A/N: Thank you for the reviews. Sorry this chapters so short, I just have too many distractions going on right now.

Chapter Three:

The Deal:

Bella's P.O.V:

I sat in Edward Cullen's hotel room just staring at the carpet. Edward was currently in the showering getting cleaned up, something I desperately wanted to do. I wanted to wash away every piece of evidence from our encounter in the lift.

When I told Edward I still didn't like him, I meant it.

He may have a hot body and admittedly he was pretty good at sex but he was still an arrogant jerk.

I'm not quite sure why I agreed to come back here to his hotel room to have dinner with him but the way he was looking at me, it took my breath away. If he asked why I had accepted I would just tell him that I was here to get gossip on him.

The sound of the shower shutting off in the next room brought me back to earth.

Oh my god, then it hit me.

Edward Cullen was in the next room to me, naked! Edward Cullen!

Urghh why was I getting excited over the thought of Edward Cullen being naked, besides I'd seen enough of that jerks body for today.

For some reason, god know why, I had trouble breathing when Edward stepped out of the bathroom just wearing a pair of sweats. My eyes went straight to his chest, it was just as good as I remembered. It's just a shame about the personality of the guy who it belonged to.

Edward cleared his throat, obviously aware of the fact I was staring intently at his very muscular chest. I blushed and made myself look him in the eyes.

"You know a picture would last longer." He said, clearly not realising what he was saying.

"Well in that case I'll go get my camera." I said getting up to leave. If he was going to be stupid then I could use it to my advantage. In fact I could write an article about dinner with Cullen. Hmmm maybe I could use him even more then I thought.

"No! I didn't mean that." He cried, looking rather annoyed. Damn! I didn't want to annoy him, I needed him on my side. Failing that I could go to the papers and sell my story and be minted for life. Oh dear, what has gotten into me?

"Okay." I said sitting back down and feeling slightly awkward.

Damn, why didn't I ever get a book out on 'what to say to a random celebrity you just had sex with in a broken down lift.' ?

"What do you fancy to eat?" You. No! I do not want Edward Cullen, I hate him.

I shook my head and turned to look at the menu, picking the first thing that looked remotely edible. "I'll have the mushroom ravioli please."

"Good choice, I think I'll have the same. Would you like some wine?"

YES!

"No thank you, I'll have a coke." I couldn't drink, if I did I might do something I would later regret. Although I had already managed to do that sober….

I sat in silence while Edward placed our order with room service. He then came and sat down on the sofa opposite me, staring me right in the eyes. I wanted to blush or turn away. Possibly both.

"why do you hate me?" Edward asked, looking at me as if the matter really confused him.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"Well everyone loves me. Everyone apart from you."

"Edward not everyone loves you. Maybe in your own little world they do but many people like myself see you for the arrogant, materialistic jerk you really are."

Edward actually looked hurt at what I had just said to him. Maybe I had been too harsh?

"You think I'm an arrogant, materialistic jerk?" He finally asked, looking at me with what looked like pain in his eyes.

"Yes." There was no point in lying. I was a journalist, well a photographer, it was close enough!

"You don't even know me."

"There's not much to know." I mumbled, staring down at my hands.

"What do you mean by that?" Edward asked, frowning at me.

"Well no offence but you're rather shallow." I said shocking myself when I made eye contact with him. Where had all this boldness come from?

"You don't know me" He repeated through gritted teeth.

Oh crap. I did not want to anger him, if he flipped he could probably crush me like a lion would crush a lamb. Just because he was famous he thought he was superior to me, well I'll show him.

"No but I know how you're represented to the world. You're a role model to thousands of kids, they look up at you and you're happy with being perceived as a jerk?"

"They don't perceive me as a jerk. They look up to me."

"They look up to you for all the wrong reasons!" I shouted, how long was it going to take me to get through his thick skull?

This guy should have been a prostitute, it was about all he was good for.

"Well that's not my fault." He said, sounding defeated.

"See you're a jerk."

"How am I a jerk?"

"You're just accepting the fact that you're ruining hundreds of kids."

"You know you're pretty hot when you're all worked up like that."

Argg! Now I was blushing, I did not want to blush.

"Don't change the subject." I spat out.

"I wasn't changing the subject!"

Before I could say anything else on the matter there was a knock at the door.

Saved by the bell boy.

Edward and I ate our dinner in silence, neither daring to say anything to the other. When we had finished Edward finally worked up the courage to speak to me again.

"Bella, why are you a paparazzi? You're too intelligent to waste your life stalking people like me."

Wow, maybe he wasn't as stupid as I thought.

"It's the only way for me to get to the job that I really want." I explained, not daring to meet those gorgeous smouldering green eyes of his. No! They weren't gorgeous or smouldering they were just green. Right?

Oh crap I'm in deep.

"What job would that be?"

"Publisher."

"So you taking pictures of me and getting information on me is helping you get to this job?" He asked, arching an eyebrow at me.

"Yes." I stated, unsure of where he was going with this.

"Okay how about we make a deal?"

"What kind of deal?"

"You help me improve my image to the public and I'll help you get pictures and I'll allow you to interview me."

I scoffed when he called everyone 'the public' what a prick. Although it was a good deal, Angela would do almost anything to get an exclusive interview with Edward Cullen.

"Okay deal." I said reaching to shake his out stretched hand. Oh dear, what had I just gotten myself into?

"Great, although I have one condition."

Oh great. He probably wanted me to perform some voodoo chant, naked.

"What kind of condition?"

"Well since my holiday with my family has fallen through I want to go on holiday. So I want you to come with me, we'll keep the other paparazzi from finding out. Just me, you, your camera and my body guards. What do you say?"

Well when he put it like that how could I refuse?

"Okay fine. Where are we going?"

"I'm not telling you where we're going but I will tell you it involves skiing."

Oh shut up.

Skiing?

Snow? As in that wet slushy stuff that always causing me to land on my arse?

Kill me now.

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