Loki watched Reese as she danced around listening to Love is a Battlefield in the kitchen preparing her dinner, chicken marsala and sweet wine sabayon with fresh berries. Christian Grey had flaked so the rest of her day had become consumed with researching the sexual culture of BDSM and its subcultures. Here's what she had learned so far:

BDSM was an umbrella for a variety of erotic sexual desires such as roleplaying, bondage, discipline, dominance and submission; Dominance and submission, that's what Christian was in to. She should have known due to his brash and arrogant attitude that he liked to control things, even sex.

Those who take a superior position in this unique relationship are "dominants"—Doms (male) or Dommes (female) and those who take a subordinate position are called "submissive" or subs (male or female).

Dominance and submissive (D/s) relationships don't require physical contact and can occur in any form of communication (e.g. phone, email, etc.)

Both parties in D/s relationships take pleasure or erotic enjoyment in dominating or being dominated.

Her research had led her to a series of erotic positions, bondage, nude submissive women, pet play…it was overwhelming and when she got overwhelmed it was usually time to eat and indulge in wine.

Reese sat at her sleek marble dining table with her dinner and a glass of wine; eating alone was getting old but at least she still had Loki, he was loyal enough.

Ding! Dong!

Reese glanced at Loki through narrow eyes. "Are you expecting someone," she chuckled. She headed to the front door.

"Who is it?" she shouted through the door.

"It's Christian."

Suddenly, Reese felt a cool chill go down her spine, she was having déjà vu but she opened the door anyway. His grey crew neck sweater hugged every muscle that lurked beneath his shirt and his blue jeans fit him snuggly.

"Christian, what are you doing here," she said crossing her arms.

Christian smiled warmly, "I'm here for our meeting."

"Our meeting was supposed to be between 10 and 2," she replied with a snippy tone, "It's six, I'm not available anymore."

Christian glanced around her empty apartment from the doorway, "You look available to me," he smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Looks can be deceiving," she snapped.

"Ms. Sutherlin," he said sizing her up and down, "are you catching an attitude with me?"

"I don't have an attitude," she sighed, "I'm just annoyed."

"Are you too annoyed to discuss business," he said firmly.

Reese scoffed and open the door wider to let him in. He walked around the apartment as she rushed over to the dining table to clean up her dinner and turn down her music.

"Nice place," he said sitting on the couch.

"I do okay," she said from the kitchen, "would you like a glass of wine?"

"Sure," he said quickly.

"I have Chateau—"

"Whatever you have is fine. I don't know much about wine."

"Okay," she mumbled, as she grabbed the least expensive bottle, "So what were some of the ideas you had for the masquerade event?"

"Well I was thinking the best way to market the playroom—"

"I don't think that should be the main focus," Reese said emerging from the kitchen.

"Do you want to hear my idea," he said raising a brow.

"Please continue," she said sarcastically, sitting on her Verona chaise.

"So, how about doing a Halloween masquerade party. That way I can arrange a VIP party to view and explore the playroom. Everyone will be in costume there's no sense of embarrassment and they can embrace some hidden desires," he said confidently.

Reese placed her glass down on the coffee table and swallowed hard, "I don't have a month to sell you house Christian," she said as her eyes shyly met his intense gaze, "Next week is my last week."

"Well this is a surprise," his voice was soft.

"Sorry," she sighed, "but hey, we have two private showings this coming week and I had planned to have the masquerade party Friday night—"

"That's not going to work," he said firmly.

"You're the one that said you needed this house sold immediately. I've been trying to get it on the market but obviously your tight schedule isn't tight enough," she mocked harshly.

"I had a lot distracting me last week."

"I understand," she paused, "Naomi will be taking my position as the director of new development and she'll be able to—"

"No," he said roughly, "That's not going to work."

"Well Christian, I don't know what you want me to do," she sat back in her chair.

His lips quirked up as he stared at her, "There's a lot I can think of."

"Mr. Grey, I've been really patient with you—"

"All I'm asking is for a month Ms. Sutherlin," he interrupted, "and from this moment on, you have my undivided attention."

"And that statement is suppose to mean what," she said raising her brow, "that I am supposed to continue working with you," she scoffed, "No, you can't just waltz in here and try and control things because now you're ready to work!"

"Yes!"

"Wrong, Christian. It doesn't work like that," she said grabbing her half-empty wine glass and taking a sip.

"Where are you supposed to be going," he sounded frustrated, maybe even angry, "I'll just take my business there."

"No," she paused, "You're not going to follow me to my next job and do this same song and dance. Do you even want to sell this house?"

"Yes," he said firmly, staring at her intensely.

"Then what's the hold up. I can't create buzz around the house only to wait to do a marketing event in a month from now," she said sternly, "It won't sell."

"I told you I had a lot going on last week," his voce was firm, "but fine Ms. Sutherlin. We'll do it your way."

"Good, I am the professional after all."

"Yes, you are," he said in a low tone, gazing at her darkly.

"What," she said staring at him blankly.

"Nothing."

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I want you," he said without his steady gaze wavering.

"Want me?" she said softly.

"Is that a surprise?" he said cocking his head to the side.

"I just don—"

"I've wanted you for a while now," he said standing, walking over to her, "You know that."

"I just want to do my job," she said softly, her eyes melting in his intense stare as he drew closer to her.

"Is that all you want," he said dropping to his knees in front of her.

"Yes," she said in a breathy tone.

Christian pushed between Reese's clean-shaven legs, until his lips were lightly brushing against hers. Her breathing became erratic as her heart began pounding loudly in her ears. Blood rushed to her cheeks and her body began to tremble.

"Why do you lie to me Ms. Sutherlin," he whispered.

"I'm not," her voice was shaky.

"I'll bet, you want me just as bad as I want you," he whispered, "but until you admit it, I won't touch you."

Christian lingered inches away from Reese's flustered face for a moment before standing. She was speechless.

"Thanks for taking this meeting Ms. Sutherlin. I look forward to working with you very closely this week," he smirked, "Have a good night," he said walking towards the door, "I'll let myself out."