Forty-three minutes later, I walked into the bar only to see Edward already seated and waiting for me. I was always the first one to arrive so to see him already there was a little unnerving.

"A little early, are we?" I asked, sitting down next to him. I observed that he already had a beer in his hand and it was already more than half empty. How long had he been here?

He just shrugged. "I just came here as soon as I got off work. It didn't take me as long to get here as I thought it would."

I nodded in response to his answer. The bartender then came over and asked me what I wanted to drink. I told him I didn't want anything right now. If I was going to have sex with this gorgeous man I decided I wanted to be completely sober for every (hopefully) mind blowing moment.

I noticed just by looking at him that it didn't appear he had a good day. His shoulders were slumped and his mouth was slightly turned into a frown, something I probably wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't seen his amazingly sexy smile the night before. His eye brows were just barely knitting together, creating a faint worry line right above the bridge of his nose.

"Rough day I work?" I ventured.

He took another swig of his beer before answering. "Yeah. You could say that."

"Anything particularly horrifying or just normal busy day?" I asked.

Oh perfect, Bella, I thought. Way to make him want to have sex with you, ask him about his bad day. I'm sure he wants to do nothing but fuck you senseless now.

He took yet another swig of beer and turned to look at me, instead of just staring straight ahead as he had been. "I'd rather not talk about. That's kind of why I texted you. I figured a night out would be good."

A night in could be equally good, I wanted to say. But once again I didn't want to appear too desperate. Desperation was not an attractive quality in anyone.

"Oh," I decided to say instead. Not exactly intelligent, but it certainly wasn't desperate. I smiled at him, hoping he would return the gesture. "Well I'm glad you thought I could brighten your day."

He did smile back but it wasn't nearly as beautiful as the carefree smile he had shown me last night. "Do you want to go get some dinner? I'm kind of hungry."

I know I had said that I wouldn't go out with him, that I would just meet him at the bar and take him back to my apartment, but the guy had just told me he had a bad day. I couldn't be a complete bitch and just ditch him at the bar just because he didn't want to immediately want to go home with me. He was probably really hungry after working all day. I may just be looking to get laid, but that didn't mean I was completely heartless.

"Sure. There's a great Chinese place around the corner that my friends and I go to all the time." I didn't care that I had just eaten there the night before. I could live on nothing but Chinese food if I had to.

I grabbed my coat off the bar and he did the same, leaving some money to pay for the beer.

We walked quickly to the restaurant. It was just shortly after 7 PM so the night time cold wind was really starting to pick up. Snow flurries drifted down from the sky as we walked through the streets, desperate to get inside the climate-controlled restaurant.

As soon as we stepped inside, the same host from last night smiled at me and grabbed four menus, seeing Edward come through the door with me and assuming Jessica and Angela weren't far behind.

"No, it's just me and him tonight," I corrected. He nodded politely and put two of the menus back.

Edward shot me a look as the host lead us back toward our table.

"What?" I said. "I told you me and my friends come here all the time."

He just chuckled at me as we took our seats at a booth conveniently located in the back corner. The middle of the restaurant could be extremely loud and crowded and I was sure that wouldn't do much to improve his mood or to get him in the mood.

After the waiter came to take our drink orders, Edward opened the menu, scanning to find something he wanted to eat. I just sat there watching him, since I already knew what I wanted to order.

He really was unnaturally attractive. His emerald eyes were possibly the most gorgeous green I had ever seen. They were accented by his thick, dark brown lashes that probably would have looked girly on any other guy, but on him they just made him look even more handsome. He had high cheekbones and an angular jaw, giving him an almost Greek god appearance. His hair looked like he ran his hands through it a hundred times a day yet it still managed to look amazing.

I let my gaze wander down to his hands and forearms as he held the menu. His forearms were muscular and chiseled and I briefly wondered if the rest of his was as sculpted. His hands were large and lean and I absolutely couldn't wait to have them all over me.

"See something you like?" he joked. He looked at me over the top of his menu, smirking at my obvious staring.

I nonchalantly shrugged, strangely not embarrassed that he had caught me staring. It was impossible for him not to be aware of the fact he was attractive and that I was constantly checking him out.

"I suppose. That chicken over at the table next to us does look quite good," I replied, motioning my hand in the direction of the table who had just received their meal.

He gave a little chuckle and returned his attention the menu.

"What do you suggest, since you seem to be a regular here?" he asked me after several more moments of studying the menu, closing it and setting it to the side.

"Well, the sesame chicken is good. And the broccoli and beef. And so is the General Tso's chicken," I told him, listing off what Angela, Jessica, and I normally got when we came here. He nodded, taking in mys suggestions.

"So," Edward began. But before he could finish what he was going to say, the waiter came back and took our orders. I got my usual, sesame chicken, and Edward took my advice and ordered the General Tso's chicken.

I smiled at him after the waiter left, silently urging him on to continue whatever it was he was going to say.

"How was your day? Marginally better than mine, I hope." He took a sip of his drink, which the waiter had brought when he came to take our food orders, and waited for me to respond.

Once again, he was genuinely interested in what I had to say, which honestly kind of freaked me out. I was used to guys just mainly wanting to get in my pants, so whenever I did talk, I didn't worry too much about what came out of my mouth. It really wouldn't matter, since they wouldn't remember in the morning. But Edward actually listened and in the past, I seemed to have a talent for making myself sound like an idiot. And Edward was studying to become a doctor and he was always so articulate; he most likely didn't have sex with people who couldn't at least hold his interest.

"Probably not. One of our biggest clients wants a new campaign and no one on the team can decide what it should be. I spent the good majority of the day holed up in a board room, bickering with ten other people."

"That sounds miserable," he responded with a slight chuckle.

"Not miserable, just unpleasant," I offered, not wanting to sound like I was overly complaining. His job involved saving people's lives; there was no way my day was worse than his.

We made small talk for the next few minutes until the food came. I couldn't help but watch as Edward wrapped his mouth around his fork, desperately wanting for that mouth to be all over me. It was official: it had been way too long since I had been laid.

"Good?" I asked, hoping he liked my food suggestion.

"Yes, very," he replied with a smile.

We ate the rest of our dinner in relative silence, only speaking to comment on little things and to attempt to make very boring small talk.

After we finished our meal, we sat, waiting for our waiter to bring the check.

"That was delicious. I can see why you and your friends come here all the time," he told me.

"I could seriously eat here for all three meals a day. Too bad they aren't open for breakfast."

He simply smiled in reply. I tried to inconspicuously check my watch. It was only nine o'clock, way too early for a night to end. Even though I did have to work in the morning, I was used to staying up late and not getting much sleep (I had always naturally been a night owl). I quickly worked up a plan to get him back to my apartment.

"So Edward," I began. "It's only nine, what do you say we go back to my place to watch a movie? It's just right around the corner."

I decided that if he declined this time, that would be it. Going out a second time would be entering into dating territory, a place I did not want to go. I was a one-time sort of girl.

I silently hoped he would accept my offer. As I said before, I really needed to get laid. Plus,fact that he was unbelievably hot was not helping my sexual frustration.

"Yeah, that sounds good."