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BPOV

From the moment I woke up, I dreaded the day. Today, Edward would be in class and he'd find out about our assignment. Alice tried to convince me to wear something sexy.

"Why? It's only class," I pointed out.

"Yes, but now there's a man in the picture."

Despite her attempts to persuade me, I stayed firm in the fact that I was going to wear a T-shirt and jeans. I'd rather be embarrassed in something comfortable than in something slinky with death traps on my feet.

My other classes passed by too fast. Maybe I could play hooky and not come to class. In the end, however, I was too chicken to skip class. When I entered the classroom, the only person there was Mr Cook. He looked up when I walked in, smiling happily.

"Good afternoon, Miss Swan. How's your day?"

"Good," I lied. He could tell I was lying, but he didn't press it, for which I was thankful. "Mr Cook, do you…do you think nude modeling is a good idea?" I asked hesitantly.

He looked up at me from whatever he was working on. "Yes, I do. It makes the students step out of their comfort zone and instills on them what a model experiences quite frequently."

"Oh…okay," I mumbled, sitting in my chair. Soon, students began arriving. I slumped down in my chair, half dreading and half anticipating the moment when Edward would walk through the door. It wasn't until everyone was seated and the professor stood up to address the class when I finally let out a sigh of relief. He had skipped today too, thankfully. I could put off the humiliation until tomorrow.

But the door opened and he walked in. Immediately, my heart sped, my palms went cold and started to sweat. I wiped them on my jeans and stared at the top of my desk. He paused; he'd seen me. But he continued and sat smoothly down beside me. His glorious scent hit me like a wall. I caught myself inhaling deeply and peeking at him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you again," he said cordially, turning to me. "I suppose this is what you meant by seeing me in class."

"Yes," I replied faintly.

Mr Cook began to speak. "Mr Cullen, Bella was assigned as your partner yesterday." Edward cocked an eyebrow at me. Mr Cook went on. "I explained yesterday that there is a rather critical project due in three weeks. The subject of your paintings will be your partner and the assignment requires nude modeling." The professor moved away to continue speaking.

I sneaked a peek at Edward to behold a sight that caused my breath to catch. He was looking at me with a wicked crooked smile, his emerald eyes dancing – and I knew I was in trouble. He had something planned, I just didn't know what it was. But I knew I probably wouldn't like it.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, hoping to sound impatient, but instead was wary. He quickly rearranged his face, now impassive.

"Miss Swan," Mr Cook snapped. "Maybe you can tell us an example of a non-objective artist."

"Um" was all I could manage. My mind had suddenly gone blank, like a black board wiped clean.

"Jackson Pollock," Edward whispered so low I was the only one with a hope of hearing. He was busy doodling on the front of his notebook.

"Wassiy Kandinsky," I said triumphantly.

"Very good," Mr Cook said. "Thank you for not stating the rather obvious Jackson Pollock." He turned, returning to his lecture.

Edward suppressed a smile and stopped doodling. I tried to pay attention to what the teacher was saying, but I couldn't stop myself from glancing at the god beside me. It was then that I noticed that he slid a piece of paper towards me. Looking over, I read his elegant script.

Why didn't you tell me about the assignment?

Taking his pencil, I answered. For obvious reasons.

Such as…?

Don't you think it would be embarrassing to tell someone you just met that you have to model nude for each other as an art project?

No.

I rolled my eyes but couldn't stop the smile that broke out on my face. I was blushing horribly, as red as a tomato. I looked up to see him smiling crookedly. I took a deep breath to steady myself.

EPOV

Of course you wouldn't, she wrote back.

She was so gorgeous. Today she had her hair up in a loose ponytail and was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Her eyes and smile were radiant. Stray locks of hair fell to frame her face. She looked up at me when I didn't respond, flushing when she realized I was staring at her.

I looked at the paper to find that she'd written something else. What was your family emergency yesterday?

This time it was my turn to be embarrassed. There wasn't one. I just didn't feel like coming.

She smirked. I knew it.

Are you looking forward to this assignment?

She blushed as she read my words. Are you?

I paused and she watched my hand. What could I say? When Mr Cook had told me about the assignment, a dozen emotions had flickered through me – shock, anticipation, anxiety, pleasure. I was going to see this goddess without clothes? Immediately, I had to cross my legs to hide my reaction. Mr Cook said it was due in three weeks, so it couldn't be put off for long. Was I looking forward to it?

