The Harder they Fall

by Ironic Twist

Bella Swan had big dreams that were quashed by reality. Now, a momentary indescretion may cost her the little she has. Or maybe it will be the best mistake she's ever made. Edward Cullen's life is perfect. Well, almost. Perhaps these two can help each other out in an unorthodox way.

26. Thank you for Tonight

My betas rock. Thank you Kristi and Lisa!

I'm posting today as part of Ficbridge's "Reader Appreciation" day. Recent events have had me seriously pondering what an author's responsibility is to his/her readers. I disagree with those who believe that authors have no responsibility to their readers; that readers should just "be grateful" for whatever an author shares.

In a word, "Bullshit."

I write for myself. I could do that in a notebook, on a scrap of paper or on the bathroom mirror in bright red lipstick. If I wanted feedback I could share what I've written with one or two friends and be done with it. Instead, I publish my work in an open forum, one where I ask for reviews and feedback, one where I've started a dialog with strangers about my work. People who don't know me have been kind enough to take time from their lives to read and comment on what I've written. It's made me a better writer. For that, dear readers, I thank you.

I'm committed to completing this story even if there's only one person out there still reading it.

MrstheKing recommended that we use "Thank you" in the title of today's post. It just so happens that works out perfectly for this chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 26 – Thank you for Tonight…

BPOV

While I changed into the outfit Alice had packed for me to wear to the hotel, I looked over the vanity Edward had installed in his dressing room. His words, "this is for you," echoed in my head. What was he doing? Making changes like this in his dressing room didn't make sense to me. Last weekend we had almost self-destructed so this week he had a vanity and dressers installed in his dressing room for me?

I considered his apology from the weekend. Was he just trying to prove he meant it when he said he was sorry? Was this just a kind gesture, or was he used to buying his way out of his mistakes?

I shook my head and decided that trying to puzzle out his motive would just distract me from what I should be thinking about—the weekend.

Though I'd agreed to sharing Edward's room and bed this weekend, that hadn't stopped me from calling the hotel and trying to change our reservation. I didn't get my hopes up and, sure enough, there hadn't been any cancelations.

Sighing, I looked over the clothes Alice had for me. The garment bag had produced the lovely outfit I was currently changing into. A brown and write floral print dress, long tan cardigan and matching shoes. I stared at myself in the long mirror for a few moments before moving to the vanity slowly. I patted the cushion on the chair before sitting down and looking at myself in the mirror. I had to concede that the chair was very comfortable.

Emptying my makeup case, I started fixing my face. When I was satisfied I began brushing my hair, pulling it back and pinning it up. I tilted my head and considered my reflection. I looked…good? I never considered myself particularly pretty, but something about the clothes, makeup and hair came together to make me look more attractive than I really was.

I looked at the necklace Charlie had given me when I graduated. It just wasn't appropriate for what I was wearing. Reluctantly, I stowed it back in the small bag I had for my jewelry. I glanced at the clock. It was after noon. I wondered how much longer Edward would be on the phone.

As if summoned by my thoughts there was a quiet knock on the door.

"Bella?"

"Come in, Edward," I answered.

He entered room, head down. He looked up and I waited until his eyes found mine in the mirror.

"You look amazing," he complimented me.

"So do you." It was true; he had changed into a dark suit with a cream-colored shirt, which complimented my dress, without seeming to match. Alice strikes again.

"Thank you." He walked over slowly and bent over behind me so our heads were the same height. He reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out something I couldn't see.

"I hope you don't mind. Alice made some suggestions for jewelry this weekend." Bringing up his hand he showed me the gold necklace dangling between his long fingers. I recognized it as the necklace I'd worn when we'd dined out with J.J. a few weeks ago.

I met his eyes in the mirror and nodded. He draped the wide gold links around my neck and secured the clasp behind me.

Perfect.

"Demetri is sending someone up to get our bags, are you all packed?"

"Yes. I'm all ready."

Standing, I walked over to my suitcase and zipped it shut.

"Are you hungry? We can grab something before we go."

"That would be great."

Edward indicated I should leave before him. As I passed him, he once again laid his hand lightly on my lower back. He steered me gently through his office and into reception.

Angela smiled at me when I passed by her desk.

"Have a nice weekend," she offered by way of farewell.

"Thanks, Ang…"

I was interrupted by Mrs. Cope.

"Mr. Cullen, Mr. Jenks called. He asked that you call him back."

Edward let out an exasperated sound.

"I'm sorry, Bella, let me find out what he wants. Otherwise, it will be on my mind all weekend."

"That's fine."

Edward walked back into his office. I turned and faced Angela.

"So, any plans this weekend? Last minute preparation for the wedding?"

"Everything's ready. Actually, I have a date this weekend." From the smile on her face, I could tell that Angela was busting to share.

