"Well, Edward," I began, "are you here with anyone?"

"No one important," he responded. "Just my brother and my friend from work."

"Well, I don't want to keep you from your friends," I told him. At that time, the bartender came back with our drinks. I took a sip of my daiquiri and looked at him over the brim of my drink.

"Oh it's fine. You're much prettier than them anyway."

I smiled at his joke and set my drink down.

"Besides," he continues, "it seems as if I'm the one making you ignore your friends."

I looked next to me to see Jessica and Angela sipping their drinks and making small talk.

"I think they'll be just fine without me," I replied with a smile. "So, tell me, what exactly are you doing here on a Tuesday night?"

"Oh nothing terribly exciting," he replied, then took a sip of his Sam Adams. "Just unwinding after a long day at work."

"Really? What do you do?"

"Well, I'm currently doing my residency at Northwestern Memorial Hospital. I just got off from a very long shift so I decided to come out for a drink."

I nodded, trying to appear interested in his life so it wouldn't look like I just wanted to get in his pants. Even if that is all I wanted, it's not good to look desperate.

"Northwestern, huh? I got my undergrad there."

"Really? What did you study?" he asked. He actually did seem genuinely interested in what I had to say, which I'm sure what have been great for any other girl, but all I really wanted to do was get laid. It was just my luck that I was probably the only girl in the bar only looking for meaningless sex, and I was chatting it up with the guy who actually cared what I had to say.

"I got my degree in international relations."

He nodded and took another swig of his beer. "So what job does one get with a degree in international relations?"

I shrugged. "Hell if I know. I work at an advertising agency. Not exactly what I wanted to do with my life, but it pays the bills." I took another sip of my drink, finishing it off. I nodded to the bartender and he quickly bought me another.

"What do you want to do with your life?" he questioned.

I just stared at him for a moment. This guy was gorgeous and he had to know it. He had to know that I would undoubtedly be attracted to him and be willing to go back to his place, or to mine, no questions asked. So why was he sitting here, actually talking to me, actually trying to get to know me?

I snapped out of my internal monologue when I realized if I didn't answer soon I was going to appear slightly crazy.

"I'm not entirely sure. I kind of want to do something with medicine but I kind of think it's too late for that. The thought of going back to school seems a little ridiculous."

Why was I telling him all this? The horny part of my brain told me to turn on the charm and get us out of here, back to my apartment and naked, as soon as possible.

"It's never to late to do something you're passionate about," he told me seriously.

I shrugged. "I didn't say I was particularly passionate about medicine, just that it might be something I want to do."

"Regardless, it's never too late."

Half an hour, and several more drinks later, I wasn't exactly drunk, but I certainly wasn't as sober as I was when I walked in. Much to my own surprise, I had spent the whole time just talking to Edward. I had tried to turn on my charm and flirt with him but Edward either didn't notice or wasn't interested.

If I had to take a guess, it was that he wasn't interested. He was extremely handsome, he could have any girl he wanted in no time, so why waste his time with me? Granted, I didn't think I was ugly, but I knew I wasn't exactly drop-dead gorgeous. He was gorgeous though, so it was worth a shot. Plus there had to be some reason he was still sitting there talking to me.

Then a thought occurred to me. What if he hadn't made a move on me because he had a girlfriend or wife? He didn't have a ring on his finger but he did say he worked at a hospital, maybe he didn't want something happening to it. I may just be looking to get laid, but I wasn't a home wrecker.

"So Edward," I began as the bartender set down yet another drink for him and me. I wanted to figure out if he had someone, because if he did, it really wasn't worth it for me to sit here and stare at this beautiful man I would never have the pleasure of having naked in my bed.

"Yes Bella?" he replied.

"You've told me all about your job. What about your life outside your job?" I figured if there was someone in his life, they would be important enough for him to mention.

"Oh, there isn't much to tell. I spend most of my time working, studying to become a doctor. I have a brother, Emmett, the one who is over there. And a sister, Alice. She lives in the area, too. And other than work and family, I don't really have much of a life. And I didn't realize how boring my life is until I actually said it out loud," he said with a laugh.

