Disclaimer: All Twilight names, places and characteristics belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her toys.

Authors note: I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. We finally meet the Cullen boys. This chapter is the last until Sunday or Monday due to me working all weekend. So enjoy! Everyone's reviews have been so flattering and I'm glad readers like what I've done with Eric. He's entertaining to write!

I woke up early on Friday morning in the comforts of my hotel room. Eric and Marcus had arranged everything for today. In an hour, I would be taken to a private clinic for my screening and I would also meet the Cullen men at the same time.

I was completely over my jetlag. Eric and I had spent hours the night before eating room service with face masks. I fell asleep to the sound of some British soap opera.

I was refreshed. Even more so after a nice hot shower. I was used to the sexual health tests, I figured that I'd get these over and done with, have lunch with Eric, the Cullens and Marcus and later squeeze in a little bit of shopping down Oxford Street. The concierge highly recommended it. I sat on the end of my bed with the scripts for next week. When I say scripts, they were highly vague given that the main part of the filming involves sex.

I would be playing a typical American singleton girl who is set up on three different blind dates. One would be set in a fancy restaurant, the second in a movie theatre, or 'cinema' as I heard it to be more commonly known here and the third would be incredibly passionate lovemaking on an actual bed. I didn't know which male I would be paired with for which date but this was just my job, the identity to which 'date' didn't phase me.

Today I was dressing casual, I didn't care much about what my co-stars thought of me. Black skinny jeans, my faithful converse and my NYU hoodie. Perfect. The hoodie was loose so it covered my slender frame, I couldn't be giving the lads too much of eyeful yet now could I?

Moments later, Eric tapped on my hotel room door.

"Bella Boo? Are you ready?" I heard his voice outside.

"Yeah, I'll meet you downstairs," I called back and started to gather my things. My sexual health record - which was squeaky clean by the way, purse, cellphone and keycard, all stuffed into a bag and I left my hotel room, sprinting down the hall just in time to catch the elevator.

I walked through the lobby with confidence, I didn't exactly struggle for money doing what I do, I stayed in nice hotels and I had nice things but I didn't want to draw attention to what I do. Maybe that was why I still dressed down a lot of the time. I wasn't a fan of the porn stars who flaunt themselves in the streets in tiny shorts and fishnet tights with their tits falling out.

I got into the awaiting car and watched out of the window at the City sights. Eric was talking on the phone to his one other client. Some guy he used to casually date, and by casually date, I mean they were fuck buddies though Eric would still swear to this day that they were in love. Bless him, he was a pussy cat at heart.

"Nervous, B?" Eric asked once he'd hung up the phone.

"Not at all, I'm clean,"

"That's not what I mean and you know it,"

I shrugged his concern off. I didn't allow work to ever effect me personally.

The clinic wasn't far, we were there within thirty minutes. There were a few cars in the lot, though I was in England so it's not as if I would be recognised. I wasn't often recognised, it happened occasionally in New York. If the person seemed normal, I'd stop and chat, maybe a photo, if they freaked me out, I denied my identity.

Together, Eric and I got out of the car and made our way inside. Past the pathology department, past private x-rays and to the sexual health/family planning department.

We walked through the double doors to the front desk and found four men with their back to us. I recognised the black haired guy as Marcus. Eric tapped him on the shoulder.

"Eric! Isabella! Right on time, fabulous," He clapped his hands together in glee. I smiled and folded my arms.

"Allow me to introduce to you, Isabella,"

And at once, the other three men turned around.

"Jasper Hale-Cullen,"

A tall man with blonde hair and a chiselled jawline leant forward, kissing me on the cheek and took my hand, shaking it at the same time.

"Nice to meet you, Isabella," He greeted me with a clear, British accent. Were they all Englishmen?

"Just Bella," I smiled politely.

Marcus went to introduce the bigger, dark haired, muscle bulked guy but he already took my hand, lightly squeezing it and kissing the back of it before he could.

"I'm Emmett," He grinned, flashing cute cheek dimples. "Looking forward to working with you," His grin turned into a mischievous smirk.

"I'm sure it'll be great," I chuckled. I looked to the front desk to see Eric and Marcus checking us in for our appointment.

The last man, who I assumed to be Edward, was very quiet. He was around six foot two with kind of dirty blonde... or maybe more bronze coloured, handsomely messy hair. He smiled a shy, crooked smile at me, his green eyes nearly dazzling me like bright headlights or something.

I think my stomach did a nervous flip.

I put my hand out to him.

"I'm..."

"I know who you are. Isabella Swan," He finished.

His accent was adorably English... did that even make sense? Who cared, he was polite and his voice oozed it too. I could listen to it much longer given half the chance.

"Yes," I nodded. Of course he knew who I was, we were going to work together.

Duh!

He shook my hand once, holding my hand gently like it was something delicate unti he dropped it.

"I'm somewhat a... fan of your work, if I'm allowed to say it like that," He blushed.

A guy who blushed, it was kind of cute.

"Yeah, he's always locked in his room," Emmett laughed, nudging his brother's arm.

"Shut up," Edward mumbled.

Eric and Marcus turned around, two doctors in white lab coats came over to stand with them.

"Are we ready everyone?" The male doctor asked.

"I think so," Marcus nodded and ushered his men off with the male doctors, Edward tried to shuffle behind for a few seconds, taking my hand in his and shaking it again.

"It was lovely to meet you, Bella. We'll talk shortly,"

I blinked as he followed the crowd into a room, Eric was trying to push me in the opposite direction with the female doctor. I felt like I was in a little trance after meeting Edward, my stomach did that funny flip thing again.

The door to the private consultation room clicked closed and I realised...

Edward was incredibly attractive.

And I was increasingly nervous around him.

This was an entirely new feeling in my life.

Fuck.

So... do we approve of Edward?