A/N
Part two of the Vegas adventure. There's lots of different points of views coming up. Normally I would just put a few dots and let you guys work out who's head I'm writing from but to make it easier for this larger chapter, I've written 'John Smith POV'
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Chapter twenty one
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13:20,
Men's Warehouse,
Las Vegas,
Nevada
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Ana's POV;
"Suits up, gentlemen," Christian said and clapped his hands excitedly as he led his boys into the tailors to get them all suited and booted for a night out on the Ritz. Money was not an issue for their friends; theis was Christian's treat. Jason had objected and said he'd just wear a nice shirt but Christian wanted everyone looking and feeling their best.
And how else would they manage that but with getting new suits?
Ana walked in behind them, laughing at how excited the prospect of getting a new suit made all three men. She herself had four potential dresses waiting for her at their apartment, courtesy of the hotel's personal shopper who'd measured her before they went to the zoo this morning.
The zoo had been so funny, Ana had felt so incredibly spoilt. Each of the men pandered to her every wishes with a gentlemanliness which had Ana gushing. It was the little things they did; Christian carried water in his rucksack for her, as well as sun lotion and snacks, Luke had taken her handbag for her when she was running around to take photos so her hands were free, Jason had offered to buy her an ice lolly when she complained it was hot. It was these little things which made Ana feel so safe and respected and, really, like a princess.
It was testimony to the men, too. Although they joked and grumbled, they were innately gentlemen and treated women right. Or at least they treated Ana like a delicate flower.
"Hello, boys!" their tailor smiled, walking over to them all and clapping his hands eagerly, "I hear we're in for new suits?"
He was an incredibly camp young man, wearing a three piece suit and smiling welcomingly to the three elderly men before him.
"Something flashy. We don't have time to go to a tailor and have a suit constructed but we were recommended to come down here," Christian explained, looking at Ana before staring back at their young assistant, "My name's Christian. This is Luke Sawyer and Jason Taylor."
"Why hello there," the man grinned and Ana saw Jason's entire body language shut right down, "My name's Michael. I'm going to be helping you today. Lets get you in the fitting rooms and stripped down. I'm sure we'll find you lovely boys something wonderful to wear tonight!"
They were in the shop for maybe no more than an hour, possibly an hour and a half at most, and the entire time Ana had laughed and giggled. Michael had each man strip down to their boxer shorts and threw different suits at them continually, making them walk down a little 'Runway' for Ana to let her decide. By 'runway', all Michael had done was move a few fixtures out of the way and had a seat brought down for Ana at the end of the walkway.
It was absolutely hilarious, Ana had tears in her eyes and kept laughing and disturbing the sleeping Chihuahua on her lap. The first few walks by the guys were awkward and uncomfortable until Michael hooked a speaker up to his iPad and began playing music. That was when Sawyer found his groove. Ana's former CPO went from being rigid in his suits to 'Strike a pose; Vogue.'. Michael found it just as hilarious, clapping Luke on too when he started blowing kisses their way.
Once Christian saw that Sawyer was making Ana laugh to the point of nearly wetting herself, he began to play up and strut his stuff as well. When he began sashaying his hips, Ana was glad for the unsexy incontinence liner she'd opted for because Ana was literally peeing with hilarity.
"Christian," she gasped, her make up running off, "Oh god…oh god I can't-" she laughed, waddling to the bathroom as she doubled over in fits of laughter, her husband grinning and blowing her a kiss. Seeing the other two having a ball and making asses of themselves saw Taylor, too, reluctantly loosen up and get into the mood, doing a little spin on his heels for her when he next came out to show off a possible suit.
"What do you think?" Michael asked Ana, loving the little fashion show just as much as she was.
"They look great in each suit," Ana chuckled, wiping her eyes, "But there's something about my husband and the grey suit that just felt right," she admitted, Christian coming out in his boxer shorts holding two of the grey suits he'd tried on.
"The light grey or the slate grey?" he asked curiously.
"The slate," Ana nodded, "With a white shirt? Black oxfords and a black belt."
