A/N: More sexual tension. Yay!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight characters mentioned. That's all Stephenie Meyer. This was written for viewers like you. Thank you.

I heard a knock at the door the next morning and groaned, rolling over. I felt an arm wrap around my waist and pull me closer and remembered last night immediately: Jasper, the beach, wine, dinner, begging him to stay, winning him over, and then this. The sheet was tangled around me, haphazardly managing to cover the two of us. I relaxed knowing he was still here and hadn't run out. I was still thinking he was running after me for this and since it was over…

He moaned in contentment as I leaned back against him, but I heard the knock again and fought against his grip. "Jasper," I whispered and he buried his face in my neck, ignoring me. I finally climbed out of his arms and stumbled as I found his shirt among the pile of discarded clothes on the floor, throwing it on and running to the door. I opened it a crack and smiled sweetly at the maid.

"Can you just give us a few hours?" I asked, meeting her widened eyes at my apparel. "Late night," I explained, biting my lip.

"I—well, yes," she replied with a thick accent, wheeling her cart of fresh linens and fragrant cleaning supplies away from the door. I shut the door with a sigh and leaned my back against the door for a second, looking around the hotel room. Our shoes were by the couch, where the pillows were strewn all over. My stockings were in the kitchen—how in the—and his sweater was in the doorway of the bedroom.

What was I doing? I wasn't the kind of girl to meet a guy and in twenty-four hours, have him in bed with me, even if he did look like Jasper. But I barely knew him. I knew his dream to be a history teacher, his sister, and that he was from the South, moved here, and couldn't kick his twang. I knew he knew how to charm women and it obviously worked with me.

Reluctantly, I went back in the bedroom and saw his perfect chiseled face illuminated by the bit of sunlight that came through the sheer curtains. I slipped under the covers and took his arm around my waist as I faced the window. His grip tightened and I felt his lips at my ear as his hand gripped the shirt I was wearing.

"Who said you could wear this?" he grumbled, his voice thick with sleep. "It's the morning, no clothes allowed."

"Good morning," I answered, ignoring him. He moaned a reply and his lips began trailing down my neck. I squirmed under his feather-light touch, but he held me still against his chest. A loud buzzing shot me out of my comfort as I opened my eyes to see my clutch on the nightstand, my vibrating phone making it shake off the surface.

"Wait—Jazz," I whimpered as I reached for my phone, retrieving it. It was Edward. I knew my brother and to answer it now would be better than later when he would call every minute until I picked up when Jasper and I may be in a more embarrassing position. But Jasper continued his teasing as I answered the phone.

"Hello?" I answered, my voice quivering as I felt Jasper pin me back against the mattress, unbuttoning the shirt as his lips met the newly exposed skin. I caught his hair in my fingertips, tugging at it to get him to stop, but he persisted.

"How's the middle of no where, sis?" Edward asked. I heard the television in the background. He was watching infomercials again. He definitely missed me.

"Portland's not the middle of no where," I protested as I felt Jasper's cool breath against my thigh. I jumped and I heard Jasper snicker under the covers. I put my hand over the receiver and closed my eyes. "Jazz, please," I whispered harshly.

"Alright, fine, what have you been up to?" he asked and I squirmed away from Jasper, who groaned and pulled me back underneath him by my ankles. I gasped and felt him pin my arms to the mattress as his lips explored my neck and jaw line.

"N—nothing," I managed to stutter. "Just sketching and stuff." I closed my eyes, biting back a moan as Jasper whispered something unmentionable in my ear. God damn.

"You've been alone for a day just sketching? Wow, what a boring month."

"Uh huh, so—why'd you call?" I asked hurriedly. Jasper grinned against my shoulder and pressed another teasing kiss to my flushed skin.

"Well, jeez, Alice," he grumbled. "I just thought you'd want to know that tonight's the night." I jumped, pushing Jasper off of me. He grumbled something and smirked, rolling on his side as I sat up.

"You're going to propose tonight?" I squealed, bouncing with excitement.

"I just wanted to tell you cause I won't be calling you tonight and maybe not tomorrow if she says yes." I shuddered at that comment, knowing just what he meant, but I was still happy for my brother. I mean after Tanya's cheating fest, neither of us had good relationships. With Bella he was so—different.

"If you elope, I swear to God, I'm disowning you," I threatened with a smile as I hugged my knees to my chest and bit back a grin.

"She didn't even say yes," he argued, but I rolled my eyes.

"Yet. You know she will. Stop doubting yourself, stupid," I shot back and he laughed nervously. "Alright, well I picked your proposal outfit already. Are you taking her to dinner like I told you?"

"Yeah, that, um, Italian place," he mumbled.

"Where you had your first date? Edward Cullen, why am I even worried? What a romantic," I beamed with a giggle. Who knew my brother was a romantic? "Alright, go get ready and buy her flowers. Freesias and don't argue, she'll love them! Good luck."

"Thanks, Alice," he sounded as if he was appeasing his mother, but I didn't care. I was excited! Shouldn't he be? He was just embarrassed and nervous. He'd get over it.

"Remember, no eloping," I growled.

"Yep," I could hear the smile in his voice as if challenging my threat. I knew Bella always said she hated big parties. When I threw her her twenty-first birthday party, she just about had a panic attack. But a wedding is a wedding; it's a celebration and no brother of mine will get married in an unsanitary Las Vegas chapel with an Elvis impersonator as their priest!

"I mean it, Edward! I want to plan your wedding!" I pouted. He chuckled and I felt Jasper's hand on my lower back and I gasped. I turned to grab his hand and held it in my lap, squeezing it tightly to warn him.

