I’m the first to admit that I don’t really know anything about taking a woman out on a date. I never really had to bother with all the trappings before, even when I was human. I’d meet one at a bar, talk her up, get her in bed and go on my merry fucking way. No harm, no foul. The one time I didn’t hold to this standard, I ended up with a contrary newborn vampire who refused to do anything normal. I wasn’t exactly anxious to deviate from my routine again but if I was going to teach Bella a lesson, I’d have to step outside of my comfort zone and become Mr. Perfect for a night. There was no doubt in my mind I could handle that shit.
“So you really don’t give a damn if I take Angela out?” I asked again, disbelief still coloring my tone. I mean what the fuck? She said she wanted me, I hadn’t imagined that or her reaction to me whenever I touched her.
Bella shook her head emphatically. “Of course not!” Then the smile slipped from her gorgeous little face. Good! She finally fucking gets it. Here we go, tell me you don’t want me to spend a minute with another woman. You know it’s true. “As long as you don’t plan on doing to her what you did to me!” Well it wasn’t quite what I wanted to hear but it was a start, I guess.
“Which part of what I did to you?” I asked, leering at her as I remembered the feel of that warm body moving underneath me.
“Biting her, killing her, making her into a vampire,” she gripped both my forearms in her hands as she looked up at me imploringly. “Please don’t do that to someone else, it isn’t fair, Edward.” Jesus fucking Christ, I ask for some jealousy and I get another lecture on my damn diet and the little fact that I didn’t talk to her about turning her. Would I ever live this shit down? “You’ll just take her out and then take her home, right?”
I glared at her. Who the fuck did she think I was? Hadn’t we just had a discussion about the fact that I thought Angela was nice and that I didn’t kill people who didn’t deserve it? Did she pay a shred of attention to anything I said? Maybe I should turn Angela, bring her home with me and start my own little harem. Of course, Bella would undoubtedly fuck it up for me. She’d take Angela aside and convince her to join her on her stupid human blood strike and they’d both cockblock me. That would fucking suck and be just my luck. No thank you, one of them was more than enough.
“I thought I made it clear that I don’t kill people without a reason, Bella,” I told her through clenched teeth. “Did you fucking hear a word I just said?”
She held up a hand. “Yes, I did. Calm down; don’t get your panties in a twist. I was just making sure. You didn’t plan to keep me either yet here we are.”
“And you’re more than enough trouble on your own. I don’t need two of you ganging up on me.” Panties in a twist…fucking bullshit. I’d twist her panties when I yanked them off her body. She sure as fuck wouldn’t be asking me to spend time with another woman if she’d let me put my hands on her again. And she wouldn’t be ragging on me about my diet or anything else for that matter. A good romp would make both of us feel better, I knew it. But no, she had to try to change me. Why did women always try that bullshit? I’d heard many a human man bitch about it but this was my first go-round with the situation. I was perfect all on my own and didn’t need to change, not even for her.
Before she could start bitching at me about something else, I took out my cell phone and dialed information to get the number to the NYU Med Center. I punched in the numbers and froze for a second. What the fuck was Angela’s last name? I skimmed through my memory of the time with her and remembered in my proposal I called her Angela Weber. Bella watched me expressionlessly as I asked for Angela. I hoped she was still working; it had only been a couple hours since I left her.
“Hello,” came a soft, tentative voice. Yeah, that was her.
“Angela? This is Jason, the guy from earlier,” I made my own voice sound a bit unsure; it wouldn’t do to sound too overconfident right now.
“Jason?” there was a note of alarm in tone. What the hell was that all about? “Listen, I can’t get you anymore…they’re already asking questions about what you wanted. I’m sorry but I gave you all I could.”
Oh, she thought I was trying to use her again. Yeah, she did remind me of Bella, who at the moment was mouthing something at me. “I don’t want any more blood, Angela. Thank you so much for what you…ow!” Bella kicked my shin. “Can you hang on for a second?” I didn’t give her a chance to respond, placing my call on hold. “What the fuck was that for?” I demanded.
