Good day my favorite people! This is my favorite Friday of the year! It's my husband's company Christmas party tonight. They give away the most awesome gift and it's set up as Monte Carlo Night! Gambling, baby!

Thank you for reading and reviewing. I will reply to them all once the story is complete because if my schedule was bad before, it's about to get chaotic until the New Year! lol

Also a quick thank you to Team Coffee Girl: Brie, Kitchmill, Jen, Kelly, and Kim. You ladies rock.

Now, since I mentioned the Almost Amy show, I'll introduce you to Mark Ballas, also known as the Texan with an English accent. He's a total cutie with a nose too big for his face. Really nice guy who took pictures with us and also autographed my CD for me. His dad was there as well and the resemblance between them is so uncanny. Corky could have been his brother instead of his father. Derek is up next.

Chapter Fifteen

The rest of Christmas Eve with the Cullens passed without much fanfare. Dinner was delicious as always, and we spent the rest of the night laughing—at least we did when Edward and I weren't inside our "bubble of love," as Emmett had begun to call the zoning out we did when we looked into each other's eyes.

After Edward's family left, we went into my bedroom so we could exchange gifts. Before he sat down, he took in the little things in my room, like the white shelves that covered one of my peach walls. He moved closer to check out the pictures. There was one of my maternal grandparents and me at the beach when I was younger and before they passed away. Another one was of my parents and me at my high school graduation and one of me on stage singing the song I wrote for the concert I performed in last year. Little knickknacks from my childhood mingled with the pictures along with medals and awards from summer camps long ago. Even my tap shoes from my two failed attempt at dance class still resided on those shelves.

It was odd to have Edward Cullen, the actor, in my room, but it was even stranger to have Edward Cullen, my boyfriend, in there.

He glided his fingers over the keys of my keyboard, but no sound came out because it was turned off. Not much had changed in the room since I was a child. The bed was bigger; no longer did I have the iron daybed, but a full size bed with a whitewashed wicker headboard that was a hand-me-down from my grandmother. The mattress was new, but the headboard had been hers. I loved pillows and slept with no less than seven every night—two of which were body pillows that I kept on either side of myself to hug while I slept.

When he plopped down, he sunk deep into my featherbed. "Holy hell, woman. A guy could disappear in all this fluff."

I giggled. "Every woman has their vices, and you've just found mine. My bed is my haven of bliss."

When he finally got situated, he said, "Do you mind if I go first?" I shook my head and he handed me a small box that had been wrapped in snowflake-covered paper. I wasn't one of those girls who took her time and carefully opened her gifts; I tore into the paper and pulled out a red jewelry box. When I opened it, I gasped.

"Wow." It was a trio of hearts that were linked together in three different shades of gold: yellow, rose, and white. The white gold heart was inlaid with diamonds. It was absolutely stunning.

Edward went on to explain that the three colors of gold represented love, fidelity, and friendship. "To me, that is exactly what a partner in life should be. You should know that with my love comes my faithfulness and my friendship. You will always be all three of those to me."

I wanted to cry, but instead I choked out a thank you and lightly kissed his lips before I picked up the present I had wrapped for him. To say I was nervous and excited for him to see my gift was an understatement. His gift hadn't actually cost me anything, but that didn't mean it wasn't worth something. I just hoped he liked it.

I watched as he carefully opened it; he was the exact opposite of me when it came to tackling presents, and it made me smile. I wrung my hands nervously as I watched him.

"Holy fuck! Is this...is it...oh my...wow." I guess he was a bit speechless. "Is this real? Is it really a copy of The Godfather script signed by Al fucking Pacino?"

"Yes. Well, no, it's not a copy. It's actually one of Al's original copies. He gave it to me," I replied, shocking the hell out of him.

"How the hell did you meet him?" I would have been pissed at how he was speaking, but the reverence in which he was taking in the gift made it obvious it was more about wonder and jealousy than it was about doubt.

"He came in for coffee. I struck up a conversation with him and explained how my boyfriend is his biggest fan and that I had been searching high and low to try and find you a gift, a man who could buy himself almost anything. He told me I made the most delicious cup of coffee he had ever tasted and offered to help me out. He asked when I worked next and I told him…I didn't think much of it, but when I arrived the next day Angela told me there was a package that had been delivered for me.

"When I opened it, I was stunned. There was a note inside the box—" I went and grabbed the note from my desk and handed it to Edward, who was still looking at the script in awe. I repeated the words in my head that were written on the card; I had memorized it after reading them over and over again in shock and awe.

Bella,

Thank you for the wonderful coffee. I think you have a customer for life.

I hope your boyfriend Edward enjoys this, it's from my private collection. I'm an old man, might as well pass it down to the next generation of up and coming actors.

I wish Edward all the luck with his career…who knows, maybe we'll even work together in the future.

Yours, Al

"Holy crap! You have a letter from the man himself!" He growled when I assumed a particular thought must have crossed his mind. "You're mine, coffee girl. I won't share."

I giggled out, "Yours." Men and their egos.

"Seriously though, thank you. This is the coolest gift I've ever received. I love you."

"I love you, too. And I love the added perks I get from being a coffee girl."

