Bella and I spent the next two days talking. Well, okay, maybe a little more than talking whenever I could get away with it. I may have tried to feel her up a time or a thousand. But she didn’t seem to mind overly much and even initiated contact with me a few times. Yeah, I was sporting a permanent fucking hard on for two solid days but I almost didn’t care because I was so caught up in what she was saying. I was completely whipped but fortunately nobody was there to see it but Bella and she seemed pretty fucking clueless about it. She knew I wanted her but she didn’t know just how completely she had me wrapped around her tiny fucking finger, no matter how many times I slipped and let her know it. One day she might realize what an incredible woman she was and then God help me.
Bella giggled as she told me some story about her feckless mother nearly burning down their house when she attempted to throw a completely frozen chicken into a fryer. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, because honestly every word she told me about her mother made me want to fly to Jacksonville and snap her fucking neck. Or actually, I’d like to drain her without snapping her neck, let her feel my venom start to burn through her veins and then kill her before she could start to change. She could have killed my Bella a billion times growing up, never giving me the chance to meet her and make her mine. She should pay for that. But I could never kill Bella’s selfish mother because she lit up when she talked about her and it was a beautiful sight. And her laughter made me feel warm inside for some unfathomable fucking reason. I didn’t tell Bella that either, though, for fear that she would realize I was becoming a chick and leave my ass before I got a chance to fuck her again. And rest assured I would be fucking her soon.
I knew the entire world was conspiring to keep me from fucking her, but it was going to happen. She was doing all those little things that girls did when they wanted to fuck a guy. She’d touch my hand, almost shyly, while looking at me through those super long eyelashes of hers. I knew if she had blood flowing through her veins she would have been blushing. She’d brush my hair back out of my face whenever it fell into my eyes. She’d lean her head on my shoulder and run her fingers up my arm, which just sent jolts of electricity through my body and straight to my fucking cock. But I resisted, boys and girls. Yes, I really fucking did. I mean I’d kiss her head or her cute little fingers or wrap my arm around her waist, but I didn’t go for the fucking gold. Alright, so I copped a feel a time or two but I didn’t push her.
And she kissed me a few times all on her own. Okay, maybe this was after she pressed me to talk about my fucking family and she heard something in my tone. I didn’t tell her a lot about those days but I told her enough that she knew that I was nothing but a nuisance to my parents. They worried more about their standing than what I was up to, unless of course it reflected poorly on them, like that time I fucked the preacher’s daughter on the second floor of the church during mass. I didn’t see what the fucking problem was; she kept yelling “Oh God”. If anything, it added to her father’s sermon. I didn’t share that story with Bella though; somehow I didn’t think she’d appreciate it. That did, however, get dear old Daddy’s attention. It was a good thing my asshole grandfather was dead by then though or I would have gotten an epic caning I’m sure. I thrilled at the thought of that fucker rotting in hell while I walked this earth eternally.
Bella started to launch into another fucking story but I had to stop her. “Bella, I have to go get ready.”
She blinked at me in surprise. “Is it Friday already?”
I rather fucking loved that she had completely lost track of time while talking to me. “Yes, it is, and if you still insist that I go on this charade of a date, then I better get ready.” I really wanted her to tell me to forget the damn date and just stay with her where I belonged. Or, even fucking better, get all jealous and attack me again. I would give anything for that.
She shook her head emphatically, her curls bobbing with the motion. I caught one around my finger and tugged on it. I could do that now without getting my fucking head ripped off. Progress. I would take it. “No, you have to go. I’m sure she’s been obsessing over it since you called her. To cancel now would just be cruel.” I did roll my eyes that time. Bella didn’t know the meaning of the word or just how cruel I could truly be. Canceling a date with a sweet girl didn’t even make the list of fucked up shit I could do.