“I was trying to tell you that she thought you were going to ask her for more, that you wanted to use her again, but you figured it out yourself.” Yes, I did because I was not a fucking moron. At least she had the decency to look a little chagrined.
“Last time I checked, I didn’t have the IQ of a fucking snail so yes, I think I could figure that out for myself. Now can I finish asking the girl out or would you like to do it for me? I’m sure she’d find that quite charming, having my…whatever you are, propositioning her for me.”
She had the audacity to roll her eyes at me. “Get back on the phone, you’re making her wait too long,” she hissed. Like it was my fucking fault the girl was on hold? I wasn’t the one kicking people under the table. Jesus Christ, I needed a drink. Sadly that was not an option.
I scowled at her and pressed the button to release the hold. “Angela, I’m so sorry about that. My roommate is a total pest and wouldn’t leave me alone.” Bella huffed quietly next to me and I bit back a laugh. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,” I got a glare at that one; “I wasn’t calling to ask for more blood, though I do appreciate your help with that. You’re a lifesaver, truly.” My tone was warm and I put some of my natural sexiness into it as well. Bella nodded in satisfaction. She was so fucking weird. I’d take the phone away from her and destroy it before she could speak to a guy the way I was Angela.
“Oh, well you’re welcome. You didn’t have to call just to thank me. Really I was happy to help. I hope you do well on your test.”
“You made it possible, Angela. I can’t thank you enough.” Bella kicked me again. What the fuck? I looked at her and this time I could read her lips, which I still wanted to kiss despite her sudden penchant for physical abuse. I was such a fucking masochist. Don’t make it sound like you’re only asking her out because she helped you. What was I, a pimply fifteen year old about to ask a girl to his first dance? Have a little fucking faith, woman.
“I’m going to be busy with school for the next couple of days but I was wondering if you’d like to go out on Friday night? I’d really like to see you again once my work is all done.” There, that was smooth as fucking hell.
Bella shook her head at the same time that Angela responded, after a slight gasp. “Oh, you don’t have to take me out to thank me, Jason. Really, you don’t owe me anything.” Bella shot me a look that clearly told me I was a fucking failure. What was wrong with these two? Maybe I should send them both to counseling to work on their self esteem. They were fucking ridiculous.
“Angela, I’m not asking you out because I have to, I’m asking because I want to.” Was that fucking clear enough for either of them? Bella managed to look somewhat pleased but was her even less confident counterpart on the same page with her? Why were nice girls so fucking complicated?
“Really?” there was still doubt in her tone but at least I could detect a little bit of excitement in her breathlessness as well. That or she was going to fucking pass out from disbelief. That would be par for the course at this point.
I let out a gentle chuckle, not showing any of my irritation. I deserved a fucking Academy Award for that shit too. “Yes, really. You seem like a very sweet girl and I’d like to get to know you better.” The sugar in my voice would have melted the coldest heart. This better fucking work or I’d just say fuck it to the whole thing. Why I was going along with it was beyond me. I glanced at Bella who was smiling at me and remembered why the hell I was doing it. Because she had some strange power over me that I didn’t begin to understand. I was so fucking whipped.
“I’m not sure…”
“Are you off this weekend?” I interrupted her. Fuck this, I’d take control. That I knew I was good at.
“Well yes, but…”
“Where do you live? I’ll pick you up on Friday at seven.” I wasn’t giving her a chance to say no. This was happening and Angela would love it. She stuttered out an address close to where she worked. “So, seven on Friday?”
“I guess…”
“Great, see you then. Goodbye, Angela.” I shut my phone before she could say anymore and raised an eyebrow at Bella. “Well?” I was sure had about a billion fucking things to say about what I did wrong.
She let out a giggle. “Well, it could have gone better but you managed to get the date so I guess I can’t judge you too harshly.”
I rolled my eyes. “Listen, Bella, what the fuck is wrong with you? And her? I mean, why could she not wrap her head around the fact that I was asking her out?”
