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We had dinner at a small Italian restaurant before going to the nightclub. Alice was still fuming about me inviting Edward Masen. She was sullen all through the meal.

"Is there a problem baby," Jasper asked putting his arm around Alice. Jasper looked like an old time brooding actor. He had blonde curly hair and he wore a blue v-neck full sleeved t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans.

"Bella invited Edward Masen to the nightclub today," she sulked.

"Whoa…bad ass," Emmett chuckled.

"What? What is it that I'm missing," Jasper was confused now. I couldn't blame him really.

"Edward Masen is this guy from their office…Alice and Rosalie think he's weird but Bella seems to like him. In fact, just today, Bella had sworn to detest him…but evidently that's not happening," Emmett smiled. I'd always liked Emmett…he always found the funny aspect of just about everything. I'm sure he could find something funny at a funeral and still manage to not offend the mourners. He was tall and well built and was currently dressed in a black short sleeved shirt loosely tucked into blue jeans.

"Hey…I didn't want to, ok…he asked me what I was doing and when I told him, he looked at me expectantly and waited for me to continue…I had to ask him…it's just civil, right," I desperately said.

"Chuck it Bella…what's done is done," Rosalie said.

"No Rose…you don't understand…he stares at me a lot…it's creepy," Alice complained.

"He doesn't stare at you Alice," Rosalie said, "You think I've not noticed? He doesn't stare at you. He stares at Bella."

I dropped my fork on my plate with a clatter. "No he doesn't…I've never noticed it," I said firmly.

"He stares at you Bella…not at Alice…Alice thinks he stares at her because she's observant and sits next to you and that can be confusing," Rosalie insisted.

I shuddered involuntarily.

We reached the club at 11. Edward was already waiting for us. He was dressed in a white turtle neck T-shirt and blue jeans and a blazer. The introductions were a little awkward but it seemed that Edward and Emmett would get along well.

The music was pumping loud and all of us found a comfy place to have our drinks. Somehow I ended up being sandwiched between Edward and Jasper.

"So Edward…tell us about you," Jasper said leaning towards Edward, unknowingly pushing me behind.

"Well," Edward said licking his lips, "I'm 30 and I'm originally from Charleston," that statement for some reason gave a tingle through my spine. He continued, "But I moved to New York at 14 to stay with my aunt…I actually ran away from home because I couldn't really take the repressive 'right behaviour and wrong behaviour' thing. I did a couple of odd jobs while continuing with my education at a public school. I managed to get a scholarship at Harvard where I did my masters in business management and joined Cullen Enterprise a couple of years back." He didn't seem to notice how he'd already managed to grab the attention of every person on the table.

"Wow dude…a masters in business management and yet you are an assistant manager at Cullen Enterprise," Emmett asked.

"I'm not an Assistant Manager…I'm a senior manager," Edward replied patiently.

"Oh…I'm sorry…I just assumed you were an assistant manager because you hung around with Bella, Alice and Rosalie. They are assistant managers…so" Emmett was really embarrassed as he said this.

Edward just laughed while I was dying to scream that he never 'hung around' with us…this was just a one-off.

Abruptly, Emmett asked Rosalie to join him on the dance floor and Jasper and Alice soon followed. So eventually, Edward and I were left alone on the table. He licked his lips and said, "Miss Swan? Would you care for a dance?" I laughed. The idea of me dancing was quite ridiculous really. Considering how clumsy I was, I tended to stay away from the dance floor, lest I injure someone…like poke their eye out or trip someone unintentionally. "Dancing…me…not really a good idea Mr. Masen," I said.

"Well then, that just leaves one thing to do," he gave me that crooked half smile of his that had become an integral part of his aura.

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