I stood in front of my closet for several minutes, trying to decide what to wear. It was ridiculous, me worrying about how I looked for Edward, after what he had done to me. But I couldn't help it. I was still madly attracted to him, and I wanted to look good. I wanted him to realize what he was missing, what he could have had if he hadn't fucked up so supremely.

I finally decided on a fitted taupe suit and a deep blue silk blouse. Professional, but sexy. I even selected some lacy undergarments under the suit. I knew that he wasn't going to see them, no fucking way that would ever happen again, but I needed to know, for myself, that I was attractive and sexy, and the lingerie helped me to get there. It was a strange sort of confidence that had always worked for me. It was like armor, protecting me from evil. Protecting me from him.

I got to Charlie's office early, and he put me in the little anteroom where the agents listened in on interrogations. There was a large window looking into the room, a small plain table and three chairs. I knew that the window was mirrored on the other side, and that he wouldn't be able to see me, but it still made me nervous. I felt like he could see me, that he would know I was there.

I sat in the chair, trying to be patient and quiet.

After several minutes, the door to the anteroom suddenly opened, and Charlie walked in. He nodded at me briefly, in total cop mode, then turned on the speaker next to the large window. He sat in the chair next to me and waited.

Several more minutes passed.

Finally, we heard a door opening over the speaker and a combination of voices. My head immediately popped up, and my eyes scoured the interrogation room for a glimpse of Edward Cullen.

My dad's former partner, Harry Clearwater, was standing in the doorway, ushering someone through the door. He had a friendly smile on his face, which I knew from experience was a cover for the hard questions to come.

Then, Edward walked in.

I couldn't breathe for a moment, my lungs frozen in place with the rest of me. He was still beautiful, impeccably dressed, and God help me, I still wanted to fuck him, even at that moment, even knowing what he had done to me.

I squeezed my legs together, my body reacting to his presence against my will, and I let out a big breath I was holding. Charlie instantly reacted.

"Bella? Honey? You okay?" he asked, his hand, warm and comforting, on my shoulder. It was a break in his tough guy character, but he was my father first, then a cop.

"Yeah, Dad. I'm fine." I took another deep breath and gave him the best reassuring smile I could muster. I needed to be in that room, to hear what Edward had to say for himself, and I didn't want my dad kicking me out because he thought I couldn't handle it.

We both turned back to the big glass window.

"So, Mr. Cullen, thank you for coming in today to assist us with this investigation. We'll get right into it," Harry said, "so we can get you out of here as quickly as possible." He smiled at Edward, but Edward just nodded back. Harry looked back at his paperwork and cleared his throat. "You were a guest of the hotel on the week of November 15th, is that correct?"

"Yes, that's correct," Edward said. It was the first time I heard him over the speaker, and I had an unfortunate, and instant, memory of his lips on my ear, his throaty commanding voice in my ear, telling me how he wanted to fuck me.

"And your employer is Banner Pharmaceuticals, correct?" Edward nodded. "And you were a guest of the hotel on official business with your company?" Edward nodded again. "Excellent, thank you, Mr. Cullen," Harry said with a smile. He was gearing up for the kill.

Harry started asked him a variety of questions about his business, what he did, how the hotel suite figured in, who he was entertaining. It got a little boring, and my mind started to drift. I was looking through the glass window at Edward, and every now and then, he would turn and look at me, or at least, I thought he was looking at me. It didn't take me long to realize that he was simply seeing his reflection in the mirror. I wondered if he thought at all about who was behind the mirror watching him. And I remembered another mirror, and Edward watching me...

Wow. That was a short one. Sorry, I feel like they should all be 10,000 words long at this point! I want to give you a lot of bang for your buck! (Ha. I said "bang.") But alas, the chapters are what they are. At least you know you'll get another one in the morning. :)

So the interrogation begins, easily my favorite part of the entire story. And the smut. Yeah, I like the smut too.

Hang on tight...

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