Oh my God...I can't believe I'm finally uploading this chapter...it took so much time! For all those who've stuck with it...I'd just like to say, I was trying to bring Edward's POV, "The Workplace" in synch with this fic. After I did that, I just took some time out to read some other fics...I've suddenly become a Rogue-Wolverine shipper!

Thanks to all those lovely people who reviewed my last chapter and to those people who are reading this chapter (it means you've stuck around)

Also, a big thank you to crazykate28, my beta!

Alice was extremely quiet as we walked to her car and she helped me load my luggage into the trunk. She didn't even talk when while driving. We were halfway home when I finally sighed out in frustration.

"Something's obviously bothering you Al…spill it!"

She glanced over in my direction and then back on the road.

"You obviously don't listen to good advice." Her voice was cold and distant.

I was momentarily taken aback. "What are you talking about?" I said slightly hurt at the tone in which she spoke.

"Didn't we specifically tell you that Edward isn't a good guy for you? And yet, I see you making out at the airport, like a pair of sexually frustrated teenagers!" She practically screamed.

My anger was bubbling up too. "You don't even know what Edward is like. You're just prejudiced. He's such a nice guy and you just don't want to see that part of him." I rambled.

"I know enough." Alice said quietly. "Did you know he was accused of sexual harassment at his last workplace? What kind of a guy do you think he is now, huh?"

"He told me about it. He also said that he was innocent and was proven so in court. They found videotapes of the entire incident and it was evident that the girl made a move on him and he refused her advances." I said, satisfied with my argument.

"And what girl, in her right mind, would just 'attack' a guy for no apparent reason? He must have led her on, forcing her to believe that he's interested in her." Alice countered.

"You are just so adamant to prove that he isn't a nice guy. Whereas, in truth, he is the most intelligent, sweet, sensitive, caring and hot guy I've met in my life." I said.

We didn't speak for the remainder of the journey. When we reached home, Rose hugged me in welcome. She had already prepared a meal, but I decided to wash up first. I went in for my bath and felt the hot water of the shower soothe my shoulders and wash all the tension away. I slipped into my spare nightdress that I had left at home and slipped on my robe and padded into the kitchen.

As I had expected, Alice had already filled in Rosalie about the entire episode at the airport. They were sitting at the table, waiting for me. Rosalie was not as animated as Alice. She didn't practically pounce on me, accusing me of betrayal. She was calm.

"Do you really like him Bella?" She asked me. I nodded my head in the affirmative. "Do you think you can trust him?" She asked again.

"I guess I do." I replied.

"Well then," Rosalie sighed. "We warned you. But you are a grown woman, capable of making good decisions. You've shown that on plenty of occasions. I just hope he won't hurt you in any way."

Alice was shocked into silence. Rosalie smiled at me and we sat down for dinner. It was good to finally be back home.

The next day, a Sunday, Rosalie had already left for India with Jacob. She promised to get spices and Indian jewellery. Alice had gone to drop her at the airport and hadn't returned yet. It was 10 in the morning, and I had just gotten out of my shower. I checked my phone to see a voicemail from Edward.

"Hey babe! My roommate is at home today, and I really don't want to stay with him. Let's go out somewhere."

I called him back and he picked up after the first ring itself. "Hi love. Got my message?" I swear it makes me go all tingly when he breathes out "love" like that.

"Yes. That's why I called you. What's your plan?" I asked.

"I was hoping we could go to the museum of Contemporary Art today. " I said.

I smiled. I really loved going to museums. "All right then," I smiled, "Come and pick me up?"

"On my way, love." He said and disconnected the call.

I proceeded to get ready. I wore a short, pleated denim skirt and a black blouse with ruffled sleeves, with my gold hoops and strappy black sandals with six-inch pencil heels. I used eye shadow and kohl on my eyes and a touch of lip-gloss.

I heard a knock on the door barely five minutes after I had gotten ready. I bounded towards the door and opened it excitedly. I barely caught a glimpse of him before he grabbed me, picked me up in his arms and crushed his mouth against mine. I involuntarily let out a moan as he pushed me into the house.

Before I knew it, we were on my couch, making out like teenagers. Edward slowed down after a while, and eventually stopped looking at me. His lips were swollen and red and looked delicious.

I moved to capture his lips again, but his reflexes were better and he moved out of the way.

"We need to get to the museum." He sighed and helped me up. I grudgingly followed him as we walked towards his car.

The day spent in the museum was wonderful. I enjoyed the pieces of modern art. Edward didn't seem too interested though. We had dinner together and Edward drove me home.

As I was getting out of the car, Edward caught hold of my wrist.

"Must you go?" He asked, his eyes smouldering. I was so engrossed in them that I didn't understand what he said for a few moments. And when I did, I began babbling.

Edward cut me off with a gentle kiss. "Must you go?" he asked again.

"I guess I don't." I replied.

"Let's go to my place…more privacy from the pixie." Edward smirked. It took me a while to figure out whom he was referring to. I just shook my head, and smiled to myself.

Edward was talking all the way, but I had zoned out after a while. I was thinking of the implications of agreeing to go back to his house. How serious was this relationship?

I barely registered that the car had stopped and Edward was escorting me out the car. If he noticed my pensiveness, he chose not to comment.

I entered his house behind him, and didn't even realise it, till I bumped into his back. I looked around, taking in the scenario. His house was beautiful.

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