The elevator beeps as he breaks the kiss and releases my hands. I lean against the elevator to get my breath back. How does he do that to my body and yet he seems so composed in a few seconds. Turning to stand next to me the doors open and I'm greeted to a beautiful apartment. I walk in seeing the beautiful skyline of San Diego through the massive window that is the far wall of his apartment. There are two large L-shaped sofas facing each other and a roaring fireplace built fully into one wall. Over in the far left corner of the room I see a grand piano. This is not a simple apartment it's beyond spacious. It has a very modern feel with some classical Items thrown in. There is a set of stairs leading off to my right.
The kitchen is over in an alcove on the left. This alcove, however, seems to be almost at large as my whole apartment combined. The counter of the kitchen faces the grand piano and I glimpse a dining room table as the rest is hidden behind the wall beyond the kitchen. I stand there taking in the beautiful view. I can feel his presence just behind me.
"Would you like a glass of wine?" I nod as I say.
"Yes please." I hear him move off to the left as I walk more towards the window gazing out over the evening sky.
San Diego at evening looks breathtaking from up here. The lights from around the apartment letting me see my own reflection. The wind had been unkind to my once straight hair. Now I look like I have been dragged through a bush by my hair. With parts sticking out all over the place. I reach into my clutch purse and find a fold down brush Kate gave me. She is a lifesaver. I run it through my hair staring at my reflection and wishing to god that Christian is not to quick at sorting out the drinks. I manage to straighten it out and Christian is still in the kitchen lucky for me. I drop my brush into my bag. I turn away, letting my eyes look over the area. I don't see a single photo of him or anyone. Then my eyes drift to the grand piano as he returns with two glasses of red wine in long-stemmed wine glasses.
"It's Bodegas Roda Cirsion." Holding one out to me I take it sipping it slowly.
I look at him surprised. It's delicious and fruity I want to drink more but resist after what happened on Friday night.
"Sorry, I have spent many years drinking wines from all over the world. So I know what I like." His gaze is back on me and I know why I'm here. I want Christian Grey to take me to bed. Yet I find myself making small talk.
"You play the piano?" I ask as I place my clutch bag on top of the piano. He is still gazing at me.
"Yes I do and the guitar too. I excel at everything I do."
I'm standing next to his piano when he takes my hand.
"Come Ana I need to show you something." I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. He leads me towards the middle of the room.
I feel like electricity is running through my whole body as his touch is gentle. He turns to face me his gaze is cold at if accessing me for something. He takes a few deep breaths as if he is calming his nerves. I'm sure that Christian Grey doesn't get nervous. A well-practiced magician who is on stage in front of large crowds each night couldn't get nervous. As he speaks I stop my thought trail.
"I need to tell you something about me that few other people know. You can't tell anymore. If it's too much I can have Taylor take you home. I have never done this before, but I want to show you." My breathing is weak and shallow as my eyes lock into his hoping for some sign as to what he is going to do.
Few people know about this. Who are these few people? Your sister perhaps and why can't I tell anyone? I wouldn't tell anyone anyway. Kate is the gossipy one. Which reminds me I need to text her to tell her I have arrived safely at Christian's penthouse. Why does he feel I deserved to be shown this. This is too much, I want to know. My words slide softly out of my mouth.
"Then show me." My heart is thumping so loud in my chest I fear it will break out. I watch him close his eyes as if deciding something then he opens them.
"I'm magic." I have to bite my lip to stop myself for giggling. I managed to control my giggling.
"Well, you are a magician." I smile. He shakes his head.
"I said that wrong. I'm not like most men, I really control powerful magic." My mind is reeling as my inner angel tells me he is joking. Christian must see the doubt in my eyes as I try to absorb the information.
"How can I prove it to you?" He pleads with me sweetly.
What do I ask him to do that a magician couldn't do? float, make something disappear. He seems so different from the first night I saw him on stage. I know my answer.
"Take me back to our first meeting," I say looking into his grey eyes.
The room blurs around us and I turn to look at our surroundings. He is watching me as I stand next to him. His eyes judging my reaction. We are back in that same bar that me and Kate went to when I first saw him. I look around in confusion. Everything is just how it was that night.
"Oh, Ana. It's time. He's on now." I spin around quickly to catch sight of Kate sat in the booth bouncing up and down with excitement and sat across from her it's me. I'm wearing the exact same clothes from that night.
I look back at Christian and he is standing next to me looking nervous and worried. This is a first for him I can tell. He seems like a child scared of being told off. I look back at the booth.
"Who's on now?" Ana says. Wait, I mean I said back then. I wave my hands in front of them, but there is no reaction.
"They can't see us. we are merely watching a past event take place." Christian offers to me from his position.
"You're joking. Ana I got us these tickets to see Christian Grey. He is only the best magician there is." Kate said just as she said that night.
