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Chapter 2: So Hott
(BPOV)
Seven years later.
Home. Dear Jesus it felt good to be back. As dreary as the constant rain and overcast made the Olympic Peninsula seem to the rest of the world, it was home to me. After being cruelly ripped from my home at the tender age of 11 by my shallow and selfish mother, and spending the last seven years at a finishing school in Los Angeles, I had finally freed myself to come home. Sometimes, as much as I hated to admit it, my mother's marriage to Phil was a blessing.
Renee. Where do I begin with her. Harebrained and shallow, she rarely cared about anything but her looks and her high society life. When she left my dad she wanted to rid me of all of the 'damaging effects of small town life'. Thus she enrolled me at a finishing school so I could get the best education money could buy. Totally awesome, right? Yeah, great! If you thought that the best education included how to apply make up, dress for any occasion and get any guy you wanted wrapped around your finger.
Classes were a joke at Brookshire Academy. They were merely a formality. Being fairly smart and liking school, BA was a friggin nightmare. But, being stubborn as I was, I made the most of it. I managed to get away with extra classes as well as learn all the ways of 'proper society'. I had dyed my hair a rich mahogany that had a red tint to it from the dishwater blonde that it had been before. My chocolate eyes were no longer hidden by glasses due to the lasik surgery that the school had coerced my mother into getting me. My teeth, which thankfully never needed braces, were perfectly white from bleaching treatments. My skin was a perfect pale color. Despite the urge to get the California golden glow, I just never felt right about it. I like my skin the way it is. All in all, maybe that damn place did me some good though. I guess I'll find out Monday, my first day back in Forks and the first day of senior year.
But tonight I will revel in my freedom. Before I show up on my father's step, probably shocking the hell out of him because he has NO idea that I'm coming, I'm spending the night in Seattle. BA was definitely good for something: fake ids and knowing how to look and act when using them.
I had scoped the city before I got there, and decided to try out Trinity. A club/bar/lounge that got amazing reviews. So here I am, getting ready for what may be the most fun I've had in my life before facing the biggest question mark my life will ever see.
I felt confident as I left my suite at 10 p.m. I had dressed in my favorite pleated leather mini skirt and dark green silk halter. My skin was shimmering from the light dusting of iridescent powder. My hair was in loose curls and my makeup consisted of dark smoky eyes, from black, silver, and pewter shadows, with a faint metallic green outline accentuating the almond shape of my dark eyes and a sheer pink tint to my lips. My eyelashes were sky high and expertly curled and painted. My 5' 4" frame was boosted a bit by the 4" black heels that I absolutely adored, and I knew made my legs look fabulous. I was ready to dance the night away.
I arrived at Trinity to find a long line to the door, much to my dismay. No matter. I checked my reflection in the storefront window and headed towards the bouncer, making sure he saw my hips sway and my breasts bounce as I sauntered up.
(EPOV)
Bored. That's what I was. Alice had insisted on spending our last Saturday night of the summer at a club in Seattle. It wasn't hard for her to convince me. I needed to get laid and it was a lot easier to pick up a one night stand in the city, especially when there was alcohol involved. Alice didn't need to know that, though I'm sure she has figured out my not so carefully concealed strategy when it came to women. Since we started high school I pretty much wanted nothing to do with the female species romantically. I partied like the rest of the mislead youth I matriculated with. I got a fake id when I was 15. I knew I was hot and just in case my looks didn't do enough, I made sure to dress only in what would have any female I wanted lusting after me.
Tonight was no exception. My black leather pants were custom fit to accentuate all the right places and the top buttons on my black silk dress shirt were left undone. My skin was incredibly pale and my bronze hair was completely untamable, though that just seemed to make me all the more desirable. Hell if I knew why, but I got what I wanted so I never really cared.
But no matter how well I knew that I could walk out of here with any girl I wanted, I just didn't seem to see one that made me consider it. It was still early, however; plenty of time to hunt.
From my VIP balcony view I could see the whole of the dance floor and the bar. I watched as my sister pushed away the men that tried to dance with her and smirked. Jasper, Alice's long time boyfriend of 4 years, was going to be sorry he missed this. Too bad he got stuck on his family vacation till tomorrow. I scanned the masses and found Emmett with his high school sweetheart, Rosalie, in a corner practically screwing on the dance floor. I smiled at seeing my best friends happiness.