“Alright, then I have to take a shower and change.” Not that I didn’t look good already, but I figured I should put in a little effort if I was going to be Angela’s Mr. Perfect tonight. Bella watched me impassively as I unfolded from the couch. I was still holding her hand and I didn’t really want to let her go but I had to. I started to unwind my fingers from hers when hers clamped down on me. I raised an eyebrow but she just frowned and let me go. Ha, she didn’t fucking want to! Good. I kept the smile off my face until I got upstairs and slipped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower.
I wondered if she was sitting on the couch thinking about me, dreading my leaving her tonight to go out with another girl. Even if it was her ridiculous suggestion, she had to fucking hate it, right? I would be smashing shit and probably forbid her to go. I know, that sounds totally fucking wrong but I’d be perfectly alright with her doing that to me. Of course, she couldn’t do anything that made any fucking sense, now could she?
I washed my hair and body thoroughly, my mind more on Bella than on the tasks at hand. And that wasn’t fucking good because when my mind was on Bella, my fucking cock responded. My soapy hand drifted down toward my poor, needy dick without me consciously thinking about it. I thought about how it felt when she pressed her soft lips to my neck and let out a soft groan. I ran my hand over my cock and pictured Bella when she was topless on my lap, grinding against me, completely innocent and yet erotic at the same time. My grip tightened as I remembered what it had felt like to be inside her. Fuck, I really needed to have her.
I felt my cock twitch in my palm and holy fuck, what was I doing? Edward Cullen does not jerk off. Not even when he has a cockblocking hot girl waiting for him in the living room. Fucking unacceptable. I tore my hand away from cock and groaned. I’d been about a minute away from release but I was going to wait until I was inside Bella. Or at the very least in her hand or her mouth. I got the hell out of the shower and dried my hair and body quickly, slinging a towel around my waist and stepping into the bedroom to find something to wear.
I froze in place when I saw Bella sitting on the bed, watching me with those guileless ruby eyes. I would give everything I owned to be able to hear whatever the fuck was going on in her incomprehensible mind. “What’s up?” I asked, my voice a bit husky from my activity in the bathroom. I wonder if she heard me?
She looked down at her lap and then back up at me. “You’re not going to kiss her, are you?”
I wondered if I said yes if she was going to attack me again. It might be worth the lie. But for some reason I couldn’t look her in the face and not give her the truth. And I could lie to anyone, anytime and anywhere. Why did she have to render me honest? “No. Why do you care?”
Her eyes flashed with what possibly could have been anger. I could hear my dick start to whimper beneath the towel. If I wasn’t careful he would probably detach from my body and just attack her. She didn’t answer right away so I shrugged and grabbed a pair of black jeans. I smirked at her as I turned to face her and dropped my towel. Edward Junior was pointing at her like a fucking divining rod, horny bastard that he was. But of course, Bella being Bella, she didn’t bat a fucking eyelash. I sighed and stepped into them, my cock painful as I tucked it inside and slid up the zipper.
I knew the answer; of course, I just wanted her to call me hers again and throw me down on the bed and ravage me. It seemed she was over that little phase though. Damn it. I grabbed a black t-shirt out of my drawer and pulled that on, then went into the closet and grabbed a blue button down. She remained still and silent on the bed, which was starting to irritate the fuck out of me. I decided to forget she was there as I began to primp in front of the mirror. My hair, as usual, was sticking up in all directions. I smoothed it down as best I could, no need for the sex hair tonight apparently. I rolled up my sleeves a little, letting my forearms show. It was going to be fairly cool so I would take my leather jacket with me, for appearance sake.
I grabbed a bottle of cologne and spritzed myself, totally unnecessarily as my natural scent was more than enough to please a woman but Bella was still watching me impassively and I wanted to get a rise out of her.
“What are you wearing that for?” she hissed. Ha, I knew that would piss her off.
“I am going on a date, I thought I’d put some effort into it,” I responded coolly. I popped out my, er Jason’s, blue contacts and slipped them into my eyes. Bella was watching me in the mirror so I kept my face completely neutral as I studied my reflection. Yeah, I looked damn good and it was making her angry. I supposed I should feel bad about that but she was so fucking hot when she was mad that I couldn’t work up any sympathy. Plus, she’d cockblocked me hard a couple days ago and I wasn’t exactly over that either. I turned from the mirror and sent her a winning smile. “How do I look?”
