Disclaimer: Don't. Own. Twilight…. –Goes In Emo Corner-

AN: YAY!!! NEW CHAP! How many months has it been? –Looks ashamed- But oh well, time to CONTINUE THE SHOW! What happens at the hotel? –GASP!-

I had all intentions of just ignoring her and going right to the clerk's desk to check in our room. She of course, had other plans. She stopped and faced me. She stared me right in the eyes and said, "Now talk."

EPOV

She stared. I glared. Who does she think she is? Doesn't she know who I am? I thought about it for half a second. No, I'd rather she didn't. I walked right by her and continued my way to the clerk's desk.

"Ed- I mean Anthony Hunny!" she called after me. After she realized I wasn't going to stop and confront her she gave up yelling. She was a CIA agent; she wanted to attract as much attention as much as I did. This meant none at all.

"I want to check into the Masen Suit" was all I said to the clerk. She gave me a strange look but I put the force of my eyes on her and she then handed me the key without hesitation.

"Why couldn't I have snagged a man like that? I wish I could get him to talk to me" thought the clerk. I immediately clenched my teeth. I can't waste any fresh air talking to anyone. If I breathe in that scent then just like that other time I might… I stalked off towards the elevator in my newly revived anger at this human girl. Of course, she followed.

"Did you get two beds?" was all she asked in the nerve wracking silence on the way to the top floor. Wait… silence?!

"No" was my reply. She didn't bring it up again.

I was doing her more favors then one. I couldn't sleep so there was no need for me to check out a room with two beds. Either way, it would have looked suspicious if I asked for me and my 'wife' to sleep in separate beds. I did her the favor of eliminating any suspicion about our fake marriage.

My second favor was more of a precaution. If anything were to go wrong the few hours we were stuck in this hotel I didn't want it to be traced back to me. No one would be able to find me under the name Masen. I haven't used that name in decades… Also, it would be less believable that I actually was staying in the suit and was the last one with Bella if there was only one bed.

The last favor? I thought with a smirk. It's a private suit. No one can overhear any important information. Or hear her screams…

She looked at me with confusion in her eyes.

BPOV

OK! I've had enough! This stupid awkward silence and him treating me this way has got to stop! I'm a CIA agent! A professional CIA agent! He's the client and I have to take control of the situation and stop letting him overpower me.

When we reached the top floor I tried to walk quickly to the room but Edward beat me there. He opened the door in one fluid movement and disappeared inside.

I took a deep breath, raised my head and walked in with dignity. I quickly located the one king sized bed and threw my duffle bag on it. I then looked around the dark room; I couldn't make out much. What I did see, though, was a pair of eyes watching me from the darkest corner of the gigantic suit. They stared with both hatred and curiosity.

I crossed my arms -in full glare mode by now- and opened my mouth to start questioning him on his file.

"Why-" I began.

"How old are you?" he cut me off quickly.

I closed my mouth and glared for about two more seconds. Then I reluctantly said "23". I had wanted to join the CIA when I turned 18; fresh out of high school. Sadly, I had to go through 2 years of training and then it took 3 years to create the kick-ass reputation that I had now. Not that I would tell him this. It was all probably in my file anyway.

He just gave a slight nod; his eyes never leaving my face.

"Why did you join the CIA?" he asked next.

This one I thought about for a while before I answered. It seemed the longer I took to answer the more upset he became.

"I had a boring childhood and I wanted something more; something adventurous and thrilling." I kept it short, sweet, and to the point.

I doubt I heard correctly but I thought I heard him say something about me being in way too deep for my own good. I promptly ignored him and went to sit on the bed. He seemed to flinch when I got closer to him.

The next question he asked me made me freeze.

"Do you have life insurance?" he asked in a deep, snarling voice. All I could do was stare at him in horror then finally I shook my head yes. I had to. Being a CIA agent was a dangerous job with all the risks I had to take.

"That's all I need to know for now" was his reply.

Great… that means more questions later…

I swear the mysteriousness that came from that corner he stood in made the room seem smaller. It was like his very presence made everything else seem irrelevant. Including myself…

I realized my heart was hammering in my chest and I was still staring in his hypnotic eyes. My curiosity took control: I took a deep breath and prepared to say what I said next…

"Tell me why you need an escort" I said fast before he could interrupt again. "What about your past lead to you having so many enemies?"

It was quiet for a moment then he let out a low, vicious growl.

AN: So…?! How was it!? Did you like it? Did I go a little overboard with it? I knew Edward would never tell Bella stuff about him before he got the 411 on her 1st so that's how I wrote it. I LOVE CLIFF HANGERS!! Next chap: Who Is The Real Edward Cullen?