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Disclaimer: As always Stephenie Meyer owns all, I just like to play with her characters.

This is the second attempt at writing this chapter - Enjoy!

BPOV

"Pussy."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Shut it!"

"Call him!"

"No."

"CALL HIM!"

"No, and shut up—people are starting to look!" I hiss at my two best friends.

It's been a week since our night out at Eclipse and we're sitting at a little cafe not far from Alice's shop. We meet here regularly to catch up on what's new, and there's a lot to discuss after the events of last Friday night. I expect this visit to last much longer than normal.

We've already covered the details of Rose's budding romance with Emmett. Since the night of their steamy office sex, they've been on one date and it has Rose totally confused. She was expecting a little conversation, more sex, and then for them to move on. Instead, he kept her interested with stimulating conversation, made her laugh, and at the end of the night, dropped her off with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek. Rose spent the evening looking for signs that he was just interested in a quick fuck, something she's quite familiar with. But Emmett seemed different—he was genuinely interested in what she had to say. So for the last hour, she's been going over every little detail of their date—asking for our opinion on whether she should pursue him or not. Alice and I both think she should go for it.

Of course, now that Rose has dished the dirt on her sexy office times, I'm being forced to do the same.

Sitting on the table in front of us, is Edwards's phone number, written on a slip of paper. I'm sitting opposite my two friends, bad planning on my part, as they're now totally ganging up on me.

"Why? I mean, you guys said I needed to go out and have fun!" I look specifically at Rose. "And to quote you, I just needed a good fuck." She snorts in response.

"Well, I went. I had cocktails, I danced, and I had a good fuck—am I not meant to leave it at that?"

I wasn't exaggerating—the night was great and Edward was definitely a good fuck. In the space of an hour, he'd been more attentive than Mike had in our whole relationship. Not that it was difficult, but it earned Edward brownie-points all the same.

Alice and Rosalie exchange a look before Alice chimes in, "Yeah, we get that Bella—but he's hot! Aaaand he gave you his number, so he's obviously interested. You clearly like him—you wouldn't have fucked him if you didn't. We know you're not that kind of girl."

I still can't believe a guy like Edward would be interested in a girl like me. I mean, he's gorgeous, sweet, and knows what he's doing in the bedroom. Guys like that belong with girls like Rose, someone who won't look out of place on their arm. When I walked out of his office in my post-orgasmic high, I was sure Edward was just a one-time deal.

"Bella! Bella!" I turn to see Edward jogging towards Rose and I. "Can I speak to you…alone…for just a second before you leave?" He nervously runs his hand through his hair and he tugs on it slightly. I nod, and I think I hear him sigh in relief.

Rose nods in the direction of the front door, indicating she'll wait for me there. I give her a "thank you" smile, take a deep breath, and turn back to Edward.

Silently, I follow him back towards his office. I take this time to appreciate him, paying particular attention to his tight ass and his quite literally, just-been-fucked hair. We might have just had crazy intense sex on his desk, but my body is already interested in another round.

I'm so caught up in my thoughts of sex with him that I don't notice he's stopped, and I almost walk into him. He turns to face me and I stumble slightly, finding myself in his arms again tonight. He chuckles at my blush and releases me as I attempt to right myself.

"So…why did you want to talk to me?" I internally cringe when my voice doesn't sound as confident as I want it to.

He smiles, almost nervously, and opens his hand. "I wanted to give you this."

I can feel his eyes on me, as I take the slip of paper and unfold it slowly. "Y-You want to give me your number?"

He moves closer. I can feel his breath on my face. "I'm not a random fuck kind of guy, Bella." His voice is a whisper. "I like you…I want to see if something can happen here." He points to me and then back at himself.

"Ummm…"

"You don't need to answer now. I just thought…what happened in there…" he gestures to his office, "…was amazing, and I mean…why waste that?" He tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear before moving his hand to my face, gently cupping my cheek. When he feels no resistance, he takes the last step forward so our bodies are touching. Already his body owns me. I respond in ways I can't even describe.

"What do you say, Bella. One date. If you don't enjoy it and find me utterly boring, we can at least say we tried?" He smiles, but it falters slightly as he waits for my response.

Mesmerised by his eyes and his crooked grin, it takes me a moment to answer. Placing my hand over his, I reply, "Okay, Edward, I'll call you."

His answering smile is dazzling, but before I have time to truly admire it, his lips are on mine. His gift is soft and gentle, and full of promise.

