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Chapter 8

"That would be great. Lead the way."

I follow Christian to the beautiful granite bar and watch as he selects a bottle of Cabernet and two glasses. I am not a wine aficionado by any means, and I'm sure his tastes are much more selective than mine. Shit, I'm happy with something from the grocery store. He probably has his flown in direct from the vineyard. Rich bastard.

I take a seat on the couch under the gazebo and Christian sits next to me. It's a chilly evening, but I have a feeling were' going to stay warm while we enjoy this fucking awesome wine. The man knows his shit that's for sure.

He turns toward me, bends one leg under the other and runs his hand through my hair, "I've really enjoyed spending this evening with you. I hope you have as well, Ana." Hell to the fucking yeah I have.

"I have very much enjoyed this whole night. I never expected a helicopter ride, let alone one to another country. Canada counts, right? The dinner and the carriage ride was fantastic. Most of all I have really enjoyed getting to know you, minus the fanfare. I don't understand how you deal with people snapping your picture all the time. It can't be easy trying to meet people without the suspicion they want something from you either."

"You hit the nail on the head there. I don't trust easily, and it's hard to tell right away if someone is genuine in their feelings so I do hold a lot close to the vest. As I said before, I'm pretty green when it comes to dating…."

"Are you a virgin too, Christian?" I quip.

He laughs, "No, I'm not a virgin, Ana. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I have been with women before."

"Of course, there's not. Unless you are the virgin. Since we're getting to know one another, how many? A lot or just a couple?"

Why I want to know the answer to this is beyond me, but being the nosy bitch I am, I just can't help myself.

"Let's say it's more than one but less twenty-five."

Not sure how I feel about that, but he's not that big of a man whore so I can deal with that. I mean, he is almost twenty-seven for fucks sake. I think I would worry more if he were a virgin. At least he can take the lead when it's time for us to….to…um, fuck, have sex, make love, do it. What's the difference dumbass, it all ends up with your legs spread wide and his big dick inside you? Why yes, it does so call it whatever you want.

He is clearly comfortable talking about sex so let's see if I can push him a little further.

"That's not too many. I was expecting more, to be honest. How old were you the first time?"

"I was 16, so I was still in high school. Keegan and I went to visit Elliott at college. It was his first year, and he kept bragging about all the women and would not stop begging us to come visit. We went to a party, and he was right. There was a lot of women, and not like the girls we were used to. I won't go into the details, but I will tell you that I wasn't the only one who popped their cherry with her."

"Hey there Chuck roast, don't leave a girl hanging...tell me more. I have to live vicariously through everyone you know. Don't tease me like that."

"I don't think he'll care, but this stays between you and me. It was a threesome…me, Keegan and her. We were young, so shit faced and not to mention horny, she was flirting with me at the party but didn't realize Keegan was there or that we were twins. We decided to mess with her…you know what I'm talking about. She believed me when I told her there was two of me, well she invited us both back to her place, and one thing led to another. Neither of us had a fucking clue what to do with her, but we managed. We all passed out, and when she woke up in the morning, she was a little more than surprised by what she saw. She'd forgotten there was two of us so not only were Keegan and me virgin's, she'd never had a threesome. So…virgins for everyone."

"Have you had another threesome since then?" Seriously, Ana what's with the twenty questions. Oh-oh-oh oh…that gives me a great idea.

"I have only one other time. It wasn't not with Keegan, thank fuck. It was two girls and me, it was when I was in college before I met Celeste." So, she has a name.

"Okay, I think I've heard enough. Since we're both Chatty Kathy's tonight and clearly loosened up from the wine, how about we play twenty questions? Are you up for it?"

"I'm up for anything, Anastasia." Again with the sexual innuendo. Jesus crackers, I'm like a bitch in heat.

"Great. Anything off limits?" I'm an open fucking book, so I don't care what he asks.

"Not that I can think of. Ask away, my dear." Oh, that's his first term of endearment …going to write that down.

"Want me to go first since it was my brilliant idea?" He smiles, nods and gestures to go ahead.

"On a scale of one to ten, how happy are you?"

"Right at this moment or in general." Okay, this isn't twenty follow up questions...good lord.

"In general wise guy."

"In general, I'd say 7. There's always room for improvement. However, at this moment, it's a 9 with potential."

"If you could change one physical thing about yourself, what would it be?

"Physically, I would like to be taller. Fun size is not so fun sometimes. I've nearly killed myself on more than one occasion trying to get my favorite frozen yogurt from the top shelf at the grocery store. Do you think tall people stop to help? No, they do not. Rude!"

"What should I know about you that I'd never think to ask about?" I have no idea where that came from, just pulled that one out of my ass.

"I have in fact fought off several ninjas with nothing but a rubber chicken and a pair of scissors."

"Oh my god, I think maybe you've had enough wine mister."

"Okay, I'll be serious. Oh, I got it. Not only can I touch the tip of my tongue to my nose I can touch my chin too. Alright, what's your favorite thing about yourself?"

"That's easy. My boobs," I proudly declare.

He sits quietly with his mouth open wide and begins to laugh uncontrollably. After a minute, he stops and leans closer to kiss me on the forehead.

"Good lord, Anastasia, you never cease to amaze me. You are what you see is what you get. Your honesty and openness are refreshing."

I was blessed with these babies and someday he'll be happy I have them. We continue going back and forth for another hour asking crazy questions and laughing at each other. The wine is kicking my ass, I yawn and try to cover my mouth. In addition to being a loud laugher, I'm a big yawner too. Some people don't appreciate it, can you believe that.

Christian pulls me in, holding me tight, "Are you ready to call it a night? You look like you need some sleep."

"I suppose; what time is it anyway?"