Bella stared at me like I was the dumbest motherfucker on the planet again. Really, I was getting more than a little tired of that fucking look. “Because, Edward, have you looked at yourself?” What the fuck kind of question was that? I looked at myself all the time. She knew this about me. So, I took a page from Bella’s book and gave her the exact same look she’d just given me. She smacked me, yet again. “Okay, so clearly you have. Anyway, when a guy that looks like you pays attention to a girl that looks like us, we automatically assume it’s because you want something.” That was the stupidest shit that I had ever heard.
“But why? What the fuck is wrong in your heads that you don’t think you’re worthy of the attention of a good looking guy?”
She sighed. “Because good looking guys don’t go for plain girls, Edward. They go for gorgeous girls, like Rose.” Fuck, I needed to call in a self-help guru for Bella. What the hell did I know about pumping up a girl’s ego? Shouldn’t the fact that I was panting after her like a fucking lap dog clue her in to the fact that she was not plain?
“But Bella, you got my attention. And you’re not fucking plain. You’re beautiful and you were even before your change.” I wasn’t even lying, though I was more than capable of it. She’d captivated me from the moment I saw her and it was more than just her innocence. It was her luminous skin, her big brown eyes, the curve of her neck, her delectable blush…damn it, I was hard again.
“I got your attention because you wanted to eat me, Edward,” her voice dripped sarcasm.
“Yes, I did, but in more ways than one,” I gave her my sexiest smile and her eyes dropped to the table. “As you so astutely noticed, I could have any girl that I wanted. I didn’t want anyone else. I wanted you.” I paused and looked at her, wondering if I should say the rest and give her even more power. Then again, I was trying to pump her up a little, wasn’t I? Fuck, why couldn’t I be doing another kind of pumping entirely? She watched me expectantly. “I still do, despite the fact that you drive me insane. And don’t tell me you don’t know that shit either. You know the effect you have on me.”
She shook her head in automatic denial and I caught her face in my hand. “You know, Bella.” I didn’t fucking understand it myself but we both knew she had me wrapped around her little finger. “I bought you all seven seasons of a show that I find insulting to our kind. I went and got you blood despite the fact that you should be drinking from humans right by my side, just like I imagined the entire time I was waiting for you to wake up. I asked a damn girl out because you told me to. What the fuck does that tell you?”
She bit her lip and glanced up at me out of lowered lashes. Fuck she was gorgeous. “That you want to get laid really badly.” Holy shit, her brain was completely broken. This is why I couldn’t read her. She was certifiable.
I let go of her chin and leaned across the table, my face an inch from hers. “Let’s get something straight, Bella. If I want to get laid, I will get laid. I don’t need you for that and I don’t need to bend over backwards to be nice to you either. I could walk out that fucking door right now and have a girl naked in less than a minute. Would you like me to prove it?” I was royally pissed. Here I had basically given her a shitload of power and she threw it back at me and made it all go back to sex. Fuck that and fuck her too.
Her mouth opened and closed and she looked like a fish out of water. Good, she didn’t know what to say. “Well?” I demanded, standing up and preparing to walk out the front door and prove myself. I didn’t like the way it made me feel but fuck if I was going to have her throw my feelings back at me like that. She just gaped at me. Jesus Christ, could she do just one fucking thing that she was supposed to?
I took a step toward the door and her hand reached out and caught me. “What?” I asked, not turning to face her, just letting myself feel the pulsing energy between her hand and mine.
“No, I don’t want you to go out and find a girl to have sex with,” she whispered softly. I stayed where I was and still didn’t look at her. She was going to have to apologize or something. And since when did I care about pussy shit like apologies? I needed to do another ball check, clearly. I felt with my free hand and yes, they were still there, thankfully. Anymore of this acting like a pussy and they might detach and leave me forever though.
“You have to understand that I still don’t get why you want me.” Well that’s because she didn’t fucking listen. I’d more or less answered that question, at least as well I was able to since I didn’t understand it myself. And frankly, I’d done all the comforting I was going to do for one night. “I can’t just magically overcome years of self doubt in one day, Edward,” she sounded tired and defeated. I didn’t like that so I turned around. She was bent over the table, her shoulders slumped and her hair hiding her face from me. But still, she held on to my hand.
