A/N: This is an outtake from my story "Spy Games." This scene took place in Chapter 16, but it was originally written from BPOV. Here's the other side of the story.

I've received a lot of notes asking if I will write anymore of Spy Games or post my alternate ending. At this time, I have no plans to do either. I've been going to school full time as well as working full time and trying to get my original fiction finished. I also want to thank Ms. Swan's Bookstore, which wrote an awesome review of Spy Games and encouraged me to repost this. Enjoy.

A Spy Games outtake - EPOV

"A Rock and A Hard Place."

"You don't find it terribly unfair that you know so much about me, and I know practically nothing of you? What if the tables were reversed?" Bella teased, allowing me to casually pull the zipper down on the back of her black evening gown. It fell to the floor, leaving her clad in nothing but her matching thong undies. I ghosted my lips up the side of her neck and pressed them to her ear. Her hair smelled like green apples and strawberries.

"Yet I learned everything I know from my own research, my own observations. You prefer to go directly to the source. Seems like cheating to me." I was only teasing her, of course. But, my oh my, how much fun that was. "Besides - I wouldn't say you know nothing of me," I hissed and she broke out into goosebumps - absolutely one of my favorite reactions.

She shivered when my fingers twisted around the thin straps holding her underwear together, making my cock twitch from the sight of it. I bent down and trailed my hands down the back of her legs, dragging her panties with them.

God, she smelled good - like lavender and honeysuckle and the faintest trace of vodka and cranberry. She must have been drinking earlier tonight.

Just as I was about to slide my tongue along the side of her waist and get my first taste of that delicious skin, Bella's cellphone started buzzing from the kitchen counter. I smiled and looked up, waiting to see if the call was really that important. If I knew her as well as I thought I did, the answer to that had better be no.

She didn't move, just gave me a simple nod of the head that demanded I continue.

"Shouldn't you get that?" I suggested.

She giggled, fucking giggled, and then shook her head. "It's Alice. She deserves to wait."

Hell yeah.

My lips continued to tickle down her body as my fingers found the juiciest part of her anatomy and slid into action. I circled her clit and teased at sliding my fingers inside of her. She felt warm and slick, having already gotten wet by our flirtations earlier. I brought my fingers to my lips and finally got my first taste of her - damn, she was sweet. I fucking loved eating her out, and, as my mind created images of a full out buffet, I playfully bit into the side of her hip. She gasped and jump, and I laughed at how damned cute she was. I was testing her, seeing how far her patience really ran before she was literally begging for my tongue to replace my fingers.

The phone started ringing again - the same stupid fucking song that would now most likely be stuck in my head for the rest of the night.

"Ain't No Mountain High Enough, Ain't No Valley Low Enough -"

After a few seconds of what must have been painful deliberation, she wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled my head away from her.

"I'm going to have to get that this time, I'm afraid," she whispered. "Hold that thought."

Well shit!

As she walked to the kitchen to grab her phone, I groaned and sat back on my shoes, running my fingers through my hair with frustration. Whoever was on the other end of that piece of shit Blackberry was bound to fuck up my evening.

No, screw that.

I had plans for her tonight - plans that involved handcuffs, a blindfold and possibly hot candle wax. I figured I'd rummage around in her treasure chest until I found something that looked interesting enough.

After she answered, Bella turned to look at me again and I knew this wouldn't be a long conversation. She still had that ravenous look about her - that tinge in her eyes that appeared whenever she was planning on fucking me before the morning breaks. It was the look I'd been trying to put down on paper for months. Suffice to say, she didn't know about that obsession and I could only work on the sketches when she was asleep.

Isabella Swan, my competitor for all intents and purposes, had been the biggest project I'd ever been given. I was supposed to get in, get the information off her computer, and get out as quickly as possible. I'd been screwing her for weeks now and I hadn't been able to bring myself to do it. Night after night, I stared at her laptop and paced the carpet of her living room, begging for the courage to get it over with - and something stopped me everytime.

I didn't know what it was, but it was starting to piss me off. She was threatening to come between me and everything I'd built for myself.

