A fun little chapter for yous - enjoy x

I lye tangled around Christian, my head resting on his chest, one arm slung over his stomach, the other above my head running my finger up and down his neck.

"That was amazing." I sigh.

""When isn't it." he laughs. "So what's up with Kate?"

"She's just a bit down on herself at the moment."

"What, my bro not keeping her satisfied." he hoots jokingly. I tense up. "oh." he whispers realizing he was on the right track.

"They'll get through it." I mutter.

"Of course they will, they just need to reignite the spark that bought them together in the first place." he rubs his fingers up and down my side. Light bulb moment. I sit up suddenly and grab Christians face between my hands and kiss him quickly.

"Baby, you're a genius."

"I could have told you that." he jokes as I climb out of bed completely starkers and pick up my phone.

*change of plans, you and Mia meet me in my suite 10 mins, bring what you need to get ready, Ana x*

*um, okay, see you soon, Kate*

"What are you up to Ana." Christian laughs still snuggled up in the cotton sheets, hands behind his head while he watches me.

"We are going to have some fun." I wink "Get up." I demand. He doesn't move. "Now!" I snap. He crawls out of bed begrudgingly and stretches his arms high. Fuck what a body!

" Ana?" he looks at me bewildered. I stalk over to him and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Role playing babe, it's perfect. Tonight, I'm not your wife." he looks annoyed and shocked and goes to say something, but I get in first. "Tonight I'm just some girl in a bar that your going to pick up." I kiss him softly. "up for the challenge?" he grunts like he's offended.

"Please baby, you couldn't turn me down if your life depended on it." he chuckles slightly.

"Well then, best you get your sexy ass down to Elliot's room and dress to impress, time to put your money with your mouth is babe, oh and tell Elliot."

"Game on baby, just one request though." I nod giving him the go ahead to tell me what he wants. "just keep your rings on aye, I don't want some random fucker thinking he can move on in, I came here to spend time with you, not some punk in a jail cell."

"Deal, now scoot. I need to get ready." he pulls his jeans and tee on grabs his bag and blows me a kiss as he leaves the room. As he's walking out the door Mia and Kate are barging past him. I go through the plans for the night, Mia is all for it, Kate's a little hesitant, but as we start to get ready she softens to the cause. We help each other with our hair and make-up, chose our outfits, then stand grinning in front of the bedroom mirrors as we admire our handiwork. We look HOT! I'm a little concerned about Mia's dress choice for me though.

"Christians going to flip when he sees what I'm wearing." I mumble nervously.

"Too bad your not his wife to boss around tonight then huh" Mia giggles.

I am wearing a nude one shoulder mini, and I mean MINI dress, with a sheer overlay that is adorned with black sequins. It is tight, and clings to every curve. The dress is short, very short, and reminds me of our time is aspen when I wore a tiny silver dress and Christian insisted I wear Mia's coat to cover my backside. I run my fingers gently down my second chance diamonds earrings that are swinging from my ears. God I hope this is okay and I don't get dragged back up to our room to change the minute he sees me. My outfit is completed with my nude sling back 4.5'' Louboutin's. I place my Amex and phone into my black Versace clutch, spray my skin with Vera Wang's Princess, reapply some gloss to my lips, take a deep breath and walk into the corridor where Mia and Kate are waiting.

Step 2. Game time.

We walk into the bar downstairs, giggling and talking, we pay no attention to anyone else in the room and take a seat at the bar. The blonde haired blue eyed bartender notices us immediately and walks over grinning .

"Evening ladies." he's looking at me as he says it. "what can I get you?"

"3 Midoris and lemonade to start with please, double shots, no ice, with a splash of pineapple." I smile politely. He looks impressed. As he is preparing our drinks I look around, the bar is busy, I can't see the guys so I turn back and continue talking to Kate and Mia. We are served our drinks and decide to stay up at the bar rather than finding a seat. We finish our glasses and there is still no sign of the boys. A waiter walks up beside Kate and hands a note to the bartender. He scuttles away and returns with a new round of drinks for us.

"From the bloke down there." he points behind us with his chin, and we turn to see Elliot sitting back watching us, he is on his own. Kate bats her eyelashes at him, and I see her mouth 'thank you', he gives her a wink and motions for her to join him.

"I think you have an admirer," I giggle, "go get him babe." I smile as she slides her self off of her barstool and struts her stuff towards him.

