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Before I start, I want to tell you that your reviews REALLY warm my heat, and I love reading them! So please keep sending them! This next chapter is one I wanted to write for a while, the family diner. I hope you enjoy it! But before we start, there are a few questions I want to answer. First one I've been asked a few times is 'Is Christian Nina's biological father?' At the beginning, I wasn't sure if I wanted to answer that one, or if to let you figure it out by yourselves. But since it's been asked quite often, I decided to answer straight away. NO! That would have been horrible! I mean, pour Ted! Nina was conceived around 2003, Ana and Christian haven't met yet in that timeline. Question no. two 'Will there be a Nina P.O.V. in the story?' Absolutely. I never intended to have Nina's P.O.V. but after some of you guy's mentioned it, I got intrigued. (PSOILER ALERT! It won't be quiet the way you're expecting it…) This volume of the Fanfiction in coming to an end though. By total, 'The Battle of Two Business Partners' will have 14 chapters. But don't worry, because the story doesn't end there. Yes! There will be a sequel to this Fanfiction! The next vol. will be called….

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Not gonna tell you yet. SORRY… I can already tell you that Nina's P.O.V. won't be till the next vol.

So without any more delaying, here's chapter 11!

Less than 45 minutes after I left the Four Seasons Hotels building, I find myself standing on the other side of Nina's apartment door, waiting for her to open it. I've showered, shaved and dressed in records time, and grabbed my laptop bag just before walking back to the Hotel building, where Nina lives. After ringing her doorbell again, I realize that Nina might not come back home yet from her grocery shopping. Reaching in my jeans pocket, I pull out the key she gave me less than an hour ago. As if I'm dealing with a ticking bomb, I gently place the key and unlock the door. As I open the door and step in, I move with catlike strides, as if I'm sneaking in here or something.

"Nina?" I call out, hoping to hear her shout out from another room. "Nina?!" I call louder. But when once again I get no response, I accept the fact that I'm alone.

Placing my laptop bag on the floor next to the front door, I walk to the kitchen to make myself an espresso in Nina's coffee machine. Nina's house already feels like home, not intimidating or anything. Trying to get a better idea of what Nina like's, I open her fridge and freezer and look at what it contains. –last night's left over's of Mac and Cheese, a half filled bottle of milk and other necessary stuff. Closing the fridges and freezers doors, I grab my espresso and walk over to Nina's living room. Even though I've been here last night, I didn't really look at the place. It's very homey and cozy, with warn colored furniture.

Taking a sip of my coffee, I remember Nina saying that perfect Sunday morning last week, that she went through my stuff, trying to find something weird about me. Rising one eyebrow, I turn my back on the living room, and walk down the hall. There are three doors there, the right one I know leads to Nina's bedroom, the one in front of me is a bathroom so I open the door on my left, not knowing where it will lead me to.

It doesn't take me a minute to realize that this room is Nina's home office.

Walking in, I notice her bookcase that takes place of her whole wall- it looks like she's got over a thousand book which makes me wonder how many of them have she actually read. When I get to her desk, her laptop is sited there closed next to her desktop. Sitting on her lather office chair, I roll closer to her desk. I don't want to go through her computer, such thing seen too personal, so I open one of her desk drawers which contain nothing out of the ordinary office supplies, accept for an old looking Polaroid picture. Taking a last sip of coffee, I take the photo in my hand, looking at the woman in the photo.

It's not Nina, but there is something about her that looks familiar. She's looking at the camera, but not smiling- barley even smirking. She has big gray eyes and long wavy blond hair, an upturned nose and full lips. She's beautiful, though she looks very sad. Turning the picture around, I read the delicate handwriting that I haven't noticed before.

'Me pregnant with Serena, January 2004.'

Taking a sharp breath, I turn the photo again to see the woman once more. She looks so familiar, because she looks just like Nina. Holly shit- this is her mother. They don't share the same hair or eyes color, but the shape of their eyes, their nose and lips are identical. The look on this woman's face- which I know is called Emilia Clair Jones- is so sad, its heart breaking.

"Teddy?" I hear Nina call out from the front room.

"Yea!" I shout out and quickly place the picture back in the drawer and shut it.

"Did you even go home?" She calls.

"Yes, I just came in about ten minutes ago." I say as I walk to the kitchen with the empty espresso mug. "How did you know I was here?"

"Your laptop bag…" she answers from the kitchen.