Bella smiled from across the room, inching closer and closer as she continued her conversation on the phone. Finally, she came close enough and I reached out to grab her, wrapping my arms around her waist. I almost couldn't resist it anymore, I wanted to taste her so bad. My fingers spread her, opening her up for my tongue to lick the entirety of her pussy. She tasted sweet, like honey, sweet and delicious, and I wanted to lick every last inch.

It was a selfish action really. I wanted her off the phone. I wanted her to be as into this as I was. And so I broke out a few tricks I'd learned overseas. I nibbled on her clit, drawing my fingers in and out of her slowly and curling them towards me on their reentry. As I stroked her G-Spot, she grew wetter and wetter and I lapped it up, each and every drop. My dick rubbed against the inside of my pants painfully, a simple reminder of why I'd started coming here to begin with. Bella's pussy was one of the best I'd ever had - tight, hot and delicious. Perhaps that's what kept me from doing my job - the fact that if I was found out, she'd take her gorgeous pussy and walk away from me. I wrapped my lips around her a little tighter and started sucking, causing one of her hands to fall on the back of my head and grasp at my hair for support.

Hah! Gotcha!

Just as I went to prop her leg over my shoulder, I heard an arrant sentence from her conversation.

"What's that to do with Van - our client?" Bella croaked, her fingers twisting just a little tighter at the back of my head.


She was about to say Vanderhausen. She was about to find out he was my client now.

My tongue kept moving, but my brain was already starting to calculate how this evening would end up.

Secretly, I hoped that if I kept rotating her clit around in my mouth, she might just forget about the whole thing. My dick was literally begging to fuck her by the time she'd hung up the phone. She looked down at me, grabbed the back of my head and whispered, "Someone has some explaining to do."

Christ, almighty. Here we go.

Disgruntled, I stood and took off my jacket to throw it across the back of the sofa. "What'd she say? Is everything alright?"

"Would you like to explain Vanderhausen to me?" She brought her hands to her hips.

The information I was supposed to steal from her computer included a clientele database with a financial profile on Nikoli Vanderhausen, a very successful and wealthy investor. He'd signed some preliminary paperwork with her but later signed the contract and did the deal with me. The fact that I'd never gotten his information from her specifically made it alright in my book. I'd won his account fairly.

I shrugged and shook my head. "It's business. It's got nothing to do with us."

That much was the truth. If there was one thing that needed to remain separate between us, it was business and what we did after hours. She had to know that. Surely she wasn't going to bethat upset about it.

But, I couldn't have been more wrong. She didn't buy it and shot a look of suspicion my way. "And how did you find out he was in the market?"

"He sought me out."

Which was the truth as well. Sort of. My father had handed me his financial profile probably two or three hours before Vanderhausen called me. Carlisle must have gotten the information from some other source. So I wasn't exactly lying to her - just withholding information, information that would do nobody any good.

It was like she could smell something on me, an underlying secret I was keeping from her. "No he didn't," she whispered. "Did you hack my computer, Edward?"

Even though this had been my original intention, I hadn't gotten the balls to do it . . .yet. And it sort of pissed me off that she'd immediately suspected me. Sure, I was her arch nemesis. Sure, our companies were cut throat rivals. But I'd given her no real reason to distrust me. I'd physically done nothing wrong, despite my purpose going into this arrangement. "No! You know I would have never done that," I roared.

I literally couldn't.

Up until I'd been given her as a project, hacking and destroying was no big deal. I did that shit in my sleep. With her, it felt all wrong, and something about that confused me. I had decided to keep screwing her until I figured it out. Probably not the best idea, in retrospect. It was getting to a point where I wasn't sure I could walk away from her as easily as the others.

Bella still seemed unconvinced. "Do I? I mean, he was perfectly happy with what I had to offer and yet Alice says he sent an email stating that he'd received a better offer from one of my major competitors. I have only one competitor - major that is. How did you know what to offer him?"

I sighed out of frustration.

Fighting with Bella about work all night was definitely not on my extremely well planned agenda for this evening.

