We went back up to the room where the Victorian chair was, but Alice pulled me insistently towards another corner, where there was a giant gray marble throne sitting with a single golden candle stand next to it. "Okay, I want you to sit on the floor to the right of it- no, my right, yes. Okay. Now look here. Anthony is coming in behind you, so close your eyes and don't look. I felt a warm, naked body sitting down in the chair and heard a hiss as the cool marble came in contact with his skin. I let out a little giggle.

"Think that's funny, do you?" came a velvet voice in my ear, before two smooth hands pulled my shoulders back and pressed them to the stone. My nipples and other sensory nerves were the only things that reacted, making this Anthony character chuckle. "How does that feel?"

"Cold," I answered quietly, face flushed as he breathed down on me.

"Now that you two are settled, Bella, adjust yourself around him so you are comfortable." I slid over and sat with his firmly planted ankle in the crease of my knee, the other folded neatly over my center, one arm resting on my knee, the other I leaned on behind me. I rested my head on his knee. "Beautiful!" Alice cried. "Okay, Tony, put a hand on her hair, like that, and lean on the arm. You two are perfect. Now hold still." We sat still for close to two hours this time, and Alice said that there was a lot more to do with this painting than in the first one we did. I managed, barely. Anthony was tracing circles softly on the skin of the back of my neck with his thumb, driving me crazy- in a good way. When we were done, I closed my eyes and he stood, leaving, with just Alice and I left in the room.

"How many more am I sitting through?" I asked, stretching out on the floor.

"Today? None. For the exhibition, a ton more. I have so may ideas! And if you have any ideas, just tell me, and I will see if we can do it."

"I have many, many ideas, but not very many of them are innocent. I'll wait until I'm more comfortable with him before I suggest anything, okay?"

"Ooh, I'm excited now. So I take it you want to ease into your role as model?" she laughed, throwing me my clothes.

"Urg, I can't move…" I groaned, throwing my arm over my eyes.

"You might want to. I'll call the guys in if you don't!" I bolted up and was dressed in under a minute, my orange t-shirt just being pulled down when the door burst open. The three boys were standing in the doorway. I glared at them, hands on my hips.

"Ha. I win. Bye bye, Alice," I said, walking out the door. "Call me when you want me next, you've got my number." You're all idiots, I signed. Edward, being the only one who understood, glared at me as I left. I waved cheekily on the way out and got into my giant red ancient Chevy truck. It roared and I pulled backwards out of the long drive. "Losers," I muttered, smiling up at the house before it was out of sight. Once I got back to our flat, I dropped my keys in the basket by the door and flipped the lock. Walking through the hallway, I threw my sweatshirt on the couch in the living room and made my way to the fridge. After pulling out a pitcher of lemonade, I poured two glasses and made my way to Rose's studio. She was setting up for a photo shoot she had later, and was cleaning up from the one she just got finished with. I leaned on the doorframe and watched her bustle around. She turned and shrieked.

"I'm home," I stated, smirking, setting one of the glasses on her desk. "And it was great."

"Ooh, really? Tell me, tell me, tell me! Couch, now," she commanded. She grabbed her drink and pushed me out, settling comfortably on the couch, tucking her legs under her. "Spill. I want to know everything." So I spent the next hour telling her about my portrait sitting. Including the sexy man who made the most amazing cheeseburgers. And Rose knows how much I love a good burger. "What does he look like? For God's sake, what does he cook like?!"

"He had the most amazing hair- bronze and unruly. But, god, so sexy-"

"Bet you just wanted to run your fingers through it, didn't you?" Rose teased, making me blush.

"Hell yes. And he green eyes- the greenest. I swear they were emeralds implanted in his eye sockets-"

"That's a really gross comparison, Bella."

"Do you want me to finish, or not?" I snapped. She went silent, and I continued. "Really, I almost died when I started eating. He speaks sign language-"

"You don't speak sign language," snickered my half sister. I glared at her and moved to stand, but she tackled me onto the couch. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, you can't stop now!"

"One more interruption, and I am never telling you anything else about him." She nodded. "Fine. He knows sign language, but I know he can both hear and speak. He saw me in a robe Alice got me. It was really silky and short, but I managed not to freak when I saw him. But I did almost pass out."