Christian nodded and went back into his changing room to put his clothes back on, Michael taking the other suits away for him and leaving the slate one. It was weird, Ana thought, that after so many years she still favoured Christian in a grey suit. It made her heart swell, and she fondly remembered how handsome her man looked in that particular colour.
"What about me?" Luke asked, coming out of his cubicle in-
"What the hell happened to your chest?" Ana gasped, staring at Sawyer's naked torso in shock. He'd two large scars across his body, surgical ones by the looks of things because they were reasonably regimental.
"Aw I had surgery years ago," Sawyer admitted, waving her away, "What suit?"
"The blue one," Ana said, still a little shocked that she'd no idea he'd undergone any form of surgery before, "With the taper trousers. And the checked shirt. It looked jazzy and flashy."
Luke grinned and tucked himself back into his own cubicle to also get dressed. Jason, dear prim and proper Jason, poked his head out of the changing room and looked at Ana for her opinion too, hiding his semi-naked body unlike Christian and Sawyer.
"The black one, Jason," Ana said instantly, without him needing to ask, "You always look your best in a black suit."
"You think?" Jason asked, blushing self-consciously.
"Absolutely," Ana nodded firmly, "Gail always loved seeing you in a black suit. Get the white oxford shirt and we can find you a really nice tie."
That saw Jason's eyes glaze over as he nodded and ducked back into his changing room just as Christian appeared, "Right, I'll got pay for all this. I hope you weren't too bored, Mrs Grey?" he grinned, wrapping his arms tight around Ana there and then in the suit shop. He leant in and kissed her softly.
"It was a lot of fun, Mr Grey," Ana promised, "I'm so excited to go out tonight. I got lots of pictures for us."
"Good," Christian laughed and let her go, "Go find ties for us and I'll go check in with Buck," he said, squeezing her ass, "Make sure he's not burnt down our house."
"Good idea," Ana nodded, swotting his hand away before looking over to Luke, "What colour of tie would you like?"
"Fuck the tie, I want a bowtie," Luke grinned.
"Get me a grey one, Mrs Grey. You know the sort," Christian winked.
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Luke's POV;
"This is the life," Luke whistled, letting out a low, relieved groan as his head flopped back against his pillowed headrest, "This is the fucking life, boys."
"Absolutely," Christian agreed, Luke watching him lift his champagne flute to his lips and take a long, satisfying sip of his bubbly pink drink. Christian was sat between both Jason and Luke, getting absolutely pampered with a clay face mask after having his eyebrows and nasal hair trimmed neatly.
How convenient was it that their hotel had its own hairdressers and spa? It meant Ana could get her hair and makeup down for their intended night out whilst Luke and the guys could get pampered themselves whilst they waited. Grey didn't like leaving Ana for long periods of time, especially now that they were older. Luke imagined that Christian was worried something would happen to his elderly wife and he'd not be there for her. In their youths, the fear that Ana could drop down dead with a heart attack or stroke had never really crossed anyone's minds (back in their youths the biggest fear had been kidnapping or murder), but as they'd aged it was more prominent.
Being able to get a haircut and facemasks whilst they waited for Ana was brilliant.
Luke remembered how Danni had taken forever in the hairdressers, but she was a hairdresser after all, and she'd a habit of getting angry if whoever doing her hair didn't do it to her standards. Many weekends Luke would spend watching her getting a trim, only for her extensions to be fitted.
Thinking of Danni was hard for Luke, and he took a deeper drink of his own flute, looking to a beautician to top up his glass. He'd been floored by Danni's beauty the minute he'd seen her; she was young, probably too young for him if he was being honest with himself, but she had made him laugh and that was the sexiest thing possible to Luke.
God had dealt him some ridiculously shitty cards and the easiest way out was to fold and that's exactly what he'd done when he'd cheated on his wife, the love of his life. He was shit at communicating at the best of times but…fuck, cheating on Danni had been the easiest way to save her and the girls. Kate had told him it was the coward's way out but Luke saw himself as a martyr if he was being honest; he'd given up his family to protect them from hurt and pain and devastation.
But god he wished he'd been able to talk to his wife, his girls, to communicate with what fucked up shit he was dealing with internally instead of playing his Y-chromosome and sleeping with Her.