And I think that ticked me off even more. "Bella, what does it matter? I didn't react like this when you took one of my clients -"

"But you should have!" She cut me off. She fucking cut me off. Can you believe that shit? "Just tell me the truth, Edward. Tell me what happened?" Her voice was shaky, like she was on the verge of screaming any second.

I didn't know what the fuck to do about her being this upset. And I also knew that there was no way of proving my innocence, which made me even more angry. I hate feeling helpless, I hate feeling out of control. But in this situation, when all I wanted to do was fuck and all she wanted to do was fight, I was clueless. So I scratched the back of my head and shrugged. "He said he was shopping -"

"He wouldn't have signed the prelims with me if he was still shopping around with you," she rebutted. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks flushed with rage. If I could have gotten away with it, I would have reached out and kissed her just to get her to stop talking. God, she was beautiful when she was pissed - she was beautiful period. But when she got all riled up, her lips were just a little redder, her eyes a little more focused, and it drove me wild. It was difficult to keep from pinning her tiny little ass across the dining room table and fucking the rage out of her. It didn't help that she was wearing nothing but five inch heels.

I snorted. "You don't know that."

"I know him - I know men like him. It's not something he would have done," she explained, and to a certain degree, she had a point. "What did you tell him? What did you offer him?"

"Why are you doing this? Why is it so important to you?"

Her eyes twisted into confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Well, if I weren't screwing you and you weren't screwing me, I'm sure you would have been just as upset about this, but you wouldn't have confronted me about it. Why are you putting up such a battle? He's already signed the paperwork with Cullen Incorporated, Bella. Just face it, you've lost this one." And there you have it ladies and gentlemen. That one tiny four-lettered word caused the incredible downward spiral of our entire evening.

Bella's tone immediately turned sour. "Lost? I haven't lost anything. It doesn't matter if you stole him or not, I've still got the better business, the one making more money. You may have won the battle, but the war is far from over. All I want to know is what you said to Vanderhausen to get him to ditch me."

Years from this moment, I will be embarrassed about the next sentence off my lips. I'd meant it at the time, I'd wanted to crush her ego, bring her back to Earth. Call me a cocky, arrogant, son of a bitch, who the fuck cares. "He said he didn't trust a woman in charge and I agreed with him. He told me the shitty price you gave him and I beat it by a few million. There - are you happy?"

I know it sounds harsh, but before you get your panties in a twist and call me a chauvinist, understand that it wasn't necessarily that I didn't trust her in charge. In my previous experience, woman CEO's run their company into the ground because they let their hormones and emotions get in the way. So, hate me, alright? That's how I feel.

More importantly, it was the truth. It was how Vanderhausen approached me, it was what he needed to hear to join "the dark side," as it were. I was just doing my job. The fact that she was berating me about it only made me more pissed and agitated..

"He called me, Bella," I continued. "I have more respect for you than to steal," evidently, "and if I had hacked into your computer database, you wouldn't have known I was there." I took a few breaths and ran my hand through my hair. "I would have thought you'd know that, that you would have thought better of me."

I'd like to thank the academy.

But one look at her switched something inside of me, and at the time, I didn't know or understand what it was. I suddenly felt this need to make her feel better, to undo the hurt that I'd just caused, to protect her from . . . well . . . me. "Look, you said so yourself. You made a ton of money tonight and you have the better business, so what does it matter if one client -"

"He was MINE, Edward," she croaked. "MY client, MY money. And just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't run a company. Obviously I've been doing it better than your father for years!" She was starting to shake, she was so furious.

"Is this how tonight is going to go? Cheap shots and low blows?" By this point, I was tired and my dick was starting to ache with the first sign of blue balls. I certainly hadn't come here to fight with her, and I wasn't going to condone it. If she wanted to keep arguing, she could do that with herself. I just wanted to fuck or go home and jerk off. Either way, I was calling it a night.

"Excuse me?"

Here it was, all the cards on the table. "I came over here to fuck, Bella, not to fight with you. If this is how things are going to go, I'll take my business elsewhere." In retrospect, I'd said that completely out of exhaustion. It was a dick move, but it'd done the trick. She looked hurt and infuriated and some part of me wanted to play on that. If she got rid of me, if she kicked me out, maybe I'd finally be able to get her out of my head and get some sleep at night. And then I'd never say another thing to hurt her. I'd never have the opportunity to break her.