Now I'm sitting here doubting myself. At the time, I said I would at least call and arrange a date. But now that the time has come, I want to vomit. I want nothing more than to go out with Edward, to see if something will come out of our night together. But part of me thinks he gave me his number in the heat of the moment—he hadn't been able to think things through. I may have not been overly upset when I found Mike in bed with that nameless blonde, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. Do I want to put myself in that situation again?

Of course my friends have never been in this position and so don't understand my hesitation. They don't get it because they've never been cheated on. No guy in his right mind would ever cheat if he had one of them for a girlfriend. Alice married her high school sweetheart and is blissfully in love. Jasper worships the ground she walks on, and has since the day they met. Then there's Rose, with her long legs, curves in allthe right places, long blonde hair, and big pale blue eyes. She's a walking hard-on for most guys! The fact that she's got a dirty mouth, loves vintage cars, and oozes confidence, leaves guys panting for more. Nope, neither of my friends has to worry about walking in on their man fucking someone else. That's just me. There's no way a girl like me could keep a guy like Edward. It's better for things to stay just as they are. Keep my heart safe.

Pulling my coffee closer, I take comfort in the heat coming from the cup. Keeping my eyes down, my hair surrounds my face so I don't have to face my friends. We've had similar discussions before and each time they get more frustrated with me.

"What if he pulls a Mike? What if it turns out to be more than fun, I fall for him, and then I find myself in the same situation? Mike was an average guy—he was average looking, he was average in bed, and yet I still ended up as the jilted lover."

And breathe…

"Bella…" Rose grabs my hands. "Hey, look at me." I meet her eyes. "It won't. Mike is a complete jerk. He didn't deserve you and he was just too stupid to realise it."

Alice moves to sit next to me. Leaning in, she wraps her arm around me and gives a squeeze. "Sweetie, don't over-think this by looking into the future. You've always done serious relationships—always looking for "the one". Why don't you just go with it and view it as a bit of fun? If more happens, then it happens—just stop over-thinking it?"

"I suppose…"

"And from what Rose said, it looked as though a lot of fun had been had in that office!" She giggles, nudging me and winking when I catch her eye.

I try not to laugh, really I do, but I can't help it. I giggle and within minutes we're all laughing. It feels good. No more thoughts of the cheating ex.

"Okay, okay, you girls win. I'll call him," I announce after I catch my breath.

"Now." Rose pushes Edward's number towards me. "Now, or you'll never do it."

I just look at it, afraid to touch it. I can't do this! I cannot call a guy with the intention of meeting up, and maybe resulting in hot sex again. Gah—just the thought of it is making me tingle! Maybe I should phone him—the thought of having sex like that on a regular basis is making me warm.

I grab the number and my phone. Quickly, I dial before I have a chance to rethink it. Alice and Rose squeal in delight.

It's ringing…shit, what am I doing…shit, I can't do this. Maybe he won't answer. Shit.

"Hello?" A panting voice answers after a few rings.

"H-Hi…Is this Edward?"

"Yeah, and this is…?"

"Bella."

Silence.

Great, he doesn't even remember me.

"We met at Eclipse last week."

"Bella? Really? I didn't think you were ever gonna call! Umm…how are you?"

He actually sounds pleased to hear from me.On the outside, I'm trying to be calm, but on the inside, I'm squealing and jumping up and down like a school girl!

"Yeah? I'm good. Umm...you?"

Great, I'm on the phone with a sex god and I am umming and aahing. He isn't going to be interested. God, what am I doing? I should be glad I got one night with him!

"Great! Listen, eh…I'm really glad you called…" He's silent for a few seconds. "I want to see you again—are you free anytime soon? I'm working this weekend, but I'm available after."

I look up to see Alice and Rose bouncing in their seats and making kissing faces at me. I roll my eyes and turn away.

"Yes!" Oops that sounded too eager—be cool Bella."I mean, yeah, that would be great. You free Monday?"

"Sounds great!"

Well, at least he sounds just as eager

"I have paperwork to do but I should be done by five? I could come by and pick you up?"

I agree and let him know I'll text him later with my address. We chat for a few more minutes, before I hear someone in the background calling him. We end the call sooner than I'd like.

I sit looking at my phone, processing what just happened, before looking up to the grinning faces of my friends.

Eugh! They can be so smug.