A yelp pulled Luke away from his dark thoughts and he looked down at his bald best pal. He wiped a tear from his eyes and smiled, picking Flick up and cradling his little man against his chest. He'd be lost without his friend, Luke realised, staring at Flick's collar. He sensed when people needed a hug; dogs were just magic that way…
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A lifetime ago,
Sitting in the Q7,
Outside Esclava,
Seattle,
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"So this is another of Mr Grey's investments," Taylor said, and Luke could barely keep his eyes open. Fuck sake this was dull, even for Jason.
Luke had met the Infantry Sergeant Jason Taylor in a bar in in Toledo, across from the depot…or something like that. Luke truthfully didn't remember meeting Taylor. He'd gone to a dive bar which had a solid reputation for being the haunt of the USMC on their down time in San Diego. Luke, a Navy SEAL, had no purpose being there but had gone anyway looking for a fight or a fuck, gotten blind drunk, flirted with the waitress and ended up offending three of Taylor's men.
Taylor had scooped Luke's drunken ass off the floor, crammed him into his truck and tried to locate Sawyer's Senior Chief. Only Luke was passed out by this point and Taylor had no other choice but to take him back to his own digs and let him sober up on his couch.
He'd welcomed Luke into his home and ten years later Luke was the godfather of little Sophie Taylor and Jason had hooked Luke up with a sweet job in Seattle looking after the gorgeous Ana.
"What's up with all these names?" Luke mumbled, reading the sign of the salon they'd pulled up at; Esclava.
"I don't know, Sawyer," Jason shrugged, "The superrich seem to think they sound sexy."
"Sounds like a stripper name. Ever gotten a blowjob from an Esclava before?" Luke asked, staring at his best pal, "If not we can find one. There's bound to be an Esclava out there giving out handy-Jays behind the scenes. Could be a lunch time project."
"Not for me, Luke," Jason smirked, grabbing some gum from the Q7 glove box, "I get enough of that back home. In fact, I had a lunch time rendezvous earlier."
Luke had met Gail a few months ago, not by Jason's doing. No…it just so happened that Luke was at a stag-do in Seattle the same weekend Jason decided to take Gail to a horrible bar for a date night. She was a lovely woman, lightyears different to that cow Dolly he'd been sleeping beside. That abusive bitch had nearly destroyed his Jason, so she had, and the custody battle for Sophie was an ongoing struggle; the courts tended to take the side of the woman screaming 'he was controlling and abusive and tried to rape me' rather than the hardened US Marine screaming 'my wife ruptured my balls when she pushed me down the stairs.'
"Lucky bugger," Luke huffed, "I had to sit in that office trying not to get a hard on over the sexy blonde who kept topping up my coffee. Annie or someone."
"Andrea," Jason informed him, "She's the boss's executive assistant."
"She's hot," Luke commented.
"She's also a bit of a drinker," Jason admitted, sitting back, "Grey has 'Office Christmas parties' in the building's function room. He never goes to them himself but his sister, Mia –who you'll meet tonight-, organises them. When I first started working for Grey I went to one. Before Gail and I really spoke about the possibility of a relationship, you know? I thought I'd try my hand at nailing Andrea in the office."
"No you fucking didn't," Luke laughed, punching Jason's arm, "You fucking idiot. She's a solid ten. There was no way you were hitting that. What made you think you could?"
"Remember this was six years ago," Jason scoffed, "I was younger."
"So you were what? Forty?"
"Twenty-nine," Jason growled, "I was thirty a few days after."
Luke smirked, shaking his head, "So what happened, big Dog?"
"We made out," Jason shrugged, "She asked if I wanted to go back to hers. I said 'fucking yes', gave her my suit jacket and walked her to my car. Got in, drove us towards her apartment where she decided, without warning, to vomit on me. Like, she didn't just throw up in the passenger side like a sane person, she actually turned and aimed her mouth at me and covered me in half chewed prawn sandwiches and cucumber."