It was a mutually beneficial outcome.

I slowly drew my gaze from the ground to her appalled expression and knew I'd fucked up royally. I'd said too much - been too honest.

"Well, if you even have somewhere else to take your business," she hissed, "I suppose that would be more worth your time." She marched right over to the front door, opened it wide and nodded her head to the side, demanding I leave.

I laughed. I laughed out of disappointment, I laughed because Bella was completely naked and exposing herself to any passerby who may randomly live at the end of the hall, and I laughed because I knew it was an empty threat. She was just pissed, much more so than I was. "I don't want to leave, Bella. But if I do, I don't think I'll be back."

I only leave once. And I don't look back. I can't afford to be that careless - not in my line of work.

"Get! Out!" she screamed.

Something inside planted me to the ground. I should have left. I should have grabbed my shit and bolted. It's what I'd been wanting to do this whole time. But I couldn't. Maybe it was her demanding I go instead of me leaving on my own free will, maybe it was my cock begging for just one more night with her, or maybe it was the uncompleted sketch in my briefcase screaming for a face that held me put. In any case, I was frozen to her living room floor - stunned and scared as to the reason why. "Bella, don't do this," I softly whispered, trying my best to calm the both of us down.

We were fighting about nothing. Yeah, I was angry, but we could work this out. We had to work this out. Sure, I'd said some shitty things, but I knew, deep down, that she was just upset, that she didn't really want me to go, and she would get over this eventually. Maybe not tonight, but sooner or later, she'd forgive me.

She slammed the door shut and threw her hands to her hips again.

Thank God.

"Then tell me the truth, Edward. Are you stealing from me?"

I was growing irritated with having to repeat myself. "No!" I growled. "Damn it, Bella! Why would you think -" I started.

"Maybe you got sloppy." She cut me off again. She fucking - cut me off - again. "Maybe you left a door open when you were tromping your clumsy ass feet around in my database."


Not only was I really innocent, but I meant what I said. If I'd been the one to do it, no one would have known about it. Whomever Carlisle paid to hack her company database was cut-rate, at best. "Have you ever known me to do something like that? Have I ever given you any reason to think I make mistakes?"

That sentence didn't come out exactly the way I wanted it to, but fuck it. It was out there. Bella seemed to hesitate, pondering the meaning of my response. Her face initially twisted into confusion followed later by what seemed like acceptance. Had I finally gotten through to her? Had I -

It all happened very quick. She was looking at me one second, and the next, she was digging around in my briefcase that I'd inadvertently left sitting on the kitchen counter.

I had shoved my sketchbook and a few drawings in there before I left my apartment today.


I practically flew across the loft to stop her.

No, no, no.

She couldn't find out about that - She absolutely could not know -

But it was too late.

By the time I'd gotten there, she was already tossing two pictures around in her hands, a stunned, deer in head lights look upon her face.

And then I got pissed - really, really pissed.

How dare she?

She'd gone through my personal stuff - without even asking?


And I couldn't even say anything to her about it.

Hadn't I done the same thing last week? Hadn't I gone through her shit to hide condoms all over the place? Really, I'd been searching for information - the condoms were an excuse in case she noticed something out of place.

At lightening speed, several thoughts shot to the forefront of my mind.

Take your shit and get out!

Fuck being frozen!

You better thaw really quick, mother fucker.


Get the fuck out of there, man!

I violently grabbed my drawings out of her hands and shoved them back into my briefcase, slowly meeting her demanding gaze.

Look at her. She's not upset.

She's confused.

Kiss her!

Fuck her!


No, don't do that.


Do something!

Don't just stand there like an asshole, fucking say something - anything!

I opened my mouth to tell her I was leaving, to tell her she'd plucked my last nerve, but somehow, that hardly seemed appropriate. Before I could think of anything worth while, she wrapped her hand around the back of my neck and pulled her cherry lips to mine.

Fuuuccckk. Yeeaahh.

