Disclaimer: If you know it, I don't own it. Twilight and its subsequent characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just play with them as I want...

I'm trying a few new things with this chapter. I have a little bit of a repeat from Chapter 5 - Bella's thoughts on her encounter with Edward and I'm working on adding more details to things and making chapters longer. So, please review with comments, suggestions, and what not. Thanks!!

Chapter 7 may take a little bit more time since I've only written up to the end of this chapter. Bear with me. Thanks to everyone who reads, reviews, makes suggestions, and offers support!!

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At the end of the day, Bella climbed into her truck, glad the day was done. It wasn't a bad day, per say, but between Edward showing up and Mike being skeevy, she just wanted to leave. She started the car and almost put it in gear, but someone knocked on her window. Mike smiled at her and waved. She sighed and rolled down the window.

"Wow, Bella, your car is ancient," he exclaimed.

"It serves its purpose," she shrugged, "Did I forget something?"

"Just to answer my question," he leaned into her window.

"Which was what?" she leaned away from him. His blue eyes stared at her intently.

"Do you have plans tonight?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied, not completely lying. She had plans to go home, eat some leftover chicken and pasta, watch a cheesy lifetime movie, draw herself a deep bubble bath, relax, and then go to bed. Her plans simply did not include anyone else.

"Oh, I was hoping we could catch a drink," Mike didn't hide his disappointed. Bella stared at him. She wasn't going to apologize. She didn't want to do anything with him; she could barely stand working with him today. "Maybe another day."

"Maybe," she said, not knowing what to say. She didn't want to lead him on, but she also didn't want to make him mad on her first day. "See you tomorrow," she said, rolling up the window. He jumped back out of the way when she put her truck in gear. He smiled as she pulled out of her parking space.

Her telephone rang five minutes into her drive. She hit ignore without looking at the id and then turned the phone off. She was aggravated by Mike and still rattled by her encounter with Edward.

The morning started well with a tour of the rest of the facility. Mike had then gone over their day to day procedures and expectations. While doing this, the other two P.T.s showed up and Bella was introduced to them. Jessica was a bubbly blonde who was obviously attracted to Mike. Her blue eyes sparkled and danced, but showed no signs of a whole lot of intellect. Obviously she was smart enough to do her job, but Bella wasn't sure how much common sense Jessica had. She was nice enough, but Bella decided to steer clear of a friendship. The other P.T. was a young man named Ben. Ben had shaggy black hair that hung almost in his expressive brown eyes. He was the most welcoming and friendly and Bella immediately wished that she had been assigned to him and not Mike. Mike looked at he wanted to eat her; he made her feel uncomfortable as he had no concept of personal space.

Jessica and Ben had back to back patients so Mike took Bella into a small conference room to go over charts before their first patient. When they were done and leaving the room, Edward walked in. Bella had not seen him at first, as Mike had blocked her view, but she heard his velvety voice and cringed. When Mike stepped back and introduced them, Bella silently cursed. She wasn't supposed to see him again; she didn't want to see him again. Okay, that was a lie. A part of her really wanted to see him again – not to talk, but to repeat their night together. Mike introduced them. Bella instinctually pretended like she had never met Edward. The coy smile that Edward held on his perfect lips gave them away.

"You two know each other?" Mike questioned. Bella inhaled, shooting daggers at Edward with her eyes as she replied.

"No."

"Yes," Edward said simultaneously. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Um…," Mike said, breaking the silence that fell between them, "Edward, what brings you here?"

"Well, Mike, Carlisle wanted me to check out the new equipment and he sent me with some paperwork for the new intern." Bella cocked an eyebrow. Carlisle? He's on a first name basis with his own father? Wouldn't someone normally say "my dad"? Of course, who was Bella to judge what was normal anyways? She was so many different shades of "not normal" sometimes. Mike told Edward they could borrow a conference room, but his tone was annoyed. Edward looked at Mike in a chilly way and smirked. He looked at Bella and smiled, slipping his hands into the pockets of his khakis as he led her to the conference room she'd just left with Mike. He stepped before they reached the door and let her enter the room first. She smiled at him tightly as she entered. He followed behind her and shut the door. The click echoed through the small room. Bella turned to him and crossed her arms over her chest with a huff.

"I thought I filled out all the necessary paperwork already," she said.

