt his body relax with the release of the strain his talent brought him in crowds. He looked over at Victoria. She was still engaged in a text conversation with someone. In the back of his mind, he wondered if his "issue" in the car made her start looking elsewhere for her evening jollies.
Two could play the same game, he thought. He pulled his phone from his hip and read through his incoming messages.
Shit, TAT!
From: Tanya Denali
Re: Bella Swan
Cullen, remember what we discussed today. Agent Swan is off limits. She will not be your next conquest, if I get any hint that you have crossed the line, I will pull her off this assignment.
Understood?
I may not have control over you nor can I stop your usual patterns, but I see great potential in Agent Swan. I'll be damned if you are going to ruin her career just as she is getting started.
Consider yourself warned!
Tanya
What Tanya didn't realize was that Bella had become forbidden fruit to Edward, his favorite kind. It always added to his pleasures.
I will have her. That's not up for debate. But I'll just have to be careful, take it slowly. Hell, it will just make it more delicious in the end.
Scrolling through the functions on his phone, he saw one titled, "Positions". He hesitated and pressed the screen to open the program. Edward knew that he was about to invade Bella's privacy, but he wanted and needed to know where she was.
He closed his eyes remembering her scent and the delicate curve of her neck.
Damn her! And what did she see in that wolf man anyway?
Waiting for the screen to refresh and show him Bella's location, he glanced over at Victoria who was finishing her drink and signaling that she needed another one. It looked like she was his for the evening, and the thought of spending more time with her disgusted him.
How can I get rid of her? Wish her chair had an eject button? He smiled at this wicked thought.
Looking back at his phone he saw Bella's exact location highlighted. It took a few seconds for him to realize that she was close by, only a few feet from him. Her distance from his location was twenty feet north.
"Fuck, she's here!" Edward yelled, startling Victoria.
"Who are you talking about?" Victoria was not amused that he had acknowledged the presence of another woman, since she was already feeling ignored.
I really should have gone out with Peter instead. God could he lick my clit.
Edward continued to snub Victoria and stood up, scouting for Bella. He didn't see her in the crowd, but easily found Jacob standing a head above everyone else in front of a long bar.
Well, he's good for something, huh? Find the big oaf and then find Bella.
"Vic, babe, why don't I bring you another drink from the bar? I'll be right back, okay love?" He swallowed bitterly after saying the word love.
Bella and Jacob made their way over to the bar. Jacob squeezed up to the counter and turned to Bella, asking if she wanted her usual martini.
"Lemon drop?" Jacob asked. Bella nodded her head yes.
Jacob placed their order and glanced back at Bella smiling at her. The music was so loud that they could both feel the down beats hitting them in the chest. Carrying on a conversation was out of the question.
Once they had their drinks, they exchanged quiet gestures and looked for a place to sit down. Not finding an open table or chair, they decided to keep standing at the bar.
Bella took a long sip of her martini. She loved the tartness that was left as the drink turned warm in her throat. She wanted to relax and escape the pressures of the day and forget about her previous encounters with Mr. Cullen.
As his name came to her mind, she knew that one drink was not going to be enough for the evening. She would need several to erase their conversations and more specifically the memory of his touch.
What is it about him? Well, tonight I'm going to forget about him and his hotness.
As Bella sipped her martini, she felt a hand on her shoulder, sending a tremor through her arm and into her fingertips. Startled by the touch, she turned and found herself gazing into Edward Cullen's dangerously green eyes. The smirky devil himself.
Shit! What's he doing here? That's so my luck today.
Edward smiled down at her surprised face. And in that moment, a sickening thought crossed her mind.
The earrings. Damn him.
Jacob turned and saw Edward standing next to Bella. A sneer spread over his face when he saw Edward's fingertips gliding along Bella's shoulder blade, then down to the naked part of her back. The coolness of his touch made Bella shiver.
"Mr. Cullen, please tell me that you didn't follow me here. I would find that highly inappropriate if you did." Bella's lip snarled at Edward while she chastised him.
Oh the nerve of this man. I really thought I'd make it through the night without having to think of him. Wrong again
Edward bent down and whispered into her ear.
"They only thing inappropriate here tonight are my thoughts of you and how beautiful you look in that dress."
Bella gasped and felt a flushing run across her face and neck. She was thinking of a quick comeback to his forwardness when Edward straightened himself.
"Good evening, Jacob, I'm glad to see you two here tonight. I'd like to apologize for how I acted at your place, Bella. Allow me to extend the olive branch, if you will – may I buy you a round of drinks?"
"We just got our drinks, Cullen, so that won't be necessary." Jacob's tone was hostile and he was smoldering.
