Hi guys, here is part 2 of the date. (: I hope you enjoy. I am so sorry that I didn't get a chance to update again this weekend; I slept a lot. College can make you tired. Haha. Music: Fair and Tender Ladies - Song Catcher Soundtrack. Anywho, here is the update, hopefully another one by Thursday.

Chapter 7

BPOV

I took a moment to take in the scene around me. The room was dimly lit by low overhead lights and the walls were a rich crème color. I noticed the photographs on the wall, some early photos of the city, while the sky scrapers were still being built. One caught my eye, it was off to the side and it was titled "American Girl in Italy, circa 1951". I let my fingertips graze the edges of the frame; it was a simple photograph. A girl walking through the street, avoiding cat calls from Italian men, for some reason, I was enthralled with it.

"Do you like it?" His voice was a soft whisper as I felt his breath on the cuff of my ear. He was close enough that I could smell what was left of his aftershave.

"It's gorgeous. It's simple and that's what I like." I turned around putting less room between us than before. For some reason, I had never noticed the sexual tension between us before, but now, it was pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

"It pales in comparison to you." He brushed a bit of my hair back as I leaned into his touch.

"Edward!" The door flew open to reveal large men dressed in expensive suits, they filed into the room as they murmured among themselves. "We heard you were here, we thought we'd drop by."

Edward winked at me as he pulled me to the large group of people. The sound of the music from the dining room flowed into the room, adding a touch of Italian flare. If I didn't know better, I could have sworn I was in a gangster movie. The chattering continued, very few guys taking notice in me; most of them seemed to only care about Edward. It was clear by their behavior that he was important; they filed through to shake his hand and whisper greetings in his ear. I smiled as I gratefully took the back seat to him, being the center of attention was something I was not fond of.

"Why don't you come join us out in the main room? All the ladies are here." A tall gangly man propositioned as he smiled at me. Edward looked at me, wanting approval. "Sure." I mumbled as I quietly followed Edward and the crowd out into the dining.

"I'm sorry. I didn't intend for this to happen." Edward whispered into my ear as he pulled me closer to his side. I welcomed the contact and smiled at the intimate gestures. I turned my face towards his, our lips inches apart. "It's okay. I just want to be with you." His lips parted to reveal a joyous smile as we approached to table filled with women.

"Everyone, this is Bella."

EPOV

I hadn't anticipated the guys being here, but I wasn't surprised all that much. It was Friday night, and most of the wives expected to be taken out and paraded like perfect dolls. I didn't take Bella as one of those women, but she surprised me with her demeanor when my friends bombarded us. She easily let me take the spotlight which was something I wasn't used to, and I had to admit, it was a turn on.

As we made our way to the dining room, I pulled her closer to me. I desired that raw physical contact from her. I had only known her a short time and I was already developing an addiction to her. She didn't shy away from me as we walked through the crowded main room; she linked our hands together as I pulled her into my side. We looked thoroughly entranced with each other and it wasn't a bad look for either of us.

The table was fairly crowded with everyone pushed together to make room for us. We weren't an intrusion, just a surprise. "Everyone, this is Bella." I thrust her forward as I took a step back, symbolically letting her stand on her own in my world.

"Bella, it's a pleasure seeing you again." Emmett immediately stepped forward, wrapping her delicate hand into his larger one. "This is Tina, Faye, Jeanine, and Lisa." The girls waved in unison as they invited her over with warm smiles. I knew all the wives well, two of them all of my life, they were my father's goddaughters. That was something I liked about what we were, the aspect of family. We all knew each other, and we all took care of each other. I would do anything, including die and kill, for these people I called my family and they would do the same for me. It was about sacrifice and commitment, two things that were hard to come by in the world of today.

The night passed quickly; Bella and I danced and ate and enjoyed getting to know each other. She was a big hit with everyone, not that I expected anything less. They understood that I had hard time finding girls that held my interest, so they rejoiced in Bella.

"Dance with me, please." I pleaded with her as the band started the beginning notes to the last song. Her face turned up into a giggle, "Of course." I had her to her feet before she could breathe and instantly led her to the center of the dance floor. I pulled her close to me and linked our hands together between us.

The rhythm was slow, and I matched our pace perfectly. "I've had so much fun tonight. Your friends are amazing." Bella whispered in my ear as we turned in soft circles. I smiled, "I am glad you liked everything. I just wanted you to have a good time." I pulled apart and winked at her.

Comfortable silence replaced the compliments as the song continued. We swayed together in the sea of couples, blissfully happy, until…

"Your hands are really soft for construction." Her breath was hot on my neck as she whispered the words out loud. My heart skipped a beat, and my muscles went stiff. I swallowed hard as I continued in small, weaving circles. I could answer in a couple of ways; however, only one of them would produce an acceptable response. I nodded my head, "Yeah, I know. I only hold a management position, nothing too difficult." I pulled back again, flashing a million dollar smile at her. I wanted to dazzle her, make her forget about the question.

She turned a deep crimson and laid her head on my shoulder. She was either satisfied with my answer or my charisma had worked once again in my favor. The song was slowing and I twirled her once, just for entertainment.

I pulled her close as we made our way back to our seats. We collected our things and said our goodbyes. I had one more surprise for her; our night was far from over.

"Where are we going?" Bella pondered out loud as the car took off.

"You'll see." I squeezed her hand as the city became a quick blur of lights.