A/N – Here is chapter two! I just want to thank everyone that reviewed or put this story on alert. I loved seeing that some people did actually enjoy the story! :)

This story is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes are solely mine.

Disclaimer – Twilight and the characters belong to SM. I am just borrowing them.

EPOV

Chapter Two

I watched as the beautiful brunette that had been seated next to me on the plane hurried through the airport. I could tell that she was trying to get away from me and I was fairly certain that it was because she was embarrassed. Of course, she really didn't have any reason to be. I found her complete honesty refreshing. And, admittedly, absolutely adorable.

I was pleasantly surprised when she looked up from her cell phone after I asked her to let me into my seat. She was breathtaking. Her big brown eyes were enchanting and her long hair was just begging to be wrapped around my hands. I could only imagine what it would feel like to tangle my hands in it while kissing her senseless. I knew that she was staring at me and that if I wanted to I probably could have kissed her on that plane. Unfortunately I had unfinished business back at home to attend to in the form of a soon-to-be ex-girlfriend.

I had already been thinking about breaking things off with Tanya. We had been dating off and on for about a year when I accepted a job in Seattle. I knew that Tanya was hoping I would ask her to move from Chicago with me, but I didn't. Other than the hints that she dropped to me every so often, the thought of her moving with me never crossed my mind. That was my first clue that I needed to end things with her. I had no desire to have a long distance relationship and if I couldn't see Tanya moving with me to Seattle then there probably wasn't any real future with her. My reaction to the brunette on the plane was just the last confirmation that I needed to know I would soon be ending things with Tanya. While I see no reason to find other women attractive when I am with someone, the minute I start to fantasize about them is when I know there is a problem.

As I talked to the girl next to me on the plane, I realized that she was exactly the type of girl that I would like to be with. She was obviously smart. A PhD in English is no easy degree. I would know since I also have one. And while she obviously had a problem with keeping her thoughts to herself, I found it endearing. It was refreshing to be around a girl that told me what she was thinking rather than playing games where I was supposed to figure everything out and prove that I was a good boyfriend.

I was just gearing up to ask for her name and possibly and e-mail address so that I could talk to her once we were off the plane when she mentioned her work situation. As she was talking, I realized that she might actually be working at the university that I was just hired at. When she said that they just got a new department head, I was pretty sure that she was talking about me and didn't realize it. I was just about to tell her who I was when she made the comment about the new person's parents paying for him to get the job. I could tell that it really bothered her to think that someone was possibly getting a job that they didn't deserve. When she said that she worked at the University of Washington, I knew that I was right. I was the douche that she called a momma's boy.

I wanted to be angry at her for talking about something that she knew nothing about. I wanted to call her out on her very wrong assessment of me, but I calmed myself down before I did. I knew that my parents had donated a large sum of money to the university, but they did so after I was officially hired. And it wasn't because I was getting a job there. My father received his medical degree from the University of Washington and often donated money. He knew that the school was looking to renovate their medical school and decided to help out. I already had my job and, in fact, the university didn't even realize that I was the son of Dr. Carlisle Cullen until after the donation was made. So while the beauty next to me was partially right, it wasn't for the reasons that she thought.

I knew that I probably should have told her right then who I was and explained to her the real reason behind being hired and my parents giving the money. However, I couldn't bring myself to do so. The passion behind her words when she talked about her job was enough to let me know that she really cared about what she did. And in that moment she truly believed that her new department head, me, had bought himself a job. I didn't want to ruin our conversation, so I opted to not tell her who I was. It was probably not the smartest move on my part since she would figure it out in just a matter of days when I was officially introduced to the professors, but it gave me some time to figure out what I would say to her.

We kept talking for a while after her small tirade over her work drama before she started to fall asleep. When she first fell asleep she was sitting up in her chair and I knew that it couldn't be very comfortable, so I adjusted her to where her head was at least laying on my shoulder. She never even moved as I adjusted her. But she did start to talk. I thought that she was waking up, but I realized that her incoherent mumblings were just a part of her sleep. I didn't pay much attention to what she was saying until I heard her say "hottie." She said it more than once and I couldn't help but grin. There was no way for me to be certain, but I was pretty sure that she was talking about me. I know that I'm not bad looking, but it always feels good to have a beautiful girl dream about you and find you attractive.

