Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, I just hope she lets me keep having my little Edward fantasies cause man they are fabulous!

Previously

The waitress brought another round of drinks, and I traded my empty beer for a full one. Emmett also ordered a round of Jaeger for everyone. I was feeling no pain and having a great time. I was laughing at something Emmett had said when the green-eyed -god and his goddess walked up. I was truly trying not to drool. I hope I was successful. Emmett introduced them as his brother Edward and his wife, Tanya.

Chapter 2

"Damn! Of course he's married. I never get lucky!" my inner goddess proclaimed. She really wanted this man.

And she was right; we never got lucky. I hadn't been with anyone since Jake and I ended our relationship about ten months ago. She was never satisfied with Jake. She preferred the "rabbit" over him any day. And I must admit she wasn't all that wrong about it. Jake loved me, and I did love him. I just wasn't passionate about him. No matter what he did – I rarely got worked up with him enough to cum. The few times I was able to reach that peak with him, it was directly related to fantasies that he was not a part of. Looking back, I could see Jake and I should have never been more than friends.

Edward's eyes locked with mine when Emmett introduced us. "Hello, Bella, It's very nice to meet you."

Damn, his voice was sexier than his hair and eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Edward," I squeaked out. I was struggling with my composure as our hands met when he offered his to me to shake, and I felt the energy flow between our bodies. Trying for it to not sound like an afterthought, I turned to his wife and quickly said, "and you as well, Tanya." She didn't even acknowledge the fact that I had spoken to her. I shrugged my shoulders and rolled my eyes at her blow off, and Edward laughed – out loud- at this reaction. I had always hated snobs. People like her were the reason I hated these types of places. She walked around with an air of superiority and entitlement. Life's too short to waste on people like that, and I refused to let them get to me. Eleanor Roosevelt said it best: "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." I refused to give others my consent.

Unfortunately, they decided joined us and another round of drinks was ordered. Tanya just sat next to Edward, ignoring everyone, even Edward's brother and sister. Edward joined in on the drunken conversation we were engaged in, and I felt his gaze on me the entire time. It was all I could do not to invite him into the ladies room for a quickie. "Oh to hell with a quickie," I mused inwardly. "We could lock the door and go for hours. To hell with everyone else, they could use a different restroom." I was truly thankful his wife was sitting next to him, or I just might have done something really stupid. Finally, after an uncomfortable hour, Edward and Tanya said good-night.

Rose, Alice, and I all hit the dance floor for a while, trying to sweat out some of the alcohol we had consumed. Nothing sucked worse than a Jaeger hangover – except maybe a Tequila one. Eventually, Rose and Alice left the dance floor to find Emmett and Jasper. I stayed out there dancing with…I looked up at the blond guy and tried to remember his name. Oh hell, who was I kidding – I had no idea what his name was and didn't really care to find out. I left the dance floor and went back up into VIP area, straight to bar for a bottle of water. Rose was there with Emmett, and they were extremely cozy on the couch. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out; she was going home with Emmett, and I was going to be on my own. I made my way over to the horny couple and let Rose know I was going to go home. She offered me her car keys, but I declined, quickly. I had been drinking fairly heavily and would never get behind the wheel of a car. I was raised by a cop, after all. And anyway I had a brain, even when drunk; drinking and driving was not cool.

After we all said our good-byes, I made my way down the stairs and towards the front door. I glanced back over my shoulder to wave at my roommate and new friends, and when I turned around, I ran right into a chest. A very, very nice chest I might add. I looked up and began apologizing profusely and then our eyes locked again. There, in front of me, was the green-eyed god from earlier, sans wife. My inner goddess got a little giddy–she was not well behaved when plied full of alcohol.

"Exx-cuse me," I stuttered out." I was waving goodbye to my friends and should have been paying attention where I was headed".

"Well hello again, Bella." His voice was as sultry and sexy as I remembered from earlier, and I was sure there would be a swimming pool where I stood in a matter of moments.

"Edward, it's nice to see you again so soon," I managed to say, hoping I didn't sound like a teenage fan-girl. This guy was just too hot to be real.

"You aren't leaving are you, Bella? I was hoping to spend a little more time with you, get to know you a little better." He smiled a crooked smile, and I was sure that a swimming pool didn't hold enough–there would be a freaking lake where I was standing.

"Well, Rose is ditching me in favor of Emmett, and since I've been drinking, I can't drive, and I don't want to wait too late to take a cab home. I don't like being in cabs alone." I stumbled through an explanation. Why I felt the need to explain, I don't know. This man made me lose all sense I normally possessed.

"Well, it just so happens, I have not been drinking and would love to take you home." His eyes smoldered. I tried to ignore the obvious double entendre–with little success.

Barely containing the urge to jump on him right there, I quickly said, "That would be very kind of you, but I don't want to put you out." Of course, I wanted to put him out or pull him out– of his pants right now. Man, I needed to get her laid, by something other than a battery operated devise-or a married man.

"Bella, I assure you that it is no problem, and in fact, I insist. As one of the owners of this fine establishment, I can't have you leaving here alone. It's not safe." He smirked again.

My inner goddess was celebrating; she was sure she was getting some of this fine specimen. But then the brain engaged, and I remembered the drop-dead gorgeous wife that had been with him only a few hours earlier. 'Damn' I moaned in disappointment. I would like to have kicked my brain's ass, but I realized that even my brain was disappointed in itself. I was currently wishing I had opted for more Jaeger instead of the bottled water last time. Damn, hindsight is 20/20.

I'd been so caught up with my inner battle that I didn't even realize we were walking towards the door, and we were just about outside. I immediately stopped our forward progress. "Well Edward." I began. "As much as I appreciate your offer, I really must insist on going home alone. I really do not know you, and something tells me you are probably more dangerous than any cab driver I might meet." I really didn't mean to sound so flirty.

Of course, he didn't stop walking with me or trying to convince me to let him take me home. I tried, unsuccessfully, to hail a cab, so after about 15 minutes, I began walking. Staying here with this man any longer than necessary was not going to end well, for anyone.

At this point Edward was getting pissed. "Bella, you sure as hell can't walk home!"

I tried to assure him that it really wasn't that far and I was fairly certain that I would find a cab soon.

"Bella," he said somewhat exasperated. "This is ridiculous. I know we don't know each other well, but I do know your roommate is important to my brother, making you important to my brother and by default, important to me."

Hmmm, I thought to myself, maybe I was misreading the signals he was sending. I looked at him and could see the lust and desperation in his eyes. Nope, I was most definitely not misreading those signals.

"Bella, I WILL drive you home, and you can come willingly, or I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you."

I stood, stunned, and looked at him incredulously–what the hell was his problem?

"What the hell is your problem, Edward? You don't own me, you are married to a fabulously hot woman, and I am a grown woman who is fully capable of taking care of myself."

"Bella." He almost moaned my name.

Yes definitely a pool party in my panties now.

"For some reason I feel protective of you, and I meant what I said. Get in my car, or I'll put you there-your choice."

I turned to walk away from him, and true to his word, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me to his car. I was too stunned to fight him–and more than a little turned on.