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

Authors note: Is Bella about to bump uglies with Emmett? Let's find out! I'm excited and petrified for this chapter!

Eric nudged me, urging me to walk into the main space of the restaurant. I bit back a sigh and walked through, with a purpose wiggle in my hips. Eric skipped along behind me. We stopped beside the table and I brushed my black dress down.

"Ah! There she is!" Clapped Marcus, "Our Miss Valentine Loveheart,"

Emmett snorted.

"Cheesy name,"

"Yeah, and what did they call you? Sir Pencil Dick?"

Emmett pulled a face, pretending that I'd hurt his pride and mumbled with a goofy grin 'Dawson'.

"Can I get wine?" I asked Eric.

"Sure, Bella," He nodded and headed over to the refreshments table. While I waited, I listened to Marcus discuss lighting and location.

"Emmett, make sure to take Isabella over the table but so she faces the camera, she has such a natural face," He used his fingers to make that camera shape that directors do, he held them in my direction and winked.

God I wanted to vom.

Eric was back within the minute with a glass of white and I started to gulp down the liquid. It didn't help my nausea but I didn't mind the fuzzy head. I continued to watch Emmett and Marcus, Emmett then turned his ass towards his make-up artist, pointing it in his direction.

"Can you check my butt make-up?" He asked.

I spluttered my wine.

"Your ass make-up?"

"Yes," Emmett said like it was something completely normal.

"You wear ass make-up?" I said again.

Emmett bent slightly and poked his ass in the air, his make-up artist pulled on the waistband of his pants and peeked inside.

"You're good, if it starts to come off, I'll touch it up once you're naked," He promised in a voice that made it sound like he was looking forward to the possibility way too much.

"Why, Emmett?" I snorted in my amusement.

"This should be good," Eric sniggered with me, his arms folded and stood next to me like my partner in crime.

"I got my girlfriend's name tattooed on my right butt cheek two years ago. To show her..."

"Yes?" I smiled.

He sighed.

"To show her that she owns my ass,"

The entire room erupted into laughter, Marcus threw his head back, Eric was holding his stomach, I spluttered more wine. Emmett pouted like a kid who got old socks for Christmas and started waving his arms.

"Alright, it's no big deal! I wanted to show her I loved her,"

It was obviously enough for Emmett's girlfriend if they were still together and he was still in this career, I remembered them talking on the phone in the car a few days back. He'd cooed down the phone and repeatedly told her he loved her and she was his 'snuggikins'.

Everyone managed to calm down and it was time to start. Eric gave me a quick kiss and told me he'd see me after, he arranged my jobs but he didn't stay to watch. That'd be weird. I looked over the script that was laying on the bar to double check I knew what I was doing. Emmett took his place at the table, I then took mine at the front door.

"Places!" Marcus bellowed with authority.

I inhaled a deep breath.

"Hey, B?" Emmett turned in his chair to look at me.

"What?"

"My shirt rips at the top," He winked and chuckled, turning back around once more.

Deep breath number two.

"Starting in three, two, one... ACTION!" Marcus shouted.

With the sexiest walk I could muster, I took slow steps towards Emmett, the sound of my stiletto heels were loud on the wooden floor. I pouted my lips and tapped Emmett on the shoulder. He turned slightly towards the camera and myself and coughed.

"Miss Loveheart," His voice oozed something sexy, he knew what he was doing.

Emmett rose to his feet and took my hand, staring directly into my eyes while he bent, took my hand in his giant one and kissed it. While my mind was stuck on...

I couldn't let myself think, I couldn't.

Emmett escorted me to my seat, I blew him a kiss and flashed a smile, leaning over the table to give him and the camera opposite me a cleavage shot.

I imagined it would look good, I have good boobs.

"Champagne, Miss Loveheart?" Emmet held up a bottle out of it's ice bucket.

I faked a chuckle.

"Oh please, call me Valentine," I giggled girlishly.

Emmett poured the two champagne flutes, I struggled not to guzzle mine all in one go.

We placed our fake order for chocolate cake and make idle conversation. Occasionally I would squeeze my tits together for the camera while Emmett so clearly ogled and I would also cross or spread my legs for the camera under the table. The table cloth was short enough that my feet were visable, I stroked Emmett's leg... just like I had done with Edward in the diner.

"Say... Valentine, did you know that chocolate is said to be an aphrodisiac?"

I giggled innocently.

"Why no, I didn't, tell me Mr Dawson, what do aphrodisiac's do?" I asked like a dumb blonde.

Emmett's hand disappeared under the small table and immedately found my knee, his rough fingertips massaging my inner thigh.

"Aphrodisiac's are foods and such that make us feel sexy, Miss Loveheart,"

I touched my hand to my heart and fluttered my eyelashes, making a sound as if I felt flustered.

We ate chocolate cake, I let my co-star feed me and make suggestive comments. I looked into his eyes and saw Edward. Emmett stood to his feet and came to my side of the table, I took the hand he offered and stood. His hands slid to my waist and down towards the curve of my ass. I closed my eyes and saw Edward.

Emmett's hot lips touched mine and I imagined Edward. Though Emmett's lips were nothing like his brothers. Edward's were soft and warm, Emmett's kisses were hard and were hot in a way that I didn't like. I faked a moan and let Emmett lean my body back onto the table.

"Mmm, want me to fuck you right here, Valentine?"

My ass sat on the edge of the table, Emmett's large hands slid under my dress, hitching it up as his hands travelled further up my thigh.

I put on gasps and moans the moment Emmett's lips found my neck and collarbone. I found the weak spot at the top of his shirt and teared it open with ease.

"Eager, aren't you?" He grunted.

"Oh, please!" I begged him.

I closed my eyes, continuing to make the appropriate noises in response to Emmett's touch. His hands left my thighs and skimmed my sides, eventually landing around my back. He gripped the material of my dress tightly. I clenched my eyes shut tighter.

I found a happy place.

Edward's hands.

Edward's lips.

Edward's touch.

Edward's smell.

I heard the fabric start to tear through this man's strength while he pulled and my heart hammered in my chest.

I sucked in heavy, laboured breaths, my back was slowly being exposed thanks to Emmett. He just had the swell of my breasts revealed when his face left my neck and headed south.

My eyes followed him, his lips puckered close to my skin, parting his lips with his tongue...

My heart continued to pound.

I lifted my leg, using my knee to try and shove this giant away.

I screamed.

"STOP!"

Eek!

Some are going to love me for this, some will hate me.

But whichever side you're in, tell me what you think!