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OH-it's Sunday. That means NY Giants football. Well she has a treat when she gets back-look....A Master of the Universe teaser!!! We should all tell the author how much little wolvesnvamps loves her story so she will start putting the teasers here too!
Master of the Universe
Chapter Forty Five - Teaser
I glance nervously round the bar. I cannot see him.
“Bella, what is it?”
“It’s Edward, he’s here.”
“Really?” She glances round the bar too. I have neglected to mention his stalker tendencies to my Mom.
And then I see him. As he makes his way towards us my heart leaps… beginning a juddering thumping beat. He’s really here - for me… My inner goddess leaps up from her chaise longue in anticipation… Moving smoothly through the crowd, his copper hair glinting under the recessed halogens, bright green eyes shining with… anger? Tension? His mouth is set in a grim line, jaw tense… oh holy shit… no. I am so mad at him right now, and here he is… how can I be angry with him in front of my mother?
He arrives at our table, gazing at me warily. He’s dressed in customary white linen shirt and jeans.
“Hi,” I squeak, unable to hide my shock and awe at seeing him here in the flesh.
“Hi,” he replies and leaning down he kisses my cheek very quickly, taking me by surprise.
“Edward, this is my mother, Renee.” My ingrained manners take over… he turns to greet my Mom.
“Mrs Dwyer, I am delighted to meet you.” How does he know her name? He gives her the heart-stopping Edward Cullen patented full-blown-no-prisoners-taken smile. She doesn’t have a hope. My mother’s lower jaw practically hits the table. Jeez, get a grip Mom. She takes his proffered hand and they shake. My mother hasn’t replied… Oh, complete dumbfounded speechlessness is genetic – I had no idea.
“Edward,” she manages finally, breathlessly. He smiles knowingly at her, his green eyes twinkling. I narrow my eyes at them both.
“What are you doing here?” My question sounds more brittle than I mean and his smile disappears, his expression now guarded. I am thrilled to see him, but completely thrown off balance, my anger simmering through my veins. And I’m anxious about the email I just sent him. I don’t know if I want to stand up and shout at him or throw myself into his arms – but I don’t think he’d like either – and I want to know how long has he been watching us…