Definitely.

She blushed darkly and looked away.

What are you afraid of? I asked. Is it painting a nude model?

No. It's… She paused, still red. Then she proceeded to write so fast it was barely legible. It's the fact that I have to model completely naked. She looked away from me.

If it's any consolation, I won't even pay attention to the fact that you're unclothed.

She looked skeptically at me, one eyebrow cocked. "Somehow, I doubt that," she said aloud.

"Would you like to share with us, Bella?" Mr Crook asked, slightly upset that someone had interrupted his lecture.

"I just asked if he had a pencil," she lied. Anyone could tell that she was an awful liar. The teacher didn't go on about it, though, and Bella breathed a sigh of relief. He returned to his lecture, glancing suspiciously in our direction.

"You're a terrible liar," I whispered in her ear, my lips brushing over her skin. She trembled. I pulled away to sit straight up in my seat. The heat of her skin had ignited feelings in me, strange ones that were swiftly becoming normal. Being a man, of course, I'd been aroused before, but never to this degree. It wasn't just her physical beauty, but her fiery, unique personality that was so arresting. I was only starting to get to know this girl, but I already wanted to spend every waking moment with her.

She ripped a piece of notebook paper from her spiral notebook. Writing something down, she slid it towards me.

We have to decide on a date to start the project.

A date???

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly, smiling slightly. You're impossible. You know what I mean.

Who's going to model first?

I could see from her expression that she hadn't thought about that. She bit her bottom lip, thinking. I was learning quickly that she did that whenever she was pondering something important. It made me smile.

I don't know, she finally wrote.

Class ended and we gathered our things. "We can decide that later," I replied. She nodded and was gone before I could say any more.

BPOV

I was becoming very uncomfortable about this whole project. When he asked who would model first, I think my heart gave out. Until then, I guess I hadn't really believed we would actually have to go through with it. The realization came crashing down on me though, because of that one little sentence. Unless someone wanted to volunteer, I didn't see how we could resolve that problem.

So, when class was over, I ran out as quickly as possible. I glanced back to see his bewildered expression. When I tried to start my truck, it refused to run. I kept turning the ignition, but it wouldn't obey. If I kept this up, I would flood the engine.

Cursing harshly, I hit the steering wheel with my palm.

"Won't it start?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of his quiet voice. I turned to see him standing perfectly outside my door. The bright sunlight illuminated him like an angel. "How do you do that?" I demanded, my heart speeding from my fright.

"Do what?"

"Appear out of nowhere."

He smirked. "I can't help it if you're exceptionally unobservant, Bella. Now why won't your truck start?"

"I don't know. It was fine this morning," I replied, choosing to ignore his earlier comment. He lifted the hood of my rusting truck and rolled up the sleeves of his button-up shirt. I climbed out of the vehicle and stood beside him, watching his deft movements. He checked a few things, mumbling to himself.

After a while, I spoke. "What's wrong with it?"

"I think your batteries dead."

"How do we fix it?"

"Do you have jumper cables?"

"No."

He muttered something unintelligible. "I don't have any in my car either. You'll have to come with me. I'll drop you off."

"I don't know…" I trailed off uncertainly, moving back to the closed door of my inept vehicle.

His green eyes seared into mine. "What's wrong, Bella? Don't you trust me?" he purred. A wicked glint entered his eyes for the second time that day. He moved in front of me, pinning me against the door of my truck. He put one hand on either side of my head. I was pressed against the metal, trapped. My eyes widened and it was suddenly hard to breathe. He brushed his hips against me. I bit my lip to keep a moan from escaping my mouth. He grinned wickedly and leaned towards me.

A single thought flashed through my mind when his lips came towards mine – he was going to kiss me. My eyes closed and I waited for his sweet lips to touch mine. Instead, I heard a chuckle and his mouth brushing against mine as he spoke.

"Do you honestly believe that I would hurt you?"

I opened my eyes to see his face so close to mine that our noses touched. His body was pressed against mine and I felt his every muscle. His large emerald eyes threatened to drown me.

"Do you think I would harm you?" he asked again.

"No," I breathed.

"Then why won't you come with me?" He pressed his lips to my temple, trailing them down my cheek to my jaw line. "Answer me, please, Bella." His breath fanned across my skin and I arched against him.