"You did. I'm here to remind you about fate," he crossed his arms across his chest as well and smiled.

"Of course you are," she with unnecessary inflections.

"You did say if fate was involved, we'd see each other again," Edward reminded her, "Here we are."

"Here we are," she said flatly, "What do you want?"

"Firstly, why did Mike call you 'Bella'? You told me your name is Izzie." She fought the urge to tell him off. She had never had to answer this question and felt like it was none of his business. Looking at him, she knew he wasn't going to not let her answer. She decided to relent. She told him why she used Izzie. Then he had the audacity to tell her that she owed him.

"I owe you nothing," she said, moving to leave. Edward blocked the door with his body. "Excuse me. You wouldn't want me to scream in daddy's workplace, would you?" she cocked an eyebrow and challenged him.

"That would be a pity because then 'daddy' would have to find a new intern for Newton," Edward smirked at her. Her jaw dropped and she huffed. She couldn't believe he was actually using his position against her. Then he asked her for a date. Why was he so irritating? She didn't date, but she could also tell that he wasn't going to back down. Where was this assertiveness coming from? He had seemed so passive at the bar.

"Yeah, well, you also said you don't believe in fate, but I've changed your mind," he said. She crossed her arms. He did the same and leaned back against the door, "I've got all day, Bella."

"Fine," she finally gave in, "but no movie. Movie's are a ridiculous date." She didn't understand the stereotypical "Dinner and a Movie" date. You couldn't talk to each other during the movie; you couldn't learn what you typically did on a first date. "One date, that's all you get. Then will you leave me alone?" she asked. He simply looked at her. She acquiesced with his requests, even though her head screamed at her not to. Part of her was very intrigued with what he had to offer. He doled out the details and stepped aside so she could return to her job. She left the room with a huff. She was visibly irritated. Mike looked at Edward, but Bella walked right past him and toward Ben who was talking to a patient. Bella wanted the distraction and hoped to gain some knowledge from Ben as well. She wasn't able to be with Ben for long, as Mike swept in behind her and whisked her away. Her internship was six months long. She wasn't sure if she could handle it, but for now she was just going to suck it up and figure out how best to navigate the situation with Mike.

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Three days later, Emmett made the drive back from Olympia to Seattle. He was covering a story about a local college football player who was an up and coming draft pick for the LA Raiders.

"The kid has loads of potential as an amazing running back, but his attitude may keep him back. He believes he is the team and he is the game," Emmett spoke into his pocket recorder. It was about 8:00 at night and rainy, as was usual for this area. Emmett just wanted to get home and get some leftover lasagna. Alice made the best lasagna. He was then going to bed and sleeping for as long as possible. At least those were his plans. What was not in his plans was being a few miles from his house and his car breaking down. That's what happened. He heard a loud banging sound and the Jeep slowed on its own. "Damn it," he cursed as he pulled into a parking lot. "Shit!" he hit the steering wheel after he had coasted into an empty spot and turned the clanking vehicle off. He got out, slamming the door and hitting it with a loud grunt.

"Denting the door is not going to fix the problem," he heard a female voice behind him. He turned to see what he thought was an angel. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her long blonde hair hung in curls and hit her just below her breasts – drawing one's eyes to that exact spot. She was definitely gifted in that area. His eyes roamed down her body and her small waist. She wore a tight fitting, long-sleeved grey shirt and dark blue tight-fitting jeans. "Skinny jeans" he recalled Alice calling them. She topped the outfit off with grey boots. "Standing there is not fixing the problem either," she crossed her arms.

"Whatever, sweetie," he said, "Look, I'm fine. Just go on and go out with your boyfriend. I've got this covered."

"What makes you think I'm going out with my boyfriend?" she questioned.

"You're dressed up, but not dressed up enough to be going to a club," he shrugged, "And a girl who looks like you is definitely not single."

"Well, thanks, but I'm actually not going anywhere. I just happen to like to look decent," she said, "And, not that it's any of your business, but I don't have a boyfriend. I refuse to date until the male species quits being pigs."

"Well, you may be waiting awhile," he said.

"I know."

"Seriously, though, I've got this. You can run along inside," he said. She laughed at him.

"Really? You've got this? Well, you got out and beat your car. It really looks like you've got this. You threw a belt, by the way."

"And how would you know?" he looked at her.