"Oh? With who?" As if I couldn't guess.

"Ben Cheney! He asked me on Monday. We're going to have lunch and then visit the Museum of Science and Industry."

"That's terrific, Ang!"

"Yeah…" she wore a dreamy smile.

I exchanged a happy smile with Mrs. Cope before turning back to her, "Hey, Ang?

"Mmm?"

"I didn't know you were such a Science and Technology geek," I teased.

Her eyes snapped to mine but she quickly realized I was only kidding.

"You know, Bella," she shrugged, "he picked it. He wants to see some exhibit that just opened. I figured it he was comfortable with the date then it would be easier for us to talk."

I nodded. I was about to comment when Edward came out of his office. He looked aggravated.

"Is everything okay?"

"Hm? Yeah, everything's fine. Are you ready to go?"

"I'm all set."

"Let's head out then."

We said goodbye to Angela and Mrs. Cope and made our way to the elevator. Edward directed me through the lobby traffic with his hand on my back. He steered me out the door to the waiting Volvo and then helped me into my seat before walking around to the drivers' side.

We pulled out into traffic and headed off.

We drove through the city before pulling up at a bar slash restaurant I was unfamiliar with. There was a valet, something I hadn't seen at lunch before.

"Afternoon, Mr. Cullen."

"Good afternoon, take good care of her, please."

"We always do, sir."

I shook my head as Edward walked around the car to help me from my seat. I had a hard time understanding his world and small moments, like the valet knowing his name, were more difficult to wrap my head around then elaborate events like the Gala.

However, I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it. The feeling made me frown a little. It was important that I never forget this was just a ruse, a game… playacting. I was an employee--nothing more. I couldn't afford to get used to this type of lifestyle.

As we entered the door of the restaurant, I glanced around at the sophisticated, muted décor. There were several parties waiting at the hostess stand, so I excused myself to the bathroom. When I returned I noticed a few of the diners were seated, waiting for tables. I wondered if Edward would want to wait. I remained a step behind him as the hostess greeted him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Cullen, will Mr. Whitlock be joining you today?"

"Not today, Bree, however, if I could trouble you for the same table we dined at last time I'd appreciate it."

He reached over and clasped her hand lightly. I could see a light flush blossom on her face. I could sympathize with her.

"Certainly, Mr. Cullen, would you like a drink at the bar while it's prepared for you? I'll be over to get you shortly." She gestured to the long, dimly lit bar. Two busy bartenders, in impeccable white shirts, were filling orders behind the highly polished wood.

"Thank you, Bree."

I stepped to Edward's side. He glanced over at me and smiled. I reached across my body with my right arm and lightly grasped his forearm, while tucking my left hand in his elbow.

"We'll have a drink while we're waiting," he said to me.

I simply smiled in response. I glanced at Bree as she turned to lead us away, but not before I caught the flat look in her eye.

Sorry, sweetie.

Bree instructed the bartender to give us a drink and then walked away promising a short wait.

I wondered how long it would take to evict the current occupants of Edward's preferred table.

Not long it turns out. We were at the bar less than five minutes, just enough time for the bartender to deliver us a Scotch and glass of white wine. We settled into the seats along a glass wall offering a panoramic view of the city.

"This is beautiful," I couldn't help but say.

"I should bring you here in the evening. It's even better when the city's all lit up."

I perused the menu and decided on grilled chicken pesto wrap with cole slaw.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Cullen." Our server had approached the table.

"Nice to see you again, Lucy."

"I see you have drinks, what else can I get for your today?" Lucy hadn't even acknowledged my presence.

Edward looked pointedly at me and Lucy reluctantly followed his gaze. I placed my order and asked for club soda with lime as well. Edward ordered and Lucy walked away.

"Everyone here knows you," I observed.

"Jazz and I come here sometimes, usually after work. It's a nice place. Good food. The service is excellent."

"Mmm…" The service is excellent if you're handsome and rich. I wondered if he even noticed the preferential treatment. If not, was it because he expected it or was he just that oblivious? Neither option was particularly flattering for him.

"So, Bella, I feel that I need to warn you a little bit about what might happen this weekend."

I raised an eyebrow in concern. "Warn me?" I asked.

Edward looked a bit sheepish and didn't meet my eye.

"Yeah, warn you. See, we were a rowdy group on campus and even though most of the guys have gone on to hold positions of at least some responsibility, when we get together…" he trailed off.

"When you get together you act like a bunch of frat boys on spring break?" I supplied.

Edward still didn't meet my eye. "Yeah, something like that. The last time I went to the reunion was two years ago and there was almost no difference between the last party on campus and that evening."

"It's okay, Edward. I'm not really that uptight. I want you to have fun with your friends."

"Yeah, see, it's not me they'll want to have fun with. I've never brought a date to the reunion before so they'll probably hound you. I suggest you stay close to me. I'll try to deflect most of it."

