My how the time flies.

It's almost March people!!! And I haven't updated since October?!?! What kind of frigid bitch am I?!?!

*sighs* thanks to all of the people (all two of you) that are still sticking with me :)

I was on hiatus...and now, at least until Spring Break...i probably will stay on hiatus...just writing whenever I sit down and have time to.

My if the day had more than 24 hours.

Thanks to all that voted for me in the Perv Pack Smut Shack's "An Officer and a Gentleman" Contest. I, unfortunately, didn't win anything....buttt....I guess better luck next time :) Enjoy the chapter!

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Well I'm hot blooded...check it and see...I got a fever of 103...c'mon baby do you do more than dance? Yeah. hot blooded, hot blooded.


BPOV

"Attention Delta flyers, we're getting ready to land at Sea-Tac International Airport in Seattle, Washington," Our pilot's voice came over the intercom, startling me awake.

"It is a brisk forty-two degrees and raining, so please be careful when heading to your destination, and as always, thank you for flying Delta."

I rolled my still weary eyes. Just like I remembered. Always raining. It had been far too long since I came home to see my dad. Nearly four years.

Wow, had it really been that long?

He would be meeting me today at the baggage claim. Walking through the crowded airport, I thought about my dad and the last time I'd seen him.

Moving away from home at first had been one of the most difficult things I had done. Charlie, my father, needed me at home in Forks. However, when I was accepted into Julliard in New York, I just couldn't reject that kind of offer.

I excelled at Julliard. I was always the center of attention. And I hated it. No one there had seen anyone of my talent, other than the infamous Edward Cullen, who had graduated a year ahead of me. I rolled my eyes to myself again.

Please.

Edward Cullen was highly regarded because of his young age and his position in the Seattle Symphony Orchestra. However, I highly disregarded him for his cocky, playboy attitude that he had displayed at Julliard. Seeing him only in passing a few times, there was no denying why he was so conceited. He was quite possibly the most attractive man I had ever seen in my entire life. Just the thought of his sexy smirk he used to woo the ladies made my panties cream, as much as I hated to admit it.

I felt myself flush before I gathered myself. I couldn't see my father in such a state. My mind took me back to reality, as I made my way to the baggage claim with my violin case.

The director of the Seattle Symphony Orchestra, Aro, made his annual trip to Julliard scouting for talent when he found me—like, he found Edward and his friend Jasper the year before me. He, like every other director I encountered, was astounded by my talent, and he recruited me before any other orchestras could. A formalized audition was not needed, because he had already seen my capabilities.

I smirked to myself. Edward Cullen and I were almost exactly matched, save one thing. He was a narcissistic, cocky bastard that had a smile that could drop every girl's panties in the United States, including Puerto Rico. And I was a genuine, simple girl that had plain brown hair, and boring, muddy eyes that wanted nothing more than to stay out of the spotlight.

Lugging my lovingly worn case behind me, I finally reached the baggage claim and scanned the crowd for my father.

"Bells!" I heard a booming voice call out from my right. I turned with a wide smile to face my dad for the first time in nearly four years.

"Dad!" I replied as he engulfed me in a bone-crushing hug. But, I couldn't object, I had missed him more than I thought. I returned the hug with equal gusto before finally letting go. When I stepped back, I was able to observe the changes in his features.

He had gotten a little chubbier over time, as a result from eating out more often without me there. His wide, crinkled smile made the crows feet at the corners of his eyes much more prominent, but his chocolate eyes still had the same twinkle as the last time I saw him. His dark curls were smattered with grey flecks, as was the dark mustache he had always donned.

"It's so great to see you, Bells," He told me sincerely, flushing with embarrassment at his display of emotion.

My heart warmed at seeing my father, and I tried to keep my voice from cracking with emotion. "It's great to see you too, Dad."

After a moment of slightly awkward silence, we found my bags as they came across the conveyer belt, and then exited the airport, still silent.

"So Bells," he began when we made it to the cruiser. Same ole, Charlie. I knew he would pick me up in the cruiser.

"How are things? I mean, I know we've been keeping in touch through email, but still, I want to hear you talk about them in person." He told me bashfully.