“Fine,” she muttered, looking away from me for the first time since I’d walked out of the bathroom. Yeah, she couldn’t lie worth a shit to me either. Good, we were finally on some even fucking ground.
“Well, I guess I’d better get going. My date awaits!” I sounded ridiculously cheerful but her sulking was a balm for my injured pride. “I guess I don’t need to reiterate your need to stay…”
“Stay in and don’t try to use the computer. Yeah I know.” She sounded like a sullen child and I was torn between wanting to laugh at her or cuddle her.
“I’ll see you later then.” I started to head out the bedroom door and all of a sudden she was planted in front of me. “Yes?” Fuck I wanted to laugh at the mutinous expression on her gorgeous face.
“Don’t kiss her,” she growled and then her lips were on mine, devouring me. I pushed her against the doorframe and met her hunger with my own. Mutual frustration was there in both our lips. At least we were both hot and fucking bothered. It was a comfort, albeit a cold one.
I pulled back and looked at her, breasts heaving as she gulped in air. I pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “I won’t. I promise.” She smiled at me then, a real smile that lit up her whole face. I didn’t want to leave her but at least I had a good picture to keep in my head while I was with Angela.
I went down the stairs and made it to the front door. Just as I opened it I heard her say, “And don’t kill her either.” I chuckled and shut the door, making my way to the Volvo. This was going to be an interesting night, to say the least.
Jenks had come through on the museum and it only cost me a cool million. That was shocking; I thought it would require more. But the Cullen name had them creaming their panties apparently. It was good to have power. I stopped at a convenience store and grabbed a single pink rose to give to Angela. That was classy, I thought. I found her place easily enough and pulled up. I got out of the car and put on my leather jacket. After one last glance in the side mirror I made my way up to the walk and punched her doorbell. It was seven on the dot. Jason was nothing if not prompt.
Oh my God, he’s here. I bit back a laugh at the disbelief in her mind. It fucking figured that she thought I wouldn’t bother to show up. Hadn’t she gotten the shitload of flowers I’d sent to her work? You can handle this, Angela. He’s only the most beautiful man on the planet. Nothing scary about that, right? He’s only being polite. Just answer the door. Well, she was correct about the looks but not about the scary part. Naïve little thing. No wonder she reminded me of Bella…well Bella before she changed and found a backbone. Angela probably wouldn’t keep cockblocking me if she’d been the one I changed, biddable, sweet sort that she was. Why the fuck didn’t I want that?
The door swung open and there she was. She was dressed pretty nicely, I guess, in a soft pink dress that fell to her knees. It was loose fitting and didn’t exactly emphasize her curves, not that I had any interest in them anyway. Her long brown hair was clipped back with a clip on each side and she’d applied a little make up. She may not have believed I was going to show up but she’d at least put some effort into being ready for me just in case. I appreciated that.
“Hello, Angela.” I used my sexiest voice and gave her my sweetest smile, amused by the contrast and the look of shock on her face. I handed her the rose and she took it, bringing it to her nose and breathing it in. Definite points for the rose. I hope Bella would reward me handsomely when I got home and recounted Angela’s reaction to me.
“Hi, Jason,” she stuttered, unable to take her eyes off me. It was actually pretty cute. Why couldn’t I have this effect on the brunette I wanted? If I brought her a rose, she’d probably fucking throw it at me and accuse me of trying to get her into bed. Which, admittedly, I would be, but still; she didn’t appreciate anything I tried to do for her. Why were women so fucking frustrating?
“Are you ready to get going?” I asked gently, not wanting to rush the poor girl when it looked like she was rooted in place. I wanted to get the night started so I could hurry up and get back home.