"I'm sure it will be fine. I can take a joke and dish it out when necessary."

He finally looked at me.

"I have no doubt, Bella, but I just wanted to warn you."

"Thank you for the warning. I went to college and have seen my fair share of frat parties."

"Oh really, Ms. Swan. And what do you know about frat parties?" He cocked his eyebrow at me.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cullen, a nice girl doesn't kiss and tell."

"Kiss and tell, eh? That tells me plenty right there." His expression was of feigned shock and I couldn't help but laugh. He joined in with a few chuckles of his own.

"Well, don't be afraid to let me know if someone gets out of line. Rosalie will be there on and off throughout the weekend and I wouldn't be surprised if Alice shows up with Jasper, though neither my brother nor he are spending the whole weekend."

Our conversation was interrupted by our lunch being served. We dug right into our meals and continued to discuss the weekend.

As soon as we were done, we headed out. Edward was eager to start the weekend it seemed. The valet pulled the car around and we headed back to the office.

"We'll need to go back to the office to switch cars. Our luggage is packed in the Vanquish."

"Okay."

Edward chatted with me a little about the guys he thought we'd see this weekend before pulling into the parking garage. He pulled into an empty space between his Vanquish and a motorcycle I'd never seen before.

"Nice bike, but it's a little cold for this time of year. Do you know who it belongs to?"

Edward cleared his throat.

"It's mine. I keep it here in the colder months instead of putting it in storage." He shrugged, seeming embarrassed.

"Oh. Well, it's really nice. What is it?"

"It's a Ducati."

"Is it fast?" I asked. I know that there was undisguised longing on my face. Little known fact, I liked fast.

Edward studied my face for a moment before his own broke into a smile.

"Yeah, she's fast," he answered.

I grinned back at him. A bit of silent communication was exchanged. I wanted a ride on that bike and he knew it. He shook his head and chuckled.

"C'mon Danica, we need to get going."

I pursed my lips in a pout before walking over to the car. When Edward saw my expression he actually laughed. As he leaned over to open my door he spoke low in my ear.

"One day, I promise."

With that I had to be satisfied.

I slid into the Vanquish and once again marveled at this car while Edward jogged around to the other side.

It was only a short drive to the hotel where we made use of the valet service. The bellhops were efficient in unloading our car as the two of us made our way to Check-In.

"Reservation for Cullen," Edward informed the clerk, a young man who appeared bit harried.

"Yes, sir…here we go. You're reserved in a King Room, river view. Everything seems to be in order, I'll just need Isabella Cul- I mean Isabella Swan's credit card." The clerk turned to me expectedly and I reached into my bag.

"I'll be paying for the room on my card instead. I hope this isn't a problem."

"Not a problem at all, sir," he replied efficiently, taking Edward's card and swiping it through the machine on his desk.

A few moments later the clerk slid two keycards across the marble countertop in front of us and handed Edward a folder emblazoned with Greek letters.

"This is the welcome package for all reunion attendees," the clerk explained. He pointed down a nearby hallway. "Tonight's reception is being held right down this hall. It's scheduled to begin at 5 o'clock so you have a few hours to get settled into your room. A number of guests arrived yesterday. I'm sure you'll run into someone you know before then." The clerk smiled graciously at Edward.

"Thank you for the information."

"Can I help you with anything else?"

"Not right now."

"Then I hope you enjoy your stay here at Hotel Monaco."

Edward slid his arm around my waist and we headed towards the elevators. The bellhop followed us silently. He jumped in front of us to use his passkey to let us into the room, holding the door as both Edward and I entered. He followed quickly behind, pulling the cart with our luggage.

Instead of unloading the cart he gave us a quick tour, showing us the chain's signature animal print robes which were ours to use for the duration of the stay as well as how to operate the in-room safe. Then he quickly offloaded our luggage and made for the door. Edward followed him as I looked around the room. It was beautiful. The walls were pained in alternating stripes of leaf green and pale gold. The wide window, adorned with red drapes and patterned sheers, looked out over the river and a huge television was perched on a dresser across from the… bed.

I realized I had been avoiding looking at it. My last hope was dashed when I realized there was no way either of us could sleep on the chairs in the room. Short of feigning an illness and going home, I would be sleeping with Edward tonight.

I was slightly reassured by the size of said piece of furniture. I'd forgotten how large a king-sized bed is. A tall padded headboard was upholstered in silky red fabric, which matched the spread folded across the end of the bed. The rest of the sheets and blankets were a creamy gold color that matched the walls.

To the side of the bed was a large, low, round mirror. I rolled my eyes. It might be appropriate for lovers, but honestly, it reminded me of something out of a no-tell motel. The only other pieces of furniture in the room were a gold-upholstered chair and ottoman, a small desk and matching chair and two night stands. The bathroom was closer to the door.