Luke couldn't believe it, laughing hysterically. Dolly had really knocked Jason's confidence when it came to women and he knew that through Grey's healthcare plan he was attending therapy to help build himself back up to becoming the fearless Marine hero Luke had always known. Gail's friendship had been a massive influence on his new found confidence with women too; after living with the abusive Dolly, living with the friendly and patient Gail had allowed him to get over his fears.
But to get vomited on by a co-worker he was trying to hook up with…holy tits, that was bad even for Jason.
"Worst thing was she then offered to suck me off as compensation," Jason added, "And I agreed."
"Now you're bullshitting," Luke choked, "You're covered in sick and you want a blow job?"
"Well not really, but she was offering so," Jason shrugged, "She let me shower first and then she gave me some of her ex's joggers to wear. Then she, you know, got to her knees."
"All that for a blowy? Jason, buddy, if you were that desperate I'd have glossed up my own lips for ya," Luke teased, watching as some random woman came out of Esclava with an updo.
"Worst thing is I couldn't finish," Jason admitted, "She was doing this weird thing with her hands and ripping my foreskin back to the point that I was bleeding, and she was making these weird porn screams and kept saying 'Yes, yes, you think I'll let you cum after you cheated on me?!'. At one point she called me Eric, who's her ex I later found out," he huffed, "I realised how drunk she was, took my dick away, pulled up my joggers and made her some toast. I even tucked her into bed."
"…You're terrible at one night stands, you know that?" Luke smirked.
"That's what Gail said when I told her," Jason sighed, smiling fondly at the mere mention of Gail.
Gaaaaaaawd, he was so loved up, Luke thought. It was adorable.
"Anyways, back to the task at hand; meeting this cunt," Jason mumbled, pocketing his mobile phone, spraying himself with cologne and then getting out of the car. He buttoned up his blazer and Luke copied, becoming serious and stone faced.
He'd read Jason's file on Elena Lincoln and had very much enjoyed the swastika Jason had scribbled on her file, twined with the moustached profile picture he had of her. It told Luke all that he needed to know that this woman was trouble and not someone he'd hopefully have to see often, but rather someone who he needed to be aware of for future.
The Salon was, sadly, lovely. It was very modern, very sleek, and had the same sort of minimalist feel as Grey house had. Only there were a few more flashes of colours and rather than trippy panda art there were hung pictures of beautiful women with beautiful hair-dos.
"Taylor, long time no see," a woman, Elena, called, approaching Luke and Jason.
She looked as ugly as the picture in her file, Luke thought, realising that she actually suited the little moustache Jason had markered on.
"Mrs Lincoln, this is Luke Sawyer, the newest member of my security team," Jason said formerly, "Mr Grey asked that I introduce Mr Sawyer to his varying investments. Particularly those with personal ties to the family."
"Pleasure to meet you…Luke, was it?" Elena asked, taking Luke's hand.
"Sawyer, if you would," Luke said and saw Jason smirk slightly.
"Sawyer, right. Well, do you want to look around or what, Jason? I'm a very busy woman. I've a new trainee to train," Elena snapped, growing colder no thanks due to Luke and Jason's deliberate abruptness.
"New trainee?" Jason frowned, "At no point have I received a name to do background checks on as a potential new employee."
"That's because she's been here less than two weeks, Jason," Elena snipped, "She's still on probation and when I'm confident about taking her own after her full month, I'll have all the documents sent over to you for background checks."
"Can I meet her?" Jason huffed, looking pissed off as he angrily chewed that gum in his mouth.
"Of course," Elena nodded, "She's in the back colouring a client's hair for me," she explained and lead the way, Jason marching behind her whilst Luke just followed suit, "I heard you and the housekeeper are an item. Convenient little set up you've got there, huh? Who's bedroom do you sleep in, yours or hers?"
Luke saw Jason's ears burning red, "I heard you and the devil are an item. Convenient little set up you've got there, huh? Who's lair do you sleep in, yours or his?"
"Touché," Elena laughed, shaking her head before calling out, "Daniella! Mr Grey's henchmen are here to see you."
"Nice," Jason mumbled, shaking his head at the woman and crossing his arms, "My name's Mr Taylor. This is Mr Sawyer."
