I wake up startled.

I sit up in bed as I try to get my breathing back together. Nothing has been true. It was all a bad dream, a product of everything we talked about last night. I had a horrible nightmare. One in which Christian was beaten and abused and I was humiliated in a sex club. I drop back onto the bed. I have no idea what time it is, but I feel like I haven't had enough rest. Christian is certainly not by my side. It's too much to hope that after his confession last night, he would sleep next to me.

I smile as the smell of Christian and sex floods my nostrils I don't know what it is about his smell that attracts me so much. I feel the sound of the door opening and sit up in bed. Christian enters the room carrying a tray with breakfast. He sits down next to me and places the tray at the foot of the bed.

—Good morning. —he says as he brings his mouth close to take mine.

And as it always happens to me, addicted already to that simple contact, I intensify the kiss by wrapping my hands around his neck and pulling him to me.

—Someone woke up with a lot of energy this morning. —he whispers against my lips.

—I'm happy. —I reply with a smile, separating my lips from his.

—May I know the reason for your happiness? —he smilingly asks as he takes the tray and places it on my lap.

—Don't tell anyone, but last night they confessed to me that they loved me. So today I am a happy woman because they have reciprocated my feelings.

—That's a reason to celebrate. —he says as he holds out a glass of orange juice.

I take a sip and then I react.

—Mimosa? —I ask as I notice the characteristic taste of champagne hidden by the orange juice.

—Remember we usually do everything in the opposite order. —he tells me with a smile. —Tonight we're going to really celebrate, so pick something sexy and elegant for the occasion.

—I need more details to choose something appropriate.

—Let's go to dinner and then to where it all started.—and I don't need to know anything else. Let's go to the club. —But first, we need to go shopping.

—Shopping? —I'm curious. Doesn't he have someone to do it for him?

— Yes, I must stock the kitchen shelf, Elizabeth is off this weekend. So we're going shopping as soon as we finish breakfast. —he says, sitting down next to me on the bed.

We have breakfast with laughter and I finish my exquisite morning drink. I get dressed under Christian's watchful eye in salmon colored skinny jeans, a white sleeveless blouse and silver sneakers with a salmon bow as well. I slip on a washed-out denim jacket and paint my lips pink. He's not doing too bad. He has put on khaki dress pants and khaki boots. On top, a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows and the first two buttons undone. He also picked up a pair of aviator glasses and put them on before smiling seductively at me.

—I imagine you've been told you look very sexy when you smile like that.

—I've been told that, but never by someone I cared about. —he replies as he approaches me. —If it weren't for the fact that I have an empty larder, we wouldn't leave this apartment for days.

—We can always do that when you stock it. —I smile mischievously.

—Don't tempt me, you have no idea what can happen if I keep you at my mercy for several days. —he replies with a beaming smile that I imitate.

I think I have a slight idea of what might happen if I were to be at his disposal for several days. Hum, I just thought of something. I smiled internally. I'm not going to tell him anything, better if I surprise him.

What I assumed would be a short trip to the grocery store turns into a busy morning. Christian goes to different places to shop. At noon we have a burger for lunch and continue shopping afterwards. He doesn't buy everything in the same place and I don't understand why. I'm barely even aware of everything he buys. We return to his apartment in the afternoon. When he parks, he quickly and like a gentleman gets out and opens the door for me while holding out his hand.

—Come on, I have a surprise for you. —he says to me as he takes a brown bag from the trunk, and intertwines his free hand with mine.

I'm curious to know what's inside, but I don't ask him, I know he'll show me in due time. So I let him lead me to the elevator. I look at him out of the corner of my eye as the doors close. I can feel that electricity that draws us together. His presence, despite everything that has happened between us, continues to affect me in every possible way.

—Not today. —he answers me as he looks at me briefly.

—I haven't said anything.

—But you're thinking about it. —he turns to me.

He lets go of my hand, takes a step in my direction and caresses my face. I close my eyes at his touch.

—Don't you want to know what it feels like to have sex in a moving elevator? —I feel his sweet voice whisper in my ear.

—I don't know. I've never been one to do that kind of thing. —I answer with my breath coming in short gasps.

—I know perfectly well the kind of things you've never done and with me you've dared to do. —he says as he slides his lips down my cheek toward my lips. —One of these days I'm going to have you completely at my mercy in this very elevator. —he takes another step closer and presses me against the wall, pressing his hard body against mine. —Do you want me to take you here in the elevator?

—I don't care if you take me wherever you want. —I tell him boldly.

—Not now. —he tells me as soon as the doors open. —I have just enough time for everything I have in store for you today.

He pulls his body away from mine, takes my hand again and leads me into the apartment. He has just left me aroused and craving hot, possessive sex like the kind he has addicted me to. But I don't worry, I know that later tonight, I'm going to get exactly what I want.

Christian opens the door to his room and leads me into the bathroom. He turns on the bathtub faucet and begins to fill it.