"He sounds really nice. I wish I could meet a hot guy doing what I love for big money," she sighed. "He has to be big and strong with perfect blue eyes and dark, curly hair…" That sounded familiar.

"I'll see what I can do. I met another guy, he's funny, and I think you'll like him.
"Wait, you met a guy?"

"Is that a problem?" I snapped, glaring out the window, where Eric was directing men carrying a window. "Just because I'm not as beautiful as you-"

"Hold it!" she yelled, startling the moving men across the way. " You are gorgeous! You don't see yourself clearly. If you could see what others do, you would be amazed. I was just- you know… happy for you. You never say yes to the guys who ask you out-"

"Because they are all morons!"

"Well, yes, but a couple of them are highly eligible and marginally attractive men. Lesser women would have fallen for their charms way before you would, little sister. It goes to show how much more you deserve."

"Thanks," I said, glancing down at my hands. "I think I want to shower, now. Actually, I don't. I want to think. Let me alone and I'll get back to you." I stood and went to my bedroom, throwing myself on my bed and squealed into my pillow, thinking of Edward, before I thought of Anthony, and how I wasn't allowed to see him, and screamed.

"What is wrong with you?" asked Rose, sticking her head in around my door.

"I'm frustrated," I muttered before reacquainting my face with my pillow. Anthony. Edward, Anthony, Cullen. Alice. Cullen. Edward. Edward Anthony. Dear God, that can't be right.

Three days later, I got a call from Alice, telling me that I was needed for another sitting. Which is how I found myself twenty minutes later in a headlock by the man that my roommate and half sister had described as the perfect man- down to a 'T'. He pulled me inside and I struggled weakly, not knowing what would happen if I actually got away.

"Glad you're here, Windchime, Ed's been moping around the house for the past three days."

"Windchime?" I choked out.

"Yeah. Bella, Bells, Windchime. It's all the same thing. But, yeah. You should go do your hand thing with him. It's not actually talking, so I can't say 'go talk to him', but you get the drift. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you, I haven't seen him that happy since he got his dream car when he was sixteen. But if you ask me, a girl is better than a car, so he's happy-"

"Let me go," I muttered, digging my nails into his arm. "You want a girl, I can give you one."

"Sorry, Bella, you're not my type." I felt my face contracting in horror.

"Not me, Emmett!"

"So, you're saying you can find me a girl?" he asked, finally letting go abruptly, letting me fall flat on my face.

"Ow."

"Shit! Are you okay? Alice will ill me if you got hurt."
"I'm fine, but the girl comes at a price," I warned.

"Oh, really?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, can you handle extreme bitchiness?"

"Yes."

"Major sweetness?"

"Yeah."

"Big breasts and blond?"

"Hell yeah."

"A model?"

"Sure."

"Photographer?"

"Like me!"

"Mechanic?"

"Are you sure this chic's real? She sounds like something out of my imagination. The only thing that would make her better would be blue eyes and red lips."

"That's her!" I smiled.

"Are you serious? 'Cause if you're shitting me, I gonna kill you, no matter what my sister tells me to do."

"I'm not. You wanna hear my price?"

"You mean the bitchiness wasn't it?"

"Nope!" I grinned. "You looked like the kind of guy that liked that, so I told you. My price is that, a) no more assaulting me b) you treat her right c) you work with both of us when we need it."

"Work with you?" he asked, looking wary.

"Yeah, we're professionals, so we work with professionals. I don't just sit for portraits, I do fashion photography and other stuff. So, can you pay it?"

"Depends on when I can meet her. The sooner I do, the sooner you are hassle free."

"Well, whenever I need a ride, you can have her. I haven't told her exactly told her I know you, I just thought that you two would get along. I'd better get going before Alice comes to fetch me. See ya, Emmybear!" I called, running up the stairs. I went to the same room a before, knocking before I went in.

"Get your pretty little behind in here, sweetheart!" We're starting with another singles portrait. I have a couple of ideas I want to get done today, so you might be later than I thought."

"Anytime you send me home is when I think I am leaving. Let's get started."