I down the drink that Elliot has paid for and take another glance around, still no sign of Christian or Ethan.

"I need the ladies room." Mia slurs slightly. How many drinks did she have before we came down? Probably no me than me, maybe I'm getting better at holding my alcohol.

"Don't leave me waiting too long Mia, I think my mans a no show." I joke. She waltz's off out of sight and I am left on my own. It doesn't take the bar tender long to start up a conversation.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing here without a man at her shoulder." he grins.

"Holiday with the girls." I smile politely, not wanting to offend him by telling him to back the fuck off. Instead I rest my hand out straight so that my wedding and engagement rings are flashing.

"Married huh?" he smirks, rather disappointedly.

"Yes."

"Your husband's a lucky, lucky man." and he leans in closer. "I get off in an hour, need someone to show you round? It looks like your friends are otherwise occupied." He glances towards Kate, and then points to the side where Mia is now sitting with Ethan.

Where the fuck is Christian?

Then I smell him. His Hugo boss is wafting through the air behind me. I feel nervous, like there are butterflies flitting around inside my stomach. I resist the urge to turn around and instead take another sip of my drink.

He takes the seat beside me, but I still don't look at him.

"Whisky on the rocks." he says to the bartender, "and another drink for the lady, whatever she's having."

"Coming right up." he smiles and shakes his head, almost as if to wish Christian luck with the married lady.

I turn slowly and look at him for the first time. His hair is all ruffled, he is wearing a dark navy blazer - almost black, a white cotton shirt, first few buttons undone - just the way I like it, and a pair of black dress jeans. Oh my.

He is looking straight ahead at the bartender.

"You know, I'm quite capable of buying my own drinks." I state softly.

"I'm sure you are." he swings his seat round to face me, his eyes look to my shoes first and make their way up slowly to my face, after lingering around my bare thighs for awhile. I can tell he's not happy about the length of my dress so I decide to lighten his mood a little.

"But thank you." I smile, then drop a hand to my knee and run it up my thigh pushing my dress up a little. It catches his attention and his eyes drop to my hand. I open my legs just a tiny bit, then lift one up to cross it over the other - giving him just a tiny glimpse of the black lace below.

"You know, I don't think your husband would approve of you wearing that dress out in public." he gazes at me, his eyes oozing frustration.

"What makes you think I have a husband." I tease. He grabs my hand and runs his finger delicately over my rings.

" I'd say a filthy rich one too, going by the size of that rock." he grins.

"Oh, he does alright." I giggle. "So your wife?" I look down at his wedding band.

"What about her?"

"What's she like?"

"She's a feisty little number, never does as she's told, demanding, argumentative, you get the picture."

"Really?" I snap, frowning.

"She sure is, and your husband?"

"Hmmm, control freak, domineering, bossy, you get the picture." I hold my laughter in.

"Domineering you say? In what way."

"Why, I don't think that's any of your business, SIR." I grin.

"He sounds like a prick." he grunts.

I lean forward and put my mouth next to his ear, resting my hand on his thigh to stop myself from toppling forward. "You have no idea." I whisper. He drops a hand down to my leg and strokes my skin along the hem of my dress

"So, this prick of a husband, where is he tonight?"

"Doing the usual boring business stuff."

"Ah… trophy wife then?" he tilts his head curiously

"Not at all." I smirk, "I think I hold my own."

"I bet you do." his fingers dancing further up my leg.

The bartender places the drinks in front of us shaking his head and chuckling like it's not the first time he's seen married strangers getting cosy at his bar. Christian takes a swig from his glass then turns his attention back to me.

"So….care to join me blowing some money at the casino?" his eyes skimming up and down my body.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch you name?" I look at him questioningly.

"Christian, and yours?"

"Anastasia, but you can call me Ana."

"Well then, Ana, what do you say?"

"I say…. I don't intend to be blowing anything tonight, but I'm more than happy to come and help you double up." I bite my lip, quite intentionally. He runs his thumb along my mouth and tugs my lip down.

"Hmmm, money - maybe not, but you'll be blowing something tonight, I'll make sure of that." he smirks. "After you." he grabs my hand and holds it while I stand. I grab my clutch off the bar and begin walking out of the bar pulling my phone out to let the others know what we are up to. Christian leaves a large tip and follows close behind. I can hear him gasp.

He's realised just how short my dress is.