"Well, why don't you two join me at my table? There doesn't seem to be any place left to sit and enjoy your drink." Edward gave them a warm smile and pointed to a table in the back where Victoria was sitting looking bored out of her mind.
Okay, what's he up to? Bella thought. I should probably say no, but I have got to see who he is sitting with. And get a load of her? I wonder what street corner he found her on?
"Thanks, Mr. Cullen. We would be glad to join you. Right, Jake?" Bella peeked up at Jacob and cringed when he grabbed her elbow.
It was Jacob's turn to whisper in her ear.
"Bella, what the fuck? I don't want to be around him. I can't stand the way he looks at you. Please?"
"Listen, let's just go. I am dying to meet his girlfriend, or whatever she is, and finish our drinks. We can leave when we are done. Okay, Jake?"
Jacob huffed and relented, acquiescing to Bella's request. He followed her to the table, clutching his fists and wishing that Edward Cullen would simply disappear from the face of the earth.
As Bella and Jacob approached the table, Edward pulled out a chair for Bella across from the red-haired woman. Jacob and Edward set on either side of Bella, and she stared at her glass while Jacob possessively draped his arm across the back of her chair.
After a few awkward moments of silence, the red haired woman finally looked up from her phone. Bella regarded her as beautiful, but her face had a hardness that couldn't quite be defined. The woman smiled as she placed her hand on Edward's leg mere inches from his crotch. She despised the way he gazed at Bella, and she resolved to turn his attention back to her.
"So, Edward, who has the privilege of our company?" Victoria laughed and Bella instantly was reminded of a braying donkey. For the first time, Bella noticed that Edward was uneasy with himself.
"Victoria, this is my new partner, Agent Bella Swan, and her date – Justin, right?" His sly smile hinted at mischief.
"It's 'Jacob,'" he sneered back at Edward, tightening his arm around Bella's shoulder. Bella knew his gesture was more about ownership than affection.
"My apologies, Jacob," Edward replied. "Ms. Swan, did you enjoy the dinner?"
"It was lovely, thank you, but we left early to come here."
She wanted to tell Edward that his name came up at their dinner table and soured their mood. She found it ironic that they departed her celebration and came to the Café Saint-Ex to escape any reminders of Edward Cullen, and yet she was now seated next to him, finishing her fourth drink of the night.
Bella was beginning to feel the wonderful affects of her libations. Justin Timberlake's, "Sexyback" drifted throughout the club. Standing up suddenly, Bella felt an alcohol-induced wave of dizziness. It felt remarkably good and she started singing along:
"I'm bringing sexy back.
If that's your girl you better watch your back.
Cause she'll burn it up for me and that's a fact."
"I'm going to dance," Bella declared swaying slightly.
Jacob grabbed her hand and tried to pull back down into her chair. "Bella I don't think that's such a good idea." Incensed by his parental tone, Bella steadied herself defiantly.
"Jacob Black, let go of me. I'm going to dance and you will not order me around." Bella's words flowed together almost unintelligibly.
I don't sound that slurred do I ? She wondered.
Making her way towards the dance floor, she felt a hand slide around her waist and she knew instantly that it was not Jacob. She sensed a familiar warmth touching her and a rosy blush appeared on her skin.
"May I have the pleasure of joining you on the dance floor Ms. Swan?" Edward spoke softly to her. His warm breath drifted over her ear as he increased the pressure of his fingertips on her hipbone.
"I really don't give a flip if you do or don't," she replied.
Is that true? Maybe I really do want to dance with him. His hands feel pretty damn good right now. What the hell's wrong with me? This is Edward Cullen, the source of torment for my day.
By the time Bella realized that she'd unwittingly complied with him, they reached the dance floor. Edward spun her around to face him. His hands clasped her upper arms as he drew her into his embrace.
Edward struggled to discern her thoughts as he touched her skin. The 'click' he sought earlier was still imbedded in his head and he was having difficulty hearing her.
Fuck, the alcohol. Can't make out her thoughts. Something about my hands feeling pretty damn good. Maybe this pretty ass is going to be easier to tap than I thought.
Edward reflected on Bella's thoughts, and an unfamiliar feeling ripped through him. He couldn't label the foreign emotion that ran far deeper than the lust he had previously experienced for her.
His attraction to her had begun with a simple want, a desire to experience her fully. But he found himself slipping into an aching need for her.
Why do I feel this need? She's just another agent, another conquest, another body. She's gorgeous, smoking hot, but her mind … her mind … is something that I want, no … I need to know and understand.