When I walk in the kitchen, I see she's holding half a dozen full bags. Nina places the bags on the counter and laughs. "You look like a Calvin Klein model." She says as she laughs.

I look down at me clothes. My light blue jeans are Calvin Klein made, I'm also wearing white converse shoes and a navy blue cashmere sweater. Lifting my eyes back to Nina, I look at her quizzically. "Are you complaining?" I ask her, and take a step closer to her.

"Oh no, I'm loving the view, baby." She says as turns to unpack her bags.

"Need any help?" I ask and wrap my arm around her waist, kissing the back of her neck.

"No, I need to start baking…"

"Do you have to start right away?" I ask as slid my hands underneath her silky gray top to caress her stomach and hips. Then gently, I press my groin against her ass.

"Yes, I have to start right now. It's almost three and this cake takes about an hour to prepare." She says and removes my hands from her body.

Taking a step back, I try to control my dick from getting any harder. Trying to clear my head I ask "What cake are you gonna bake anyway?"

"A Brooklyn Blackout Cake."

"Wow, isn't that a really hard cake to bake?"

"Yea, but its well worth it. It's delicious!"

As Nina starts to prepare everything, I look around feeling out of place. "Would you like me to help?" I ask.

"No, you can check your e-mails or something." When I place the empty espresso mug in the sink, Nina looks at me with one raised eyebrow, "I love how at home you feel here." She says with a smile.

I smile back at her, though I feel bad for finding her mother's photo. Setting up my laptop on Nina's breakfast bar, I start reading my emails while she starts to bake. Most of the e- mails are work related, and boring, but I still reed them all. I send Gillian an e-mail, explaining my quick departure- well actually lying by writing that I was Sean on the phone. I make a mental note to call him and help me with that.

This feels so normal, me working on the computer while Nina is baking next to me. I remember seeing my parents like this. My dad working while my mom made us dinners, hearing them talk and laugh while still going through their business. My parents have been together for twenty seven years; maybe Nina and I have a chance.

Shit, I defiantly shouldn't be thinking those thoughts!

I try to dismiss those thought quickly, and reed my last e-mail in my income box that arrived this morning from my father.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: N.Y.- Change of plans

To: Nina Jones, Theodore Grey

Nina and Theodore, good morning.

Due to the unexpected conference next week on Thursday, I'm afraid the business trip to New York next week will have some changes.

Nina, you will still be going to N.Y. but I won't be accompanying you, since the conference will be with all the CEO's of the companies. So Ted, you will be going to N.Y. with Nina next week.

I'll see you both tonight at dinner.

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holding, Inc.

"Have you read this yet?" I ask Nina, rising my voice above the sound of the working Kitchen Aid.

"Read what?" Nina asks without looking at me.

"My father sent us both an e-mail about your trip to New York; it seems that I'll be going with you."

"What?" Nina asks as she switches off the mixer, "let me read it."

She leans over my shoulder to read the Email. With her neck right next to me, I take a deep breath and take in her scent. She smells of flowers, and citrus, and white must and of spring in a bouquet. I never smelled anything like her, so fresh and sweet. And as I lean in closer to her neck to get more of her scent she pulls away from me.

The sudden loss of her scent makes me look at her with confusion. Nina's arms are crossed over her chest, her brows are pulled in together and it looks like she's biting on her inner cheek. She looks like she's thinking hard about something.

"What's wrong?" I ask her.

She gives her head a little shake, "Nothing,"

"You're lying. Something is defiantly wrong." I say, grabbing her wrist, I pull her closer to me and cage her in my arms. "Tell me."

She looks at me for what feels like hours, deliberating with herself if to tell me or not. Then finally, she says without looking at me "I guess I should fill you in about all the people we're gonna have meeting's with…"

And then I realize why she might have gotten all irritated and upset. This business trip to N.Y. is a four day trip for Nina to introduce my father to more clients. They have been working on this for the last month, and now Nina is spouse to tell me all about those meeting's in less than three days. This is just more work for her now. Trying to find a way to cheer her up, I lean in and whisper in her ear, "Well, at least now the trip won't be all business, it will have pleasure…"

She pushes me away and firmly says, "No Ted, this is a very important trip. It will be four days of more than fifty hours of meeting. We can't get distracted. If you're gonna go with me, we have to be professional. Really professional, not the way we've been acting lately. OK?" she turns of her heals and return to her baking.

