Reese lay still in her bed for a second before wiping the sleep from her eyes. Beams from the egg yolk sun poured through the opening, imploring her to get out of bed but she didn't want to. She didn't feel like driving 45 minutes to the office, so she decided to hide out in her apartment until her 2:00 p.m. showing at Melrose.

MMzz! MMzzz!

8:37 AM Victor: Are you coming in today?

8:50 AM Victor: Seriously, do I need to send Naomi to come and get you?!

She ignored the texts and continued to lay in the comfort of her sheets, her thoughts playing slowly in her mind. Christian. That's all she could think about. Loki came and interrupted her a time or two, but it wasn't until 10:00 a.m. that she finally decided to roll out of bed and start her day.

She headed to the guest bathroom, which yielded a white stone freestanding bathtub; it had been far too long since she was able to come in here to soak and relax. She filled the tub, adding her favorite essential oils and a generous scoop of coconut and climbed in. She rested her head on the rim, throwing her thick curly hair over the side of the tub and let out a deep sigh of relief as the steamy bath water soaked into her skin.

Ding! Dong!

"Seriously," she grumbled, jolting forward causing water to splash over the side, "Coming!" she yelled.

Reese quickly wrapped herself in her towel and headed to the front door; she couldn't believe that Victor would actually send Naomi to come and get her as if she wasn't allowed to take a day off from the office. It wasn't like she wasn't working. Reese swung open the door.

"Ms. Sutherlin," Christian's eyes lit up as he sized her up and down, "Good morning."

"Christian?" she said trying to hide behind the door, "what are you doing here?"

"Well I called your office and they said you weren't there," he said quickly, "So, I figured you were still home. Can I come in?"

"Give me a minute," she said slamming the door in his face, "So, why are you here?" she said scurrying to her laundry room.

"I just wanted to make sure you had you shit together for today's showing," he teased, shouting through the door.

"Cute," she said sarcastically, as she threw on some shorts and a t-shirt.

"This is a long minute," he teased.

"Sorry," she said rushing to open the door, "Come in."

He stood back to gaze at her for a moment before entering, "I liked what you had on before," he teased with a wicked smile.

"Oh c'mon," she scoffed, "I thought you were going to be gentler…you know try a different approach."

"I'm a working process," he smirked, "besides you're the one provoking me answering the door dripping wet in a towel."

"I didn't know that taking a bath in my own home, provoked you," she said tilting her head, "honestly, it's not like I was expecting you.

"Hmm," he grunted softly, watching her intently, "everything you do provokes me."

"Well maybe you should stay away from me then," she smirked.

"We've already established that I can't," he said firmly, glaring at her.

"Right," she bit her lip nervously, "well, I was—"

"Don't do that," he said firmly.

"Do what?" she asked raising her brow.

"Bite your lip."

"Oh," she paused, "I didn't even notice I did that."

"I did," he said firmly, "please don't do it again."

"Or what," her eyes narrowed, staring at his perfectly sculpted face.

"Then I'll be forced to act," he growled.

"Oh, well we wouldn't want that," she mumbled, her body stiffening, "So."

"So," he smirked.

"Are you hungry? I was going to fix me something to eat."

"No," he paused, "You're showing this afternoon, who's it with?"

"I can't disclose that. I signed an NDA," she said heading to the kitchen to fix her some tea, "it's a celebrity client."

"Cancel it."

"I can't just cancel a showing at your request. This is my job Christian—"

"I have a buyer," he said firmly, "Cash."

"What? Who?"

"An associate of mine, but he's willing to still allow the event to go on as planned," he said with a half-smile, "I told him how hard you've been working on it."

"Oh, how kind," she said sarcastically, "Look, Christian, I don't need you to help me sell your house."

"With all due respect Ms. Sutherlin," he cleared his throat, "you're the one that has less than a week to sell my house, right? And since it is my house, I think I know who would be best suited for it."

"Oh, so this associate of yours, knows about your little sex room then?" she said crossing her arms.

"No," he said firmly, "no one knows about that. I keep that part of me to myself."

"Well, I hate to break it you, that secret will be out of the bag come Friday."

"I've already taken care of that," he paused, "since you couldn't market it the way I wanted."

"Sorry to disappoint," she said plopping her tea bag in her cup, "That was beyond my scope."

"I noticed," he said walking towards the kitchen, "maybe if you had more of an understanding-"

"I don't want an understanding," she said quickly, turning to face him.

"Why are you so stubborn," he said softly.

"It's hereditary," she joked, she was nervous, and her voice cracked "just like I'm sure your need to control is."

"Could be, but I wouldn't know," he pressed his lips tightly together.

"Oh," she said softly, "I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about," he said firmly, "300,000 adoptions occur each year. I'm just one of many."

"Yea," she said gazing in his eyes. The more he revealed about himself to her, the brighter his eyes became, like walls were being broken down, and she became more enticed with this man that was molded by God himself. "Do you want to talk about it," she said softly.

"No," he said softly, "I rather not tell you about how I'm fifty shades of fucked up."

"We're all a little fucked up," she smiled.

"Oh yea," he said moving closer, pressing against her lightly, "Enlighten me, how are you fucked up."

"I'm stubborn, remember?" she whispered, her breath touching his lips.

"Among other things I'm sure," he smirked.

"Enlighten me," she whispered again, "what am I?"

"Aroused," he said.

"Excuse me?" she backed away from him slightly, "I'm not aro—"

"Your breathing has changed, as it does every time I'm this close to you," he says focusing on her mouth, "not to mention your nipples are hard."

"It's just cold in here," she said softly.

His hand reached to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple through her t-shirt, causing them to harden more. "I'm sure I can warm you up," he said roughly.