The novelty of the emotion drove him to spin her around where her gently rounded ass rested just below his crotch.
As he felt her body press against his, he moved his pelvis into her backside. Groaning as his cock gained the attention it sought, he leaned into her hair, inhaling her scent. Bella gently tried to move, but his hands captured her hips, compelling her to his rhythm.
Bella felt the unmistakable hardness of his length. She knew that this dance was now entering the danger zone, and she laughed to herself.
Wow, he is so freaking turned on. I need to break this dance up fast.
Bella reached up and pulled Edward's head down and spoke directly into his ear.
"Edward, you need to let go of me. Now!"
Edward loosened his grip and Bella stumbled off the dance floor, heading towards the ladies' room. She needed to escape him and get a handle on all the sensations she felt while dancing in his arms.
The buzz of the alcohol left her feeling a bit like a helium balloon – her upper body floated as her feet weighted her down.
She located the bathroom in the back of the bar and quickly slid inside the cracked door. She found refuge in the darkened lounge, taking deep breaths to calm herself down.
I need to go back to our table and get Jacob. I can't stay here any longer.
With her mind made up, she washed her hands and studied her face in the mirror. Her cheeks flushed a bright red, her brown waves spilled across her shoulders and her eyes radiated a bright intensity. She didn't recognize her own reflection, staring in wonder at the "come-hither" look on her face.
Leaving the restroom, Bella stumbled slightly into the hallway, determined to return to the bar, when she felt hands pushing her back up against the wall. Edward Cullen was standing directly in front of her, his eyes laced with lust and anger. He trapped her, placing his hands on either side of her face.
"Ms. Swan, what the fuck are you doing to me?" His breath smelled of alcohol and spearmint.
Not a bad combination, Bella's thoughts conceded.
"Mr. Cullen, you need to move."
"Oh Ms. Swan, I intend to do just that." Then his lips were on hers, his kiss full of a possessive need, leaving Bella breathless.
She opened her mouth, to gasp for air, and Edward seized the invitation to thrust his moist, warm tongue in her mouth.
He did taste good, Bella thought before her alcohol fogged brain yelled in protest.
Abort!
Bella wrapped her hands in his hair and pulled his head back slightly with a small tug.
"Mr. Cullen, what were you asking me before? Is this what you want?" She licked her lips in a slow exaggerated motion and took a deep, cleansing breath, pushing her breasts into his chest.
Edward, lost in his need, could only moan and shake his head yes.
"Well," Bella said, "how about what I would like?"
"Please tell me what you want baby," he whispered as he stroked her thigh, treading dangerously close to her core.
"Oh this is what I want Mr. Cullen!" In one swift motion, Bella brought her knee up forcefully into his groin. As he collapsed to the ground, she finished her attack with a hard slap to his cheek.
Stunned and still doubled over in agony, Bella leaned down and whispered in his ear.
"If you ever use these fucking earrings, to track me again for personal reasons, I will ensure that your trouser snake will never be able to lift his head again." She looked down at him, smiling as she watched him withering in pain.
"I'll be ready at 1:30 tomorrow afternoon. Don't make me wait, asshole."
Bella marched toward the table, looking around for Jacob. Victoria remained at the table, alone, a glazed look in her eyes.
"I saw you and Edward. What do you have that he wants so badly? Hmmmm. Maybe we both could give it to him?" Her speech was slurred and her face looked even harder, all softness lost to the alcohol flooding her veins.
"Don't hold your breath, bitch." Bella remarked disgustedly.
Bella searched frantically for Jacob. She could see that Edward was up off the floor now, leaning against the wall bent over with his hands on his knees.
A movement across from Edward caught her eye. She was shocked to see Jacob coming out of the men's room followed closely by a tall, dark haired woman. It was the fact that he was adjusting his pants that drew her eyes to search for more. Jacob glanced back at the woman before catching Bella's eye. In that one backward glance, Bella assumed what had likely transpired between them.
She knew now why men named their penis- they didn't like a stranger making ninety nine percentof their decisions for them.
Bastards. All of them.
She grabbed her purse as she saw Jacob move towards her. Oh no – this night is over. Really, there's no difference between Jacob and Edward. They're both hormone driven horn dogs. They sickened her.
Making her way out of the bar, she ran as fast as she could in her heels. She didn't want Jacob catching up to her.
Once outside, the valet quickly hailed her a cab. Bella collapsed into the seat as all of the day's emotions hit her hard. Tears seeped from her eyes.
Damn, I miss my mom and dad.
A/N: We would liked to thank our Special Agents…..Betas Elizabethan and Aquariumjenn