I smiled at him and replied. "Things are good. I'll miss New York, but it is so great to be home." I waited for him to ask me why I was home, because I hadn't told him about my new position in the Seattle Symphony, and I was beyond excited to.

"So, don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic you're home, but, why—" Charlie began, but I cut him off.

"I'm moving back. I have a position in the Seattle Symphony Orchestra." I told him excitedly, unable to contain myself.

"W-what? Be-Bella?" He stammered, his dark eyes wide.

"I'm moving back! Isn't that great? One of my very best friends that I met in New York, Alice Cullen, moved back here last year and when I told her I had a position in the orchestra, she offered to be my flat mate. So, I'm moving back to Seattle." I explained.

He smiled widely. "That is fantastic, Bella. I'm so happy that you're going to be so close."

I smiled. "I am too, Dad."

"You said Alice Cullen, right? Isn't that the prodigy, uh Edward Cullen's sister?"

My smile faded and I nodded curtly. Fortunately, whenever I hung out with Alice, he was never around. Too busy fucking other girls around campus, I'm sure.

Another silence deafened the small cruiser, but eventually subsided.

We drove through the city chatting about everything we had failed to mention since we had last talked. I found out that he and Sue Clearwater were together now, a fact at which he flushed tomato red. Of course, I was beyond happy for him, but not happy with him for reminding me of my current relationship status. Single.

My previous relationship had turned out badly, one of the reasons I had looked forward to moving to New York. Mike Newton became clingy after our breakup, obviously thinking we had something that we frankly did not. I was relieved to be rid of him.

When we finally reached the flat in downtown Seattle, I began to unload things out of the cruiser.

"Is this all your stuff?" He asked, scratching his head.

"No, but it's most of it," I replied. "The rest is being sent over next week."

He nodded once. "So can you get everything, or do you need help?"

I waved flippantly. "It's okay, Dad. I got it."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course. Really, I got it. Get home to Sue." I told him with a wink.

Flushing he muttered his good bye and hopped in the cruiser to head back to Forks, as I made my way into the flat.

Fumbling with the keys Alice had mailed to me the previous week, I finally opened the door and looked around my new home.

"Alice?" I called to the house, glancing around.

"Bella!" My pixie best friend flitted down the stairs and enveloped me in a tight hug. "Oh my God, Bella! It's so great to see you! It's been so long, since we've seen each other. Oh my gosh, you look gorgeous! Is that all the stuff you brought?" She gushed at the speed of light.

"Whoa, whoa," I laughed heartily, holding up my hands. "Slow down, Alice. I can barely understand you."

She slapped my arm playfully. "Shut up. You know me well enough to know that I can never slow down," She joined in my laughter as we grabbed my belongings and moved them into my bedroom.

"I hope you don't mind, but I kind of took the liberty of decorating your room," She told me with an impish grin before I opened the door.

"Alice…" I began suspiciously as I slowly turned the door knob, half expecting to find Pepto Bismol pink walls and a Barbie Princess style bed. I gasped when I actually saw what was in the room.

The walls, coated in pale, neutral blue gave the room a tranquil atmosphere, which I loved. The Canadian maple bed frame matched the chest of drawers pushed against the far wall. A thick mattress was quilted with a baby blue comforter and with chic circle patterns covering it. Deep brown pillows accented the duvet as well as the maple furniture. The floors, like the rest of the flat, were hardwood, but beneath the bed, an ivory rug laid to warm the room.

I turned to an expectant Alice with tears in my eyes and enveloped her into another bone-crushing hug.

"Oh my God, Alice! Thank you so much! There aren't enough words to tell you how much I love this. It's incredible." I gushed.

She smiled triumphantly. "I thought you'd like it."

I smiled warmly at her. "I don't like it. I love it."

She grinned again before setting my luggage down on the hardwood floors then took me on a tour of my new home. Toeing off my faded black Converse, I followed behind her, absorbing every detail the flat displayed. Everything was in a perfectly mis-matched fashion, which reminded me of a modern art museum. Some of Alice's original design sketches had been framed and now hung neatly on the wall.

Finally, after an extensive tour of the flat that left me in a near state of shock, we settled down on the warm, brown leather couch.