—Get undressed. —his voice has sounded husky.

I don't think twice. I quickly undress as I watch everything he does. He opens the brown bag and takes out several bottles that he places on the side of the bathtub and then begins to pour into the water. The first thing is the gel that he pours directly under the faucet so that it starts to foam, then he pours smelling salts. I inhale as soon as the smell floods all my senses. It smells like coconut, my favorite smell.

—I want you with this scent permeating your body throughout the evening. —he whispers softly as he continues to take things out of the bag.

He takes out a small bag, opens it and pours it into the water. I stand in awe as the water fills with black petals. Christian turns off the tap when it is full enough. He takes his phone out of his pocket, selects a song and sets it aside.

—You can come in now. —he stands up and holds out his hand to me with a dazzling smile on his face.

I hold on to his hand and step into the tub, sitting down until the suds cover my entire body. This feels heavenly. I close my eyes briefly, but then open them as I feel his absence.

—Aren't you coming? —I ask him as he smiles at me.

Christian stares at me and then quickly undresses to join me in the tub. As soon as he gets in and sits at the other end, the water overflows over the sides.

—Hum, that smells delicious. —he closes his eyes as he settles his strong legs against the edge of the tub.

I place mine on top of his and close my eyes. But I can't stay long feeling the embracing warmth of his body without touching him or him touching me.

—Is something wrong? —he asks, causing me to open my eyes again.

Christian is studying me closely.

—I need to touch you. —I confess with my gaze fixed on his.

—You are. —he replies with a smile as he moves his feet under mine.

—I need your hands on my body. —he just smiles at me.

Yes, I admit it. I've become addicted and I can't live without him.

—Then touch me. —he says as he opens his arms in invitation.

I move from my place. The movement causes the water to trickle back over the edges. I sit on his lap, lean against his chest and stroke his arm gently.

—Is that better?

—Much better. —I reply with a smile.

Christian strokes my back gently. This feels so good that I don't want anything or anyone to interrupt us. I want to stay like this for eternity. Even though I know that's impossible. Christian picks up a sponge from the floor and after pouring gel on it, he starts to rub it over my body, very, very slowly. I move until I am sitting between his legs and lying on his chest. He continues to wash my whole body delicately and I let myself be pampered.

—I need to finish the preparations for our dinner. —he says a few minutes later when he has finished washing my whole body. —Continue enjoying your relaxing bath, I'll join you again in a little while. —he gets up and gets out of the bathtub.

I have to hold back my laughter at the sight of his impressive erection which he has decided to ignore. But I don't comment on it. He wraps a towel around his waist, leans towards me and gives me a kiss before leaving the bathroom.

I smile and close my eyes again as I enjoy the soothing music and the delicious bath he have prepared for me.

I don't know how much time elapses, the movement of the water causes me to spasm. I have fallen asleep. I open my eyes to find Christian smiling at me. The foam has disappeared and the water is no longer warm.

—You've fallen asleep. —he says as he slides his hand down my arm as I lie on the edge of the tub. —We must get ready for dinner.

Christian stands up and reaches out to help me out. Then he reaches for a towel and wraps it around my body.

—I left everything ready for you in the bedroom, I hope you don't mind that I picked out clothes for you. I'll get ready in the other room, your naked body is too much temptation and if we do it together I don't think we'll get out of here tonight. —he says with a smile as he disappears.

I smile again and walk to the bedroom. On the huge bed covered with black satin sheets, there is a beautiful blue dress law for the occasion. I hold it in my hands and try it on over the top.

It has a strapless neckline and three-quarter sleeves. I know it will fit my body perfectly, it reaches all the way to the floor and exposes one of my legs. Next to the dress is the rest of the accessories, the stiletto heels and a makeup bag. He has thought of everything.

The lace lingerie set is breathtaking. If it had been before I met Christian, I would never have thought of wearing one of these outfits, it's too daring. But everything has changed, and I know that, if I wear this, Christian will go crazy.

But I have a serious problem here. I can't wear this lingerie set without it showing with the dress. I could choose another dress, but I loved this one and I know Christian will love it too. So I see only one solution. I must choose another lingerie set, even though I loved this one and it matches the dress.

I take the dress and the lingerie set and lock myself in the dressing room. I don't want Christian to spy and find out I've changed the outfit. So I put away the one he has taken out and select another one, simpler, but just as daring.

When I put on the dress, I look at myself in the full-length mirror. I don't recognize myself. I turn in profile. The dress fits my body and enhances my slight curves. I sit down on a bench and put on my heels.

Oh, my God! Christian is going to die when he sees me.

I leave the dressing room and head to the bedroom in search of the make-up bag on the bed and from there I lock myself in the bathroom to fix my hair and make-up.

Half an hour later I have my hair up in a high bun leaving some curls falling on my face. I've done a smoky makeup that highlights my eyes. Perfect for the place we are going to.