"Awe, I feel this is the start of a beautiful romance!" Alice smiles—her eye's unfocused as if she's caught in her own little dream world. She's most likely thinking of her own blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty.

"Whatever." Ever the cynic, Rose just rolls her eyes.

Alice pretends to slap Rose. "Don't whatever me!" She turns back to me. "This is special, Bella, I know it. Just go at whatever pace you want—this Edward's a keeper." My reaction is similar to Rose's. Honestly, one date and the girl has me married off.

I'm a bit lost in my thoughts about the date, when a squeal brings me back to reality. "And to think this all started with cocktails at Eclipse!" She giggles. "I bet you never thought you'd end up screwing the hot owner!"

I lock eyes with Rose and start to giggle. I'm a realist when it comes to men; well, with most things really. But I can always count on Alice, the dreamer, to keep things interesting.

"So, shall we go to my shop now or later to pick out an outfit for your date?" Alice smirks at me over the table.

"Now?" I reply meekly.

"Sure, c'mon sweet thing, lets hook you up." She stands, throwing some money down to cover the bill, and heads to the front door with Rose.

I quickly text Edward with my address before leaving the shop. The girls are outside waiting for me. We're halfway to the shop when I hear my phone chime in my bag.

E: Counting down the hours, beautiful. See you Monday, E x

EPOV

She called! She actually called. It's been over a week, but she called. I figured she'd either lost my number, been too scared to call, been too drunk and regretted it, or just plain wasn't interested. But she called. And we have a date on Monday!

Shit. We have a date. And I have no idea what to do. I've got to come up with something quick. I don't want to be too flashy, yet I still want to make a bit of an impression—show her that she's more than just a one night stand. I'd like to get to know her. Crap—it's been so long since I've done this!

I sit at my desk and start sifting through the mail. Almost a week later, and I still can't sit here without my thoughts drifting to Bella. Thoughts of pounding into her on the edge of my desk, of her taking me into her mouth, of her taste… ugh, and here we go again. I'm hard. Again. Since last weekend, I go home every night and get myself off to thoughts of her. I refuse to go home with another girl—I had a connection with Bella.

I adjust myself, trying to focus on the mail in front of me. Most of it's crap so I can just pick out the items that are important. But in order to will my thoughts away from Bella, I take my time and look at everything. As I work my way through, I find a promo flyer for a bar that's close, advertising an open-mic night for this coming Monday.

Since we've opened Eclipse, we've gotten to know the owners of Volturi. Although the bar is only a few blocks away, they aren't really our competition since we're so different. While we have cocktails and a dance floor, giving the bar more of a club feel, Volturi is the opposite. You'd go there for a few beers and to play pool. They've got a small wine list but don't do cocktails. Recently they've started doing theme nights and I've been to a few. Their jazz nights were cool. This open-mic night might be worth a look.

Actually, the more I think about it, the more it seems perfect for my date with Bella. It shouldn't be too loud, there'll be food and drinks, and we can always play some pool. Hopefully she's not good at pool and I can "show" her how to play.

Just bend over the table and I'll help you from behind…

Okay, that is not helping with the situation in my pants. But it does help decide what we'll be doing for our date.

BPOV

After we leave the cafe, we head to Alice's shop for ideas. I don't want to be too dressy, as I don't even know where we'll be going. We settle on something casual but chic. I have tight black jeans at home, so I decide on a figure hugging, strapless red top. Alice pairs it with little black flats—I'm done with heels—and I'm set.

Well, apart from the constant butterflies in my stomach.

My weekend passes quickly, which does nothing to help with my nerves. I've done nothing but think about Edward. Will he actually show? Does he really want to go on this date or did I just catch him off guard by phoning him? Will he expect to have sex again?

I mean, I know we had sex on his desk shortly after meeting, but that's not something I normally do. Before Edward, I hadn't even taken a guy in my mouth! But there's just something about him—I wanted a taste. I really thought I'd be repulsed. I've heard some real horror stories from Alice and Rose, but I liked it. I may have been on my knees, but I was the one in control. And yes, I am going into this looking for fun, but I'm still not sure if anything will happen on this date. Surely, I need to keep him on his toes.

I try to keep my focus by looking for jobs. I know I could get my old job back at the library if I had to, but I don't even want to think about that. My passion is writing. From just a young age I loved to read, and it eventually led to me to pursue writing. As I got older, I became a hopeless romantic—wanting to be spoiled and swept off my feet by my very own Prince Charming. I know it's pathetic, but I like to think that good guys exist outside fairy tales as well. But at the moment, all I have to go on is Mike—my first long term boyfriend, who screwed me over. No fairy tale there.