"The name's Danni," the woman greeted them. No surname; that was gonna retract Jason's balls.
She placed her hands on her hips and stood facing them with body language which read; 'Do I give a flying fuck who you are?'. She was sassy, Luke picked that up, her golden blonde hair braided to the side and her fingernails coloured in bright scarlet. She'd glitterly lips too, some sort of gloss.
Actually the more Luke gazed at her lips the more he wondered how good a blow job she could give. They were plump and fleshy looking. And, geeeeeeeze, Luke spotted a tongue piercing. Yup, this woman was sassy and hot and had the attitude to boot, but she was confident in her ability to handle herself. Heck, she wasn't backing down from Jason's intense glare. In fact she was looking at him as though he were wasting her precious time.
"Can I help you bozos?" Danni pressed, looking at Luke now.
Fuck, her eyes were gorgeous too.
"We're just following up on security, ma'am," Luke answered for Jason, fixing Danni with a smile he thought was both sexy and friendly. Apparently it was neither because she didn't seem bothered by Luke, having sussed that Jason was the top dog in this relationship.
"Can I help you?" she repeated, looking directly at Jason. She was like a coiled cobra, Luke thought, and he was getting excited imaging how easily she could take someone like Taylor. Fucking yes.
Jason remained silent and glared at Danni a little longer before turning to Elena, "That'll be all."
"Good," Elena huffed, "Thank you, Danni."
"My pleasure, Mrs Lincoln," Danni chuckled, turning her back on both men and deliberately walking away with her hips swaying.
Damn…baby got back….
"I'll let you see yourself out, Jason," Elena smiled thinly, looking at Luke next, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Sawyer. I hope we have a good working relationship."
The only person in this salon that Luke wanted a relationship with was the feisty blonde who'd faced down Taylor. And that relationship would involve her, naked, fucking him on any counter he could find.
Taylor wasn't in a good mood when he left the salon, Luke was certain he'd mentally decapitated Elena consistently on getting into the Audi.
"Danni seems-"
"Don't."
"But Jas-"
"I swear Luke, don't you fucking touch her."
"…not even a little-"
"Touch her and you're fired."
"…what about if-"
"No. Sawyer. Fraternising isn't allowed," Jason glared, turning the car on.
"Oh because you and Gail don't fraternise," Luke growled, turning in his seat to glare at Jason. He began poking his tongue into his cheek in time with the hand he was now pumping to his lips, "Oh Gail, suck me harder," he mocked, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-"
"I mean fraternising with the ENEMY, Sawyer," Jason spat, "Anyone in Esclava is the enemy."
"…do they have any openings for male hairdressers?"
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Present day,
Luke's POV
Their barber had really worked wonders on each of them in turn. Christian's hair was thinning but somehow their barber had cut and styled it in a way which made it look thicker. Nothing as dramatic as the Trump comb-over, which Luke had teased Christian about needed. Instead he looked very, very handsome and a lot younger than he was. He'd be getting some tonight, Luke was sure.
Luke, himself, had had his head completely shaved, his nostril hair and ear hair also removed. Marcel, the barber, had commented that Luke looked like an 'older Bruce Willis' which Luke was absolutely taking as a compliment. Somehow, Marcel had even managed to tame Luke's eyebrows too, cutting away his owl whiskers and leaving him looking younger too. He felt good in what he looked like for the first time in a while, and he could not wait to get his new suit on to finish everything off.
Taylor, the lucky bastard, still had a full head of silver hair which was being styled neatly. He'd already had a tight shave and was looking incredible, there was no denying it. He didn't look like the poster boy for a malnourishment advertisement anymore which was a good thing. Marcel was just running a bit of clay through the front of his hair to 'ruffle it' up.
"There we go, Mr Taylor," Marcel said, "What do you think?"
"It's a little messy," Taylor mused, scratching his neatened stubble.
"It's very 'just fucked'," Marcel said, "It's fashionable."
"For a man my age?"
"Shut the fuck up, Taylor," Christian scoffed, "You look good. Thank you, Marcel."
