Here we are again! I wanted this up last night but I got distracted by allergy medicine induced sleep. I know you are all going crazy over the two dates in one evening. I promise that everything will be revealed soon! Hope you enjoy!

Twilight Crystal is out and about galavanting around and was unable to beta this so any mistakes are mine and mine alone.

I only own the plot!

Cover Girl Chapter 11

11:01… 11:02… 11:03…

The minutes ticked by as Edward paced the hotel suite. He was going to kill Emmett when he finally got back from his casino run. He had dipped out just after he and Edward had made it out of the expo and Emmett had succeeded in ensuring a high probability of difficulty for Edward's night. His inner gentleman wouldn't allow him to stand Rosalie up, and Emmett's involvement has ensured her knowing his phone number and room number. No, he'd meet her in the restaurant, talk for a few minutes, then head back to his room and wait for Bella's call. She wasn't going to be done until around one in the morning, and his practically forced meeting with Rosalie was at 11:15. He could do this and placate her and have plenty of time to get cleaned up for Bella.

When the clock read 11:10 Edward finally got up and headed towards the restaurant. Part of him was rebelling, yelling at him for even considering going to meet up with Rosalie, but the fan part of him egged him on. It was a once in a lifetime chance, especially with her retiring from the industry. She'd probably disappear into society, change her looks so she wasn't easily noticed, finish college, and go on with her life. This would be Edward's only chance to really talk to her and get to know her before she disappeared.

Edward was a fidgety mess the entire elevator ride downstairs, and even more so as he headed for the restaurant. But when he got there, Rosalie was already waiting on him in a private booth. The hostess showed him to the table and placed a menu in front of him, but Edward knew he wouldn't be eating. His nerves were too frayed to actually ingest anything.

"Well there you are, honey. I was thinking you were going to stand me up," Rosalie nearly purred at him from across the table.

"Oh, uh, no ma'am, my mother raised me better than that," Edward said and then mentally face-palmed himself for bringing up his mother.

"She sounds like a good woman. Not too many gentlemen left nowadays. At least not when it comes to girls like me," she replied and then looked slightly saddened.

"It shouldn't matter what the lady is like, all women deserve to be treated like a lady," Edward told Rosalie and nearly reached out to place his hand on hers in a comforting manner, but held back at the last moment.

"Not everyone thinks so. It's like just because I take off my clothes for pictures means that I'm easy and that I deserve to be talked to like an object. You don't know how many times I've gone to an event or ran into a fan on the streets and I am practically verbally harassed. I've even had some actually try to touch me as they tell me they know I want it."

"That's such bullshit!" Edward exclaimed and it truly was. He didn't care how a woman dressed or portrayed herself, no female deserved to be leered at, pawed by strangers, or forced into anything.

"Well you're one of the few that feels that way apparently. I didn't realize when I got into the business that I'd become nothing but a piece of meat to the masses. It's like if they got a hold of me, they'd devour me and leave nothing left, and not in a good way. It's been one of the reasons I didn't want to stay in the industry. I was warned about it when I first started but I didn't believe anyone, not even Jasper when he told me how the girls were treated. I still did it thinking that everyone was exaggerating and that it'd be different with me. Boy was I wrong."

"Did something happen? Is that why you're retiring?" Edward asked, genuinely intrigued and into the conversation. He wasn't sure how it happened so quickly, but he felt at ease talking with Rosalie, and the conversation wasn't going at all how he had imagined.

"Oh things did happen, but it's not why I'm retiring. I only got into the industry because my scholarship was cancelled due to lack of funds. I couldn't go home and ask for the money because it wasn't there and I wasn't going to let myself just drop out of school. I had already worked too hard to get where I was and start college with half the credits for my freshman year. Sure, I could have gotten a job at a restaurant or doing retail, but they wouldn't have covered the tuition and I didn't want a bunch of student loan debt to bog me down right after I graduated. So, this opportunity presented itself, I tried it and made a few stipulations regarding my career choice, and then went into it not looking back."

"So what are your plans now that you're out?"

"Finish school, get a job, and go on with life. Maybe find a boyfriend, settle down, and all that. I have more than enough saved up to last me several years even after I pay off the rest of my tuition. I am just going to enjoy being me, I guess. The Rosalie Hale shown in the magazines is so not me."

Edward was about to reply and ask who the real Rosalie Hale was but was interrupted by a hotel employee standing beside him clearing his throat.

"Sorry to intrude, but are you Edward Cullen?" the man asked and Edward nodded that he was. "There's a situation with your travelling companion and we need you to come with us."

Edward was instantly worried and jumped up, throwing a couple of bills on the table even though he hadn't ordered anything, and excused himself, apologizing profusely to Rosalie. She looked visibly bothered by the fact that she was being left alone but Edward had to find out what was going on with Emmett and see if he needed bail money or something. He just hoped whatever it was didn't require a call to their parents. Emmett didn't need any bad publicity with him just signing with the Seahawks and everything.

