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

Authors note: This chapter is more of a gap filler, I didn't want to put the big London Eye trip in the same chapter and result in the entire chapter being too long for my liking. Plus readers have been asking for a bit more Eric so here it is! Enjoy!

Eric dragged me out early on Sunday morning to finally do lingerie shopping for tomorrow. I slid on a pair of sunglasses, hiding my tired eyes. They matched my lazy sweatpants and hoodie combo perfectly... not. But I didn't care. Eric dragged me in and out of shops down Oxford Street when really all I needed was something like Agent Provocateur. Eric had me going into perfume shops, making me smell all of these different scents, choosing one that would make Marcus positively swoon the next time they came face to face.

"So this is to impress the guy you're not banging, right?" I raised an eyebrow.

"That's right," Eric insisted and waved his wrist in my face, making me smell the new Calvin Klein.

"That one," I told him, begging to get this over with so I could prance around the changing rooms in slutty underwear.

Eric squealed in agreement excitedly, paid for his goods, and practically yanked me out of the store and down the street. He linked his arm with mine and we walked down the streets, looking all around us like total tourists.

"Hey, Bella Boo, you know what we should do, get a British McDonalds, eat until we feel sick and then go on the London Eye," Eric grinned.

I laughed nervously.

"I think British McDonalds is the same as our McDonalds, Eric, and it'll all go straight to your booty... besides, I already have tickets for the eye,"

It was kind of true, I just didn't have them, have them.

"You do? Ooh look," Eric tilted his head at a shop, "Ann Summers, that looks like what we need,"

I nodded and followed Eric in. My eyes immediately locked onto a red satin animal print bra and panties set. I wondered if Edward would like it. I started to browse through the sizes.

"Yeah... I'm going on it with Edward later," I mentioned casually. Eric put his hand on my shoulder and gasped.

"Bella, you serious? Do you know what you're doing?"

I shrugged, picking up a bright pink, plunge bra. I guessed it would be Emmett's kind of thing, either that or something that had peep holes.

"Not really, I guess that's the fun of it,"

I put the pink bra down and continued walking around. Eric followed behind like my little lap-dog, asking continuous questions about Edward and I.

"Did you kiss him again?"

"No,"

"Did he try?"

"No, he's not like that,"

"Bella, he did it before,"

"Momentary lapse,"

"Is this a date?"

I went quiet. Mainly because I'd found the perfect outfit to seduce Emmett in. Our 'date' was the restaurant. And I was looking at a crotchless maid's lingerie set. If I wore a dress, I could be pretty comfortable until I stripped off.

"Definitely Emmett's thing," I muttered.

"Bella?" Eric asked, confused.

"What? Oh, I don't know what it is, Eric, stop asking questions and find me something classy to wear for Jasper,"

I found a lacy underwear set to wear for Jasper, now I needed something for Edward. I'd neglected to mention to Eric that the red set may also be for Edward as well as for myself.

Eric was browsing through a sale rack and waved various bras at me, I shook my head. Nothing really stood out. That was until I looked right ahead of me. A black, lace balconette, with a mesh body. My fingers swept over the satin cups of the bra and I smiled. The slight body beneath the underwire would flatter my stomach perfectly. I hoped it would say 'sexy love-making' to the viewers.

"Tonight is so a date, Bella Boo. It's not as if you're going out of your way to spend time with the other Cullens," Eric mentioned, squirting passionfruit lube onto his finger and licking it off, "Mm I'm getting this," He grinned.

"They haven't honoured me with the same," I shot back. "Grab me the cherry one," I added, noticing Eric's own pile of shopping.

I threw all four sets onto the counter and paid with my credit card. I agreed to catch lunch with Eric and then I insisted on going back to the hotel and running through tomorrow's script before getting ready to see Edward.

My double cheeseburger and fries went down a treat. I was actually ready for a nap by the time I got back to the hotel. My cellphone buzzed against my ass and I reached into my back pocket for the phone, glancing at the message.

I'll meet you out front around seven.

Look beautiful... Not that it's hard

Edward.

My body came over with a weird, warm feeling. I was smiling. I put my phone away and walked through the revolving doors of the hotel and into the lobby. Eric was beside me.

"Need some help running lines, B?"

"Actually, I think I'll catch a nap before later. Go call Marcus, I know you want to," I smiled fondly at my best friend and kissed his cheek. "I love you, you know,"

I kept my clear smile.

Eric pretended to freak.

"Cullen's making you go soft, Boo,"

I scolded Eric and slapped him in the arm, knowing he could be right. I said my goodbyes and caught the next elevator upstairs.

I had to get ready for tonight. I felt nearly sick with nerves.

I locked myself in my hotel room and threw my shopping bags to the floor. To calm my nerves, I knelt down at the mini-bar fridge and raided.

"A can of vodka and cola ought to do it," I whispered to myself.

After long bubble bath with a comedy movie on the wall, I felt a lot more human.

After blow-drying my hair and putting on a subtle layer of make-up. I felt beautiful for Edward, like he'd requested.

After dressing myself in skin-tight denim blue jeans, boots that stopped below the knee and a fancy black top with a sinking neckline... I felt like a fucking wreck.

I glanced at the digital clock in the corner.

Six fifty-nine.

My phone buzzed.

I'm downstairs.

Edward.

Seven o'clock on the dot.

I was ready.

But was I ready for Edward?

Until tomorrow...

Or later...

We'll see ;)