"All right," Edward paused before adding, "tell that guy in your bed that if he breaks your heart, I'm kicking his ass."

"How did you—" How the hell did he know? Was I really that loud? I always joked that Edward could read minds, so I guess he knew I wasn't really paying attention before, but still… weird! Then again, it is Edward.

"What's his name?"

"Can I call you back?" I answered, my voice shaking like I was caught with my hands in the cookie jar.

"Have fun," he answered with a laugh. I hung up, looking down at my phone for a minute before I put it on the nightstand. Jasper sat behind me, his lips skimming over my shoulders and upper back. I smiled absently, closing my eyes and huffing out a humorless laugh.

"What?" he whispered, his teeth grazing my shoulder blade.

"I barely know you," I answered and he paused, sensing I didn't need any more distraction.

"I beg to differ," he replied with a small chuckle and I swatted his arm.

"I mean, last night was—amazing, I just… I don't want to think of you as some guy who picked me up at a bar, you know?" I turned to glance at him, leaning my back against his chest. His arms snaked around me and he rested his chin on my shoulder, listening as I went on. "I know you have a sister, a dorky dream, a black Acura, a wide taste in music, a romantic way to pick up women, an adorable smile," to which he kissed my neck as a 'thank you,' "a background in how to get a girl absolutely crazy, but I still feel like I don't really know you."

"Absolutely crazy?" he repeated with a to-die-for smirk. I pinched his arm and he chuckled as I blushed. "Well I know you're an aspiring runway designer, you're very ticklish," he said, tickling my sides as I squirmed. "You have a brother and a soon-to-be sister-in-law, who you miss already and you're alone in a city you don't really know for a job you don't really like. I know I frighten you, but I apparently make you 'absolutely crazy' and yet you're looking for answers I don't have. You're here a month, do you want my license plate and social security number?" he teased. I sighed and shook my head. "What else do you want to know?"

"Your family, your life—things I should know if this isn't just a fling. I mean, I like you," I looked down at the clothes scattered around the floor. "Obviously." He chuckled. "I don't want this to be a one weekend thing. I'm not the kind of girl to be picked up at a bar in a strange city and let some guy I just met sleep with me, I just—"

He tilted my head so I met his gaze before he silenced me with a kiss. I melted in his arms and as his lips pulled back, I whimpered. His nose nuzzled with mine as he spoke. "So we have today to continue the meet-and-greets. Relax, Alice, I don't take you as the kind of girl who does this often. I just got lucky," he soothed with a smirk. "I'm going to go to the bathroom and you can go make coffee." He tucked a piece of hair out of my eyes and his lips met my ear. "I'm not going anywhere," he whispered.

And then he was gone, closing the bathroom door. I shivered for a second, before shakily standing up and putting on his shirt that came to my knees. I padded into the kitchen and I looked around the hotel. Maybe I should clean up my clothes before making coffee. I was never one for a messy room, even if it wasn't mine. Edward would tackle me all the time when I re-alphabetized his classical CDs by album name, not artist name.

I took my stockings off the microwave and grabbed my shoes from the end of the couch before I heard another buzzing coming from Jasper's coat pocket that was on the coffee table. I reached in to find his cell phone blinking 'ANNABELLE CALLING…' What? I dropped it on the couch, stepping back. Who's Annabelle?

"Did you make coffee yet?" he asked from the doorway to the bedroom.

"Uh, no, I was cleaning up," I replied, still shaken. Was he seeing someone else? Was he married? Was I a home wrecker or was I the rebound chick? Oh God… "Your phone's ringing," I said, holding it out to him without looking in his direction. He took it and sighed.

"Do you mind if I take this?" he asked, but it seemed rhetorical as he stepped out onto the balcony and shut the sliding glass door behind him. I watched his face light up as he answered the phone, smiling and laughing with those catching facial expressions that had my heart struggling for a steady beat.

I shook my head, snapping myself out of it. He wouldn't be a cheater, would he? Then again, I had my mind filled with those investigation episodes: it's always the pretty boys, the ones who never seem like psychopaths and killers or cheaters. I shuddered, dropping my things on the couch and going into the kitchen to make coffee.

He wouldn't cheat on me. But were we even together? I told him I liked him this morning not even forty-eight hours after I met him, but we already slept together and he knew quite a bit about me. But I was only here a month and what would we be in a month? This was a month fling to keep me sane from my dull day job?

I heard the glass door shut and felt his arms wrap around my waist. I opened my mouth to question him, but I couldn't form the words.

"I know you're going to hate me," he whined and I froze. "But Rosalie just called," liar, "and I need to stop home, she's coming earlier than I thought."

"Your sister?" I managed.

"Yeah," he sighed, nuzzling his nose in my neck. "But I can pick you up after work one day this week. I'll call you if she lets me out of the house," he said with a smirk. Yeah, if Annabelle lets you out of the bedroom…

He strode back into the bedroom, picking up his belongings and throwing his sweater back on. He slipped on his shoes and came back to my side and I started to unbutton his shirt. "Keep it," he said, putting his hands over mine. "Looks better on you, anyway," he kissed my cheek and I wanted to scream. Why couldn't I speak? Why did I just stand there!

He brushed my cheek with his thumb and kissed the tip of my nose. "I'm sorry," he pouted. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." And before long he was out the door and I was left alone in the kitchen with his shirt and bruised lips, wondering who the hell that mystery guy was. He sounded sincere, but would I really see him again or would he patch things up with Annabelle?

Cliffhangers all around! Any predictions? Review?