So once again, I can't believe that it has been over a month since I last updated this story! Anyways, here's the next chapter for you!
Also, to the guest reviewer who threatened to stop reading the story if Christian had a girlfriend – when did I say that Christian had a girlfriend? When did I mark this story as a cheating story! And for the record, I can't force anyone to read any of my stories and its up to you what you read! Also, for the record the only girlfriend Christian will have in this story is Ana.
And to the reviewer who pointed out that Christian's eyes were grey and not blue, thank you for lettimg me know – I had gotten a little confused with Eric Northman's eyes, who are indeed baby blue.
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Enjoy!
APOV
"With respect, sir. I would rather hope that it would be the ladies choice and not yours since it is her after all that I am talking too and not you" Captain Sweatpants said, and you had to hand it to him. He really was brave. Or stupid, whichever way it was that you want to look at it.
"Well with absolutely no respect to you, I am telling you that my girlfriend doesn't want to go and dance with you" Christian said, his voice completely flat and it had a tone of finality to it.
"I think it is up to her, not you" Captain Sweatpants answered.
"I don't want to dance with you – I'd rather stay here with my boyfriend" I answered, and even though it felt slightly surreal to call Christian my boyfriend, I didn't enjoy having to watch Captain Sweatpants face as it fell to about three feet below the floor though.
"Well, it looks as if you don't know what you are missing, lady and I'm not going to be around for too much longer, so this is your final shot. Would you like to come and dance with me and have a night of pure and unadulterated passion that you will never ever forget for as long as you shall live perhaps even we could end up spending our entire lives together" the stranger said, and I tried not to laugh.
"I'm sorry, but I really am going to have to turn you down – I could have that night of pure passion any time that I wanted with my boyfriend" I said, trying to get my message across as gently as I could, and I thought that it was working until the guy – who was also known as Captain Sweatpants lunged across the table at me, grabbing me tightly by the arm and tried to pull me away from Christian.
"Let her go, now you creep" I heard Christian growl before I even managed to get any words out.
"No. She will have that dance with me and maybe we will see how far that things will really go! A little slut like you is bound to be great in the sack" Sweatpants growled back, before turning to me for the end of his speech.
"Over my dead body!" I said, turning around quickly and placing my knee firmly into his groin, causing him to let go of my arm and cup himself instead, as if that would alleviate the pain he was surely feeling around his … private parts right about now.
"Maybe that will teach you to leave girls alone whenever they say no" I hissed at him before going back over to Christian and sitting down again. I immediately put my hands on either side of my head and leaned against the table, taking a few deep breaths.
"Are you okay, baby?" he asked gently a few seconds later whenever I still hadn't moved from that position.
"Baby?" I asked, just wanting to forget all about what happened with Captain Sweatpants and get right back to the wonderful evening that we had been having.
"Yeah, why not?" Christian asked, and even in the dim lighting of the club, I could see that he was slightly flushed. Shit. I realised – I had probably embarrassed the poor man.
"I like that – and I have never been called it before either. Well to be more exact, I have never been given any nickname at all from any of the guys I have dated" I said, now feeling like it was my turn to flush.
"Any of the guys?" Christian asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"Are you calling me a slut?" I asked, with fake shock.
"Never, Ana. A gorgeous girl like you could have any guy that you wanted – your pick and choice but I am getting the feeling that I am very, very lucky that you are even paying the slightest bit of attention to me" Christian said, wrapping a stray piece of my hair behind my ear while looking at me directly in the eyes.
"Don't be silly, Christian. Very few men have ever paid any attention to me whatsoever. And why wouldn't I be paying any attention to you? You are literally gorgeous" I said, and then instantly regretted it. God, could this be any more embarrassing if I was trying to make it so?
"No, I think that you will find that it is you, not me dear Ana" he said, before softly and slowly lowering his mouth to mine. Our lips met in a soft sweet kiss, moulding together as if it was a dance that had been long perfected by all of the masterminds out there, but then eventually it broke apart whenever the two of us needed to breathe, and I gave him a weak smile before reaching out for the Berry breezer that he had bought for me, taking a sip of it while he did the same with his drink.
We spent the rest of the night in each other's company – just simply talking, dancing, kissing and getting to know each other, but all too soon it was closing time for the club.
"Baby, I know that this isn't the most gentlemanly thing in the world to ask of you, but will you come home with me, back to my place I mean? And I promise that we will just cuddle if you want to – I won't pressure you for anything more if you don't want to" Christian asked, with a few stutters along the way, as if he almost thought that I was going to refuse him – or maybe it was that he wasn't used to having to ask a question like that.
But then Christian was so good looking, that there was no way in hell that anybody would have turned him down before – or maybe it was that the girls just threw themselves at each him.
"Is it okay if we just cuddle, Christian? I don't want this thing we have got going on to end tonight but I won't sleep with someone who I have just met" I said.
"That is okay, but how are we going to cuddle if you don't want to sleep in the same bed as me?" he grinned.
"I never said I wouldn't sleep in the same bed as you, Christian. You just try and stop me! But I won't have sex with you either" I said, feeling a bit of a smile cross my face.
"Where do I sign for those terms and conditions?" Christian grinned, before placing another gentle kiss on my lips.
"Right here" I said, and even though I knew it was cheesy, I really didn't care. So, I stretched up on to my tip-toes and gave him another kiss.
"I just need to find Kate and let her know where I am – she is bound to get worried if I don't let her know and then don't come home tonight" I said, while Christian intertwined our hands together, and started lifting both of our coats and my bag.
"Maybe you should just text her – it might be easier. Plus, you don't know if she has already left or not" Christian said.
"Good idea – we could be around here all day trying to look for her" I said, and that was true. Even though it was closing time, the club was still packed out.
"Well I am here all week" Christian grinned.
"I'd rather you weren't – plus, I thought we were supposed to be going to your place" I said, and then grimaced. Way to sound like a slut, Steele.
"Rodger that" he grinned, as I pulled out my phone and saw that there was already a text waiting from Kate.
"Feel free to use the house for you and sexy pants. Won't be back til Monday. Have fun and remember the scouts motto"
I had to laugh – it was Kate's way of telling me to remember to use condoms.
"Well how about we go to my place instead? Kate won't be back until Monday. It seems that I wasn't the only one to get lucky tonight" I said.
"Lead the way then, baby" he replied. "And it looks like you won't be sleeping in my bed after all"
So … what do we think? Review to let me know your thoughts …