Angela jolted, as if awakened from a trance. “Sure, let me just put this in water and get my coat, okay?” I nodded and watched her walk off to her kitchen. I could hear her rooting around for a vase and filling it with water. She returned and opened her hall closet, taking out a long white linen coat. I took it from her and helped her on with it, silently congratulating myself on what a fucking prince I was being right about now. Single rose, check. Flawless manners, check. Dream date planned, check. Carlisle and Esme would probably be rolling over in their graves if they could see me now. She shivered as I brought her hair out from underneath the coat, brushing her neck lightly. His hand is so cold. Shit, I had to make sure not to touch her again. “Thank you,” she murmured, so softly that a human could barely hear it.
“You’re welcome. Shall we?” I gestured down to the Volvo. I briefly entertained the idea of offering her my arm but that seemed pretty fucking old fashioned. I didn’t even do that shit when it was expected of me. I wasn’t going to hold her hand, it just didn’t seem right for some reason. Bella wouldn’t like it, you mean. Shut up motherfucker, I am not listening to you.
We made our way down the stairs and I went to her side and opened the door for her. Prince Edward at your fucking service. Bella really better appreciate the shit I was doing because of her. Angela got in, once again thanking me quietly. That was going to get old really fucking fast. I closed her door and walked to mine, getting in and starting the car and pulling out to make my way to the museum.
Where are we going? I don’t want to ask him; that would be rude. I need to say something. I should talk. It’s too quiet. I don’t know how to talk to men, at least not men that look like him. Come on, Angela, it’s not like you’ll ever see him again, say something! I took pity on her internal pep talk, if that’s what that was supposed to fucking be. I was beginning to be glad that I couldn’t hear Bella’s mind. If I heard that constantly I would lose my damn mind more than I already fucking had.
“Do you like the American Museum of Natural History?” I asked, hoping to draw her out a little bit and make her more comfortable with me.
She looked at me nervously and licked her lips. “Um, sure. I haven’t been in a long time. Why do you ask?”
“Because that’s where we’re going,” I told her, maneuvering through traffic automatically.
How? “But it’s closed.”
I smiled at her reassuringly. “My family has a connection. We’re going to have a picnic in the Planetarium. Does that sound okay to you?” She gaped at me, her mouth hanging open. It took everything I had not to laugh at her expression. Okay? It sounds incredible. I must be dreaming. That’s the only thing that makes sense. I put my hand over my mouth and faked a cough as I did laugh out loud this time. I watched as she attempted to subtly pinch herself in the arm. If only this could be a dream, then I could be at home with my Bella. Although, I had to give Angela points, she was amusing me. At least she wasn’t mentally fucking me yet. Plus, this was probably the closest I’d ever get into being in Bella’s convoluted mind. I needed to take advantage of the opportunity if I could.
I pulled up in the parking lot and went around and helped Angela out again. “Thank you.” Yeah, yeah, enough with the fucking thanks already. We made our way to the museum entrance where a very excited looking middle-aged, balding guy stood waiting. He was dressed in a hideous brown suit and rocking back and forth on his heels. What the fuck was wrong with him? He watched me curiously as I approached.
A million dollars! My first week here and I’ve already raised a million dollars! The board is going to be thrilled. No wonder he was moving around like a jittery squirrel. “Are you Mr. Powell?” he asked skeptically. I raised an eyebrow at him, not pleased that he sounded doubtful that I was connected to the Cullen’s. Motherfucker, I was the Cullen.
“Yes, I am. I assume you’re the one that Mr. Jenks arranged things with?” I couldn’t help it, my tone was slightly threatening. I glanced at Angela and saw that she looked rather alarmed so I gave her a reassuring smile.
Baldy looked panicked at my tone. “Yes, sir. My name is Trevor Hall. I’m here to take you to the Hayden Planetarium, as requested.” Now he sounded like a simpering fool, kissing my ass out of fear that I would run to his generous benefactor. Good, he should worry.
“Thank you. I trust the food has already arrived?” I had no fucking idea what Jenks had arranged but it damn well better have been carried out.