I sighed and grabbed my suitcase and garment bag, hauled them up to the bed and opened my suitcase. Edward joined me a few moments later and also opened his suitcase. We unpacked our clothes and stowed the empty suitcases in the closet along with our formal clothes for tomorrow evening.

"So," Edward began, "is there anything you'd like to do before we go to the party? We've got about two hours."

I looked at him, alarmed. Was he suggesting…?

He caught my look at burst out laughing.

"Bella, you're so funny. I just meant that we have some time to kill. Is there anything you'd like to do? There's a spa on the premises. I don't think a massage is a good idea, but I'm sure you could get a manicure or something."

A feeling of relief swept over me and I silently chided myself for my assumption.

Edward approached me and took my hands in his. "I promise," he reminded me, quietly, "a perfect gentleman." He leaned in and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek before dropping my hands.

I took a deep breath and exhaled loudly.

"Actually, Edward, I could use a nap. I was up very early this morning getting ready so I could be at the office by eight. I don't want to fizzle out early tonight."

"Well, then, I'll leave you alone so you can get some rest. Call my cell if you need anything. I'll just be downstairs seeing who's around."

"Did you want me to come with you?"

"No, no, you can dazzle everyone tonight with your wit and charm. I'll be back in an hour and a half or so."

With that Edward turned on his heel and left the room.

I went to the bathroom and removed the clothes I was wearing, hanging everything up so that I could put it back on later. I wrapped myself in the bathrobe I usually kept at Edward's office before walking over to the bed.

I wondered if he had a side preference before rolling my eyes at the ridiculousness of this situation. I slid between the sheets on the side of the bed closer to the window and closed my eyes, quickly falling asleep.

It was just over an hour later when I woke feeling refreshed. The room was darker, the sun having moved low in the sky. I gazed out the window for a few moments before sitting up. I hated this time of year, when you could actually see the days getting shorter.

I stood and pulled on my robe's sash. I walked into the bathroom and quickly got redressed. A few pieces of hair were out of place and I spent a several minutes fixing my mild case of bed head. My makeup was undamaged, but I needed to reapply my lipstick. Pleased with my appearance, I went back into the room, stashed my key and phone in my purse and left to find Edward.

The hotel was much busier than it had been when we checked in. I glanced down the hall where the clerk had mentioned tonight's reception would take place, but I only saw porters and busboys setting up. I walked into the lobby and glanced around hoping to see Edward, or even Jasper or Emmett, but I wasn't so lucky. I was about to pull out my phone and call him, when I saw a group of well-dressed men about Edward's age walk down a short hallway. One of them looked vaguely familiar and I wondered if he had been in the pictures Edward shared with me earlier today. I followed them hoping they'd lead me to Edward.

The men turned into a well-appointed bar and restaurant. It was much louder in here with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses. I glanced around and realized these had to be reunion people. Everyone was about the same age. The men were all dressed in suits and ties. A few women dotted the gathering, attending the event with their husbands or boyfriends.

A familiar laugh caught my attention and I followed the sound towards a corner of the room. Edward sat with his back to me at a round table with four other men. They were speaking animatedly and laughing loudly. As I approached I saw one of the men facing me check me out. His eyes remained fixed on me as I got closer. He smiled when he realized his table was my destination.

When I got closer, my admirer stood up, effectively halting conversation at the table.

"Hello there," he said smoothly.

"Good evening," I replied with a small smile, coming to a halt between Edward and the man sitting on his right. The man on the right angled his chair to give me more room as Edward stood up next to me.

"Hello, love," Edward greeted me smoothly, kissing me lightly on the cheek.

There was a surprised silence at the table before one of the guys commented loudly, "You've been holding out on us, Cullen! Introduce us."

Edward cleared his throat and looked me in the eye. With a deep breath, we were on.

Edward slid his hand down my arm and grasped my hand lightly bringing it to his lips and kissing me on the knuckles.

"Gentleman, this is Bella. Bella, this is Jared, Paul, Seth and Sam," he said, indicating each man in turn. It may have been my imagination, but he seemed a little tense when he introduced Sam.

"It's a pleasure, gentlemen."

"Oh, believe me," Paul said with a comical look of incredulity, "the pleasure is ours."

Sam, who had been sitting on Edward's right, stood and offered me his chair, which I accepted. Edward slid his chair a bit to the left to give me more room and Sam pulled a chair over from another table, eliciting complaints from its occupants, before settling down again on my right.

"So, Bella," Jared asked, "how did you meet Edward?"

I smiled brightly at him, knowing my answer would earn Edward major points.

"Edward's my boss."

Sure enough, catcalls and whistles erupted at the table. Edward shook his head slightly at the attention. He was smiling, though.

