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Word on the street is that Forks' most eligible bachelor, Edward Cullen, prospective CEO of Cullen Corp is in search of a wife.

Smooches

Alice Knows All

"There's a customer at table eight," Rose says, tilting her head toward the back of the diner.

I lean over so I can see past her. There's a too-put-together man occupying the booth in the far corner, one of my tables, and he looks out of place. Like just being here will somehow dull his shiny exterior.

"You can take him," I tell her, knowing I might be passing up a good tip. "I'm not in the mood to be treated like a servant tonight."

"Not on your life," Rose replies, her jaw working overtime on her gum. "That kind of man likes to get handsy, and I'll end up getting fired again if that happens."

I swallow down my annoyance and smooth my hair. Rose gives me a look, and I shake my head as I grab a pitcher of water and a clean cup. When I'm close enough to make out the man's features, I realize he's much more handsome than the usual balding rich pricks who visit this place.

"Hi," I say shakily as I pour water into the dull brown plastic cup and set it on the table. I don't expect him to touch it—they never do—but I'm required to always hand it out. "My name is Bella, and I'll be your waitress today." I grab a menu from the holder near the window and hand it to him with a smile. It's the first time I make eye contact, and my next words come out garbled because of how truly stunning he is. "C-can I-I get you a coffee?"

His tongue pokes out and wets his lips, his eyes never leaving mine as he reaches for the glass of water. After a sip, he sets it back on the table and smiles.

A swarm of butterflies takes flight inside my stomach, and the floating sensation makes me woozy. I wobble on my feet before shaking myself out of the weirdness. This strange man is wielding his beauty like a sword, piercing it into my soul.

"No thank you on the coffee," he says, voice like butter. "But I'd love a slice of pie. Do you have a recommendation?"

My mouth pops open, but the words hang in the air. I'm caught off guard by his easy-going demeanor. "Uh, s-sure," I say, taking a deep breath to collect myself. "I'd suggest apple, but we have an amazing pecan, also."

"I'll take a slice of each." He shoves the plastic-coated menu back into the slit and clasps his hands on the tabletop. His eyes roam to my nametag, and he smiles up at me. "Thank you, Bella."

The words leave his lips like spun silk, and I stand there, gaping at him for entirely too long. "Y-you're welcome," I finally utter as I hurry away, completely flummoxed.

"What the hell was that?" Rose is in my ear as soon as I get back to the counter.

"I don't know," I reply, nearly dropping a saucer from my hands shaking so badly. "His proximity is making me stupid."

"It should," Rose says, fiddling with her phone. "He's Forks' most eligible bachelor. And idk how true it is, but Alice Knows All says he's in need of a bride."

I glance at the picture she holds up, and my eyes nearly bug out of my head. If I thought he was handsome sitting there looking up at me with serious eyes and sweet smiles, it's nothing compared to his image from the gossip rag. He's powerful like a lion, sleek like a black mamba, and pretty like a peacock. Confidence leaks from his image like a faucet, and excess exudes from his pores.

My nerves go into overdrive as I cut him a slice of apple pie and add it to one saucer before doing the same with the pecan. "Why in the hell would you show me that?" I glare at Rose, a shaky plate in each hand. "I'm barely keeping it together as it is."

"You've got this, Bella," Rose says, neatening my hair. "This tip could pay your rent this week."

I narrow my eyes. "If he tips at all. A lot of these rich dickheads don't."

"Edward Cullen is not about to let his name get dragged through the mud over a hundred-dollar tip." She unclips the top snap on my shirt and adjusts my boobs. "There you go. It's the best I can do under the circumstances."

"Oh, you mean the stupid red and white striped polyester?" I'm being sarcastic, but at least her insanity has cured my case of nerves.

As I turn to leave, she smacks my ass. "Get him, girlie."

I'm rolling my eyes as I start his way, a plate secured in each hand, so I don't quite see the douche who blocks my path until it's too late. I smash into him, and both plates crash to the floor and shatter.

"Watch it, bitch," the man spits.

"I-I'm so s-sorry," I stutter, dropping to my knees. "I d-didn't see you there."

"You would've if you'd check your tables," he yells, hovering over me. "I've been waiting on a server for over ten minutes."

"I apologize." Inside my head, I add, "Prick."

Get it together Bella, I chastise myself as I start cleaning the mess.

Hi!

This is my Christmas fic.

Looks like it's going to land right around 30, so we'll start now. I'll post again Mon, Tues, and Wed… then we'll skip to Monday after Thanksgiving to really dig into it.

I hope you like it :)