Trevor nodded emphatically. “Yes, sir! Mr. Flay himself came and set everything up. He just left a few minutes ago. He didn’t need to stay, did he?” he asked worriedly. I didn’t know who the fuck Mr. Flay was but I was glad he was already gone. The less people to deal with, the better. Angela was a nervous wreck, fidgeting at my side and Trevor was a kiss ass who was annoying me already.
“Flay? Bobby Flay?” Angela asked, shock in her tone. I shrugged. That was probably his name. I asked for famous, didn’t I? If she’d heard of him, then it must have been him.
“Yes,” Trevor told her, positively bubbling with excitement. I kind of wanted to kill him. He was irritating. “It’s quite exciting, isn’t it?” Angela just nodded mutely and I rolled my eyes. Why the fuck were we still standing in the doorway? I wanted to get this night over.
“Can we go see what he left us?” I asked, trying to keep the edge out of my voice.
“Oh yes, of course sir! How rude of me to leave you standing here. Let me show you the way.” I wanted to snap at him that I could find the fucking way myself but I’d never been here before so I may as well let the obsequious little fool lead us. He chattered about this exhibit and that exhibit as we made our way into the elevator. He hit the button for the third floor and continued to yammer about how excited he was to have received such a generous donation from the wonderful Cullen family. I nodded and smiled while Angela just looked completely lost. The doors finally opened and Trevor led us to the Planetarium, opening the doors with a wide flourish.
He led the way down the aisle to the stage area, where a red and white checkered blanket awaited along with a wicker picnic basket and a couple of wine glasses. There was a chilled bottle of wine in a bucket next to the blanket. Wow. I smiled at Angela’s thought. She was clearly impressed. More points on the dream date scale for me.
“Would you like me to start the movie now or did you want to wait until you’ve eaten?” Trevor asked me solicitously, having finally stopped his yammering about the donation that had him jizzing his pants.
“After, I think. Though maybe you could dim the lights a bit and have some stars on the ceiling?”
“Yes, sir!” He ran to the lectern and flipped a few switches. The lights lowered, though Angela should still be able to see well enough to eat. He flipped another switch and stars twinkled all around us. “Is that acceptable?”
I saw the look of wonder on Angela’s face and nodded my approval. “When you’re done dining, just buzz me at this number and I’ll come in and start the show for you, if that’s okay?”
I took the card he handed me. “That will be perfect. Thank you.” He hurried out of the room, still mentally crowing over his big donation. Simpleton.
I turned to Angela and gestured to the blanket. “Would you like to sit down?” She took off her coat and knelt down, still with a look of shock and wonder on her face. “Is this okay?” I was pretty sure it was but if she was going to be struck mute for the entire night things were going to get a bit boring.
She shook her head as if to snap herself out of her stupor, at least I hoped so. “Yes, Jason! I’m sorry. I just…nobody ever went so such trouble for me before. I never dreamed anyone would want to.”
And that, my friends, is why I was on this ridiculous sham of a date. She sounded so much like Bella in that moment that my cock started to spring to attention. I cut him off ruthlessly though. Angela was a nice girl but I wasn’t interested in fucking her. What I was interested in doing was figuring her out, and hopefully getting some insight into my girl at the same time. So I tilted my head and asked her, “Why wouldn’t you think you were worthy of a night like this?”
She wrinkled her nose and thought about my question for a minute. He couldn’t possibly understand what it’s like to be the odd one out, the girl that no guy ever looked at twice. While she was beating herself up I dug into the picnic basket. I pulled out a couple of beautifully arranged plates and sighed as the smell of the food assaulted me. It appeared to be some kind of chicken club sandwich and some salad that had some green stalky things. Fuck, what was that shit? Asparagus? There were a couple other dishes in the basket, dessert it smelled like, so I left it in there for now.
Angela’s muddy brown eyes widened as she took in the food in front of her. “I can’t believe you got Bobby Flay to make our lunch. How did you do that?” Damn it, she was asking questions and not answering my own. She was more like Bella than I even allowed myself to imagine.