"My truck," I gasped as he made a trail of kisses to the corner of my mouth. "Oh, God."

He smirked. "Your truck will be just fine," he chuckled. "Come with me." He was so persuasive I couldn't remember why I resisted. But I couldn't seem to frame a coherent sentence with his long fingers moving over my skin. He held my waist securely against him before he slipped a few fingers under my shirt to touch my bare stomach. Just that small touch, the brushing of skin against skin ignited a fire within me and I groaned. Crushing myself against him, my fingers dived into his thick bronze hair. I fully intended to ravish his mouth, but he held me off.

"Edward," I moaned in disappointment.

"You never answered me."

He was too calm for my liking. "What?"

"Are you going to come with me?"

"Yes," I breathed.

His triumphant smile was blinding. He reached up and caressed my cheek. "I guess I was successful in persuading you." And he proceeded to pull me away from my truck further into the parking lot.

"You wouldn't be if I wasn't such a hopeless pushover," I said irritably, denied my kiss.

He looked back at me, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "It's a good thing you are. Otherwise, this wouldn't be nearly as much fun." He winked at me and my heart nearly gave out. We stopped beside a slim black car.

Once I'd regained my composure, I looked at his car. "Wow," I whispered. His car was the color of ebony with flowing curves and tear drop windows. If there was such a thing as sex appeal for cars, this was it.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" His soft voice was near me.

"What is it?"

"An Alfa Romeo 8C Competizione."

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I tried to act as if I knew exactly what he was talking about. He opened my door for me, and I couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, sir."

"Anything for you, miss." The way he said 'anything' caused my mind to slip into dangerous territory as I started imagining all the things we could do together…

When he got into the car, I was staring at the beautiful interior of the vehicle. "How did you afford this? Aren't college students supposed to be broke?"

He chuckled. "My family is…very comfortable financially," he replied. The engine was a smooth purr. If I didn't listen closely I wouldn't be able to tell if it was even on. As we drove onto the road, I told him where I lived.

"Just around the corner there," I instructed, pointing. He turned and stopped in front of the dorm. I waited in the passenger side seat of his car, hoping he would say something. After a silent moment, I moved. "I guess I'll go," I said reluctantly.

"Bella?" His voice was husky and awakened desires inside my body.

"Yes?" I turned back and our eyes locked. The atmosphere in the car changed, becoming charged. His whole body was turned towards mine and he was leaning closer, his eyes threatening to consume me with their intensity. For a long moment, we stared at each other. Soon, everything seemed to spin and I got lightheaded.

"Bella, breathe," he said softly.

I sucked in a much needed breath.

"I believe this art assignment was a blessing in disguise." And with that, he turned back and I knew it was time for me to go. I got out of the car. He drove off, leaving me standing on the asphalt. Letting out a huge sigh, I climbed the stairs up to my dorm room.

I dumped my bag on the bed and sank down beside it. Alice wasn't here yet and I drifted into a deep sleep. My dream was very strange. I heard two people talking, and one sounded familiar.

"Jazz, I have to go to sleep," the girl giggled.

"Why now? You know, you could always spend some quality time with me," came a very persuasive male voice.

"Shh! Bella's sleeping." A pause. "She looks so peaceful. It's the first time she's been able to sleep well. I think it's because she found your friend."

"Edward's changed too. He's not as morose as he once was. And anyone can see how they both come alive whenever they're together."

"It's been such a short time, though. Do you think it's healthy for their relationship to progress this quickly?"

"I wouldn't worry. We've only known each other for a few days and I already love you."

She gasped. "Oh, Jasper! I love you too."

Then I sank into dreams that made better sense.

The next morning, I allowed Alice to dress me. She put me in a tan knee-length skirt and a dark blue tank. "I went with something comfortable for your sake, Bella," Alice said, smiling. "But on one condition – you have to wear heels."

"Let's see if I can walk in them first."

"Oh, silly, they're only three inch wedges." She handed me the shoes and I put them on. I had to admit, they were cute and I could walk in them.

"Thanks, Alice." I gave her a huge hug.

"What are friends for?"

Instead of dreading my last class like yesterday, I couldn't wait for it to start. But my classes went achingly slow, unlike the day before. Why was it that time flew when you least wanted it to, and ticked slowly by when you were anticipating something? It was a cruel twist of fate. Finally, art was here and I raced as quickly as my heels would allow to the classroom. Again, I was the only student there.