“I don’t expect you to. That’s the difference between you and me, Bella. I accept you for who you are, yet you won’t do the same for me because I don’t fit into the little moral box that you have sitting on top of your high horse.” Fuck, where did that come from? It was pretty awesome, if I did say so myself.
She laughed then and looked up at me, her crimson eyes sparkling now. I liked her much better that way. “You may accept me for who I am but you do try to tempt me to your side.”
I gave her an answering smile of my own and leaned toward her. “And I plan on continuing to do so. After all, that is the challenge, is it not?” That earned me an eye roll of my own but her lips still curled in a tiny smile.
“Yes, I suppose it is.” The humor died out of her face but she didn’t look upset anymore. “Edward, I wish I could say I’m sorry for trying to change you but I’m not. I really don’t know that I could ever approve of what you do, even though I understand why you do it and even appreciate that you only kill people that you see as evil.”
I sat back down and faced her, still holding her hand in mine. I wasn’t going to let go of that connection until she made me. “I guess time will tell won’t it? One, or both of us, is going to have to change somewhere down the line.”
She grinned at me. “I’m betting it’ll be you.”
I laughed. “You should never bet against a mind reader, I always win.”
She smiled wider. “But you can’t read my mind.”
“True, so fucking true.” And so completely unfair. She giggled. “So, Bella, now that I’ve done your bidding, I’m going to need your help.”
Her laughter died abruptly and she eyed me warily, pulling her hand from mine. “Help with what?”
“My date. You seem to identify with this girl for some reason, so if I were taking you out, where would you want to go?” She looked taken aback. What? Like she didn’t expect me to ask? Plus, someday when she could be around people maybe I could give her a dream date. She deserved one, after all. I cared far more about pleasing her than I did Angela, sweet though she may be, she wasn’t my Bella.
“You want me to help you plan your date?” Was I speaking fucking English? I thought I made myself perfectly clear the first time.
“This is your brilliant idea,” I reminded her. “You seem to get this girl so tell me where I should take her.”
She looked positively baffled. “I don’t know.”
“Well, where do you like to go when you’re not buried in books?” How fucking hard was this? Surely the girl liked to have fun now and then.
She scowled at me. “I go to museums, sometimes. I like to read in the park. I like to get on the subway sometimes and just ride and write. People are so interesting!” Ha, they most certainly were not. “I like…” she broke off and suddenly she looked impossibly sad. I reached out to cup her face but she jerked away from my touch. What the fuck was wrong with her now?
“What the fuck did I do now?” I demanded, not quite able to turn on my verbal filter. Oh well, she was the one being moody as hell.
She glared over at me and I felt that damn stirring in my pants again. What a perverse motherfucker I was, getting turned on every time she got pissed at me. “It’s not what you did now; it’s what you did period.” Well that certainly cleared things right the fuck up didn’t it?
“Bella,” I said in the nicest damn voice I could manage, “I’ve done a lot of things. Would you care to narrow it down for me?” I deserved a fucking medal for putting up with her constant mood swings. Could vampire women get periods? Was that was this was? Had I turned her at her wrong fucking time of the month and she’d be like this always? Holy shit, I was going to kill myself if that was the case. Or since I couldn’t kill myself I’d have her decapitate me, she’d probably be more than willing.
“What does it matter what I like, Edward?” Oh fuck, she was yelling again. Seriously, I was going to have to buy some fucking aspirin or something. It probably wouldn’t work but I was willing to choke it down anyway. “I obviously won’t get to wander through the history or art museums anytime soon!” Her hands were flailing all over the fucking place; she looked like she was having a damn seizure. I briefly entertained the idea of stilling her but decided that would be the dumbest fucking that I could do. “I can’t go to Central Park and curl up on a blanket with a good book! If I went there, I’d just try to eat everyone that passed by.” Fuck, could she get any more overdramatic? Maybe I should buy her some damn acting lessons too.
“I’m going to be stuck inside forever while you run around the city enjoying yourself, interacting with people. The only person I get to see is you.” And just what the fuck was wrong with that anyway? I was more than enough for most people, but of course Bella didn’t appreciate me. Why her? Why me? What the fuck was going on in the universe that made me want her?