"Okay, Bella," Alice began seriously. "Time for a Pow Wow."

I laughed at her antics and her remembrance. In college whenever one of us had something that we needed to talk about, we sat down and had a Pow Wow where we would allow no interruptions until the Pow Wow was declared finished.

"What is the subject, Little One Who Sketches?" I asked in a formal voice, trying to keep myself from laughing.

She was trying equally as hard to keep a straight face. "Our love lives, One Who Trips Over Air."

My smile faded slightly at the reminder of my relationship status for the second time today. "Single. You?"

She struggled to contain her smile. "I'm with Jasper. You remember him, right? Edward's friend?"

I gasped. "Whoa…like Jasper Hale?"

She nodded profusely, a wide grin taking over her face now. "Yes! It's so great. I'm so madly in love with him," She sighed.

Even I in my lonely state couldn't help but smile along with Alice. "That's wonderful, Alice. I'm beyond happy for you. How long have you two been together?"

"About a year and a half." She replied.

"Wow, that's big." I reveled.

She simply nodded and smiled warmly at me again, before she turned the spotlight on me. "Now," she began. "Why the hell are you single?" She demanded.

I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the couch. "Because no one wants to date me."

"Oh, come on, Isabella Marie Swan." She chastised me. "That's not true and you know it."

I sighed and closed my eyes. "It is true. I haven't been asked on a date in…God, I have no idea how long."

"'Cause you never stop practicing." She told me matter-of-factly, "You need to be more social. Which is perfect for you staying with me."

"Alice," I trailed off skeptically.

"Don't Alice me," She placed her hands on her hips. "We're getting you out."

"Whatever," I told her, rolling my eyes.

Just as she was about the protest, a quick wrap on the door broke us out of our Pow Wow. She grinned and sighed and I immediately knew who it was.

She gave me a brief, apologetic glance before bolting to the door before I even had time to process she'd leapt off the couch. Answering the door, I heard her greet Jasper before the two of them walked hand in hand back to the living room. I could tell by the look of reverence on his face that he was just as in love with her as she was with him, if not more.

"Jasper, this is my best friend and new roommate—"

"Bella Swan?" Jasper interrupted her incredulously.

"You remember me?" I asked, shocked.

"From where?" He asked quizzically, tilting his head to the side.

"Julliard? I was a Junior when you were a Senior." I explained, wondering how he knew me.

Recognition flashed across his face. "You're that Bella? This Bella and That Bella are the same?"

My brow furrowed in confusion as I studied his face, trying desperately to decipher what he could possibly be thinking. "Pardon?"

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry for being so vague," He backtracked for a moment.

"You went to Julliard, correct?" He raised an eyebrow.

I nodded. "Yes, I did."

"And you're here because…" He trailed off.

I waited a moment. "I was recruited to play here by—"

"Aro," We both said at the same time.

He nodded in affirmation. "So, you're the same Bella that Aro has been bragging about for as long as he discovered you? You're the same Bella that graduated a year after me and was of the same virtuosity as Edward, who if you remember, was also recruited along with myself from Julliard? You're that quiet girl in the back of my Theory and Composition class, and the violinist extraordinaire that has even Edward Cullen sweating for his Concert Master position?"

I was taken aback by his long recollection and could do nothing but nod.

He grinned widely. "Great. Well, then it's a pleasure to become reacquainted with you, Bella Swan."

"As it is you, Jasper Hale," I replied, smiling.

"Well, I'm sorry to take you two away from girl time, but Alice and I have date night tonight," Jasper began after a moment.

Alice made eye contact with me, silently asking if it was okay for her to go out and leave me alone, though her bright blue eyes told me she was pleading with me.

I smiled warmly at them. "Of course, you kids have fun. And make sure she's home by curfew!" I joked as they both laughed and headed out the door, Alice mouthing an "I love you" over her shoulder.

I rolled my eyes and smiled at her, and waited for them to be off to explore the house on my own. Padding around the house, I studied the unique slanted ceilings, and vibrant wall colors that reminded me of something out of an IKEA magazine.