When he finally walked in, I thought I would swoon. He wore a pair of cargo shorts and a white muscle shirt that exposed his arms and shoulders. I was hyperventilating when he sat down beside me. He probably thought I was having a stroke, which I most likely was.

EPOV

My heart was thudding in anticipation when I entered that room. I was met with a sight that caused my eyes to widen. She wore a dark blue tank top that contrasted beautifully with her skin. Whatever bra she was wearing pushed her breasts up, creating heavenly cleavage. When I sat down I saw that she had on a tan skirt that accentuated her long legs. I breathed sharply in when I caught a glimpse down her shirt.

"Hello," I said, trying to be polite, quickly looking away.

"Hey."

Class started and we didn't have an opportunity to speak again until the end. It took an extreme effort to keep myself from touching her long legs or her soft cheek. Her chestnut hair cascaded down her back and I imagined how it would look fanned out over a pillow. Stop it, I scolded myself. It wasn't gentlemanly to have these thoughts about Bella.

Listening to Mr Cook speak, she slumped lower in her chair and crossed her arms. I was aware of her every movement in a way that wasn't normal. When class finally ended, I thanked God.

BPOV

"What would you say to going on a date with me?" he asked when class was over.

I was so shocked that all I could do was stare.

"I bet that Jasper and Emmett would love to come with your friends, Alice and Rosalie." He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Emmett's especially taken with Rosalie." I was finding it very hard to concentrate with him so close.

"And who are you taken with?" I managed.

He smiled and I swear I nearly passed out. "A Miss Bella Swan has caught my attention and I will stop at nothing to secure a date with her." His eyes were now scorching as he looked at me through his eyelashes, leaning towards me. Holy cow, how did he do that? My thoughts were immediately scrambled and I could barely remember to breathe. "Would you give me the honor of a triple date?"

"Yes," I answered without thinking. "A triple date?"

"With Emmett and Rosalie, and Alice and Jasper, of course."

"Oh…of course."

Slowly, he took my hand and placed a kiss on the inside of my wrist. By now, I was light-headed. With a sly smile, he spoke again. "We'll pick you girls up at seven at your dorm," Edward said. He suddenly grinned and winked at me. "See you at seven, Bella." And he walked out of the classroom, leaving me to restart my heart.

When I got into my room, Alice was pacing. "Jasper just called and said we're all going on a triple date!" she cried excitedly. "Rose already knows. Bella, you're finally going on a date!"

"Keep bugging me about it and I'll cancel," I warned.

She smirked. "You know you won't. Anyway, if you cancel, you're dead."

Somehow, I didn't doubt that a bit.

"Time to start getting ready," Alice said, pulling me into the chair in front of the mirror. Rosalie came to help.

"Alice, I really don't need much done," I insisted. "A little, if any, makeup is fine."

"No way, Jose. You're going to look good whether you like it or not. Rose, start on her hair. I trust your judgment so do whatever you think she needs." Turning me away from the mirror, Alice worked on my makeup while Rosalie fixed my hair. After what seemed like hours, they stopped.

"I think she's ready," Rosalie said.

"Me too," Alice agreed.

When they turned me around to see myself, I gasped. Was that me? Rosalie had loosely curled my hair and gave it a slightly mussed-up look. Alice had done wonders to my usually plain face. She'd put on mascara and my eyelids were dark and smoky. She didn't have to do much to my skin since I naturally had a clear complexion. My lips were glossy and pink.

"Wow," I breathed for the second time that day.

"You can say that again," Rosalie replied.

"I told you that you were hot," Alice said in my ear. "Never bet against me, Bella."

"Never again," I vowed.

I just wanted to wear a cute top and jeans but the dynamic duo almost decapitated me when I told them what I was going to wear. "That's it," Alice said firmly. "We're going to my closet." After rummaging in her tons of clothes, she finally threw something at me and ordered me to change while she and Rosalie found something to wear. At first, I couldn't figure out where the top was, but then I realized that the thing that looked like a thick black belt was the top.

"I can't wear this!" I shrieked. "It's not decent."

Alice turned to me. "Do you want to look like a seventy-year-old grandma?"

"No."

"Then put it on."

"I don't even know how," I admitted. Her face softened and she came over to help me. It was embarrassing having Alice move my bare breasts in order to fit them in the tiny top, but I got used to it.

"There!" she said whenever we were finished.

