A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I tried to make it a bit longer. I know generally where the story is going but I'm open to suggestions and constructive criticism.

Disclaimer: SM has all rights to her characters. The rest are the random workings of my head.

Let me know what you think! ~Jaz

"His Kingdom"

Chapter 3

I was frozen for an approximation of thirty seconds. His stare was disarming.

"Excuse me?" He asked again.

"Umm…what?" I finally choked out.

He smiled at me like adults do to small children after they did something really stupid. Like he thought I had a competence problem.

" One cosmopolitan, please." He said, enunciating the please.

I nodded stupidly and starting looking around to get started.

Wait. What was I doing. I didn't know how to make a cosmopolitan. I'm not a bartender now just because I know how to make a Sex on Ice.

I looked over at Jake quickly to rescue me. He was still focused on his ice shoveling.

"Jacob," I called him. "Can you make a cosmopolitan for Mr. Cullen, please."

Jacob nodded and gave me a wink.

I quickly got my wristlet and closed the recipe book.

"Thanks again," I told Jacob and opened the mini door to get out of there.

The burning tingly sensation on my face let me know that Cullen was still looking at me, hence my eyes looking any where but him. When I get nervous, which thank heavens isn't frequent, I tend to get clumsy…and the horrendous blush I could feel warming my cheeks now.

When I safely got out of the small space and swung the mini door back, I took a quick second to calm the nerves. Bad idea. The door swung back and smacked into my butt, causing me to lose my balance and almost tripping. I did however manage to drop my wristlet. Shit. That's new. Floor better not be dirty.

I quickly bent down to pick it up at the same time I saw another arm reach for it first, and stopped.

Cullen handed me it back and I finally had to look at him.

His face was carved intimately by God himself…in his spare time. The most beautiful green eyes were looking into mine. Perfect emeralds. I could willingly spend my entire life searching for the approximation of that color and fail. They were too beautiful to have a description. Too beautiful to have another of its kind. Even if my eyes would have lingered further over him…which they damn right had every intention to, they couldn't look past those eyes.

"Thanks," I said, surprised by my calm voice as I took it from him. I gasped when his fingers lightly brushed mine. It was like an electric shock that started with the tips of my fingers and spread throughout my entire being.

"My pleasure." He smiled politely.

"So I'm assuming your off work?" He asked gesturing towards the bar.

His question confused me enough to focus.

"Oh…uh no."

He raised his eyebrows.

"On your break?"

"No. I don't work at the bar." I told him understanding now.

"No wonder, your dressed much to nice for that." He smiled at me.

I felt the red swirl in over drive. Shit. I hope he can't notice…its dark enough.

"Oh well thank-" I started to say but was cut off when he said, "You shouldn't be behind the counter unauthorized. I know you probably don't care, but you could get the people that work here in trouble." He said flatly.

What? "Well I wasn't trying to get anyone in trouble." I said feeling a bit guilty, looking back at Jacob, who was busy with other customers now.

"No doubt." He said smoothly, letting it go easily, but with an undercurrent to his tone. Something I couldn't detect.

"Anyway, it was nice talking to you, Mrs.?"

"Ms." I answered a little to fast. "Isabella Swan." I didn't say Bella for short to him like I usually do. Even though his presence put me in an almost dream like state, trying to talk under his gaze was increasingly uncomfortable. No matter how pretty I might have been…how confident I've always been about my self both mentally and physically…under that disarming stare. That's exactly what I was. Disarmed.

Not as unpleasant as being naked in front of a spot light, but more like forgetting the lines in the middle of a controversial speech.

He took my hand and shook it once briefly. Oh god the electric shock hit me full force again, and it felt like I was on some kind of high.

"Isabella." He nodded politely and turned away.

If I thought I was 'uncomfortable' under his stare. The feeling was unexplainable when he looked away. I felt hollow. As if I might disappear without his acknowledgment of my existence.

Oh god. I shuddered at my own cornyness. Time to cue the drinks.

'Buttons', By the Pussy Cat Dolls started playing in the background as I swore this was my last drink for the night. I was here on account of business not in the process of getting wasted. Despite the appeal that avenue held.

I lightly sang out my favorite part of the song, "I'm a sexy mama…" and finally left the bar.

I smirked as I found Alice and Rose dancing to no end. They really were pumped up for tonight. I joined them and started to sway my hips to the rhythm of the music. Sure Taylor Swift's "Love Story" was a cute song…but this song was more for the girl to change into the woman inside her and really 'dance'.

I started to lose my self in the music.

Alice and Rose always said I could move my ass better than a lot of 'white girls'…which is funny to hear them say since their both white themselves.

They started hooting and encouraging me to get into it more. They obviously loved it when I started letting loose. I laughed with them and twirled my hips, playing with my hair in the perfect way. I wasn't going to take it too far though. 'Winding back' right now wouldn't be appropriate. The dress I was wearing kept reminding and restraining me every time I moved a little too out of place.

I had to admit I was really starting to enjoy my self.

I fingered for them to come closer and dance more. The alcohol seemed to really start settling in. I should have thought about that before drinking so much. I don't really handle alcohol so well but Rose and Alice love witnessing me 'deal' with it.

I didn't notice anyone in particular watching me so I was surprised when two strong arms turned me around.

Jacob was grinning at me. He looked extremely sexy in his black jacket-vest, over his white button up and dark pants. His hair was spiked and shaped into the perfect style to match his pretty boy look.

I smiled at him widely, really feeling my high take off and started dancing with him. Not touching unfortunately but it was better that way because then I could really see him dance.

Trust me this guy was making me the envy over a large population of girls here. I wish I were feeling as lucky as they made me feel.

I just couldn't help my wandering eyes in between my loopy laughter.

Wasn't it obvious who I was looking for?

Jake was very good looking.

But the thought of dancing with Cullen deliciously raised my heart beat.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed that. It was all for you! Yes, I'm talking about you specifically! =] Please Review.