“Bella, you’re being a bit overly dramatic.” That was clearly the wrong fucking thing to say because the next thing I knew she kicked me in the shin and punched me in the face. The hell? I caught her fist when she cocked her arm to hit me again. “You know, for someone who claims to be so anti-violence you sure as fuck pack a mean punch.” I rubbed my jaw with my free hand and watched the wrath slowly leave her face.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she whispered, lowering her head down to the table. “I’ve never hit anyone in my life.” I put my hand on her shoulder and gave her a little squeeze. And why the fuck was I doing that when I was the one getting beaten up? I was comforting my attacker. I had Stockholm Syndrome or whatever the fuck it was called. Jesus Christ, there was so much wrong with me that I didn’t think a team of fucking shrinks could help me.
I pulled her out of her chair and led her into the living room, sitting on the couch and pulling her down next to me. All of a sudden she was as docile as a fucking kitten. Life with Bella was never going to get boring, that much was for damn sure. “Bella, listen to me.” She looked up at me with a devastated face that made me want to promise her the world. Which, of course, I’d already fucking done and she hadn’t seemed too keen on that either. There was no pleasing this woman, none.
“Newborns vampires are very volatile, as you can clearly see by the fact that you’ve discovered a sudden penchant for kicking and hitting me,” she flinched and tried to pull out of my grasp but I kept my hands firm on her shoulders and implored her to look at me. “It won’t always be like this. You’ll learn to control your emotions and your thirst and then you’ll be able to go to the park and read to your heart’s content.”
She smiled for a second but then her face fell. “I can’t read in the park. The sun will hit me and I’ll sparkle like a fairy princess. I think that someone might notice,” she muttered sarcastically. Jesus, did she always have to look for the bad in every fucking little thing? What a pessimist.
“So you’ll go on cloudy days. Fuck, you can take an umbrella with you and sit under that, I’ll fucking hold it for you if it will make you happy. And you can certainly go to museums and anywhere else you want once your thirst is under control.”
“I can?” her little lip quivered and I gave in the urge and pressed a light kiss to her lips. Sadly, she pulled away rather than lengthening the kiss. She was such a pain in the ass.
“Of course you can. We can do anything you want.”
“But I have to wait a whole year?” It’s not like a year was that long when you had eternity ahead of you.
“It’s hard to say, it isn’t an exact science. I guess the first time I come in covered with blood and you don’t attack me, we’ll know you might be ready to venture out.” That would be a fucking sad day, let me tell you. Well not the Bella getting to go out part; that would be fabulous, I couldn’t wait to show her the world. It would just suck when she didn’t attack me anymore. Hopefully that day wouldn’t come anytime soon. Or maybe by that time she’d stop being so damn stubborn and she’d attack me because she finally admitted that she wanted my fine ass. That would be even better.
“Now, will you stop sulking and help me plan a perfect evening for a nice girl that you insist that I take out when I could be here ravishing you for hours instead?” She groaned and shook her head. What the fuck ever, we both knew she wanted me to.
“You aren’t going to come home covered in blood every time you go out, are you?” she asked, looking positively scandalized at the thought. Oh, how I’d love to but that would probably get old after awhile. Who the fuck was I kidding, that would never get old. Still, I’d ruin a lot of shirts that way and I wasn’t a fan of destroying my wardrobe unless it was from Bella ripping it off me. Then I’d make an exception.
“Nah, I’ll mix it up now and then. I can’t have you anticipating it, can I?” What fun it would be. I was almost gleeful imagining her pinning me to the door the next time. Which would be fucking soon, let me tell you that. If that’s all I was going to get, I was going to milk that shit for all it was worth.
“So more people die,” she said morosely, turning her head away from me so I couldn’t look into her lovely face.
“Yes, Bella, more people will die. People die every fucking second of the day. So what if I take out one every week or so?” Seriously, she was irritating the fuck out of me right about now. We’d had this conversation already. “I only kill…”
“The ones that are evil, yes I know. I won’t rehash it with you now.” Thank fucking God, the girl was showing some sense finally. “Now, you wanted to know what I would like to do on a date?” she asked.
“Yes.” I was actually dying to know because some ridiculous part of me wanted to give it to her despite her being ornery as all hell.