I hated that she was embarrassed when she woke up and that she felt the need to rush away from me once we were able to get off of the plane. However, I also knew that I would be seeing her again in just a few short days when I was officially introduced to the English faculty at UW. Now I just needed to figure out what I was going to say to her to make her understand that I wasn't the douche that she thought I was.

~~~SoaP~~~

The next day I went to my brother Emmett's house for lunch. He and his wife Rosalie had been living in Seattle for about 2 years before I moved there. My parents were ecstatic that both of their children were finally living in the same city as them. I was honestly excited about it, too. I had missed my parents and I had missed my brother. He was only older than me by a year, so we had been really close growing up. He was much more like a best friend than a brother.

"So Edward," Rose said as we were sitting outside having a beer, "your girlfriend called me while you were away. Apparently she wants me to talk you into moving her here with you. She said that she thinks you were just worried that she would tell you 'no' if you asked and that's why you never brought the subject up with her."

"You're joking, right?" I asked her.

Rose shook her head. "I don't know where you find these girls, Edward. To be as smart as you are, you sure do find the dumbest girls to date. I knew when Emmett and I were there a few months ago that your relationship with her wasn't going to last. Why do you hang on when it is so obviously not working?"

I raked my hands through my hair and sighed. I didn't even know what to say. Emmett, however, had plenty to say. "It's because she is hot, Rosie. Not as hot as you, of course," he said when she narrowed her eyes at him. "But for our little Edward here she was looking pretty good. And she had big tits."

Rosalie smacked Emmett across the head, but I could tell that she was trying not to laugh. Hell, I was trying not to laugh myself. "You're right," I said. "Tanya is hot, but it is all fake, from the blonde hair on her head to the tits that she bought herself before we ever started dating. And having a conversation with her is completely out of the question. All she can talk about is the last thing that she bought from the mall. That's the real reason I didn't ask her to move here. Things are over between us. I should have broken it off before I got settled here, but I just didn't. Now I'm going to have to make a trip back to Chicago just so I can tell her it's over in person. I owe her that much I guess."

"I just can't believe that it took you a year to figure that out," Rose said. "Maybe next time you should try having a conversation with whatever girl you are dating instead of just fucking her all the time."

I rolled my eyes at my sister-in-law. She and Emmett really were perfect for each other. Neither of them had even the slightest problem with being crude. But it was true. Tanya and I spent too much time in bed together and not enough time together outside of the bedroom.

"I'm getting too old for these crap relationships," I told them. "I worked so hard for so long so that I could get to where I am now professionally. I never had a lot of time to invest in a girlfriend and it never really bothered me before. But the thought of bringing someone like Tanya to a party with my co-workers is slightly nauseating. I would be the laughing stock of the department with someone like her. I need someone both beautiful and smart. And I'm pretty sure I know exactly who it will be."

Rose was taking a sip of her drink when I said this, causing her to spew it across the patio. "What?" She yelled. "You've been here for all of a day and you already found someone? And you are still with Tanya? What the hell, Edward?"

I shook my head. "Calm down, Rose," I said to her while Emmett just laughed. "It's not what you are thinking. I haven't actually gone out with anyone and I am definitely not starting something with another woman before breaking it off with Tanya. But I met a woman on the plane ride here from that conference in Dallas that I attended. She actually is a professor at the university. An English professor."

"A teacher, huh? That's pretty hot," Emmett said.

Rose rolled her eyes and kept on with the questions. "So she is going to be working for you technically? Do you think that is a good idea? Did she seem to like you? What's her name? I want to look at her picture on the university's website."

I shook my head. "Well I don't actually know her name. And she has no idea who I am. She just happened to tell me that she is a professor at the university, but I didn't tell her that I was her new department head."

"Well why didn't you?" Emmett asked.

I shrugged. "It's kind of complicated," I said.

"It's always kind of complicated with you," Rose replied. "But we can still figure out her name. The university has a list of all of their faculty with a picture on their website. You can search by department. Come on and let's go look up your mystery girl."

Rose had her iPad out and ready to go before I could say anything. I was curious about my brunette, so I took the iPad and scrolled through the English department faculty until I came across her picture. She was listed as Dr. Isabella Swan. The name suited her. The only other information listed on her was that she received her PhD from Notre Dame and a list of articles that she has had a published. Just that small amount of information was impressive. Notre Dame was a hard school to get into and to only be four years out of her PhD program, she had an impressive number of published articles. She really was just as smart as she was beautiful.

I showed the picture to Rose and Emmett. Rose gave me an approving nod and Emmett claimed her to be "hot enough for a Cullen." So I finally had a name to go with the face. Now it was time for me to figure out exactly when I would be able to fly back to Chicago to break things off with Tanya and how to go about making Dr. Swan realize that she needed to give her new asshole boss a chance.

Don't you just love Emmett? He and Rose are so perfect for each other and perfect to keep things real with our dear Edward! And now Edward has a name. I wonder what he will do with his new information?

I will have a new chapter posted in a few days!