"What if...what if I fall out?" I asked, terrified at the prospect.

"Oh, they won't. Trust me," Rosalie said, with a wink.

Then I went to put on the rest. First was the dark blue lacey thong, then the ultra-short shorts. When I pulled the shorts on they barely covered my rear end and were such a low rise that I was afraid they'd fall off. The shoes Alice thrust at me were the same color as my thong.

By the time I figured out how to walk in them, Alice and Rosalie were finished getting ready. Alice was dressed in shimmery halter top and tight black pants. Rose looked downright illegal with a red top, her breasts creating an amazing amount of cleavage, and her miniskirt barely covering her nether regions.

I looked over at the clock. It said two minutes to seven. Alice laughed. "We're going to be the best looking girls out there."

"Hell, yeah," Rosalie yelled, grinning.

"It's time to meet our men," I replied, unable to stop the ridiculous grin of anticipation from breaking out over my face. At seven on the dot, we walked out the dorm door. As autumn descended onto Phoenix, the days got shorter. Now dark was enveloping the university.

"Jasper!" Alice, cried, flying down the steps and into his arms.

My eyes searched for Edward. Then I found him. He had on a tight black T-shirt that emphasized his every muscle and his jeans hung low on his hips. He looked absolutely delicious. It was taking everything I had to keep from jumping him at that moment. His hair was in its usual disarray and his green eyes seemed to devour me. I was sure I drooled a little just looking at him.

EPOV

When she stepped out, my thoughts dissolved into nothing. The piece of material that covered her breasts pushed them up and together. I saw her slim stomach and the thin shorts that barely covered her lower region. Her legs looked about a mile long in those sexy heels. Her hair was curled, making her more beautiful than I'd ever seen her. The way she blushed pink and looked up at me through her eyelashes caused my pants to grow suddenly, achingly tight.

She walked up to me. "Hello," she said shyly.

"Hello, you're looking exceptionally delicious tonight," I murmured in her ear, allowing my fingers to gently graze her exposed lower back. She shivered.

"You're not so bad, yourself," she whispered, breathless. "Where are we going tonight?"

"That's a surprise. You'll have to wait," I chided.

She crossed her arms, pouting, making her cleavage even more pronounced. And I almost groaned out loud then. She was so alluring that I had to make a conscious effort not to compromise her virtue.

"Let's get going," I said, trying to hide the tent in my pants. "I'll drive."

"How come I can't drive?" Emmett whined.

"Because, at the moment, you're too busy with Rosalie."

He shrugged. "True."

I got into the drivers seat of my car while Jasper and Alice took his car – there was no way that six people would fit in any one of our cars. Bella climbed into the front passenger's seat. I couldn't stop myself from glancing at her glorious legs. I could hear Emmett and Rosalie talking cars in the backseat, giggling dispersed throughout the conversation and I knew I didn't want to know what Emmett was doing.

"Thank you," came Bella's sweet voice.

"For what?" I made the mistake of looking towards her to see her gorgeous face and bare shoulders.

"For taking us all out like this."

"Believe me, I get as much pleasure out of this as you." I caught the double meaning in my own words. We arrived at the club and I parked, cutting the engine off. When we climbed out, Bella and Rosalie were the subject of wolf whistles. Emmett and I glared at the culprits but they ignored us. Putting my arm protectively around Bella, I led us to the front of the club. The feel of her silky skin sent electricity through my system.

When Jasper and Alice joined us, we walked to the front of the line. The bouncer waved us in. I nodded once to him and he responded in the same manner.

Bella looked up at me. "You know him?"

"More or less. I used to bartend here."

"First you're a lifeguard, and then you're a mechanic. Now you're a bartender?" She raised one eyebrow.

"I was a bartender," I corrected, and we walked into the pulsating club. With gyrating bodies, the hot atmosphere, and a goddess beside me, I knew tonight was going to be very interesting.

So! Tell me what you think!!! I hoped you liked it.

Also, as a hint for the next chapter, someone gets very VERY drunk. Who do you think it is????

Is it…

-Edward

-Bella

-Emmett

-Rosalie

-Alice

-Jasper

Or

-Random Guy In Bar

lol! Don't you love the parts in movies that are like 'Girl With Umbrella' or 'Boy In Store'??? That just made me think of it! ;)

Anyway! Who do you think has had one too many beers?

-Oriana :D