Despite the music actually being good for a change, my good mood and patience were quickly disappearing. I needed a challenge and no girl here seemed capable of offering me one. The kill was always too easy. I would barely say hello and we'd be on the floor, grinding to a few songs before she would ask me to go back to her place. Sure, the sex was usually great, but tonight it was all about the chase. Something I was surprised to find myself caring about. For I, Edward Anthony Cullen, was anything but interested in working to get a girl. I never really had to and thus I never actually wanted to put in the effort. If she wasn't gonna take the bait, which has never happened, then I figure I would just move on to the next fish.
So with my new desire to actually give chase, I began searching the crowd for someone who looked like they might actually resist me. It was nearing eleven and I had almost given up when I caught sight of a glowing dark haired beauty. I watched as she walked from the bar to the dance floor, her movements almost ethereal in their grace. Her hips swayed seductively and she never looked down, which boasted a confidence I was curious to see if she actually had. Her figure was stunning. She had perfectly formed hips and a narrow waist. Her breasts were full and her legs went on for miles from her tiny skirt ending with her feet in what Alice would describe as 'sex heels'- four inches high and designed to accentuate her perfect calves and thighs. Her fair skin was glowing and perfect, even under the changing lights of the club, and her dark locks hung freely half-way down her back in soft curls. I had seen all but her face, and I found myself anxiously awaiting her to turn around to see if it was as beautiful as the rest of her. The song changed and she turned her head.
I was on the stairs to the floor before my mind had time to register that my feet had even moved. She was drop dead gorgeous and I wanted her.
(BPOV)
Laughable. It was completely insane how easy it was to charm the bouncer into letting me in. I heard the anger of the crowd as I slipped through the rope, winked at the bouncer, and entered the club.
Trinity was impressive to say the least. The lounge off to the left was filled with plush eclectic couches and chairs in deep purple and blue hues giving the room a comfortable, relaxed feel. Along the walls the seating looked more like pillow covered beds with a sheer curtaining around each one for privacy. The bar, on the right looked like it came straight out of a movie. The tower of liquor around a mirrored column made the light dance on the skin of the people around the bar. The dance floor was packed and despite the body heat, no one seemed to be sweating or uncomfortably hot. I decided to start with a drink.
Within a few seconds of sitting one of the bartenders, a cute blonde that looked like he spent all his free time on a beach far from here, had taken my order. I saw a sly smirk cross his face when I asked for a tequila sunrise. He obviously didn't think I could handle the drink. He placed my cocktail on the bar in front of me, and as he walked away I heard him singing 'Tequila Makes her Clothes Fall Off.' Sorry to disappoint him, but I knew how to handle my alcohol. I flirted with the guys who worked up the nerve (or were just overly cocky) to talk to me and accepted the drinks they offered, but refused to dance.
I had come here tonight with the purpose of taking someone home, I'll admit, but none of them made the cut. I didn't know exactly what the cut was considering it wasn't the first time I'd played this game and I usually didn't care who it ended up being, but I played along with my subconscious anyways. Maybe it would surprise me.
I'd been drinking slowly, but steadily for the past hour when I decided to make my way to the dance floor. I didn't need the alcohol and its liquid confidence to dance, but it loosened me up all the same. As I glided through the crowd I could feel someone's eyes on me heavily. I was used to it, yes, but this was a little different. I decided to put on a show for my mysterious admirer before I sought him out.
The music played and I let the beat wash through my body. My hips swayed in time to the music and I let my head fall back as my arms lifted into the air. I loved dancing. I continued my little act until the song ended. As it did I turned, took a breath and looked up towards the VIP balcony where I had felt the stare coming from. I was confused, however, when my eyes met empty space. I noticed then that the feeling was gone. Shrugging off my disappointment, I began to sway to the music once again. The song was slow and sensual, allowing me to draw out and exaggerate my movements. I lost myself in the rhythm.
I was quickly pulled out of my rhythmic sway when I felt a set of strong arms wrap around me, hands landing on my hips, and pulling me flush against the solid wall of a well muscled chest. I never allowed this behavior. Looking was fine, but never touching- at least not without permission. So I was shocked as my body pushed itself back, deeper into the dance with the stranger. The song changed and the mystery continued, our bodies adjusting to the new tempo seamlessly and simultaneously, like our minds were the same.
Our dance became more primal as the song played. My ass grinding into his pelvis and my arms around his neck, hands in his hair. I could feel his warm breath against my neck and cheek. He smelled like cinnamon. I moaned inwardly as his hands roamed over my hips and abdomen, leaving a faint trail of fire wherever his fingers went over my clothes. I felt the slightest bit of annoyance that even when my skirt rode up I could not feel a physical reaction to our grinding. What, is he gay?