I shouldn't dream of the perfect man—I should be focusing on getting my career going, to start with anyway. There's a job opening at the local newspaper, The Times. It's just a small role, reporting on local stories and helping out the full-time professional reporters. But it's a start. At least it would get my writing recognised. I'll also continue working on my novel, and maybe one day I'll be a published author.

I phone the newspaper and schedule an interview for Wednesday afternoon. That leaves plenty of prep time—perfect. The rest of my weekend is spent cleaning out the apartment. Mike didn't pack up all of his things, so I shove them into black garbage bags and throw them in the laundry room. If he comes back to get them, that should make it clear he's not staying.

It was a pretty productive weekend, but now I find myself just sitting in my room on Monday afternoon.

I decide on a full afternoon of pampering in preparation for my date. I take a long bubble bath, hoping to relax. I also do the whole exfoliating and shaving routine. I know I said nothing will happen, but I at least want to be prepared—just in case. After the bath I do my nails. I'm not one for fancy stuff, but I give myself a quick mani/pedi. My nails are done, so I put on some music to get in the mood while doing my hair and make-up. Rose and Alice agreed that I should just keep it natural—a little make-up and straightened hair.

The closer it gets to Edward's arrival time, the more nervous I become. Maybe some liquid courage will help? I have some white wine in the fridge—surely one glass will settle my nerves. I get halfway to the kitchen when I hear the doorbell.

Shit! He's early! Shit! Shit! Shit!

I'm dressed in my robe, and totally naked underneath. I look at the clock on the microwave.

Double shit! He's a half an hour early! Well, there's nothing I can do now. He'll just have to wait while I get ready.

Checking that my robe is properly tied and I won't be flashing anything inappropriate, I walk to the door. I pause before opening it, taking a deep breath to calm the nerves. I put a smile on my face and open the door. My smile instantly falls.

"Mike, what the fuck are you doing here?"

EPOV

How early can I arrive without seeming too eager? We agreed I would pick her up at seven, so do I arrive on time? Or is it polite to arrive a little early? Or should I be fashionably late? Crap, it's been so long since I've actually dated someone that I don't have a clue! When I was with Lauren, I just did what I was told.

Lauren was all about being seen together. We both came from money so it was very important to her to be going to the right places and to hang with the right people. That wasn't—and still isn't—my kind of scene. But I thought I was in love with her, and it was easier to just go with the flow.

Yeah look how well that turned out…

I look at my watch for the tenth time in as many minutes. It's just now six-thirty. I'm sitting in my car, flowers in the passenger seat for Bella, and I'm ready to go.

I'm such a loser.

I decide to leave. My excuse, if I turn up too early, will be that I expected traffic to be worse and surprisingly, made good time.

Right, because we all know Monday night traffic is a nightmare.

Giving myself a shake, I pull out of the driveway and head towards the address Bella gave me. I should be there in fifteen minutes, which I decide isn't too early.

Sure enough, I find myself sitting outside Bella's apartment fifteen minutes later. Panic sets in when I see two cars. Did she forget our date?

Ugh, man up! Get out of the god damn car and go get her!

I grab the flowers and head to her apartment. As I near the door, I hear raised voices. It sounds like whomever Bella has inside is not a welcome guest. I can't really make out their conversation, just muffled voices. The other person is clearly a man. I step forward and knock on the door, ignoring the voice inside my head telling me to go back to the car.

After a few seconds the door swings open, but instead of seeing Bella, I'm met by the guy.

Shit, she has a boyfriend.

We stare at each other for a moment, obviously trying to determine who the other is. I can't get a feel for the guy. The guy is shorter than me, though not by much, and he's a little chubby. He's got white-blond hair, and the sort of haircut that looks as though his mom still cuts it for him.

"Who the fuck are you?" Pudgy boy speaks first.

"I'm Edward Cullen. Who the fuck are you?"

If pudgy boy thinks he can intimidate me, he's mistaken. I'm kind of pissed. He's acting like he's Bella's boyfriend and that's got me annoyed. I promised myself, after Lauren cheated on me, that I'd never sleep with a girl who's taken. And this is starting to seem like Bella is very much taken.

"Mike Newton, Bella's boyfriend." He smirks, looking down at my flowers.