I might as well have been puddy on the floor. I melted into her, wrapping my arms around her waist and twisting her around so that her back was against the front door.

I didn't know if she was pissed or elated or confused or whatever the fuck. She was kissing me - and that's all that mattered. A feral urge overwhelmed me and I knew, right then and there, that I had to have her - that I would have her.

She wrapped her legs around my waist as I lifted her off the ground with one hand. The other started unzipping my pants and pushed them to the ground with unparalleled speed. I almost couldn't push my dick inside of her quick enough.


Simply fucking amazing.

She was wet and tight and felt perfect. Absolutely perfect.

The anger I had for her at the moment intensified everything - the clawing of her nails down my shoulder blades, the rhythm of the door banging against the frame behind her, the sweet smell of flowers and apples in her shampoo as her hair fell in waves around my face. But mostly, my cock was harder than it'd ever been before. Something about the fight brought out this other side of me, this beast that just wanted to devour her in every way possible.

She twisted her legs tighter around my waist and bit into my shoulder as she roared, "God damn it, Edward, harder."

Fresh off the adrenaline rush of arguing with her, I smiled and whispered, "Beg." Not that I wouldn't do it anyway, but there was nothing like the sound of "please" falling from her mouth.

She sighed and started to curve her hips into me so that our bodies met with much larger force. "Don't flatter yourself, just fucking do it."

"You don't fucking deserve it," I teased, drawing out of her slowly, painfully. I was teasing her, spreading this out as long as it would go. I was pissed because she'd discovered my secret and frustrated that she'd started this fucking fight all together, and yet, I was loving every second of being inside of her. I didn't want it to end.

"YOU don't fucking deserve ME," she growled before ripping open the front of my tux shirt and sending buttons flying everywhere.

God damn it!

There goes another two hundred dollar shirt.

And as much as I wanted to be angry about having to explain to the guy at my dry cleaners how I managed to lose most of the buttons on yet another designer button down, having her react that intensely made it seem worthwhile. My cock twitched inside of her from the excitement, growing harder and more demanding, if that was even possible.

Shit, I'd paid two hundred dollars for much, much less entertaining things.

"I deserve every little moan that escapes those perfect fucking lips. Just like you deserve every little fucking thing I give to you," I hissed. I twisted her arms above her head and held them there with one hand, thrusting into her more with a greater ferocity. She liked it hard. She liked it rough. And the deeper I went, the wetter she got. I was sure that she was just as riled up about the fight as I was, and the rage we both felt for each other made our fucking seem more like a contest, each trying to outdo the other with filthy words and hip thrusts.

My arms shook under her weight as I surged deeper, my fingers digging into her thighs with a desperate attempt to hold on to her. Her moaning increased with each jolt of lust between us and that enticed me to slam her beautiful little ass against the door even harder. So I did. I stretched inside of her as far as I could go, squeezing her wrists tighter above her head for leverage.

If I thought regular sex with Bella was good, angry sex with Bella was fucking spectacular. I silently pondered starting shit with her more often if it meant we'd end the night like this.

God damn, it was amazing.

I shouldn't live for this feeling, I shouldn't care about Bella, I shouldn't love the way my dick fit inside of her like a lost puzzle piece. We were perfect for each other but it didn't matter - we would never be anything other than a fling, a phase, a way to pass the time.

"You feel so fucking good, it's not fair," I snarled. I still hadn't forgiven her for going through my personal shit. But, God, I loved fucking her. I was so conflicted about the whole thing. And that, in turn, made everything spin around me faster.

"You love it, you adore it," she roared.

"Not as much as you," I quickly replied. "Your tight little pussy literally craves me, doesn't it? Admit it?"

I didn't wait to hear her response. I already knew I was right. She needed to shut up and enjoy the fucking ride for once. So I crashed my lips into hers, savoring the heavy breathing falling from her nose and the satin feel of her skin against mine.

"Fuck you," she snarled, breaking away from me.

Fuck me?

I'm fucking you, love.

And so I brought my hips up to meet hers at a sharper angle, one aimed more towards me. I stabbed her G-Spot with as much force as I could, and she yelped, rolling her head back as she breathlessly murmured, "Ah - fuck me!"