“What did you say she imagined?”
“Me in a tux proposing to her on a yacht,” I replied with a chuckle. It had been sweet compared to what I usually got.
“So she knows that you’re rich?” Bella asked, scrunching up her face.
“No, actually I told her my parents took out a second mortgage to send me to school. I guess in her mind I was just that elegant and classy,” I said with a grin. Bella giggled and shook her head.
“Yeah I’m sure that’s it. Well that gets rid of the idea of a limo and fancy dinner I imagine.”
“Well the limo probably. Since it’s Jason’s last night in New York, he might not be opposed to splurging on dinner or something.”
“Maybe you should just take her on a picnic. Go to the park, put out a blanket, look at the stars…I’d love something like that.” No shit she would, she was practically glowing at the thought of it and her eyes were twinkling with delight. I was going to give her that at some point; I swore it, minus the food part of course. And I’d save that for her. Angela was a nice girl but she wasn’t worthy of my Bella’s dream date. Central Park at night was going to be hers. Still, it gave me an idea.
I pulled out my cell phone and hit the speed dial. It was only 11 PM in Chicago, he should be up. And I didn’t really give a damn if he wasn’t. “Hello?” a gruff voice sounded in my ear.
“Jenks,” I said, not bothering with niceties. He worked for me, after all.
“Mr. Cullen? It’s quite a surprise to hear from you. Is anything wrong?” I loved the note of fear in his voice. Jenks was trained very fucking well, that was for sure. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Nothing is wrong, Jenks, I need you to take care of something for me.”
“Yes, sir, whatever you need.” Damn right. Bella watched me with open curiosity and I gave her a killer smile.
“Friday night I need you to reserve the American Museum of Natural History for me. The Hayden Planetarium to be exact.” Bella’s jaw dropped open and a little “oh” of surprise popped out.
“What?” he spluttered.
“Did I fucking stutter, Jenks? I need you to reserve the planetarium on Friday night for a Jason Powell.”
“How am I supposed to do that? It’s a museum, Mr. Cullen. I wouldn’t even know who to call…”
“Museums run off donations, do they not? Talk to whomever raises the cash and tell them that I will donate a million dollars, whatever it takes really, to have the planetarium for the evening. Money talks, Jenks, which you well know.”
“Yes I know, sir, but…”
“But what? Do I or do I not pay you a fucking fortune to get things done for me?” Bella eyed me warily. I suppose I did sound like the monster I could be right now but it was what Jenks responded to.
“Yes, sir, you are more than generous in your…”
“Then get it done and call me tomorrow when everything is set.”
“May I ask who this Jason is and what we’re doing this for? It seems an awful lot of trouble for some…”
“No, you may not. Since when the fuck do you question anything I ask you to do? Do I need to look for someone more obedient, Jenks?” My voice was a low, threatening hiss that I knew from experience scared the piss out of him. I loved to wield it on the rare occasions that he attempted to challenge me. Needless to say, he didn’t do that very often.
“No, sir, I’m very sorry. Of course it’s your business. I’ll make sure it gets done, I promise.”
“See to it that you do. Call me first thing.” I hung up my phone and smiled brightly at Bella, who was staring at me as if I’d grown another head. Fuck, I forgot. I called Jenks back and he answered the phone with a shaky voice. Ha!
“I forgot. Hire a chef to cater as well, someone famous. Tell them to prepare something light for a picnic type evening.” I waited for Jenks to argue with me again.
“Yes, sir, I’ll see to it.”
“I’m glad to hear it, have a lovely evening Jenks.” He’d fucking learned, color me amazed. Bella was still gaping at me. “What?”
“You’re going to rent out the American Museum of History for the night?”
I shrugged. “Why not? You like museums and stars and shit, I’m sure she will too. What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing, it’s incredible,” she breathed. “I would love…” she broke off and shook her head. “Never mind.” Ha, she’d love it. Well she’d get it too. Fuck, I could probably do that for her sooner rather than later if I could get her from point A to point B without having her attack someone. I’d have to think about that. Maybe I could donate a Cullen wing and they’d give me a fucking key. As I told Jenks, money talks and I had plenty of it. Of course, knowing Bella she’d get pissy because I took Angela there first, even though she was making me do it. Fuck…well I’d figure it out eventually.