"I know cars and I know car noises," she said matter-of-factly.

"Well, thank you, but I don't need any help."

"Do you have the necessary tools to change a belt? Do you know how to change a belt?"

"Listen, sweetie, you're only pissing me off now. Just go wherever you were going and let me do this on my own, please," he said.

" 'Sweetie'? I was going to offer my help, but you're clearly like the rest of the male-population. Simply because I am a female, and a blonde at that, does not mean that I do not know about cars. Cars happen to be my hobby, but, whatever, do it on our own," she huffed and turned to leave.

"Don't leave. I feel like a dick," Emmett said.

"You should," she turned back.

"I'm sorry. I really am. Honestly, I don't know how to change a belt. If you do, by all means, please help," he said. She looked at him. He smiled.

"Okay," she relented, "Come inside. I have to get my tools and make some phone calls."

"Are you sure?" Emmett asked.

"Of course," she said. He looked at her questioningly. "Look, you don't seem like an ax murdered or a rapist, but if you are, I pack heat. My daddy is a police officer, so I can protect myself against dickheads of all kinds. Come inside, it's getting chilly."

"Yes ma'am," he grinned and followed her. He hadn't noticed before, but he'd parked in an apartment complex. It wasn't gated, but it wasn't a bad looking place. He knew this side of town; it was where all the college kids and younger crowd hung out because there were a lot of sports bars and clubs in the area. You had to go about five miles south to get into the "bad" side of town. He walked behind her up two flights of stairs, admiring the view. Emmett always considered himself a breast-man and she definitely had it in that area, but watching her ass…..he could see himself becoming an ass-man if he could stare at her ass all of the time. He knew he'd have to see her again – a hot chick with big boobs, a nice ass, and car smarts – this girl was a keeper for sure. He had to prove to her he wasn't a pig. He definitely had to stop being a dickhead. She led him into her apartment. He stepped in and took in his surroundings. It was a modest place. The front door opened into a large living area. It was divided from a small dining area by a sectional couch. Her television was catty-corner from the couch. The kitchen was to the right of the living area with a fridge, stove, and average apartment cabinet space. There were two swivel blind doors on either side. One was open to reveal a pantry and the other was open to reveal a washer and dryer. Just past the living area, he could see the bathroom and he assumed the bedroom was around the corner. The place was decorations were clean and elegant. Clearly she knew how to decorate. It was then he realized he hadn't introduced himself.

"Ugh, douchebag," he chastised himself. "I'm Emmett, by the way. Sorry I didn't introduce myself before."

"Understandable. You were busy beating up your Jeep and checking out my tits and ass," she said. His jaw dropped. "Dude, I'm not blind," she laughed. "I'm Rosalie," she shook his hand. "You're welcome to have a seat. It will only take me a minute to get my tools," she said before she disappeared into the washer and dryer closet. He watched her place one knee on the top of the washer and hoist herself up. Her ass moved in sync with her body and his body responded immediately. He whispered a curse. "What was that?" she turned and looked at him.

"Nothing," he replied. He turned and sat on the couch, hoping that leaving the view would cause his pants to lose their tightness. She returned a few seconds later with a small toolbox in hand. "Ready?" he asked.

"You bet," he grinned before he followed her back out to his Jeep. He popped the hood and she began investigating. He stood next to her like he knew what she was looking at, but in all honesty, he had no clue. He knew the basics of cars, but Carlisle's interest had always been sports and money, thus Emmett's time was spent in and around sports to please his dad. However, he soon grew to love sports and had inherited his mom's love of the written word, thus his life as a sport's journalist. However, he had missed out on auto-body class and learning anything aside from how to check and refill fluid, change a flat tire, and other basics.

"You learning anything," she grinned at him.

"A little," he laughed.

"Well, it's definitely a fan belt," she held up the shredded belt, "However, you're not going to be able to find a replacement tonight. I do know some people I can call and see if you can get one first thing in the morning."

"Sounds good. Can I borrow your phone? Mine died on the way in," he lied to buy himself some more time with her.