The guys all made mild comments. Sam waited until the merriment had settled down before adding his two cents.

"Tapping company resources for personal use, Edward? Shame on you."

Edward's smile disappeared and he gave Sam a hard look. I could feel the chill flowing between them; I wondered if they had history. I'd have to ask Edward about it later.

"Can I get you a drink?" Edward offered politely.

"A glass of wine, please."

Edward stood.

"Leaving her alone with us, Edward? You're very…trusting." Jared trailed off suggestively.

"Bella can take care of herself. I already told her that if any of you get out of line all she needs to do is hit you on the nose with a rolled up newspaper."

Everyone chuckled and Edward left to get my drink.

The guys were quite polite once Edward was out of earshot. Sam was quiet, not adding anything to the general conversation. Though he seemed interested in what everyone was saying.

Paul was still looking at me with the same intensity he had when he first caught sight of me when I walked over to the table. It was a little uncomfortable, but I smiled at him anyway.

He took that as his opening.

"Are you a good sport, Bella?"

"A good sport? I think so. Why?"

"Edward's never brought a date to one of these things before. You being here is a prime opportunity for years of payback."

A look of confusion passed over my face. Paul laughed, while Jared looked uncomfortable. Sam and Seth exchanged undecipherable expressions before Sam turned to look at me speculatively.

Edward returned with my wine and settled back in next to me. Paul's question left me with an uneasy feeling. I reached over and placed my hand on Edward's knee. He quickly covered it with his own and gave me an easy smile, which I returned. Now was not the time to talk to him about my concerns.

The guys spoke easily about their jobs and their other interests. Edward and Seth struck up a conversation about their motorcycles. Edward mentioned Jasper's bike and they talked about possibly taking a few days off to ride in the spring.

People were filtering out of the bar. Edward glanced at his watch.

"It's five. We should head into the reception." He stood and offered me his hand which I took easily. We bid goodbye to our tablemates before heading back towards the lobby.

"So, you emerged from your first encounter unscathed," Edward said laughingly to me.

I pursed my lips.

"I'm not so sure about that."

"Why?"

"While you were getting me my drink, Paul asked if I was a good sport. He said something about years of payback."

Edward scowled. "I'd hoped they'd grown up a little by now, but it seems my hopes were in vain. Just stay close to me, Bella. They're not going to force you to do anything."

"What kind of payback are we talking about here?"

Edward sighed. "Remember what I told you earlier? About everyone reverting to frat boys during these events?"

"Yes."

"When we were younger the guys would get 'close' to someone else's girlfriend to piss him off."

"Close?"

"Usually just kissing. They had all kinds of stupid games that would put them in a situation where they could kiss someone else's girlfriend. If a guy brought a new girl to an event it became a challenge for everyone to try to convince her to play one of these games. Every guy in the room would line up for the chance to kiss her just to piss his brother off. None of the guys could really complain, though, 'cause they'd all done it at some point."

"Did you play these games, Edward?"

"It was a long time ago, Bella." Edward was equivocating.

"I'm going to take that as a yes," I laughed.

"It is a yes," he said shortly, not meeting my eyes. "Like I said, I thought they were over it by now."

"Paul said you've never brought a date to something like this before."

"I haven't brought someone to a reunion before, but they certainly played these games with my girlfriends in college. It was stupid, but we all did it. Even Emmett and Jasper. Frankly, the girls never complained."

I thought about what he'd said. Games like the ones Edward had described were certainly something I'd seen played before. I'd never participated, but they were mostly harmless fun when you considered the tenuous relationships college life breeds.

However, we were no longer college coeds and anyone who brought someone to this event was likely seriously involved. I wondered at these men's obvious lack of respect for established relationships. Then I mentally rolled my eyes. Edward and I didn't actually have a relationship.

Edward was watching me process. "Don't worry about it, Bella. Nothing will probably happen anyway."

I wasn't so sure. A few of the guys at the table looked like they'd certainly like to try something.

The reception area was well-appointed. Servers dressed all in black navigated the large space offering revelers cocktails and appetizers. Edward grabbed us both flutes of champagne as I snagged a few oysters Rockefeller for us to enjoy. We moved to one of the many tall tables scattered around the area and spread out our bounty before beginning to eat.

Others servers came by and offered us scallops wrapped in bacon, prosciutto wrapped asparagus spears and the ever-popular pigs in a blanket.

Edward seemed to know everyone! We were constantly interrupted, and I shook so many hands I regretted not putting hand sanitizer in my bag. I had lovely conversations with several of the wives of the many men who stopped by to say hello. They seemed like very down-to-earth people, not at all like the men I'd met earlier at the bar.