"No problems, Mr Grey. I just wanted to let you know that Mrs Grey has returned to her room and is getting dressed with our stylist," Marcel added, "She's having food delivered I believe."
"Good stuff," Christian nodded, "We'll probably add to that order."
Luke nodded and watched as Jason stood and went to the bathroom, giving Luke an opportunity to talk to Christian in private about sourcing those MDMA pills. Fuck, that was still a serious shock for Luke to get his head around.
"The Chemist is going to meet us later," Luke explained, "While we're out. Just if you're still looking for those pills?"
"Yes, absolutely, I am still looking for them," Christian grinned excitedly, "Blue ones?"
"Hopefully," Luke nodded, "I didn't realise the colour mattered."
"It's just what I'm used to," Christian smiled, going silent as the beautician came over to rinse their faces of their facial treatments.
Luke still couldn't believe his boss took pills, wondering if Jason knew about his habits or if it really was something which came with age. There was no point in his working career that Luke thought Christian had ever used pills before, he realised, particularly not pills designed for experiences of euphoria on a night out…
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Christian's POV;
"Do you think I'll need condoms?" Sawyer asked, walking through to the kitchen where Taylor and Christian were sitting, nursing a beer. Or rather Christian was nursing a beer, Jason was trying to pretend he'd not already drunk his in the two seconds that it had been in front of him. Jason was going to drink, they'd all spoken about it and agreed that it was cruel to expect him to remain sober when everyone, even Luke, intended to have a couple spirits tonight.
By Luke's feet was that ugly as fuck dog, scuttling at a quick pace to keep up with Luke. He was dressed, of course, in a white shirt and bowtie much like Luke's. Christian's eyes bulged when he realised that Flick also had cufflinks on, little bone ones. Fucking hell.
"Of course you need condoms if you're going to get laid tonight," Jason pointed out, pushing his seat back from the counter and walking over to the fridge to get everyone a stronger drink.
"But I'm old," Luke pointed out, sitting down and scooping Flick up into his lap.
"Can you still cum?" Christian asked bluntly, "Because if you can, then you can still get someone pregnant. We don't stop being fertile."
"Shit, seriously?" Luke frowned.
Jason laughed as he brought everyone's drinks over, "Didn't you know that? Men can reproduce till we're on our deathbeds. Unless there's a fertility issue like with me," he said, sitting down.
Christian knew that Jason would have done anything to have children with Gail. She wasn't so much older that she wouldn't have been a candidate for IVF if they'd seriously wanted to. But Jason was infertile, after 'blunt trauma' received from his ex-wife. Christian didn't know the ins and outs of their family planning hopes and aspirations, all he knew was that there had never been any little Taylors running around for his little Greys to play with.
Or Greylets, as the security referred to his broad as.
"Aw shit," Luke said, face falling, "Fuck, no way?"
"Yes, way," Christian laughed, "You do use protection normally, right?"
"I'm clean, so I just assumed I didn't need to. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Luke huffed before shaking his head and laughing, "Well fuck, there's nothing I can do about that, eh?"
"Well if the woman's gone through the menopause then you should be fine," Christian said, trying to calm the man's sudden anxieties.
"I shagged a 22 year old woman in a dive bar bathroom," Luke said, and face planted the marble table with a large thump.
"Well, fuck," Jason laughed, "Here's hoping she's on the pill, huh? Or the Depo Shot or something."
Christian burst out laughing, "The Depo shot is how we ended up with Teddy."
Jason snickered and whacked Luke's shoulders, "Dibs I get to be the godfather."
"Fuck of you ugly cunt," Luke growled, shaking his head as both Christian and Jason continued to laugh at his idiocy, "The both of you are-wow, Ana."
Huh?
Jason stood up politely, looking towards the stairwell, Luke copying and standing as well.
Christian looked up and turned his head in the direction Sawyer was staring and took in a sharp inhale as his wife walked up the stairs and into their kitchen. There was nothing he could say, no cheeky quick comment. All he could do was stare directly at the beautiful, elegant woman before him and thank god that she was his.
Because Ana looked spell bounding.
