About: When Bella's best friends throw her a party she is given a surprise less than what she bargained for. The worst thing that can happen when opening the door to the police is assuming they're strippers. Thankfully her embarrassment is quickly replaced by another feeling. ExB, Rated M, Cannon couples, Lemons.

Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine.

Chapter One

A high pitch squeal rips through the room. The sound has nothing to do with an emergency. Just the combination of alcohol and women. When my best friend said a "fun welcome home" I honesty pictured something different. Nowhere in the agreement was tequila specified. At no point did I agree to this.

"Bella, just relax," Rosalie huffs from beside me.

It was my birthday again. Just when I thought I had gotten through hating the last one. It was my least favourite day of the year and it had come back around. Just another reminder of age. I get 23 is kinda young to care about the fatigue of ageing but it was a great excuse. Unless you complain about age to somebody old. I just hated the attention.

My best friend Rose had invited girls from high school, her job, even her salon. All to make it seem like I had a bunch of people around me that wanted to celebrate me. I couldn't care less about their lives.

"I just.. This isn't my kind of fun," I complain.

A work friend she had invited laughs loudly while another woman I don't know begins to unbutton her blouse slowly. Dear god. She must be the reputable hairdresser Rose warned me about. The one who is known for suggesting strip poker at every event.

"I told you I wanted to throw you a fun girls party. You've been away for so long. Plus you said no to a nightclub," she takes my hand.

"Now you can see why I stayed away" I groan.

For the past year, I had called London home. I had bought the plane ticket spur of the moment. I completed the last of my teaching degree there. Now I am ready to inspire the next generation of acne, angst-ridden teens with history. My mother argued I could have completed the degree here in Seattle. But, I wanted to discover what might be out there. For a while, I was pleased with my findings.

He was tall, handsome and his accent sent shivers down my spine. Until I heard him use it while moaning the name of the woman he met at a bar. While having sex with me. He told me I misheard him. Only mistaking my name for 'Sarah' because of a thick accent wasn't something I could let pass.

I think he had expected me to scream and throw every cuss in the language toward him. Instead, I bought a plane ticket home and closed the book on exploration abroad. Thankfully, Rose had agreed to let me stay until I could find my feet here again. Now it was time to apply like crazy to jobs and find employment. I had to move quickly. Last month her boyfriend got down on one knee. I'd only met Emmett a few times before I left. I knew they were crazy about one another. For the most part, an engagement seemed rushed, but she showed no signs of regret or hesitation.

Rose had thrown me a party to get me out of the funk that came with all of the feelings. She had been there for me since high school. We had been inseparable since our first day. We had weekly skype calls while I was away. Before I left it was rare we went a day without seeing each other. She made up for my lack of sibling.

"You're not messaging that jerk are you?" She tried to reach for my phone.

"No. He's ignoring anything I send," I pull the device away from her, "maybe I should have stayed there? I don't know what I'm doing. Now I'm unemployed. I feel like I'm running away."

"I think you wanted to come back home but just needed the perfect excuse to do it," Rose squeezes my hand in hers.

I wonder if she realises she is swaying? She never could handle too much alcohol. I've watched her mouth struggle to find her straw all night.

"I think you need more wine," Rose slurs while reaching for an empty bottle on the floor.

She begins to hand me it but quickly notices the weightlessness. Her frown pinches with a scowl while confusion moves across her features.

"Damn. It's empty. I'll go get more," she bounces up.

As she walks away the other's attention escape me too. No one talks to me. Someone increases the volume of the music. The walls of the small apartment thump. Much like my headache. Despite being here for just a few days travel still had the best of me. I was tired. As I began to search for a ticket to bed there is a loud bang on the door. My sober ears are the only pair to hear it.

Huffing I race to it and look out the peephole. These women were unbelievable. On top of a broken heart and jetlag. I'm now angry.

"Seriously? Who ordered strippers?" I yell over the music while throwing open the wooden door.

I turn to look at the two men wearing police uniforms on the other side of the threshold. One is tall and slightly tan. He has facial hair and is older than the second much hotter one. I don't pay too much attention to the older cop at all. I'm too busy taking in the beautiful creature beside him.

He's tall, muscular and serious. His hair is a gorgeous copper, it's messy. His defined bone structure and crystal green eyes catch my attention. Then my eyes move to study how perfect that uniform looks on his toned body. Perhaps it's too tight. Maybe he needs relief. I undress him with my mind considering what's hidden beneath.

"Miss," he seems unimpressed.

Damn. He'd definitely caught me checking him out. The fact I'm twirling my chocolate brown hair absent-mindedly doesn't help. I stop so I can gather my thoughts. His badge identifies him as 'Officer Edward Cullen.'

"Look, officers. I don't know who ordered you," I begin.

"I believe it would have been your neighbours. We've had a few noise complaints," he interrupts.

His voice is amazing. It's deep and thick with authority. Before he continues I stop him again wanting to assert my control too. Internally I'm telling myself to shut up, but my mouth continues to emit noise.

"Let me guess. You have some report concerning some bad bad girls?" I raise an eyebrow.

Now his partner looks amused. Perhaps he plays good cop. Good. I want Cullen to cuff me.

"Miss?" he prompts.

"Swan. Bella Swan" I cross my arms leaning against the frame of the door.

"Miss Swan. I'm going to have to ask you to turn down the music and keep the noise to a social level. It's late and residents around you are unhappy," he says.

"Or what? You'll bend me over and spank me raw? Cuff me up?" I raise an eyebrow, "I need to know. Are the pants velcro? Is that how they rip so easily?"

Before I can stop myself I am inspecting his pants closely. As I narrow my focus in on the seems his partner is unable to smother his laughter. So he turns his back, pacing back toward the elevator to laugh. However, Cullen isn't cracking. I'm confused. I thought strippers rush in to begin thrusting into your face.

"Bella," Rose appears behind me, "what's going on?"

Her entire expression shifts with recognition for the officer.

"You ordered strippers and didn't tell me. I didn't ask for this," I wave my arms at the exotic dancer.

"Edward," Rose smiles at the God, "I'm so sorry. We'll keep the noise down. Everyone is about to head home anyway."

An apology is written all over her expression. My eyes widen at her reaction. How did she know him?

"These men are just cops?" I ask her quietly.

"Yep. Edward is Emmett's brother. Oh, also just because you whisper it doesn't mean they won't hear you. They're still right there," Rosalie smiles at them.

"Enjoy the rest of your evening," the older officer laughs calling for the lift.

"For the record. I believe it may just be a velcro attachment," Edward finally cracks a smirk, "What time is the engagement party this weekend?"

"Four. Try to be on time," Rosalie smiles, "we'll try to keep Bella from tearing off your pants."

The smile he returns is award-winning. His teeth are perfect, his lips providing a kissable frame. When he steps into the elevator he offers me one last wink. Giving my mortification one more fatal stab.

"I'm almost disappointed you couldn't get their clothes off. You could have used the action," she laughs, "But the drool on my carpet from your mouth makes me think you knew that already."

"Shut up," I groan, "Kick everyone out. I want to go to bed."

The second my bedroom door is shut I flop onto my bed vowing to never leave it again.

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I hope to see you for chapter two!