The party was nice, laid back, just what I needed. I was having a good time, talking to a group of Bree's friends about an upcoming show they were all in. Bree had run off to the bar to fetch drinks, but knowing my daughter, that might take awhile. So I was surprised when she came up behind me, and whispered in my ear.

"Guess who's here?" She said in a sing-songy voice. She had a wide teasing grin on her face. She was up to something.

"Who?" I asked, rolling my eyes, slightly exasperated with her matchmaking games. She leaned back in, until her mouth was on my ear.

"It's your new boyfriend," she whispered. "It's Edward."

I whipped my head around to look at her, my heart thumping in my chest.

"What?" I snapped, grabbing Bree by the shoulders. "Edward?! Edward Cullen?!

"Ugh, yeah?" Bree replied, uncertainly. "Why?" She was obviously confused by my reaction, waiting for an explanation, but I had to get out of there. I knew I wasn't supposed to talk to him, but if I saw him, I would explode. So I made an excuse to Bree, and bolted for the door. "I just remembered I have a really early meeting, so I really should get back home," I said. "You don't mind, do you, honey?"

"No, Mom," she sighed, used to my hasty exits. "Do what you need to do. I'll talk to you later." She turned and rejoined the party.

I was halfway down the flight of stairs when he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

"Bella!" he exclaimed. "Where's the fire, beautiful?"

I closed my eyes, remembering that voice, how it used to thrill me, and I realized, to my horror, that it still did.

I turned slowly to face him, and looked in those beautiful blue-green eyes. He cocked one eyebrow and started to grin. Before I knew it, my hand was swinging through the air, connecting with his face, a loud and satisfying crack echoing in the empty stairwell.

The look on his face was priceless.

"What the fuck, Bella?" he sputtered. "Why... What..."

"You fucking son of a bitch," I snarled slowly, yanking my wrist from his grip. "How could you do that to me? How could you do that to anyone?"

"What are you talking about?" he asked, rubbing his reddening cheek.

"Don't play dumb with me, you fucking asshole! You know exactly what you did, and you will not get away with it, believe me."

"Bella," he whispered, looking suddenly remorseful. "I'm sorry I haven't called you back. I've been so busy with work and these clients -" he stopped, like he just had a thought, and he started to grin again. "You know, I still have that suite if you want another round?"

Then, he fucking winked at me.

Did he just say that to me? Did he just offer to take me to that suite again? I couldn't believe the balls on this guy, and I could feel my anger building, ready to explode. I knew I had to get out of there. I had already said too much, and I didn't want to risk the investigation. I wanted nothing more than to give this motherfucker a piece of my mind, but that would have to wait until he was behind bars. Then, it would be my turn to wink at him.

I turned and quickly ran down the stairs.

I know it's a short one, sorry.

RL is a little nuts right now for me, but I'm committed to getting these chapters to yall. So please bear with me...

And thanks to all you. :)

All things "Twilight" belong to Stephanie Meyer. The remainder of the perversion is all mine. :)