She knew it was true. She was beginning to find herself addicted to me, the same way I was starting to feel about her - or had been for a while. As much as I tried to hide it, she had found out the truth tonight, and I didn't know what to do about that.

"Look down, Bella!" I hissed. "Do you see that? That's what it fucking looks like when I take you - when you take me - You fucking engulf me - consume me. Don't ever fucking forget that." And that did it. Bella's muscles clenched around me, her legs tightened and her nails dug into my palms. She screamed - fucking screamed - and forced me to let go of her wrists and cover her mouth with my hand instead. I wanted to laugh, but with her climax came my own as well. Electric jolts shot through my body as my orgasm overwhelmed me. My knees shook under us, my cock twitched and pumped into her, and all the energy I had went into riding out this climax.

Needless to say, this was the hardest I'd ever come.

I felt light headed, dizzy, not something I'd ever felt after an orgasm. She'd certainly done a number on me.

After I caught my breath, I put her back on her own two feet and sighed. We stood there for a minute, neither of us really sure what the hell had just happened and what to do about it now. We'd spent the evening fighting because I'd stolen a client from her, she'd found out one of my darkest secrets pertaining to a certain sketchbook, and then we'd fucked it out of each other in one of the best rounds of sex I'd ever had - EVER.

As I finally came around, I lifted my gaze to meet hers - a tragic little smile gracing my face.

"Get out," she whispered between heavy pants, her eyes like molten charcoal, burning right through me.

My face hardened into a grimace. "Gladly." Somehow pulling myself together, I rearranged my clothes, grabbed my briefcase and left.

I managed to make it to my loft before I started feeling queasy about the whole situation. I opened my door, placed my briefcase on the kitchen counter and walked across the space to my bedroom on the other side.

"She knows," my subconscious whispered.

I shook it off and pressed the button by my bed that caused the blinds to go shooting to the ceiling.

At first, I wasn't going to look. At first, I thought I didn't care.

"She knows," my subconscious said again.

And again, I let it go. Slowly turning toward the windows, I closed my eyes and braced myself for the truth. Upon opening them again, I saw nothing but dark windows across the street - nothing at all but dark windows. Sure, the exhibitionist two floors up was still walking around naked and the father of two that lived right next to her was just about headed to bed himself. But Bella's windows - nothing but pitch black.

She had shut her blinds tonight. She had probably shut them permanently.

At this point, I had no way of knowing when I'd get the sketch done. I had no way of knowing when I'd see her again. I didn't even know if she'd consider talking to me at all.

At that thought, something tightened in my stomach and I immediately felt nauseous.

What the fuck was that?

Was I upset that I wouldn't see her again? Was I upset that she'd gotten so pissed at me? Was I upset about our argument?

"She knows!" my subconscious screamed and I couldn't take it anymore.

I picked up the closest object and threw it across the room, where it crashed against the wall and fell to a million pieces behind my dresser. I noticed too late that it was a bauble my cousin had gotten me before she passed, a bauble that could not easily be replaced.

And then I was even more agitated with myself.

I was pissed I'd let Bella get to me this way, I was pissed I'd kept the affair going for so long, and I was pissed that the thought of not seeing her again made me act out. I mean, what the fuck is that?

I fished a joint out of the canister next to my bed and headed for my studio. If I thought the temptress I met on the sky walk a few days ago was anything spectacular, she had nothing on the way anger made Bella radiate. I had to get it down before it was out of my mind.

A/N: I'd like to thank a few people, of course. Shelley AKA LittleYellowPorsche, for talking me into doing this in the first place and for the prereading work you did on such short notice. My betas, Jenny, and Pam, thank you for your continued support and awesome advice. RoseT, thank you for your honesty and your kickass suggestions. Jo, Maimu and Cindy, thank you for being the most avid EPOV lovers that you are and assisting me in making this the best it could be.

As for you Spy Games readers, my RL has been a wee bit crazy lately, but I promise that I am working on the next chapter again - after a brief hiatus. It should be up in the next few days or so. I apologize for the wait and thank you for your patience. :-)