About an hour after we arrived, an emcee grabbed his microphone and officially welcomed us to the gathering. He made a few announcements about the weekend's activities and told us to enjoy ourselves. Once he was done, the noise level shot up considerably as music was piped in through well-hidden speakers.

Even though there wasn't really space to dance, several couples began swaying together in the room. Edward was just identifying a few revelers standing to our side when a burst of blue energy attacked my arm.

"Bella!"

I turned quickly to see Alice's excited face. She was dressed in a lovely electric blue dress.

"Isn't this terrific!" Alice started before I could respond, running her mouth a mile a minute. It took all my concentration to keep up with her, but I was able to get a good look at Jasper's face as he approached us more slowly.

It was the face of a man in love.

He gazed at Alice with rapt adoration and amused tolerance for her excitement. He spoke quietly with Edward. I couldn't hear what they were saying, as Alice was detailing her decision process for the outfit she was wearing tonight. I noticed that she and Jasper were coordinated much the same way Edward and I were.

"Can you believe that a man with those colored eyes doesn't own a dark blue suit? I mean seriously…."

Alice continued to speak but I tuned her out as Edward whispered in my ear.

"I need to talk to Jasper about something J.J. mentioned earlier. Will you two be okay?"

"We're fine, go ahead."

Edward smile and kissed me quickly before walking away with Jasper in tow.

More servers came by, this time offering fruit on skewers.

"Have you had anything to eat yet, Alice?"

"No, we just got here."

I grabbed a few extra skewers for Edward and Jasper while Alice took a few for herself.

"Alice, I need to run to the bathroom. Stay here and eat something."

Alice nodded as she began nibbling on the skewer in her hand. I walked off leaving Alice to guard our table.

After using the bathroom I sat in the Ladies' Lounge for a moment to reapply my lipstick and smooth my hair. A small, pretty woman with curly dark hair sat next to me. Our eyes met in the mirror. I was surprised to recognize her. Jessica.

She smiled at me.

"Hi,"

"Hello."

I smiled back.

As I was about to stand she spoke again.

"You're here with Edward Cullen, aren't you?"

A few women in the room glanced at us interestedly.

"Yes, I'm here with Edward."

"I'm Jessica," she reached out to shake my hand.

"It's nice to meet you Jessica, I'm Bella."

Jessica glanced over at the nosey women behind us and they scurried away. She snorted lightly and shook her head.

"Harpies," she muttered.

"I'm very glad to meet you, as well, Bella. Edward has never brought someone to one of these before."

"Do you know Edward well?" I asked. I assumed so from the picture, and my earlier conversation with Edward, but it was always nice to get both sides of the story.

"Edward and I dated most of his freshman year. But I haven't seen him in years."

Hm, not the same story Edward gave me. I wonder who's lying.

"How is he?" she asked, kindly.

I'm a little taken aback by her tone. She sounds like she's asking about someone who is sick. "Edward? He's fine. Why?"

Jessica heaved a small sigh.

"Edward usually avoids me, so I was a little surprised to see him tonight. We haven't run into each other yet, but I was hoping I could say hello."

"I don't see why not. He was talking with Jasper when I came in here."

She met my eyes in the mirror once more and seemed to come to a decision.

"Thanks, Bella. It was nice to meet you." Her tone was genuine as she stuck out her hand once more to shake mine.

"You, too," I replied, nonplussed.

Jessica left and I sat another minute or so trying to puzzle out the encounter. Obviously, I was missing a lot of information. I didn't think that Jessica was the right source for that information, but wasn't sure I had the right to ask Edward. Perhaps if we were in a real relationship…but it probably wasn't necessary for me to understand all the gory details for what we had.

I snapped my purse shut and headed back to the reception. A quick glance at our table showed me that it was empty. I walked through the room nodding my head at people who were now vaguely familiar. The party had gotten very loud. It was clear that the frat boy behavior was in full effect. I could hear chanting coming from across the room, though I couldn't see what was happening. One guy was standing on one of the tables doing what appeared to be a strip tease. He was surrounded by a couple of guys and one really pissed off woman.

I scanned the room for someone familiar and was horrorstruck by what I saw. Alice was being led across the room towards Seth by Paul and Sam. The three were talking animatedly and I was sure that Alice wasn't aware of what she was getting herself into.

My eyes darted around the room one more time, but I didn't see Jasper. Looks like it would be up to me.

I sped up and followed them as quickly as possible.

"How can I play if you don't explain the rules to me?" Alice was asking.

"You need to wait until Jared gets back with Jasper, otherwise it won't work."

"Alice!" I interrupted, "what are you doing?"

"We're going to play a game, Bella."

"Um, Alice…"

"Hey!" Seth yells, "Look at this, Bella's here, too. Excellent. I'll text Jared and tell him to bring Cullen, too."

The other guys laughed. I leaned over to Alice and whispered, "Alice, I don't think this is a good idea. The guys are going to set up some sort of kissing thing to try to piss Jasper off."

