The back seat of Mr. Grey's gray Karlmann King was spacious but him and Reese still managed to rub elbows. Silence loomed in the air like the suspended moment before a falling glass shatters on the ground; you know like in the movies. It was eerie and unnatural demanding to be broken.

"So where are we going," Reese asked as they passed familiar restaurants.

"Oh, just this little restaurant in the Hills," he said without breaking his concentration from his phone, "you'll like it."

"You don't know what I like," she mumbled.

"What was that?" he said placing his phone in his suit jacket, turning his attention towards her.

"I said how was the rest of your day," she smiled coyly, meeting his gaze, "You seemed a little distracted when I tried asking you about the house."

"What did you ask me?"

"About the furniture...are you willing to sell it with the house."

"Oh," his voice lowered, "that's possible."

"Okay, well then that makes it easier. I could call the staging co—"

"Ms. Sutherlin, I didn't ask you to dinner to discuss business," he said firmly.

"Oh," she sat back against the seat confused, "then why did you ask me to dinner?"

"You don't know me Ms. Sutherlin."

"Okay," she raised her brow.

"If we're going to work together, then we should get to know one another don't you think?"

"Agreed, but we still need to handle business."

"Fine. Let's discuss business," he said roughly, "You want to sell my furniture with the house, I'm sure I can negotiate that with the lawyers but consider it done. Does that wrap up the business you so desperately need to handle," he smirked.

"Okay," she said annoyed, "You want to get to know each other? Fine. Why are you getting a divorce?"

"Unrealistic expectations," he said firmly, "why are you single?"

"Who says I'm single," she snapped.

"Your body language."

"Well, maybe you need a translator because you're mistaken," she smirked.

"Well if you're in a relationship, he's definitely not satisfying you," he said with a devilish grin.

"Well, that's not really up for discussion."

"Fine," he said roughly, "would you rather discuss something else?"

"Anything. As long as it's appropriate," she said looking out the car window.

"I'm curious to know what you deem as appropriate Ms. Sutherlin," he chuckled.

"Anything other than my sex life. I'm sure you can manage a topic somewhere in between selling your house and that."

"Fine. Where did you grow up?"

"You know what Mr. Grey, I'm not sure what any of this has to do with our business relationship," she said turning towards him, "Most of my clients just want to know what makes me qualified to sell their home...you know to see if they can trust me to get the job done."

"I think you'll find that I'm not your typical client," he grinned.

"No, you're not," she mumbled.

"With all do respect Ms. Sutherlin, I'm just trying to get to know you and for you to know me," he said scooting closer to her, "You can google anything about me online but that doesn't tell you who I am."

Reese could feel his breath dancing on her lips; he was inches from her face staring at her with his mesmerizing eyes. His brooding demeanor was captivating, but she didn't want to compromise her career.

"Mr. Grey, I—"

"You can call me Christian," he said with a half-smile as he stared at her now flustered face.

"Christian," she said softly, "I would never judge you about anything I found online. I'm just here to do my job."

"Nevertheless, I want to show you who I am. Can I do that?" he said gently.

"I'm not opposed to it. It would make my job easier."

"Exactly," he said sitting back, "glad we're on the same page now."

"Right," Reese said shaking her head as if coming out of a trance.

"Are you hungry?"

"Huh?" she said confused.

"We're here."

"Oh right," she chuckled nervously, "food...I could eat."

"Me too," he said glancing over at her, "I'm absolutely ravenous."