Happy "Get-Out-Of-The-Red-For-Businesses" Friday! Whatever…I shop online anyhow since it's so damn cold where I live. and shipping is free.

A huge thanks as always to Team Coffee Girl: Brie, Kitchmill, Jen, Kelly, and Kim. I made a few changes after the fact, so any additional errors are mine but I like the changes, so deal. Kay? Kay.

Note for this chapter: My beta, Brie, is so fabulous that she knows the facts about where shows are filmed because she lives down there and works in the industry, so in this chapter I'm taking creative license on my story because of what Google Maps showed me on the building across from where I said they were filming. So please don't send me notes saying that show isn't recorded there because I already know. My bad. Again…deal with it because I really do try to stay true to real life facts.

Like I said last time, today is Freddie Prinze Jr. He's quiet, kept to himself, but was an excellent tipper. Always came in for Sarah's drink when she couldn't. The respect he showed was awesome; he didn't think he was better than us, so it was nice.

Chapter Nine

November had arrived and with it came slightly cooler temperatures. The leaves on the ash trees had changed from their vibrant greens to rusty reds, bright yellows, or bland browns and began falling to the ground faster than they could be raked up. The Santa Ana winds were ripping through the valley while the weathermen and women talked about the El Niño or La Niña storm fronts they were expecting but had never shown up in the twenty-one years I'd lived here.

School was school. I studied, did my homework, and repeated the process, just like I had for the last seventeen years. I was actually to the point of wondering what the first thing I would do was when I had no projects or papers due anymore might be.

Would I sit down and watch the television I missed? Was The Real World even still on? That was the last reality show I saw back in high school. It was a real factor in my virtue staying intact. Some of those, girls—because ladies was too good of a word to use—were whores. I did not plan on spending my college years on my back, trying to find a cock that could hit it just right.

Even though I did consider myself a virgin, I broke my hymen with my trusty rabbit, a gift I bought myself on my eighteenth birthday. No, I didn't masturbate every day, but when the pressure built up, I knew how to relieve it. 'A woman should know how to take care of herself,' my mom repeated many times during my teen years when Dad had night shifts at work. It was one of the few sound pieces of advice she ever gave, and I was glad I listened.

I couldn't wait to taunt Edward with images of me pleasuring myself. That would be a fun time indeed.

We had spent many nights talking since we came back from our romantic weekend away. We had walked along the beach the next night while the sun was setting. Edward had even taken a cue from my idea of pizza and planned a picnic on the beach for us. We munched on fruit and cheese, and warmed up with a rich bottle merlot from one of the local wineries in Santa Ynez.

I never spoke of my growing feelings, or the fact that I was sure I was falling in love. He still called me 'love' on occasion, but I didn't think he realized he was doing it. We made out like teenagers as the water lapped against the sand. The tide was higher than it had been lately due to the full moon.

I wanted to break all my promises to myself, allow him to make love to me with the fire roaring in our room, but Edward didn't feel I was ready. Deep inside, I knew he was right. I still wanted the fairy tale…minus the glass slippers. So we waited and my rabbit was getting a workout now that I was back home and away from the romantic setting that made me want to say 'screw morals!'

While I pondered my virginity status, the day for my visit to his set arrived. I was nervous, excited, and dying to see Edward in his element. I drove my little Civic down Lankershim Boulevard and turned into the gate two entrance for Universal's backlot. It was the main entrance, and anyone who came through here would be in awe of the area. Once I had secured my visitor's badge and had mirrors slid under my car to look for possible bombs—which freaked me out—I drove down the main drag.

It was like being in a small town. People waved as you passed them by. Palm trees lined the street, and the farther you drove the more chances you had to see where stars' assigned parking spots were. I wanted to weep with joy when I passed by Angelica Huston's spot. That woman played mean and nasty so damn well. She screamed theatre star, and while I wasn't a huge musical fan, I knew she was über talented.

I passed Stage 30, where Edward was filming, on my way to my designated parking area. Once I was set, I exited my car and began my longish walk back the way I came from. I carried the pass that had been printed for me in my hand, scared that if I put it in my purse I wouldn't be able to find it. It was huge, like a postcard size ticket that you would get for rides at a carnival or in this case, the golden ticket that led me straight to Eddie.

I looked around, stunned by all the people who were fluttering about. Golf carts carrying production people to their destinations whizzed by me as I looked at all the billboards on the sides of the stage buildings, oblivious to everything as I stared in awe. They advertised shows like Parks and Recreation, Grimm, and Covert Affairs. The Voice was even recorded right across the way from where Edward was filming.

Trailers lined the parking spaces across the way from the stage, and I wondered if Edward might be in one of them. I pulled out my phone and dialed his number; at this point, I was completely unsure of where to go.

"Hello, coffee girl, where are you?" His voice was like butter, melting my panties right off.

"I'm standing across from the trailers in front of Stage 30. I don't know where to go from here." I practically had to shout over the noises surrounding me.

"Okay, just stay right there and I'll come find you." I agreed and we hung up.

I was so mesmerized by the possibility of seeing the sexy Adam Levine or even a drunk Blake Shelton that I never heard the person approach from behind me.