He stands up and takes me by the hand to lead me to my room.

"It's two. We have plans tomorrow but not until noon so you can sleep in a bit. If you're not awake do you want me to wake you for breakfast?"

"Full disclosure…I am not a morning person, but I'm an even bigger bitch if I don't have food. So yes, that would be great if you'd wake me for breakfast. Thank you."

"Do you have everything you need," He asks. Ugh, everything except for you, naked and in my bed big boy.

"I think so. If not, I'll find Lurch, he's around here somewhere, right?"

"Yes, I believe he is. If you can't find him and need something, I'm in the room upstairs."

What the fuck am I supposed to do now? He's going to his room which is upstairs. Sawyer took the other room on the first floor.

We're standing in the doorway to my room, and clearly neither of us is sure what the next step should be. I take it upon myself to reach up to him, but I'm in need of fucking step stool. Obviously, I don't have one so I pull on his collar to get him to bend down. Our lips touch, and I quickly feel his tongue asking permission to enter, so I grant him access. His tongue is gentle but demanding sending shivers through my body; the sort of shivers that make your whole body shudder. I understand why people say an extraordinary kiss will make you feel like your melting. My entire body dissolves into his and I grab his hair He puts his hands on my ass, lifting me up.

"Wrap your legs around my waist."

Holy Chip and Dale, I did not expect this. My heart is about to explode, and I have never wanted someone more than I want him. I tighten my legs around him, and he pushes my back against the wall. We stay that way for a good fifteen minutes, making out like a couple of horny teenagers.

We break apart if only to take a breath, but I'm disappointed when he puts me down.

"You and I both need sleep. I'll wake you when breakfast is ready. Sweet dreams beautiful."

What in the mother fuck just happened? I thought that was just the beginning, but he pulled away. He seemed conflicted, but I'm not sure. I close the bedroom door behind me and go through to the bathroom. I brush my teeth again, pee and turn on the television. I don't know why; I'm exhausted, and there's nothing on, so I snuggle under the soft down comforter and hug the king size pillow. I lay there for an hour when I decide sleep is not going to come because I'm still too worked up.

What to do? I open my door and stick my head out. It's dark except for the light in the foyer. It's still and quiet. I'm on a mission.

Did you ever sneak out of your parents' house when you were younger? Harper and I were spending the night at our friend Alex's house, and we snuck out in tenth grade to go to an indoor soccer game. Some guy she liked was playing in it and she begged us to go. A bunch of our friends were going too so we didn't want to seem like goody two shoes. Why the game was at midnight, I have no clue, but we stayed in our room until her mom and were asleep. They slept with their door open so we had to be super stealthy. A friend of ours was going to pick us up at the corner so all we had to do was make it out of the house. No problem for the Steele twins, we walked out the back door, locking it behind us. We ran to the corner where the car was waiting, and we hop in and take off for the soccer game. When the game was over it was almost two in the morning. So we decide to head back to where we were spending the night. As we pull around the corner, I notice a car in the driveway. As we got closer, I realized that it was our mom's car. Harper and I looked at each other and knew we were busted so we get out of the car and walk over to our mom. She was not happy one bit. It was after two, and her fifteen-year-old daughters were out roaming the streets like modern-day hookers. She didn't say a word but opened up the back door to her Mercedes SUV and got back in the car. It was complete silence all the way home. She pulled into the garage and told us to get out and go to bed that we'd discuss this in the morning. Well fuck it was already morning so let's do this already. I didn't want to go to sleep and be scared shitless not knowing what was waiting for us. Long story short, both our parents were sitting at the kitchen table drinking their coffee when we were summoned to come down. Our dad laid into us, reminding us how irresponsible we were and that anything could have happened…yeah yeah yeah. All I heard was you're grounded for a month…Harper and I never snuck out after that.

Sorry...Back to my mission. It's fucking dark so I've got my arms out in front of me like a scene from the Mummy. I tip toe up toward the stairs without a definite plan in mind, I guess I'm gonna wing it. Shit. Holy mother of a sonofabitch...that fucking hurt. God damn why didn't I notice that fucking table earlier.

After regaining the feeling in my pinky toe, I climb the stairs and stop when I reach the landing. My heart is beating so loud; I just know someone is going to hear me. The door to the room where Christian is sleeping isn't closed all the way. I slowly push it open and see that he is asleep and facing away from me. I move closer to the bed and just stare at him. Yes, it's creepy I know but hey, I can't very well just come barging in guns a blazing. I tap him on the shoulder softly. I'm afraid he's going to be angry so I touch lightly again and whisper his name.

He stirs a bit and all the sudden he grabs me and pulls me into the bed causing me to yelp loud.

"Anastasia, you suck at sneaking around. You sounded like a five-hundred-pound gorilla coming up those stairs." He's cracking up laughing.

"Fuck, I thought I was really quiet too," I giggle.

"What's wrong, it's after three. Couldn't sleep." He brushes the hair away from my face.

I shake my head, "No, I was lying in that big bed, wishing that I could share it with someone."

"Who might that someone be?"

I smack his arm, "I was waiting for Sawyer smart ass."

"Is that so. Well, don't let me stop you he's standing at the door."

I turn around and see Sawyer in his boxers and t-shirt with a shocked look on his face.

"Oops…sorry Sawyer. I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Everything alright, sir."

"Yes, thank you. Anastasia was a little lost is all."

"Alright, well good night…again."

"Well since you're here, you might as well get under the covers." He pulls the covers back, and I snuggle up next to him. He throws his arm over me and our hands find one another and our fingers intertwine. He kisses the side of my head.

"Is this better…can we go to sleep now or is there someone else you'd like to try and sneak up on?"

"Nope, I'm good, thanks."

"Sweet dreams Curious George."