All the positive responses I got for the last chapter were great - thanks so much to all of you who read it, and especially to those who reviewed :).
Without further ado, here are the teasers - both a pictease and a written teaser:
“I just don't want to get into something that's more than one night," she told me with a heavy sigh. "I can't do it. You wouldn't like who I was if you really knew me. You already know a little too much about me.”
I realised she was referring to her own self-destructive habits, and she cast her eyes down in embarrassment. “That doesn't matter one bit. I doubt you'd like the real me, either,” I told her. Actually, it did matter, and I really hated that she did it, but I knew it was her problem to deal with. This conversation was getting a little too deep, considering the fact that we were in a loud rock club. “Okay, fine,” I added. “I know you're not looking for anything serious, and neither am I. Can't we just...hang out?” I left a pause for suggestiveness, but I was sure it wasn't necessary. She knew what I meant, either way.
“I don't think that would be good for me,” she muttered, her expression still careful. Well, actually, Bella, I think it would be very good for me. But hey...“You're not my type, Jasper. And I'm not the kind of girl you'd want. I'm not...normal.”
Bella definitely wasn't my type either. For one thing, her breasts were definitely her own. I involuntarily shot a glance at her neckline, taking in the soft curves of her cleavage that peeked out of the tank top. Stop it! I returned my gaze to her face, and it seemed she hadn't noticed my blatant leering.
“Can you even believe for just a second that I'm not some total jerk?”
“No,” she told me as she squared her hands on her hips, her brown eyes blazing with an unquenchable fire. She looked stunning, even if she was pissed at me, and I couldn't help feeling slightly in awe of her. “You're a bartender. I don't think that usually translates into being Mr Reliable.”
In spite of myself, I bristled at that comment. “It's my fucking job, Bella,” I spat. “It doesn't make me who I am.”
“Then what does?” Her gaze was searching, and she looked like she was afraid of the answer.
Hope you all enjoyed that and the next chapter is coming soon.