“My mother works for the Cullen family.” Her mouth dropped open at the mention of my name. “When she heard I wanted to take you out she spoke to her boss and he pulled some strings.”
“That’s pretty amazing of them.” I’ll fucking say. I am pretty amazing. Why doesn’t Bella see that?
“Yes. Mr. Cullen is a very nice guy. Some people don’t realize that, but he truly is.” I imagined Bella’s look of irritation if she could see me talking about myself and I let out a small chuckle.
“He definitely is in my book,” Angela said, picking up her fork and spearing one of the green stalky things. She took a bite and closed her eyes reverently. “This is so good.” I was glad somebody thought so. It smelled like ass. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Aren’t you going to try it?”
I grinned at her. “In just a second. Let me open the wine.” I poured us each a glass and felt a pang at the blood red color in my glass. If only…but that was a dangerous thought. I didn’t set the wine back in the bucket. I needed that for other things. I stuck one of the spears with my fork and moved it toward my mouth. Angela looked down at her plate and I quickly disposed of the offending vegetable in the wine bucket. Hopefully I could get away with that all night.
“Do you like it?” she asked. I pretended to be chewing and held up a finger at her. She laughed and attacked her plate again. I used that opportunity to dump a few more bites.
“It’s fantastic,” I told her. If she liked it, I fucking liked it. It was as simple as that. “Now will you tell me why you didn’t think I would go to this kind of effort for you?” Damned if I wasn’t going to get some answers.
She looked surprised and chewed thoughtfully before she answered. “Well, this is a big deal, Jason. You got a museum opened after hours and had a professional chef make our dinner. Not many people get an evening like this, particularly not people like me.”
There it was. “What do you mean, people like you?” I tried to keep the irritation out of my tone. This wasn’t Bella, this was Angela and she was going to help me understand Bella better. I thought I got her but a little more insight into her ridiculous poor self image couldn’t hurt.
She wrinkled her nose again, her own version of the lip bite I guess. I far preferred the sight of Bella’s sexy lip getting chewed on though, and so did my cock. “I just…I don’t have a lot of experience with boys. Men,” she corrected herself. “I’m not exactly beautiful and I’m really pretty shy. Just talking to you right now is taking a lot of effort.” I knew that was true from her thoughts alone. She was very much like my Bella, I couldn’t have chosen better.
“First of all,” I told her, doing my best to keep my tone light, “You are a very attractive girl, Angela.” She automatically shook her head and I had to fight the urge to start yelling at her. “You are. Second, you’re incredibly nice. You helped me out, a perfect stranger, in my time of need. Not everyone would do something like that. You’re also very sweet and you must be pretty smart to be a nurse. So, stop putting yourself down, okay? You deserve this night just as much as anyone else does.” Okay, so I was talking more to Bella than Angela but she didn’t fucking know that.
Her face lit up under my praise and she gave me a tentative smile. “Thank you, Jason.”
“Anytime, Angela.” See, she knew how to take a fucking compliment. Bella would just tell me I didn’t fucking know her. I knew her perfectly well, thank you very much.
She started eating her sandwich then. So good! She looked at my plate and then back at me. I was fucked. She didn’t have to look down at her plate now so I was going to have to take a bite. Hopefully it would be the only one. I picked up the foul food and forced myself to take a bite. I chewed as quickly as possible and swallowed. It felt like it was lodged in my throat. Fucking disgusting. I’d have to hurl the minute I dropped Angela off. She looked down at her wine glass and I tore a chunk of the sandwich off and threw it in the bucket. Someone was in for a bit of surprise when they went to clean that up.
She looked back up at me and smiled shyly. “So how did you do on your assignment, anyway?”
I arranged my features to appear defeated and shook my head sadly. “Not well, I’m afraid. You were an invaluable help but my teacher didn’t feel my work was up to par. I think he was just out to get me.”