"What?!" she replied loudly.

Sam shot me a look, annoyed that I spilled the beans.

Jared arrived with Jasper and Edward in tow. Edward was scowling; Jasper looked uncomfortable.

"Dudes," Jasper starts, "aren't we a little old for this? C'mon Alice, let's go."

"No way, Whitlock. You've played the game before. You gonna pussy out now that it's your girl."

"Ya' know what, Uley? I am going to 'pussy out' as you eloquently put it. I don't have anything to prove." Jasper took Alice's arm gently and tried to lead her away from the gathering but she wasn't having any part of it.

"No, Jazz, no. I'll do it. There's nothing these guys have that will compare to you."

A small crowd has gathered. I felt my stomach twist. This was quickly becoming one of those "points" things, like earlier when I told these same men that Edward was my boss. I glanced over at Edward. The scowl hadn't left his face.

"Okay, Alice, here's how it works. We're going to blindfold you and five different guys are going to kiss you. You just have to tell us which one was Jasper. Easy, right?"

I walked over to Edward and laid my hand on his arm. He looked at me and jerked his head to the side asking me if I wanted to get out of there.

"We can't," I whispered. "We can't leave Jasper and Alice like this."

Edward's scowl deepened but he nodded in agreement. I glanced around nervously; there were more people watching now.

"Want to play, Cullen?" Sam called over. "You may as well get some sweet with the bitter, your girl's next!"

A bunch of guys in the room cheered briefly at this announcement.

"That's it," Edward muttered to me, "let's go." He grasped my elbow and tried to pull me away.

"It's okay, Edward," I assured him. I wasn't about to run away now and cause him to lose face in front of these men. I was confident that I could pick out Edward's kiss from any number of others. His kisses affected me in ways no other kiss ever had.

Someone pulled out a scarf and it was quickly tied around Alice's eyes. When it was agreed she couldn't see, Sam pointed to three different guys before pointing to Edward. Edward shook his head solemnly, refusing to play. Sam scoffed before pointing to Jasper and another guy. The five men lined up. Catcalls, whistles and lewd comments followed as each man stepped in front of Alice and kissed her. As far as I could tell the men remained somewhat respectful in their interaction. None of them touched her. After each kiss Alice stood still, her face expressionless.

Jasper was fourth in line. He bent and kissed Alice briefly. Sam stood close by making sure that he didn't signal to Alice some way that it was him. It was obvious, however, that she knew. When Jasper straightened, Alice had a huge smile on her face. The last guy in line kissed Alice and joined the others off to the side.

"Okay, Alice," Sam said, "which one was Jasper."

"Number four," Alice said without hesitation or worry. Jasper smiled hugely at her. The crowd hooted and hollered at Alice's success as she removed the blindfold.

Sam waved his hands to shush the rowdy crowd.

"Okay, Bella, you're up." He pointed to the spot where Alice had stood earlier. I glanced over at Jasper and Alice. They looked worried. Edward looked worried, too, but didn't object as I took my place.

The scarf was slid over my eyes and tied behind me. I waited as Sam picked the men. I thought I heard a brief scuffle but the music was loud and there was no outcry, so I stood quietly. The noise level rose dramatically and I assumed the men were ready.

I sensed someone in front of me and waited. Thin, dry lips touched mine. I knew, without a doubt that this was not Edward. The first man stepped back and I waited for the next one. The second man's lips were moister, but still thinner than Edward's full mouth. The third man was more forward. The tip of his tongue touched my bottom lip. I turned my head away slightly at the unwelcome touch, but knew without a doubt this was not Edward. Edward had been drinking Scotch and champagne tonight, this man reeked of beer.

I sensed the fourth man in front of me. I wondered if they'd have really put Edward in the same position in line as Jasper from the last round. Warm, moist lips touched mine softly at first and then more urgently. He pushed my lips apart with his and edged his tongue into my mouth. I stepped back, breaking our contact. This was not Edward.

I sighed with relief. Edward was the only one left. I was sure he wasn't one of the previous four.

I puckered my lips a bit in anticipation of Edward's kiss. When the kiss came I gasped—this wasn't Edward either! The man in front of me took full advantage of my gasp and thrust his tongue into my open mouth, quickly swiping his tongue along my teeth. I wrenched my head away and listened as the crowd roared.

I went to remove the blindfold, but was stopped.

"Nuh-uh, Bella, first you tell us which one was Edward and then you can remove the blindfold."

"None of those men were Edward," I declared quickly, pulling the scarf from my head. I took in the scene before me. Edward was struggling against two men who were holding him against the wall, a third had his hand placed firmly over his mouth. Jasper held Alice off to one side. They both looked unhappy.

The crowd around us was laughing hysterically, as Edward was released.