"My coffee girl."

I shook my head at his foolishness. "Yes, yours."

~o~o~o~

New Year's Eve had arrived. Edward had originally planned to spend the night at home with his family and me, but Jasper had booked an appearance for him at the nightclub Pure in Las Vegas. To say he was pissed would have been an understatement. He didn't care about the money he was being paid to be there, he just wanted to spend the night together. This put a damper on our festivities, but he begged me to go with him, and I agreed. This would be our first outing as a couple, and to say I was frightened would have been an epic lie.

In the end, the whole family decided to go, minus Carlisle and Esme. Rose took me shopping for a dress right after the change in plans had been announced. We found the perfect one—according to Rose anyway—at Hervé Leger. It was black and white and clung to my body like a second layer of skin with a plunging v-neck that left very little to the imagination. I had been completely intimidated by the dress, and after she paid for it with Edward's credit card, it was the most expensive piece of clothing I had ever owned. Heck, it was probably still more expensive than every article of clothing I had at home added together.

She also insisted on Edward buying shoes to go with it. While I wasn't a label whore, I knew Jimmy Choo was expensive, so I told her not to tell me the price of the strappy rhinestone covered heels she liked best. When she said I need special lingerie for the outfit, that's where I drew the line...I could get that myself.

After all, Edward and I had not had sex…yet.

So we parted ways after she dropped me off and I began packing for the trip. I wanted to be ready when Edward arrived in the morning. Before I passed out, I made sure I was hair free and groomed in case tomorrow turned out to be the night I gave myself to him. I mean, he already said we would be getting married, so why wait?

When I woke up the next morning, I was chocked full of excitement, and well as nerves. The nice part was that we were flying out of Van Nuys, since we were going on a private jet. That alone would be a first, not to mention I would officially be on Edward's arm and he would be outing us. The thing I was dreading the most was seeing Alice and Jasper again. I always believed second impressions were more telling than firsts because people could be having a bad day and not acting like themselves, so I was praying that Thanksgiving had been a fluke. I wouldn't be speaking to her until she spoke to me first though, that was for sure.

When Edward arrived, I jumped into his arms. He was quickly becoming the best part of my days.

"Good morning, love. You ready?"

I nodded. "If you could grab my bags, I'll grab the coffees I made for us."

"That's it?" he asked when he saw the small carry-on suitcase and the hanging garment bag.

"Yep. Why?"

He shook his head. "No reason. I love you."

"Okay." I shrugged and turned toward the kitchen. Looking over my shoulder, I replied back, "I love you too."

The ride to the airport was fast; everyone was already there and had boarded when we arrived. I hugged Rose and Emmett, but said nothing to Alice and Jasper because they didn't acknowledge me either. I decided even their second impressions sucked.

The jet was amazing. Huge, plush leather seats were scattered throughout, and it even had a couch. I knew I was beyond spoiled now.

Right after we were told we could move about the cabin, Alice called Edward over to discuss the details of the evening. I could tell he was close to breaking and doing something he would regret, so I told him it was fine and that I would go sit with Em and Rose.

They kept him occupied the rest of the flight, but I didn't mind. This was work for him and I understood that. He wasn't happy about it, though, which was written all over his face. I was wondering when he would reach that breaking point because it was obviously coming.

The stretch hummer that picked us up was a bit much, but it was owned by Caesar's Palace, where we were staying. Checking in was easier than it ever was for my parents and me when we traveled: no waiting in lines. We were escorted straight to a private elevator that took us directly up to our suite.

It was honestly something out of a movie. Two stories, multiple bedrooms, and a view to die for.

"Which room are we staying in?" I asked.

"You will be on the couch," Alice announced.

"Excuse me?" Edward hissed.

"You always stay on the couch when the five of us travel. Why would this time be any different?" It was decided, Alice really was a bitch.

"Well, this time is different, Alice. We will be in the master and Rose and Em will be in the other. You and Jasper can take the couches."

She screeched like a macaw. "That's not acceptable!"

"Deal with it. Your husband booked this gig without my approval. Maybe next time you'll think about the fact that I am no longer traveling solo and I will not bend to your will as I have in the past." God, he was so hot when he was angry.

"Fine."

Edward turned and led me up the white marble staircase to where the rooms were. Once our stuff was put away, I jumped onto the bed. It wasn't as nice as mine, but it would do.

Edward joined me on the bed, but before anything besides kissing could start there was a knock at the door. With a groan, Edward yelled for whoever it was to come in.

"Come on, Bella. We've got an appointment down in the spa," Rose said as she pulled me from the bed.

"But...but…" I turned to Edward who just shrugged. "You're no help, Eddie."

"I just know when to pick my battles, coffee girl."

I growled as I followed her down the stairs.

"Suck it up. It's time to get sexified for your man."

Well, I guess she told me.

A/N: I know what you're all thinking...Al Pacino would never buy his own coffee, and I would probably agree with you, but this is fiction. I when I researched the two stars I was debating between, Al won because he does live in LA. So, the bottom line is just read and enjoy my little make believe world…It's how I roll.

Thanks for everthing! See you all on Christmas Eve. xx Dee