She looked impossibly sad. “So does that mean…”
“That I have to go home, yes. That’s why…well, it’s why I wanted to give you a night like this. You deserve so much more but it’s all I can do.” Hand me my fucking Oscar right now. “I really wanted to thank you for being a good person.”
See, I knew that’s why he asked me out. Just to thank me. Oh well, I expected it. He’s much too good for me anyway. Damn it. I had fucked up and made her think it was all about her helping me. I mean, it mostly was, but she didn’t need to think that. She didn’t vocalize those thoughts though, just smiled at me sadly and returned to her food. Bella would totally be smacking me right about now. I was surprised to find I actually fucking missed that. I’m a twisted son of a bitch, clearly.
Time to lay it on thick. “I’m only sorry that I can’t spend more time with you. I would have loved to explore the city with you, show you all the spots I like to go to get away.” Somehow I couldn’t see Angela on my hunting grounds but she didn’t need to know about that.
She looked up at me through her lowered lashes, reminding me completely of my Bella in that moment. “Really? I mean, you would want to spend more time with me other than just as a thank you?” Yes, so much like Bella it was insane.
“Of course. I’ve thought about you a lot over the last couple of days.” Well, I thought of how thankful I was that she made Bella jealous enough to attack me and let me the fuck in a little bit, so not a lie. “I was really disappointed when I got my grade back and knew I’d have to go home. I finally meet a great girl and of course I have to leave.” Her eyes were shining now and she was actually really pretty when she smiled and meant it. I wished there really was a Jason Powell that could appreciate her. Someday, someone would.
“I’ve thought about you too,” she admitted shyly. I just bet she had. I gave her a sweet smile and wrapped up the rest of my sandwich.
“Are you ready for the show?” I asked and she nodded enthusiastically. I called Trevor and he came running. Little perv was probably standing right outside the door hoping to hear some action. He’d be sorely disappointed if that was the case. He hit some buttons and the lights went down completely and the voiceover started. I scooted over next to Angela and slung an arm around her shoulders. It’s what I would have done to Bella and I figured Angela deserved some affection. She shivered, probably at my body temperature, but didn’t move away from me. He’s touching me! I hid a smile at her internal excitement.
“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered and it really sort of was. The fireball that was the sun, the pretty planets, the stars, comets…I really had to find a way to bring my girl here someday. She’d love it. She’d told me all about the first time she’d been here, a little sadness in her tone. I didn’t know if it was because I was bringing Angela or if she didn’t think she’d ever get to come again. Either way, I hadn’t liked hearing her sound upset so I promised to bring her back. And we would be doing way more than cuddling when I got her here. She could ride me in one of those plush red seats…and now my cock was getting hard again. Keep it under control, Cullen. You’ll see her soon enough.
The clip ended and Trevor came running in again, flipping the controls and bringing us back to the half light. He nodded at me and hurried out, anxious to please. I moved away from Angela and went back to the picnic basket. “Ready for some dessert?” Hopefully I wouldn’t have to choke anymore down. That bite of chicken was sitting in my stomach like a rock.
“Sure,” she agreed, smoothing down her skirt. I dug out the remaining two containers and opened them. It was some sort of pie, apparently. It smelled like bananas. I handed Angela a plate and she actually let out a little moan. What the fuck? “Banana cheese pie!” she exclaimed. “I had a piece once and it’s heavenly.” Like an orgasm on a plate. Thank God I was facing away from her because I was sure my face was comical at that little thought. It didn’t seem very Angela-like but what did I know? The quiet ones could surprise you. Look at Bella.
I took my plate and scooped up a forkful. She was watching me with interest now, I guess looking to see if I’d come at first bite. Not fucking likely. But I took a bite and made my own orgasm noises, to let her know it was just as good as she thought it was. It tasted like dirt to me but she seemed to be happy. She dug in cheerfully. “I’m so full but I have to eat it,” she informed me, licking her fork in an almost enticing way. From any other girl I would take that as a sign she wanted to fuck. I wasn’t assuming that was the case with Angela, orgasm comment aside. I hoped the fuck not, anyway. I didn’t want to have to reject the sweet girl.
