A/N: Thanks to everyone who has already followed this story so quickly! This has spurred me on to bring you the next chapter - more to come soon. Please R&R. Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight (as I'm sure you know by now!).

Chapter 2 – Mr. January (cont'd)

"OK, I think that's a wrap," said Bella, lowering her camera. She'd actually got the shot she needed for the calendar very early on in the shoot but she was having way too much fun to tell Emmett to stop and get dressed. She was pretty sure he was, too. He certainly wasn't rushing to put his robe on again.

"So, how was it for you?" he grinned, swaggering – yes, he was swaggering – towards her, still butt-naked. This was one body-confident dude.

"The hottest January I've ever seen," replied Bella, her voice husky with desire. Maybe Rosalie was right. Maybe this was just what the doctor ordered. Her breath quickened. "Do you want to take a look at some of the shots?"

"Sure, I'd love to." They walked over to Bella's laptop, where she had already uploaded the photos. Emmett apparently still didn't feel the need to cover himself up. As they bent over the small screen, Bella felt her bare arm brush against his. It was like an electric shock; she felt a jolt of lust. But Emmett made no attempt to move away. Instead, he moved in closer to Bella and leaned across her to point at one of the pictures.

"That one looks great, don't you think?" he said quietly, so close to Bella's ear, that she could feel the tiny hairs stand up on the back of her neck. She could sense him looking at her, not the laptop screen, waiting for her reaction. Unable yet to turn round and face him, she peered intently at the picture Emmett had pointed out. It did look great. In the photo, Emmett was seductively running his hands over his gorgeous body, his mouth slightly open in apparent pleasure, his startling blue eyes staring straight down the camera. Straight at Bella. She gulped.

Was it her imagination or had Emmett moved in even closer? She could smell his fresh-scented cologne and feel his hot breath on her cheek. Her whole body felt alive with a tingling feeling. The proximity of his muscular nakedness was calling to her senses. She wanted to feel his arms around her, to feel skin on skin. She slowly started to turn around…

"One tall skinny vanilla latte for Bella!"

Crap!

"Uh… Edward! You found Starbucks okay then?" Bella moved quickly to extricate herself from what she worried would look like a compromising position to her new assistant. The last thing she wanted was for Edward to run back to Auntie Esme with stories of her unprofessionalism. One word from the formidable Esme Cullen and her career would be ruined.

In her rush to move away from the laptop, she didn't count on Emmett moving at the same time and suddenly felt her hand brush up against the hot, soft skin of the model's manhood. What had seemed so desirable just seconds ago, suddenly felt alien and strange. Before she knew what she was doing, Bella jumped back with a little squeal. "Oh shit… er… sorry!"

Emmett glared at her, his flirty blue eyes suddenly turning cold. She was pretty sure he wasn't angry at her accidental touch – more like her accidental reaction. "Are we done here?" he asked, flatly.

"Um, yes. I guess we are." Stupid, stupid, stupid. She'd blown it. Things had been going so well with Emmett and in a split second the mood was killed. All because of that idiot Cullen kid. She was going to kill Rosalie for failing to mention this little annoyance would be tagging along.

Emmett stalked off to find his clothes, leaving Bella to face Edward, hoping he hadn't witnessed the humiliating incident. Judging by his stifled snickering, he had. Unable to think of a witty retort to make light of the situation, Bella just pretended like nothing happened. "So, you got my coffee?" she asked coldly.

"Yep, here you go. It even has your name on it. I gotta admit, I felt pretty stupid telling them my name was 'Bella' but it ain't Starbucks if it doesn't have your name on it, right?" He smiled sheepishly.

"Right," said Bella, pleasantly surprised at the gesture. It was stupid, she knew, but she always got a kick out of drinking a coffee with her name on. She noticed the barista had even drawn a little flower on her cup, too. Huh? Cute. "Thanks, Edward."

"No problem," he shrugged. "What are interns for?" Bella tried to detect a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but actually he seemed sincere. Strange. She'd been a bit of bitch to Edward today but he didn't seem deterred. Was he really that big of a fan of hers? Or just plain dumb? Either way, she'd have to try harder to put him off from showing up at the other shoots. She'd already failed the first step in Rosalie's challenge – she couldn't have this passion killer ruining the next eleven.

"Ok guys, I'm outta here. Got to catch the game." It was Emmett. Bella knew she should do something to bring this back on track – offer to go watch the game with him, give him her number, anything. But the moment was gone; the feeling that was so quickly ignited in her when Emmett had slipped out of his robe was well and truly doused. She muttered a quick 'thanks' and let him go.

Rosalie was going to be so disappointed with her – she had fallen at the first hurdle. And Bella found she was disappointed in herself. She hadn't been sure she was ready to take on Rose's challenge. Firstly, she'd had no idea if she would be able to seduce a guy. Her and Mike had been high school sweethearts – they'd starting dating after he shyly asked her to the Spring Dance. She'd never needed to flirt with anyone before. But with Emmett she'd found it surprisingly easy… and fun. Then there'd been the fact that she'd never slept with anyone but Mike. Well, technically she still hadn't. But the feeling of lust and possibility that had washed over her today had been delicious and irresistible. She was ready for this – and now she was more determined than ever. Bring on Mr. February!