Reese welcomed the amber glow of evening with a glass of 97' Barbara d'Alba. Christian Grey had some nerve. Reese headed to the living room and plopped down on her couch and turned on the television. Nestled in her couch, cozy with a blanket, she sat with her eyes glued to the screen entranced by her favorite show.

Ding! Dong!

The tinny and grating sound of the doorbell startled her. "Coming," she shouted, jumping up from the couch almost tripping over Loki.

Reese peered through the glass of the double-wrought iron doors before swinging them open.

"Hey girl," Naomi beamed holding up a bottle of wine.

"Hey Naomi," Reese said raising her brow, "What are you doing here?"

"It's Saturday night, duh," she said brushing past her to the living room, "don't tell me you forgot about girls night again?"

"Oh, yea. No, I remembered," she said closing the door.

"Good, because Amy and Miranda are on the way with the games and margarita mix," she said plopping on the couch, "What are you watching?" her brows furrowed.

"Just a little reality television," she chuckled, "it's nice to watch someone else's drama and forget about my own.

"What drama do you have," Naomi said as she began to browse through Netflix.

"It's nothing," she mumbled.

"Okay" Naomi's voice trailed, "So how did the showing go this morning?"

"It went okay. My client seemed interested but then…"

"But then what?" Naomi said turning around.

"Mr. Grey wasn't interested in selling to him."

"Oh," Naomi said surprised, "So is he selling the house or you?"

"I am."

"Well then why is he making the decision on who to sell to?"

"He's not," she said sitting next to her on the couch, "He just has some unique additions to the house and wants to make sure the right buyer."

"Additions like what? The smart tech?"

"No," she replied in a low tone.

"Then what?"

"Okay, it's kind of weird to say out loud," she said tucking her hair behind her ear, "But…"

"But..." Naomi urged, "C'mon spill, before the girls get here."

"Okay, okay, "she paused, "Mr. Grey has a sex room."

"A sex room?!" Naomi exclaimed, "Was it kinky?"

"What?" Reese jumped up shocked.

"Well, was it?"

"I mean," she swallowed hard "it was different."

"Different how?"

"It was—"

Ding! Dong!

"Oh, look at that," Reese chuckled nervously, "Girls are here."

"Really?" Naomi laughed heading to the door, "We'll talk about this later."

Naomi swung open the door letting in the ladies and kindhearted laughter filled the apartment as the girls night commenced; it was a Saturday night ritual that they had deemed necessary after working hard all week. Wine, appetizers, games, and gossip.

"Okay, what's next?" Amy said taking a sip of her wine.

"Let's play head's up. Reese you're on my team this time," Miranda said cheerfully.

"Oh, Reese," Amy said turning towards her, "how did your showing go this morning?"

"C'mon guys," Reese sighed, "I thought we weren't going to talk about work."

"Oh, c'mon Reese," Naomi smiled, "You can share this."

"Fine," she said in between her teeth, "It went well." I only had one interested buyer show up."

"Oh okay. When is the marketing—"

"So, nothing out of the ordinary then," Naomi asked interrupting Miranda.

"Not really," Reese said quickly, "hey, who's up for more sliders," she continued standing.

"I'd like some," Amy said.

"Me too," Naomi chimed in, "here let me help you with that," she said following Reese to the kitchen.

"What's wrong with you Naomi? Why are you trying to get me to talk about Christian?" she whispered.

"Because I want to know what's going on," she whispered, "Christ, he has a sex room!"

"Shh, I know okay," she whispered.

MMzzz! MMzz!

"Hey Reese, phone," Amy yelled from the living room, "Want me to answer it?"

"Who is it?"

"I don't know, some random 323 number."

"No, no," Reese scurried to the living room, "I got it."

3234933687 Calling….

"Hello?"

"Ms. Sutherlin. How are you?"

"Oh, well can't complain," Reese said shyly moving about her living room.

"Who is she talking to?" Miranda whispered.

"Are you busy at the moment?" Christian said firmly.

"I'm entertaining some guest."

"Any of them making your pussy throb," he teased.

"What do you want Mr. Gr—Grady," Reese quickly said as she glanced around at her friends with listening ears.

"Grady huh," he chuckled, "I wanted to apologize about my—"

"You know Mr. Grady; I'm getting really tired of your passive-aggressive nature."

"Very well then Ms. Sutherlin," he breathed roughly, "I wanted to discuss the masquerade party with you. I think I know a way to tie in the bonus feature."

"Ha, bonus feature," she sneered, "is that what you're calling it."

"Well what would you call it."

"A freak show! I don't know anyone who would be interested."

"Naomi, do you know who she's talking to?"

"I'm sure there are people interested. You just have to sell the experience."

"Sell the experience huh. Enlighten me."

"To be enlightened," he paused, "you would need to experience it for yourself."

"I…I don't—"

"You do want to sell the house," he interrupted, "Don't you?"

"I do," she said softly.

"How can you sell something that you've never experienced?" his voice lingered in her ear.

"Chr—Mr. Grady, I have to go."

"Okay," he paused, "Have a good night Ms. Sutherlin." Click

"Who is Mr. Grady?" Miranda said raising her brow.

"Oh uh, he's my," she stammered.

"Who cares who Mr. Grady is," Naomi interrupted, "Let's just play. Who's first."