"You're studying to become a doctor, it's to be expected that you don't have much time for much else," I reassured him.

I was relieved he didn't seem to have a wife or a serious girlfriend. Now I could focus on getting him alone. I decided to just be bold and practically come right out and ask him back to my apartment.

"Well, Edward, I think we've been sitting in this stuffy bar long enough. What do we continue this conversation back at my apartment?" I hoped he was just drunk enough to accept my offer.

He was quiet for a moment, trying to decide whether or not to take me up on my offer. After he was quiet for what would be an acceptable amount of time, I accepted the fact he was most likely not going to come back to my apartment with me.

"I actually have a really early shift tomorrow," he explained.

Right, I'm sure he did. I hated when people came up with crap excuses. I knew he was gorgeous and that it was a long shot trying to get him in bed. He could have just flat out told me no.

"But," he continued, "why don't we exchange numbers so we can get together when I don't have to work the next morning."

"Ok, sure," I said, grabbing my cell phone out of my purse. He took his out of his pocket and we exchanged phones, entering in our numbers.

He handed me back my phone and stood up, getting off the bar stool. "I hope to see you again soon, Bella," he told me, flashing that smile that just made me want to jump him.

"Me too."

An hour later, I finally made it back to my apartment. After Edward had left, I turned my attention back to Angela and Jessica. They of course wanted to know the details of my conversation with Edward. I told them what he had told me about himself and when I got to the part about exchanging numbers, they all but squealed.

"He's absolutely gorgeous," Angela gushed.

"You have to call him. You need to go out with him!" Jessica encouraged.

At the time I just shrugged but the more I thought about it, I realized I probably wouldn't call him. I definitely wasn't one for relationships and if I started to call him and we went out to dinner or something like that, it could lead to one. I never was good at stopping those kind of things before they got started. Maybe if I called him and made it clear that it was only a booty-call (for lack of a better word), then I would go meet up with him again. But I would have to find a way to make it clear to him that it was no more than a hook-up.

Hold up, Bella, I thought. Don't get ahead of yourself. He was probably just being nice with the whole exchanging numbers thing. He probably wasn't interested in you.

Or what if…

What if he was gay? That would be a complete shame if he was. He was one of the sexiest men I had ever laid my eyes. The female sex would certainly be missing out if Edward was gay.

I decided to put the amazingly attractive man out of my mind and turn in for the night. I put on a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants and climbed into my welcoming, albeit empty, bed.

After I arrived home from work the next day, all I wanted to do was take off my high heels, throw myself on my couch, and not move for the rest of the night. I had a particularly exhausting day at work. No one could agree on a new ad campaign for one of our major clients and we had all spent the majority of the day arguing on what would be the best marketing approach. We ended up staying an hour past the time we normally left and everyone still wasn't in accord over what to do.

I trudged back to my room, changing out of my business clothes and into my most comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt from college. I made my way back to the living room and did exactly what I wanted to: settle on the couch and turn on the TV. I brought up the cable guide menu and checked what was one. After going through all of the channels, I settled on a re-run of House, MD.

After about forty-five minutes of the show, my phone chirped, signaling I had a text message. I leaned over to grab it off the coffee table and opened up the text.

Hey it's Edward from last night. Sorry I'm not calling you. I'm at work and can't really talk on the phone right now but my shift ends in 30 minutes and I don't have to work in the morning so I was wondering if you'd want to continue our conversation from last night?

I stared at the text, wondering what I wanted to respond with, if I wanted to respond at all. I noted the fact that he mentioned he didn't have to work in the morning. He was expecting to be with me very late, if not all night. I figured that he was sexy enough that I could at least give him a shot and meet him somewhere. If he really did want to just talk, I could always fake a phone call and an emergency of some sort and get out the date. But if he was looking for the same thing I was, just to get laid, I didn't want to pass up the chance since he was so amazingly good looking. And someone that good looking probably knew his way around in the bedroom, so to speak.

Sure. Meet you at the bar we were at last night in 45.