"Sure," she smiled, slamming his hood shut before he locked the doors and followed her back to her apartment, his eyes never leaving her backside. "I'll make some phone calls. Help yourself to a drink in the fridge and the TV," she said, disappearing into the bedroom to retrieve her phone call. He smiled at her, grabbed a water out of the fridge, and proceeded to explore more as she walked around making phone calls. A top her entertainment center were several pictures. One was her in a collegiate cap and gown, flanked by a police officer on one side and a medium built, auburn haired woman on the other side; their eyes shone with happiness, but their smiles seemed strained. He assumed they were her parents. There were a few pictures of random people and a picture of her and a blonde man, who, based on the fact that they looked alike, he figured was her brother. The last picture he saw forced him to pick it up. Rosalie was laying on the beach in a white string bikini. Dark sunglasses covered her eyes, but her smile said it all. She was happy and she looked amazing. He stored the mental image of the picture away in his "Self-Satisfaction Vault". He studied the picture closer. There was a girl next to Rosalie, looking at into the ocean. She was wearing a one piece blue swim suit. She had her dark sunglasses pulled on top of her head, holding her brown hair out of her face.

"Holy shit," Emmett breathed.

"See something you like?" Rosalie said from behind him.

"You know this girl?" he turned, pointing to the picture he now held in his hand.

"Yeah. That's my sister," Rosalie said.

"Really? Is she into one night stands?" he asked, not even thinking before the words escaped his mouth.

"Excuse me?" Rosalie huffed.

"I mean," he put the picture back, "My brother met her at a bar last week and that's as far as they got…one night."

"My sister's personal business is none of your concern. Maybe your brother should learn to keep it in his pants."

"Maybe your sister should learn not to be a cock tease." Again, Emmett wasn't thinking. Before he could register what was happening, Rosalie marched over to him and slapped him hard across the jaw.

"Ow! Damn!"

"Get the fuck out of my house," she grabbed his arm and pulled.

"Woah, woah, easy, babe," he grabbed both of her arms to stop her.

"Get your hands off of me and get out. I know how to make a scene," she said. Something about her made Emmett forget his manners. She was even sexier when she was pissed and he wasn't ashamed of his body's reaction this time.

"I dare you," he cocked an eyebrow at her. She sucked in a huge breath and prepared to scream, but he cut her off by kissing her deeply. Her scream melted into his mouth. She struggled against his tight grip, but he didn't let up. His tongue pushed inside her mouth, searching for her own. She beat against his chest and shrieked against his mouth, but that didn't last long because soon her tongue was tangling with his and she relaxed. He released his grip on her arms and she wrapped them around his neck, running her fingers through his hair roughly. He growled and lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and grabbing her backside with his hands, squeezing. She moaned and broke her mouth away from his, breathing heavily.

"Wow," she said.

"Yeah," he said before she pulled him to her again, kissing him roughly. He moved backwards and slammed her against the wall. She let out a loud moan and rocked her hips against his – the space between her legs hitting his crotch and causing a friction that wasn't comfortable, but felt good all the same. "Can we move this to your bedroom?" he asked.

"Please," she grinned. He laughed and moved them to the bedroom, slapping her ass as they went. She moaned and laughed as he entered the bedroom. He kissed her again before tossing her on the bed. "Mmm, yeah," she grinned, tossing her hair around as she sat up and watched him undress. She began doing the same. When they were both naked, he climbed on top of her. "Wait, wait, wait," she said, breaking their bodies apart. Emmett looked at her, but she jumped up and went to the closet, pulling out a blue, wedge shaped pillow.

"What's that?" he asked.

"It's a sex pillow," she said, "It makes sex and different positions a lot better."

"Awesome," Emmett grinned, "Bring that bad boy and your sexy ass over here.

"You like my ass, huh?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," he nodded. She laughed and tossed the pillow on the bed, before laying herself across it so that the flat side of the wedge rested against in the bend of her stomach and legs. She wiggled her ass at him. "Fuck me," he breathed.

"No, fuck me," she looked at him over her shoulder.

"You got it, baby," he said before he slid into her.

"Mmm, yes. You feel so amazing," she threw her head back.

"So do you," he said as he began moving in and out of her. It took no time for the intensity to pick up and soon he was pounding into her as she screamed out her pleasure. Her ass jiggling in front of him was too much and he had to spank it. He usually didn't know how girls would react to that move, but Rosalie asked for more. Her release came hard and loud and was quickly followed by his own. He collapsed on top of her, his brain barely working, but coherent enough to know he had to have more of this girl.