Spy Games Teaser & EPOV Poll

Recently, I won a Fanny over at FFFW and I decided right around the same time that I would sign up to do an outtake for Smut Mondays over at Twilighted.net. A lot of my readers have been asking if I will ever do an EPOV, and while I do intend to write "The Spy" just as soon as I'm done writing "Spy Games," I will definitely take a break in between. So I don't know how long it will be until I get that started. Trust me, ladies, I need it. That being said, I've decided I'll treat you all to an EPOV outtake from "Spy Games" for the Smut Monday spot. The best part? You get to pick which one you wanna see.

********I'm leaving the poll open so that everyone can still look at it. But considered it closed. Angry Lemon wins!************

Which Scene Do You Want To See From EPOV?

• Pre-Spy Games
  
• "The Muse," (Chapter 1: Elevator Lemon)
  
• "Atlantis," (Chapter 12: Boat Lemon)
  
• "Watching The Cars Go By," (Chapter 13: Sky Walk Lemon)
  
• "A Rock & A Hard Place," (Chapter 16: Angry Lemon)
  

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In Addition to that, it's:

TEASER TIME!!!

YAY!!!



Here it is:


Chapter 22
The Prince, The King & The Witch


My brain wanted to be so mad at him, to curse him up and down this hallway, but my heart screamed out to him, begging him to put the pieces back together and make us alright again. "Mr. Cullen," I solemnly replied.

The tension between us was stifling and I started to dread getting into that elevator. If I was on the verge of a freak out just standing here, I couldn't imagine what being in a confined space with him would be like. The doors opened and we both paused, neither of us wanting to make that first move.

Might as well get this over with.

I took a deep breath and walked into the tiny metal box decorated with maroon wallpaper and dark gray carpeting. I pressed the button for the lobby just as Edward walked in behind me and took his spot at the other side.

"Where are you going, Mr. Cullen?"

"Me?" he asked, seeming taken off guard. "Oh, I'm -- I'm going down," he sputtered. "-- to the lobby."

I shot him an awkward look as the doors closed in front of us. What was that all about? Was he -- was he actually nervous? To be around me?

"I guess I am too," I whispered under my breath.

Then all fell silent and the seconds slowly ticked by, feeling more like hours than small fractions of time. I could literally feel the static energy as it intensified with each tick of the clock, that undeniable attraction tripling in strength -- and it cascaded off us both. We were naturally pulled to each other with such a tremendous force that standing this close to him but not touching him literally drained me. I was fighting this insatiable urge to fling myself across this elevator, wrap my fingers in his hair and beg him to fuck me on the spot. Every bone in my body screamed for it -- or maybe that was just my loins.

Regardless, my head was tromping my heart in everything to do with this matter. He owed me an explanation, an apology, hell, anything!

Tell me SOMETHING, Cullen!

But he owed me, and I couldn't be the first to give in.

Just when it seemed I would literally burst from the pressure between us, he pushed the emergency stop button and cleared his throat, the elevator coming to a complete halt before either of us said anything else.