(EPOV)
Enthralled. As I made my way through the sea of moving bodies, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. The way she dance was intoxicating. As I neared I watched her lose herself completely in the music, eyes closed and mouth slightly parted.
I was rather surprised that she didn't pull away as I pulled her into me, matching her movements perfectly. Even more so when she wrapped her arms around me and pushed back harder, never missing a beat. As the music changed, I kept my arms locked. I wasn't ready for it to possibly end. She must have felt the same because she didn't try to turn around, simply slid down my body and back up, pushing her firm ass into my crotch. I ran my hands all over her hips and stomach wanting desperately to feel her skin underneath her clothes. I silently thanked Alice for these pants: they didn't allow for my raging hard on to be felt, even this close. I reveled in being so close with this goddess. Her hair smelt of strawberries and freesia; her skin of milk and honey. I felt drunk off of her.
Another song ended and I finally loosened my hold on her firm body. She turned slowly, head held high and confident, but her eyes were closed. Once she was facing me she finally opened her eyes, something flashed across her face as our eyes met, but as soon as it was there, it was gone. She smiled, her beautiful, perfect white teeth sparkling when the lights hit them. I smiled back and offered her my hand as I gestured towards the lounge. She took my hand and nodded.
I pulled her into one of the curtained beds, not wanting any distractions. We sat for a few minutes in silence as we caught our breath and looked at each other. I finally broke the silence as her eyes got more intense.
"I'm Edward." I paused, waiting for her to tell me her name. She stayed quiet, just looking at me as if waiting for me to say more.
"I apologize for just pulling you into me. I usually respect personal space, but I couldn't resist."
Still nothing. I decided to be more direct.
"What's your name?"
Another flash across her face, only this time when it passed she looked a little upset.
"Bella," she said with a bit of a frown.
"Its good to meet you, Bella. Did I upset you by asking your name?"
She looked at me, and I saw a flash of confusion on her face before she was smiling again.
"No, of course not," she replied. "You just look like someone I used to know and I was waiting for the recognition, but you can't be him."
"And why is that, may I ask?"
"Because the boy I am thinking of would never wear leather pants," she laughed.
I was completely entranced by her laugh. It was almost musical, matching her bell-like voice perfectly. We were interrupted by a waitress asking us if we would like a drink. I looked to Bella who nodded and ordered a tequila sunrise, strong. Shocked, I ordered the same. I must have looked ridiculous because she giggled.
"What," she asked, still giggling.
"I've never met a girl who would willing drink tequila, much less order one with a smile on her face!"
"I get that a lot," she smiled. "I've just always been partial to it, and I only order it on good nights. On bad nights I order whiskey, Jack Daniel's to be specific."
My mouth dropped. Was this girl for real? She was gorgeous and she could probably drink me under the table. Hell, she could probably drink Emmett under the table as well!
"So tonight is a good night then?"
"So far."
I smiled and the waitress arrived with our drinks.
"So what brings you to Trinity? I've been coming here all summer and I would have to be blond to have missed you," I stated casually.
"I'm in town for the night, a pit stop on my way east. I heard that the club was decent and I was in the mood to dance," she answered simply. "But what about you Edward," she grinned coyly. "What are you here for tonight?"
It was as though she was reading my mind and all of its dirty thoughts when she asked me that, looking me dead in the eye. If I wasn't so attracted to her, I might have been a little unnerved.
"Just trying to enjoy my last weekend of summer to the fullest," I replied, my eyes never leaving hers.
She must have caught the not so subtle hint behind my statement because she stood up suddenly, took my hand and dragged me back to the dance floor, recently refreshed drinks in hand.
We danced, if you could call it dancing, until almost one thirty, our bodies never losing contact. I managed to tell Alice and Emmett not to worry about me for the night before shutting off my phone and putting it back in my pocket. I had every intention of waking up with this delectable creature in tomorrow morning. As our bodies bent, thrusted, dipped, swayed, gyrated, grinded, and melded perfectly together I felt my wanting desire to be in her turn to almost a desperate need. And I knew she felt it too. When she faced me, grinding herself into my thigh, tugging on my hair, eyes locked, face mere centimeters apart it was all I could do not to kiss her. I've never kissed a girl.
Don't believe me? It goes like this: I don't date, kiss on the mouth, or exchange any type of communication device. I was never interested in anyone I slept with. It was just sex, mutual pleasure. That's it.