“How are you going to explain all that to Angela though?” she asked.
“I’ll tell her a family friend works there and did me a favor.”
“And the famous chef?”
“Same thing. Do you really think she’s going to question it overly much? Won’t she be too busy being dazzled by my handsomeness and questioning how someone like me could be with someone like her to even notice? Isn’t that what you would do?”
She scowled at me but couldn’t deny what I said. And I didn’t fucking know her. Ha. I knew her like the back of my own hand.
“So there you have it, I’ll give her dinner under the stars. It shouldn’t be too painful, except the eating portion of course.”
“What do you do about that?” she asked curiously, tilting her head and studying me.
“Either I choke down the food and throw it all up later or I pretend to eat and hide it when they’re not looking.” The latter was the far more palatable option and I’d do my damndest to make it happen.
Bella looked disgusted at the mention of puking. Well, it was something she’d have to learn eventually. “Anyway, does that sound like a pretty good date?” I knew it was but I wanted to hear her say it.
“You know it is,” she frowned and looked down at her hands folded in her lap.
“So, of course, the next question is how to end the evening.” I bit my lip to keep from laughing when her head whipped up.
“What do you mean?” she asked in high pitched tone.
“Well, of course I’m wondering if I should kiss her or not? Some girls would be offended if I tried but other girls would be offended if I didn’t. What do you think, Bella?” How I managed to be straight faced as I asked the question was beyond me. Damn I was talented.
She looked positively furious and of course my cock reacted to the sight before me. He clearly liked to be yelled at…maybe in another life I would have gotten off on being a submissive. Who the fuck knew?
“Well?” I reached out and ran my pointer finger over her beautiful cheek bone and traced along her jaw. The anger left her face and desire replaced it. “If I were to take you out on the night I just described, would you want me to kiss you?” I licked my lips and her pretty red eyes followed the movement of my tongue. I wondered idly if she’d lie to me because we both knew damn well she’d kiss me. I hadn’t even taken her out and she’d kissed me and a hell of a lot more. But did she want Angela to kiss me? I didn’t think so.
“Um, yes?” she answered, though it sounded more like a question.
“Yes, you would kiss me?” She nodded, her eyes looking a little glazed as I continued my caress of her face. I knew she felt that electricity everywhere that my finger touched.
“Well then, I guess I better kiss Angela, huh?” I watched as that expressive face of hers went from seduced to pissed off in less than a second. It was fascinating.
“You can’t kiss her,” she hissed. Oh this was sheer perfection.
“And why not? You just said you would want a kiss and Angela is exactly like you, so I have to, to be gentlemanly.”
“You’re not a fucking gentleman,” she shouted, knocking my hand off her face. “You only think with your dick.”
“That is clearly not true or we wouldn’t be arguing about my date with another girl right now, we’d be fucking for days on end.” Her eyes widened at my words and she crossed her arms over her chest. “Ah, you didn’t realize that did you, Bella? We can go for days if we have the right stimulus. Wouldn’t that be fun? Days and days of nothing but touching, kissing, fucking?”
She bit her lip and refused to answer me. “That’s fine; maybe you’ll experience it yourself sooner than you think.” She scowled then. She was so fucking cute. This was fun. I finally had the upper hand.
“So, that’s a definite yes to kissing but should that be all I do? I mean, this is the one and only chance that Angela is going to have with her knight in shining armor, surely she’d like a little more action. Should I maybe nibble on her ear? Her neck? Maybe she’ll wear a dress and I could put my hand on her knee and run it along her inner thigh…” I demonstrated on Bella’s jeans clad leg as she glared at me. “Of course if I did that she’d probably want more and it would be my duty as a gentleman not to leave her hanging. So then I’d have to remove her under…” I was cut off as Bella pushed off the couch and leaped on top of me, knocking me flat onto the cushions.
“What the…”
“Mine,” she growled and her lips descended on my own. Holy fuck, it worked!
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