"That was a long time in coming, Cullen!" Sam said, as Edward pushed past him and came to stand in front of me.

"I'm so sorry, Bella," Edward said bringing his hands to either side of my face. Alice and Jasper pushed through the crowd to our side.

"I'm fine, Edward, really."

"Those guys are juvenile assholes. It never occurred to me that they might pull that. I should have insisted that we leave. I'm so sorry."

"Edward, really, it's fine. I'm fine. No harm done and now they'll leave us alone."

"You want to get out of here?" he asked me.

I nodded. He grabbed my hand and pulled me through the dispersing crowd and out into the lobby. Jasper and Alice followed.

The four of us stopped.

"You staying?" Edward asked Jasper.

"No, but I'll be back tomorrow for the game."

A wicked gleam appeared in Edward's eye. We bid each other goodnight as Jasper led Alice to the doors and out to the street.

Edward and I wended our way through the crowd and to the elevators. Several people were waiting. I recognized some of them from the reunion. Two guys were smirking, but the rest seemed more sympathetic. Edward didn't look at any of them, focusing on my face instead.

We rode the elevator to our floor and walked down the hallway. Edward put his arm around my waist and pulled me tightly to his side, almost making it impossible for me to walk. We made it down the hall and stood in front of our door. I went to pull my keycard from my bag, but he was quicker, whipping out his wallet and inserting the key before I could open my purse.

As soon as we were in the room I brushed my teeth. Thoroughly. Twice. I walked back into the bedroom and removed my shoes. They were lovely and matched my outfit perfectly, but I'd been on my feet for the last four hours. I dropped my bag on the bed and sat down in the gold upholstered chair, putting my feet up on the ottoman. I closed my eyes and listened as Edward walked around the room.

I could hear him divesting himself of his wallet and some change. He took off his suit jacket and hung it up. I listened to the quiet, domestic sounds of his passage through the room and suddenly felt very comfortable. Despite the nonsense downstairs this felt… normal? I turned my head and gazed out the widow. The view of the river in the darkness, tiny lights giving away the locations of the various boats, was peaceful.

I was so enraptured by the view that Edward surprised me when he offered me a chilled bottle of Fiji water from the honor bar. I smiled my thanks and removed the lid to take a sip. Edward sat on the ottoman in front of me, pulling my feet into his lap to give himself room.

Most of the aggravation and frustration was gone from his face, but his expression was still intense. He'd removed his jacket and tie and opened the top few buttons of his shirt. I smiled at him and indicated the window.

"The view is lovely."

"It certainly is," he replied, not take his eyes off my face.

I smiled at him and shook my head minutely before returning my eyes to the view. His hands, which had been holding my feet, shifted their grip as he began to rub strong, powerful circles over my aching arches. I couldn't help the small sigh of contentment as he continued to stroke and massage my feet.

By the time he was done, my eyes had slid closed and I could feel sleep creeping up.

His quiet voice sounded near my ear, "Bella, love, you should get ready for bed."

My eyes fluttered opened. Edward was leaning very close, his knees between my legs. When I focused on his eyes he smiled at me. I watched as his eyes flickered down to my lips and back to my eyes. I licked my lips in anticipation and sighed when he pressed his mouth to mine.

He kissed me chastely, but I could feel something more behind it. It wasn't urgency or lust, but there was… something.

His lips slid from my own as he pressed his cheek to mine.

"Thank you for tonight, Bella," he whispered into my ear.

With that he rose from the ottoman and walked to the bathroom. I followed his retreat with my eyes.

When I heard the shower start I stood and undressed, pulling on one of the sets of pajamas I had bought for the weekend. I turned off all the lights except for the lamp on Edward's side of the bed.

Sliding between the sheets, I turned on my side and faced the window again. I could still feel the pressure of Edward's kiss. I touched two fingers to my lips, hoping to banish the lingering feeling, but was unsuccessful.

I tucked my hand under my pillow, and stared out the window until sleep claimed me.

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So, we've heard of Sam before. Does anyone remember when or where? Hmmm?

I don't know if ffnet will let me update my profile. It wouldn't last time I posted a chapter. I'm going to try and update with some of the outfits from this chapter. Maybe I'll link Hotel Moncao, too. We stayed at the Hotel Monaco outside of DC a few years ago. Fantastic! Gorgeous boutique hotels.

And the fuckery continues. I feel like I should give PSAs down here. Master of the Universe has been banished. It is now over at Twilighted in all its glory. There's a toned down version here, but really, what's the point? I feel for Icy, she had over 42,000 reviews on that little ditty here at ffnet. So, go read MotU on Twilighted, leave her some love, and tell her Ironic Twist sent you.

Also, Clipped Wings and Inked Armor has been removed. It, too, is available on Twilighted as well as hunterhunting's blog.