The employee led the way across the lobby and towards the casino. Edward paused, knowing he wasn't allowed in there but the employee spoke to those working the entrance and he was allowed in. Theories began to swirl in Edward's head as to what Emmett might have gotten himself into, but the reality of the situation hit him hard when the employee led him to his brother.

Edward didn't know what to say, do, or even think. But after his initial reaction of complete and utter disbelief, he started to giggle, which turned into chuckles, and then full blown belly laughs erupted from his mouth. Emmett was nearly passed out drunk at a black jack table, slurring his words and trying to order more drinks and place more bets. The casino had cut him off and alerted management, who in turn had tracked down Edward to help with the situation. What made the scene so hilarious, though, were the two women Emmett had his arms wrapped around.

They introduced themselves as Sue and Emily, and as Edward took their hands, gently as to not break them, he had to ask how they had gotten associated with Emmett. It was Sue who spoke up first.

"Oh dear, he was such a handsome gentleman, helping me when I dropped my coin bucket. He stopped and picked them all up for me then assisted me to my seat next to my dear friend Emily. We began chatting with him and he took a seat next to us at the slots. But then the dear suggested we move to the tables, and the drinks kept coming as long as we were playing." Sue stopped talking as Emily continued the recounting of the evening.

"Well this dear boy here started requesting shots, and they kept coming. I've never been one for liquor, I prefer wine myself, and I sip it. But this lovely boy seems to have consumed more than a bottle of liquor by himself. I'm pretty sure he's quite out of it as he has asked both Sue and myself to marry him several times, even suggesting a sister wives type of pairing. Now, while his flattery makes us feel wonderful, we know it's the liquor talking. We just couldn't see the dear boy left alone to be carted off or arrested for public intoxication so we got the hotel involved and they found you. He told us you were on a date with a… Oh Sue, how did it put it?" Emily asked her friend and the woman spoke up and took over the conversation.

"A total hottie I think it was, and he said she had great breasts," Sue said with a light blush tingeing her pale cheeks. "I'm so sorry we interrupted your evening but he was just too sweet to leave here to the elements. He was a dear thing who made us feel young again." Sue finished up as she gently squeezed Emmett's hand and patted him on the head.

"Come on…marry me," Emmett slurred to Sue as he looked up at her, his eyes not even focusing on anyone.

"Could I assist you in memorializing this evening? If either of you ladies has a cell phone I'd gladly take photos for you before I cart him off upstairs," Edward suggested knowing full well that he was going to take a picture with his own phone as well to have blackmail ammunition later if needed.

Both women did and pulled them out of their purses. Before Edward could take the photo, the hotel staff informed him it wasn't allowed, but the manager who had been standing by and laughing to himself waved them off. Edward nodded his thanks and then started snapping pictures with both ladies phones, including one where they each kissed him on his cheeks. Edward finished it off with several photos on his phone, and then thanked Sue and Emily for taking care of his brother as he and a member of the staff helped him up from the table since he was so large. As they were walking off, Emmett yelled over his shoulder at the two women.

"LOVE YOU!"

Edward just laughed loudly, already devising a plan to use the situation for years to come. It wasn't that his brother had his arms around two nice women, or that he had gotten drunk, or even that he had proposed to them in his drunken state. What made the situation so epically awesome was that the women were more than old enough to be his grandmothers. It was like Emmett had stumbled upon a few Golden Girls and the drunker he got the younger they became.

Edward was still laughing to himself as he and the employee got Emmett to the elevator, up to the suite, and then collapsed on one of the beds in the attached room. Edward had decided to put him in there so he and Bella could have the seating area and larger TV to watch if she decided that she just wanted to chill in his room.

He got cleaned up to get ready for Bella, smiling to himself when his phone signaled a text. She said that she'd be there about 12:30, getting done earlier than she expected. She wanted to just hang out in Edward's room so he texted the number to her. Then he started to straighten up Emmett's mess, making sure to grab some of his clothes to change into when he finally passed out that night.

Just as he was done tidying up the place, there was a knock at the suite door. Edward checked his phone, seeing that it was only midnight, and wondered if Bella was there even earlier than she had anticipated. Edward eagerly jogged to the door and opened it before he checked through the peep hole. There was a woman on the other side of the door, but it wasn't the one he had been expecting. Leaning against his door frame, a bag slung over her shoulder, was none other than Rosalie Hale.

"You ran off so fast that we didn't get to finish our date, sugar," she said as she walked into the suite, over to the large bed, and laid back on it making herself comfortable without so much as an invitation.

"Fuck!" Edward exclaimed as he realized the potential shit-storm that was brewing with Bella on her way and Rosalie Hale lying across his bed. He was well and truly screwed.

Oh hell! And the shit begins to hit the fan. But how funny was Emmett with the two older ladies? Proposing and everything. I just love him, he's such a dork. And Edward got more than he expected from the date with Rosalie, seeing that she wasn't just a slutty woman, that she had dreams and aspirations and everything. See you soon with more. Hopefully Wednesday but definitely next weekend!