A pair of hands clasped onto my waist, startling me, and I screamed. When they let go, I turned and was caught up in Edward's eyes. They were filled with mirth and the smile he wore was barely holding back the ripple of laughter that begged to break free.

"You asshole!" I smacked him on the chest as those around us went back to what they were doing before my blood curdling scream. "I should just head over to The Voice set and see if Adam or Blake could use a cup of coffee, you know, since I'm so good at making it. Heck, there's even a fully stocked espresso bar set up courtesy of the Bux."

The growl he let loose and the speed in which he pulled me into his arms caught me off guard. "You're my coffee girl!"

"Yours?" It was a question, not a statement. We hadn't had the exclusivity conversation before this—even if he'd mentioned forever— and it was a bit daunting that it was happening at Universal.

"Yes." His tone was serious as he caressed my cheek. "I'd like to call you mine."

Would I ever not swoon in this man's presence?

"I think I would like that as well. Maybe even shout it from the rooftop of the soundstage." We both ended up laughing hysterically at that. I was way too shy to do something like that and he knew it as well as I did.

"So you're my girl. My coffee girl."

"And you're my Eddie."

No, it hadn't been the ideal time or place for such heartfelt conversations, but we never did anything the way it was supposed to be done.

"Hey, Little Cullen?" a thunderous voice yelled.

Edward turned to the large man and jerked his head in the universal way guys were known to say, 'What's up?'

"You're needed back on set."

He nodded. "Be right there!" Edward turned back to me. "Ready to see me in action?"

"You bet your sweet ass I am."

He tossed his head back and roared with laughter. When it was all under control again, he kissed my forehead. "Never stop surprising me, coffee girl."

He took a hold of my hand and led me through the heavy door and onto the set. "Watch your step. Lots of wires to trip on."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not that hopeless."

"Keep telling yourself that."

Once I was safely sitting in the seat that had been set up for me next to Edward's directors chair, he walked off for his scene.

The gray haired man he approached was dressed in all black, and I assumed he was the director. They chatted back and forth before Edward took his mark. Shouts of 'silence' and 'action' sounded throughout the soundstage and the speed in which the noise disappeared was amazing. My eyes flitted back and forth as I watched everyone take their places.

With the distance between the set and me, I couldn't hear the words they were saying, but I could feel the angst and drama as they acted. The blonde bombshell, who I guessed was Rosalie, smacked Edward, and I almost couldn't contain my gasp of surprise. It was odd how overprotective I had become over him. I wanted to hit her; at least, that was all I wanted to do until he pulled her in for a searing kiss, and then I wanted to scratch her eyes out.

I had never felt such rage and jealousy before. It burned and I didn't even feel the tears flowing down my face before I shot out of the chair as quietly as I could and tried to find my way out of that place. I needed air…badly.

It wasn't that I was upset from the whole scene; it was more of a shock to witness. We had just claimed each other―not in the biblical sense, though―and there he was, kissing someone else. It really was just a daunting moment.

"It's not easy to see, is it?" I jumped at the voice speaking to me.

When I turned and saw a behemoth sized man with dark curls and sparkling blue eyes again, I froze.

Who is he? "Excuse me?"

"I mean, watching someone you love kiss someone else. It's not easy to watch, even if they're only doing their job. I hate watching Rosie with other guys, but I hate it even more because it's my brother this time."

Emmett, my internal voice stated.

"No, I can't imagine it ever gets easier to watch, regardless of it being their jobs." I wiped at the tears that had escaped my eyes. "I'm Bella, by the way."

"Oh, I know who you are, coffee girl. Mom described you perfectly." It was my turn to groan.

"Please don't let Edward hear you call me that. He'll flip his shit."

"I know." The evil smile that graced his face was no match for his dimples. I couldn't help but laugh because he wasn't scary anymore. He looked like one of those giant teddy bears you could win from the fair if you managed to knock down all the milk bottles at one time.

Our moment was broken when Edward called out to me. "Bella!" The relief of finding me was written all over his face. "Where did you go?"

"I couldn't watch you kiss Rose anymore." I sighed at my silliness. "Not exactly how I pictured the first scene I ever saw you act in."

"Oops. I'm sorry. You're not leaving, are you?"

I shook my head. "No. Your brother was just keeping me company."

"Yeah, Eddie. Coffee girl and I were just getting to know one another." Emmett wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to his side.

Normally I found Edward's growls sexy, but this one was full of anger. "Don't call her that. And don't call me Eddie!"

Edward attempted to pull me from under Emmett's meaty arm and I ended up being used as a tug-of-war rope between the two men. Normally I would have found this funny, but my arms were starting to hurt.

"Would you two stop this before you dislocate one, if not both, of my shoulders?" They dropped their hands so fast that the movement made me fall to the ground, causing scrapes to cover the palms of my hands. I hissed in pain and they both collapsed next to me and began bickering.

If this is what it was like to have siblings, I was glad I was an only child.

None of us noticed the tram of strangers snapping pictures of the incident as it happened.

So there you have it…It's not a cliffy really. More funny than anything, so don't read into it too much. As for all the comments about Renee, as kooky as she is, she would never betray her daughter and that's all I will say about her.

Thank you for all the continued love and support! Until Tuesday! xx Dee