Rose's POV

"Awe hell Rose, no, no that is just….wrong," Emmett whined.

"Says who?" I snapped out.

"He's eighteen years older than you." I turned to Emmett and raised my eyebrows questionably.

"Did you seriously just say that to me?" I asked.

"I'm talking looks wise, not actual age, obviously!"

"I always preferred the older men."

"He's the chief of police Rose….awe hell Rose it's just wrong, don't do it…please?"

"Excuse me, what about you chasing that Lauren bitch last month, did I try and stop you?" I asked while venom pooled around my mouth with annoyance.

"Rose you flushed her fucking head down the toilet and told her to stay away from me." Emmett growled out.

"Not the point Em, did I try and stop YOU?"

"Rose…." Emmett started, but he stopped talking as soon as I held my hand up to his face.

"I want just a simple yes or no Emmett?"

"No, you didn't try and stop me, but…"

"Then shut it Emmett, I will get him…damn that moustache of his just does it for me." I stood there staring at him while he ate in the local café, he was here every evening at the same time, I had grew a little fascinated with Charlie about six months back, I frequently found myself wondering what was going through his mind while he sat there for hours at a time.

Within a few months I began to fantasise how that moustache would feel between my thighs and last months I fantasised about how it would feel to make love to a cop and that's when I realised I had a slight obsession with him.

"You need help…serious fucking help, if Carlisle knew about this he would freak." I turned and glared at Emmett, my eyes tightening with annoyance.

"Carlisle does not find out about this Emmett, you hear me?"

"Rose, listen, he is the chief of police, will you please understand what would happen if he realised what we were? What you are? Rose he's a cop for Christ sake."

"I don't care, I want him." I whined while visualising me stamping my foot down to get my own way "I will get him," I said and then I walked into the café and headed to the counter, "a coffee please." I asked the waitress.