So why did I feel like I was going to miss her when we parted tomorrow? (I already banked on having her tonight.)
(BPOV)
Confused. Honestly, though. No reaction what-so-ever. He must be gay. But if he's gay then why the hell are his hands all over me? I know he wants me. Its in his touch. The way his hands run all over my arms and shoulders, and when he pulls me back into him his hands seem to be pushing an pulling the fabric like he wants it off.
Screw it. Gay or not, he's the best effing dance partner I have had in a while. I lost myself in the feel of his hands on my body, his chest pressed firmly into my back, our hips moving in a sinful rhythm. If he's not gay, he's coming back with me. End of story.
As another song ended and I felt his grip loosen just enough to let me turn. I took a deep breath preparing to be disappointed, and looked up.
WHAT THE FUCK?
I turned and looked into the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. I couldn't breathe. I hoped he didn't notice. Its just that those eyes have haunted me since I was taken from them. I took in his face, still a beautiful, but with a coldness I definitely didn't remember ever seeing.
I smiled to clear the tension.
He offered me his hand, and, upon taking it, led me to one of the curtained seating area for privacy. I was still trying to catch my breath and figure out what I was going to do. I cannot take Edward Cullen back to my hotel room for sex!
Damn, he was always my favorite fantasy while I was away. And those didn't come close to doing this hunk of hotness justice. Then I clued into the fact that he was talking to me.
"What's your name?"
Huh?
I guess he really didn't recognize me. It probably shouldn't have surprised me, but it did hurt. The closest friend I ever had couldn't see through all the superficial changes. It didn't just hurt, it stung like hell.
I'll be damned if I let him know that though. Maybe I can use this to my advantage.
"Bella."
"Its good to meet you, Bella. Did I upset you by asking your name?"
I guess I did let him know that that it hurt, he just didn't know what it was. Oh, well. Time to play.
I smiled, then, not wanting him to try to ask me what really made me upset. "No, of course not! You just look like someone I used to know and I was waiting for the recognition, but you can't be him."
"And why is that, may I ask?"
I had to laugh.
"Because the boy I am thinking of would never wear leather pants."
It was true, though. The Edward I knew wouldn't be caught dead in leather pants. And he definitely wouldn't be this cocky or look as cold, but still completely inviting. He reminded me of a Venus Fly Trap.
We were interrupted as a waitress, who was looking a little too long at Edward, came to take our drinks. Edward nodded as a sign that I could get whatever I wanted. I ordered my drink of the night- tequila sunrise, STRONG.
I looked over to Edward after I ordered to judge his reaction. I burst into a fit of giggles at the sight of his face. He looked completely dumbfounded and possibly a little impressed and my choice of liquor. He ordered the same, still looking at me with the silly/stupid/impressed look.
"What," I asked, still giggling.
"I've never met a girl who would willing drink tequila, much less order one with a smile on her face!"
"I get that a lot. I've just always been partial to it, and I only order it on good nights. On bad nights I order whiskey, Jack Daniel's to be specific."
His jaw dropped a little bit and I laughed again.
My laugh must have broke his train of thought. "So tonight is a good night then," he asked.
"So far."
He smiled and the waitress arrived with our drinks.
"So what brings you to Trinity? I've been coming here all summer and I would have to be blind to have missed you," he asked.
Shit. I can do this. Uhm. Uhm. Uhm…. BRILLIANT. "I'm in town for the night, a pit stop on my way east. I heard that the club was decent and I was in the mood to dance," I answered. I didn't actually think up a cover story and I didn't want him to know who I am, yet. "But, what about you Edward?" My smile and look made sure he understood what I was about to imply. "What are you here for tonight?"
"Just trying to enjoy my last weekend of summer to the fullest," he replied, our eyes remaining locked. God he's good.
With that statement I gave up on trying to plan an escape and pulled him back to the dance floor.
God it felt good to be in his arms. Our bodies seemed to be built for each other. Every move one made, the other countered perfectly. I was completely lost in his touch and in the music. I didn't even notice when I spun around and locked my hands in his hair. I opened my eyes and our faces were mere centimeters apart. I could feel the heat from his face on mine and his breath smelled of the tequila and of the cinnamon toothpaste that I remembered from childhood. I smiled at the thought though I realized this was my last chance.
I had to leave.
So with the last shred of courage I had I leaned closer and brushed a chaste kiss on his lips and whispered "Soon."
With that I turned and left without a glance back.