After drooling over the huge kitchen we had, I made my way back to my bedroom to unpack my stuff. I plugged in my iPod into the iHome in my room to help remedy the monotonous task of unpacking, and before I knew it, an hour had past and I was flopped down on my queen-size pillow top mattress.

I knew I would be too tempted to fall asleep if I laid here much longer here, and the last thing I wanted was to hear Jasper and Alice—come home at two o'clock in the morning.

Grabbing my black Chuck's, my iPod, and the keys off the kitchen counter, I decided that I wanted to go on a walk around the city before it got dark. The sun was beginning to set by the time I had already started at about seven, only a light mist filling the air, which felt fantastic against my skin.

As I rounded the corner, listening to Hot Blooded by Foreigner, I came across the voice of an archangel. Masculine, husky, breathy, and incredibly erotic. Heavy footsteps became louder and louder, however, I couldn't seem to focus on anything but the voice that could make my panties drop in a split second.

And then, I was on the ground.

"Miss? Miss? God, I am so sorry." The blurry angel cried. I was vaguely aware of a hand being extended towards me but I couldn't seem to make my brain function.

"Are you okay, miss?" He spoke again, breaking my trance. I looked up in a huff to see the face of the man with the voice of an archangel.

Correction. The voice of an archangel, and the face of a Greek god.

I looked up to find none other than Edward Cullen in all of his sweaty hair, transparent white muscle shirt, panty-creaming glory. God, he was even more beautiful than I remembered. Through his shirt, I could clearly see his defined abdominals and unbelievable pecs. His face, of course, was devastatingly beautiful.

Strong, defined jaw line, dusted with a coppery five-o'clock shadow. Rounded, sensuous lips which would make me faint if they only just quirked up on the corners in a crooked grin. A perfectly straight nose and high cheekbones. And emerald eyes that made me feel vulnerable under his gaze.

But, I couldn't let him know how he affected me. I knew of infamous reputation.

"Yeah, I'm just fine." I told him curtly, hoping that my weakness wouldn't seep through my tone.

He extended his hand out again, and I briefly deliberated before placing my hand within his. As soon as we made contact, a shock coursed through my body and I reflexively snatched my hand back and cradled it to my chest.

He didn't appear to be affected by it. A cocky smile slowly graced his features and it took every fiber of my being to keep my frigid bitch stance by folding my arms over my chest. But we both knew he could see right through me.

I knew he was about to charm his way into my life. But, I was going to make it hard for him—no pun intended.

I held out a hand to him. "Cut the cocky grin, jackass." I told him before he could ask me out.

His smile dissipated completely before his jaw hung upon slightly. I smirked internally knowing he'd never faced rejection like this.

"Hey, I'm not a jackass. If you recall correctly, I'm the one who saved your sorry ass from falling again. Or did my mere presence trigger short-term memory loss?" He spat.

Well, damn. He took my insult, turned it around, shot it right back at me and challenged me like a champ. I would've applauded if I wasn't so insulted.

However, my comebacks were second-to-none, and I wasn't about let that reputation go just because of a pair of mesmerizing emerald eyes, and sensual lips, and an erotic, husky voice…God, stop!

I decided to take a different approach, one that would be too hard to comeback to.

"No, I remember everything perfectly, thank you. Your mere presence did however trigger something else…" I sauntered towards him slowly, my best seductive smile plastered on my face, and pressed my body against his, my breasts pushed up against his upper abdomen because of his height. I struggle to maintain my composure, being pressed up against a wet, seductive Greek god, but from hearing his breathing hitch, I knew he was struggling too.

I rejoiced mentally, before slithering my way up his body until my lips were directly next to his ear. "This," I whispered as seductively as I could before slamming my heel on to his instep.

"Ah, fuck! What the hell?!" He yelled. Christ, he's even sexier when he cusses.

"That's what you get, you cocky bastard." And on that note, I turned on a heel and began walking back towards the same direction from which I came, although I had been going to opposite direction.

"Hey!" He called, and I cursed him silently. "Weren't you going the other way?"

I could hear his crooked smirk in his husky voice.

"Fucking sexy Greek god," I muttered angrily under my breath as I walked away.

And I was certain about one thing. I would wipe that smile off his face even if it killed me.


SEXY RIGHT?!?! Haha that's what I thought.

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