I'm in complete shock, how? I turn and search my mind for answers. Nothing comes up. No supernatural being of any kind can do this. Both my inner angel and devil shrug their shoulders. It's clearly beyond their pay grade to know these things. In that much shock, I clearly had forgotten what I said next that night.
"We drove for an hour to this bar so we could see a magician?" I hear how spiteful my words sounded that night and look up to see Kate stopped bouncing.
"Well I'm sure he will be fun to watch and it's a nice change from the club scene." I'm so glad I said that then.
Not only did it make Kate feel better it may help dull the sting of my last words about magicians for Christian now. My mind reminds me that I did call him a con man. Shit no. I turn round to him.
"Okay, it's time for us to go back now."
The bar blurs and suddenly we are back in his stunning apartment again. I'm so grateful to be back. I don't want to relive the nightmare of that embarrassment again. He closes the distance as his hands take mine. My eyes looking up into his. He still has that scared look in his eyes, like I will bolt for the door or call him a monster.
"You don't want to go home now, do you?" I can't believe it he has magic powers. I can't pick normal guys no, I have to pick one that is incredibly handsome, seems very well off, is famous and has magical powers. I can hear his breathing, it's shallow. I haven't given him an answer. He is waiting on such an important answer after revealing his biggest secret to me and I'm too busy processing it. Answer him my mind lashes out. I shake my head.
"No. Do you want me to go?" I hope he says no. I pray he says no.
Why did I even give him that option. His reaction goes from relief to shock in an instant. "No please. I was scared you would run for the hills." I'm looking into his deep blue eyes again.
"I'm not going anywhere," I whisper. Christian leans forward and places his forehead against mine.
"Thank you." He exhaled softly.
I rest my forehead against his own. It's a gentle gesture, but I feel it took him an incredible amount of strength to tell me that.
"So who else knows? I take it your sister knows." She would have to being his assistant. I see that he is slowly beginning to relax. His shoulders are less tense as he talks.
"Yes. My parents also know and now so do you." There are only five people in the world who know that Christian Grey has magic powers and I'm one of them. I feel so privileged.
"So you can do anything then?" He smiles and I see he is fully back with me. The fear in his eyes now completely gone. He is giddy like a child.
"Almost anything. I can't fly, well not without a plane anyway, but I can float." It all finally makes sense.
"You saved me in the explosion." He nods his head.
"I put a barrier around us both to stop us getting hurt by the blast. " I smile at him.
"My hero." He smirks and I can imagine what he is thinking about.
"You did have that dreamy look in your eyes. You wanted me to kiss you didn't you?" I blush deeply.
"Maybe." He looks sad for a moment.
"I really did try to stay away from you." I lift his chin to look at him. "Why did you want to stay away?" He sighs.
"I'm not like most men. I was scared I would hurt you." I don't understand what he means.
Yes, he is magic but why would he be scared he would hurt me? "I never got a chance to thank my hero."
He looks up at me confused and I use that exact moment to move forward and kiss his lips. It's a soft and gentle kiss that he seems to succumb to. I tease my tongue slowly over his lips and realize I need to breathe. I pull back from our kiss. I can still taste him on my lips, that sweet taste of wine and Christian.
I lick my lip to enjoy the taste more and I see him gasp. "You have no idea what that does to me? Ana." I gaze at him.
"What does?" I don't know what he means.
"When you lick your lip. I have to lick that lip too." Wow. Those words just sent a bolt of pleasure right down there.
I swallow as he takes my hand. "Come with me." He says.
This is it my body tells me, he is leading me to his bedroom. We are going to make love. I feel my whole insides shiver. I follow him, I'm ready for this. Each meeting with him has increased my need for this man. Not to mention the bike ride and the kisses we have shared. My mind is a mix of so many emotions and the words slip out.
"Are you going to make love to me?" I wanted to say that, but my heart seems to have an override for my brain to mouth function. He stops still before turning round to face me.
"Ana I can give you anything you want. Flowers, gifts, anything in the world, even me but I can't give you love." He says it with so much sorrow I step forward searching his eyes.
"Why?" He looks down to the floor like he is looking for an answer.
"I don't do love, I can't." I don't understand.
"So we can't have sex?" His eyes smoldering again. The look turns my insides to goo. I would do anything for this man.
"Sex we can do. I will fuck you hard. I have just never been in love." I'm relieved, he does want me. I thought it was his way of telling me no.
"It's okay I have never been in love either." I smile at him to try and give him something else to think about. I decided to push his button. I lick my lip again.
"Ana you're doing it again." He breathes.
"I know." He turns and moves swiftly across the apartment pulling me with him as he gets to the door. I know the conversation is now over.
(Well there you have it he controls strong magic. Was that what everyone expected? What a way to prove it. So who is looking forward to the next chapter? please let me know what you think with your reviews. Thank you so much for reviewing, following and favouriting this story. SJamesW.)