I feel my face drain of all colour. I'm so stupid. Here I am, giddy as a schoolgirl over a first date, and the girl is taken.

"Ex! Ex-boyfriend!" Bella yells from behind Mike.

I look over Mike's shoulder, noticing Bella for the first time. She's coming towards the front door, dressed in only a robe—a short robe, showing lots of leg!

I wonder if she's naked under that…

"You are NOT my boyfriend, Mike! You gave that up by fucking some girl here in my apartment, IN MY FUCKING BED!"

Bella storms up to Mike and gets in his face. She is livid, her face bright red with rage.

"That was just a one-time thing, babe. It won't happen again, I swear. I miss you, I want to come back home." He still has a smug look on his face, as though he expects her to take him back.

He cheated on Bella? What sort of idiot is he?

"Not interested. Now, get out of my apartment, Mike."

She turns to leave, walking away from us both, when he leans over and grabs her wrist. She flinches and struggles to get out of his grip.

"Hold on, babe. You don't get to walk away from me. I want you back"

Not liking his hands on her at all, I lunge forward, grabbing his free arm, and twist it behind his back. Caught off guard, he releases his grip on Bella. She stumbles away the second she's free. I push Mike's face into the wall.

Keeping the pressure on so he can't move, I turn my focus to Bella.

"Do you want him here?"

Eyes wide, she just shakes her head, no.

"Okay Mike, Bella doesn't want you here. And I sure as hell don't want you here. Now, you can leave nicely or I'll be forced to make you leave, your choice." I push against him, making him grunt. "Now which one is it?"

"I'll leave—I only came back for the rest of my shit anyway."

I let him go. He turns to look at me, as if he wants to say something, but then changes his mind.

Bella picks up three black garbage bags from in the hallway and shoves them towards Mike.

"This is your shit, you can leave now."

He grabs them and heads towards the door. I reach for Bella and take her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. I stand slightly in front of her, protecting her should he decide to come back. As he gets to the front door he turns to face us, eyes narrowing as he sees our hands.

"Good luck, she's a crap lay anyway."

I lunge at him for a second time, but he runs out the door, heading towards his car. Bella grasps my arm, preventing me from going after him.

After a moment, we hear his engine and the squeal of tires as he speeds off into the night. I walk to the door, slamming it shut.

Asshole!

I'm aware of Bella's close proximity, but I need a few minutes. I can't believe how much of a prick that guy is. I hear Bella coming closer behind me, tentatively placing her hands on my back.

"Edward, I'm so sorry you had to deal with that. Are you okay?"

I don't believe this, she's apologising to me for that guy?

I turn back to answer Bella, to tell her she doesn't need to apologise, but stop dead when I see her.

She's in that tiny robe, with her beautiful legs on display. At one point tonight, that robe was tight and secure around her frame. Now it's hanging loose, revealing the curves of her breasts.

Without thinking, I reach for her and push her gently against the wall. Instantly, our lips come together. We moan at the feeling. Our mouths open, tongues meeting. I'm rough with her, but she's rough right back. Her hands go straight to my hair, the pain is so sweet. My cock hardens at the feeling of her against me. Moving my hands to her ass, I let out a strangled growl when I realise she is indeed, naked under her robe.

BPOV

So much for not being that girl! I've only met Edward twice, and I find myself pushed up against a wall for the second time!

I can't focus when his lips are on mine. His kisses are rough and needy and equal to mine. I can't get over what the feel of his lips do to me. One head-spinning kiss and I'm ready to let him have me again! A growl escapes him as he pushes me against the wall, a noise which goes straight to my core. I'm suddenly glad I'm not wearing panties—they would most definitely be ruined. I don't care that I wanted to wait. I don't care that I'm up against a wall—all I care about is Edward and where his hands are moving.

I pull away from him, begrudgingly, needing to take a breath. He moans at the loss of contact, which does nothing to help the situation between my legs. He rests his forehead against mine, both of us panting. I can't believe how beautiful this man is and how he wants to be here with me.

My thoughts disappear as Edwards's lips meet mine for the second time tonight. One of his hands leaves my ass and moves upwards. He stops at the knot on my robe, trying to undo it.

"Where's your bedroom, beautiful?" he whispers against my lips.

"Edward…..we need to stop."

As always, thanks to Marika to Pre-reading! And huuuge hugs to my beta Pattinlethr for her awesome work on this, she is truly amazing at Americanising my work!

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