Short-n-Sweet Sunday 7/2/11

So, I decided that in addition to Mentionable Monday (completed fic rec's) and Worthy WIP Wednesday (obviously WIP fic rec's), I also want to do a Short-n-Sweet Sunday to show the oneshots out there some love!
Todays S-n-S is:

Silent Admissions by bnjwl
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7139761/1/Silent_Admissions
Edward meets Bella on the streets and tries to use his cocky attitude to pick her up. She silently shuts him down and gets away with her deception till they meet up weeks later. Will he be angry at her? Can they handle the secret she will admit to?  Rated M, wordcount 7618


Teaser:

I turned the corner and slammed into a large brick wall. "Woah, babe, sorry about that. Did I hurt anything?" His hands slid up and down my arms, lingering along the section that would put him the closest proximity to my breasts…my breasts on display in the too small shirt that Alice loaned me. "Because I certainly don't want to harm a hair on your pretty little head. What's your name, sweetheart?"
I stood there stunned. He had the audacity to talk to me that way while his buddies stood back and laughed at me. His beautiful face and sexy, just rolled out of bed, hair was enough to make me want to throw myself down and let him have his way with me. But I could see in his eyes that he got that same reaction from lots and lots of women. He got it enough that he was too self assured, too cocky. He expected me to drop onto my knees and suck his cock right there on the street corner and that just was not going to happen. No matter how good looking he was. In fact, all I wanted to do right now was put him in his place, once and for all. I knew that if I kicked him in the balls then he would only feel that for a short time and he would just place blame on me. I wanted something that would humiliate him for the rest of his life, so I pulled out the small amount of sign language that I remembered and began to sign to him. His mouth dropped open and he stepped back. I no longer felt his hands on my arms or ghosting across the swell of my breasts either so it must have worked.
He began to stammer and stumble over his words. "I'm…I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, are you hurt?" I began to sign again, he had no idea that I was saying that I liked spaghetti for dinner. I signed something else…'my mother has a beautiful face.' He just kept stammering and trying to speak. Finally I motioned to my ears and made gestures that let him know that I couldn't hear. He reached into his expensive suit and grabbed a pen and note pad. He wrote 'I'm sorry' and handed the note to me. I wrote 'Okay' and handed it back to him.
As I walked off with Rose in tow, thankfully she stayed silent the whole time, I heard his buddies laughing their asses off at him. They mocked him for trying to use his charm on a woman who couldn't even hear his best asset. I snickered but held it deep inside; too close to him and he could still possibly hear me, discovering my deception.