I wrapped up my pie. “Do you want to take the rest of this home? I can’t eat a lot of sweets.”
“Are you sure?” She sounded as if I were offering her a diamond ring or something. Some people were easy to please; unlike some other people with long brown hair and gorgeous red eyes and a perfect fucking body and a smart mouth. Damn I missed her.
“Yes. I’m in the process of packing everything anyway. I don’t need more food.” She thanked me and I packed up the basket to take with us. “Are you ready to go?” She nodded and I extended my hand to help her off the blanket. Still cold. Yeah, sorry, Angela, I’m pretty much going to stay that way. I released her hand and stuck the wine bottle back into the bucket. You couldn’t see that there was food in there until they removed it. Trevor would probably find it but he was likely too happy with his windfall to be bothered to wonder about it.
We exited the door and he was there waiting. “Did you have a good time? Is there anything more I can do for you?” Please tell Mr. Cullen that I took good care of you. Maybe there’s more where this came from!
I chuckled. “Yes, thank you. I’ll be sure to tell Mr. Cullen how very accommodating you were.” He beamed at me and walked with us to the elevators.
“Thank you so much. Please thank Mr. Cullen for his generous donation.” I nodded and we made our way out to the car.
“Tell me more about you,” I requested as I started the car. She started talking about her twin brothers and her reverend father. I listened with half an ear and made appropriate comments when required. My mind was back at the brownstone with Bella. Now that I’d fed one girl, I really had to see about feeding the other. It had been a few days and Bella needed to try the packaged blood. If she liked it, we’d have to come up with a way to get it that didn’t require me to date anymore nurses. It wasn’t too painful but I was one and done.
I pulled up in front of Angela’s house and turned off the car. I ran around and helped her out and grabbed the picnic basket. I walked her to her front door and she turned to face me, looking both sad and hopeful at the same time. I wonder if he’ll kiss me. Fuck. I couldn’t. I promised Bella. I handed her the picnic basket. “I had a really good time,” I told her.
She looked down at the basket in her hands and mumbled something unintelligible. “What?” I asked. If I couldn’t hear her, she must not have meant to say anything.
She looked at me then and shifted nervously. “Do you want to come in for awhile?” I actually felt my stomach drop at her words. She looked like she was going to be sick but she’d been brave enough to extend the invitation. I had to let her down easily.
“I’d love to, Angela, but I don’t think that would be right. I’m leaving this weekend and you deserve better than that.” It was true, too. She didn’t need a guy who would be a quick fuck. She needed someone who would cherish her the way that I…oh, fuck no. Get rid of that thought right now, bastard.
“I understand,” she murmured softly. I saw tears in her eyes and I felt like a complete ass. What had Bella gotten me into?
I reached out and tilted her head up. She looked at me with watery eyes and I knew I had to break a promise to Bella. I didn’t like it and she sure as fuck wouldn’t but I bet if she’d witnessed the date she would have been pissed if I didn’t do it. So I leaned down and pressed my lips to Angela’s, very gently. No tongue, just a sweet kiss that a guy would give to a girl on their first date. She gasped and returned my gentle pressure with her own. I counted to five and then stepped back. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Angela.”
She looked a little dazed. “Thank you, Jason. I won’t ever forget this night.”
“Me either.” I meant that too. My infinite memory wouldn’t let me forget, but even if I could, I wouldn’t want to. She was a great girl and I’d never had an evening like this, where I wasn’t trying to get into a girl’s pants. Angela fumbled with her keys but managed to get her door unlocked.
“Have a safe trip.”
“I will. I’ll be in touch.” I’d send her flowers or some kind of goodbye present. She watched me for a moment before stepping inside and closing the door.
I hurried back to my car and started it up. It was time to head home, although I had a stop to make first. I knew Bella was going to be pissed at me for kissing Angela, so maybe I should kill two birds with one stone and do something that would really set her off.
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