She stopped walking towards them so that all three men could drink in her dress, her hair, her shoes, her make-up, her everything. Beautiful was just not a strong enough word to describe her.
Christian had gotten dressed in Taylor's room so that Ana and her stylist could 'work miracles', Ana had said. So this was the first time Christian had witnessed his wife so dressy and so elegant. Sure, they still went to charity balls and functions, but the reality was that it was very rare for them both to be as formal as they were tonight for an evening which didn't involve auctioning or charity.
Ana was wearing a beautiful sapphire blue midi dress which fitted her tiny frame eloquently without revealing what she called 'her lumps and bumps'. The neckline wasn't too low either and was off the shoulder which highlighted her delicate neck, the neck which Christian was suddenly very eager to lightly kiss and nuzzle. She'd a matching sapphire and silver necklace and hanging sapphire earrings which glittered in the kitchen spot lighting.
Her hair had been professionally recoloured again to cover the greys which had started to poke through and so was now a beautifully rich mahogany brown. Usually Ana would colour her own hair before an evening out, not wanting to bother their hairdresser for something she was confident about doing herself, but she never quite managed to get it done as nicely as the hairdresser had done today. She looked utterly radiant, the colour perfect for her complexion. It was styled up into a classy up-do which just made her bare shoulders look all that more appealing for Christian, and it also covered her thinning scalp which Christian knew Ana was self-conscious of.
The make-up artist had coloured in her brows a similar shade to her hair, going for natural tones around her eyes and cheekbones to accentuate her natural beauty. Christian also noted that she'd eyelashes once more, which may seem like a bizarre statement to make, but he'd noticed that after the menopause she'd lost what were once long and lushes dark eyelashes which would flutter playfully at him. The make-up artist had obviously given her some sort of extensions of some sort.
He'd get extra blow job points for noticing that, Christian was sure. Women liked when men noticed they'd had their hair done but Christian was sure he'd get deep throated if he pointed out that her eyes looks so much more different and asked whether there was something new there.
Oooooh yes, he was getting laid tonight.
Christian couldn't help but beam with utter pride at this beautiful, elegant, classical woman before him and thank God, for the millionth time in his life that Kate had the flu and Ana had fallen through his door. God he was such a lucky son of a bitch to have this incredible human being beside him through the good times and the hard times.
"Ana, you look amazing," Luke commented first whilst Christian remained at a complete loss for words to describe his wife. Upon hearing Lukes compliment, however, words rushed back to his tongue and he turned to glare at his wife's former CPO with as threatening a look as he could muster.
'She's mine, paws off'
Luke clearly understood male facial expressions and merely laughed and lifted his hands into the air, "Well she does, Mr Grey. You've been staring at her in silence for the last five minutes. Someone had to reassure her that it's because she looks angelic."
Had he been that flabbergasted?!
Christian looked at Ana again who giggled and nodded, smiling brightly at him.
And only him.
"There are no words to describe how much I love you," Christian told her firmly, "Even as we've aged, you still leave me spellbound."
"Well I had to make a bit of effort," Ana chuckled, "I have a night out planned with three very handsome men tonight," she said, looking at them all.
"But I'm the most handsome," Christian spluttered out childishly, before realising how immature that sounded.
It did nothing but make Ana laugh, however, and she kissed him deeply in front of the other two. As her hands caressed his jaw, Christian wrapped one arm around Ana's waist and the other he used to flip off Jason and Luke. Ana could call them handsome if she wanted, but he needed them to be reminded that this gorgeous woman was all his and his alone. The other two could fuck off for all he cared.
"Ready to go?" Ana asked, taking a drink from Jason, "I'm starving."
"Our table is at seven," Christian smiled, "The hotel are bringing round a driver to take us to the strip."
"Perfect," Ana grinned, kissing Christian again before sipping her drink.
"Hey guys, lets take a Squad Selfie," Luke grinned, holding his iPhone out, "Everyone in. Christian, pick up Flick."
"If I get any of his scabs on my suit I'll throw you both out the window," Christian mumbled through gritted teeth, picking up the ratty looking chihuahua and straining a smile for the camera.