Something is still wrong. She is upset over something, and I'm not a hundred present sure it's just the fact that she has to teach me so much in less than three days. She's hiding something. I don't want to piss her off any more than she suddenly got, so I just ask "Are we still OK?"

Taking a deep breath, Nina closes her eyes and rubes the back of her neck. "Of course we're OK." She says quietly. "It just would have been more convenient flying to N.Y. with Christian. That's all"

It would have, I know it would.

This is shit. She isn't playful and cheerful as she was when she came back from the grocery store. Twenty minutes ago we were flirting. Fuck, less than two hours ago she was mouth fucking me. Then this Email. It's as if it built up an ice wall between us.

Desperately wanting to make her smile again, I think of what to say to cheer her up.

"You know, I'm starting to get a little jealous here." I say with one brow raised.

"What?" Nina asks confused.

"You seem to be very disappointed about going out of town with me and not my dad. Should I start worrying about you and my father having some kind of affair?"

Nina snaps her head up from her baking, brows pulled down and mouth slightly open. I can see she's trying to figure out if I'm serious, which of course I'm not, but I don't show it with my face. Eventually, Nina closes her eyes, as if to clear her head, and when she opens them she asks me, with a hint of a smile, "Are you kidding?"

Of course I am, but you only gave me a hint of a smile. And I want to see you smile so wide, the way you do that make my heart skip a beat.

"Well, what am I supposed to think when you are looking so miserable at the idea of going with the wrong Grey to N.Y.?" I say, offended.

"You are kidding." She states, and her grin widens a bit, but not enough.

"You might as well have a 'Team Christian Grey' T shirt." I sound like a whiny clingy irrational girl. I make myself sick. But it does the trick. Nina smiles so wide, her mouth opens and she start laughing. And that's it; she'd ruined me for any other woman. The sight of her happy, the sound of her laughing, I could look at her like this forever.

"Oh my god," she breathes as she laughs. She walks back to me and wraps her arms around my neck. As her giggles die out, I snake my arm around her hips and place Nina between my legs were I sit. "Teddy," she starts, "Your father is a very attractive man for his age. But he's way too old for me. I like my men young."

"How young?" I ask, pretending to sound indifferent.

She leans in closer to me, our lips inches apart, than whispers, "Young enough to keep up." She steals a quick kiss on my lips, than leans away with her arm still around my neck.

I want to tease her one more time, to hear her giggle one more time.

"Oh," I sigh dramatically, "I feel like you used me for sex. Oh god! I feel violated!"

"What are you talking about?" she laughs out, "I'm the one being used here! You are using the elderly for sexual relief!"

I completely forgot she's older than me. How hot is that?

For the next hour, we tease each other as Nina bakes and I send Emails. And I can honestly say, that it's the best time I have ever had in my life.

Once Nina's cake was in the oven, Nina led me to her home office where she started to explain to me all about the meetings we're gonna have in N.Y. It doesn't take me ten minutes to realize that even though she doesn't have a job title; Nina has a big part in GEH. If she can really get all these companies at the east coast to work with GEH, we will be officially the second biggest and probably most successful company in the United States.

Thirty minutes latter some timer goes off from the kitchen.

"We'll continue latter," Nina says, and starts walking to the kitchen. I get up myself, stretch and follow her to the kitchen, where I'm greeted with the most mouth watering richest chocolate smell. Nina kicks the oven door close with her foot, for her hands- protected by oven mitts- are holding the source of the delicious smell. Placing the cake on a wooden board, her mitts covered hands on her hips and with a appreciative nod says "Yep, this is perfect."

I walk closer the cake, and lean forward to sniff it with a deep long breath.

I don't even know how o start explaining this smell. It makes me want to bite in to it. Kind of like the way Nina's scent makes me want to bite in to her.

"Get your face out of the cake!" Nina gently pushes me away. "It needs air to cool down before I start decorating it."

"How long will that take?" I ask, trying to calm down to grumbling in my stomach.

"Half an hour?"

Giving her a devilish grin, I take a step closer to her. "Well, what could we do for thirty minutes?" I ask, wrapping my arm around her waist, and plant an open mouthed kiss below her ear. And this time, the grumbling in my stomach has nothing o do with the cake.

Nina giggles, and shakes her head. "Teddy," she whispers, and starts to moan when my mouth finds her earlobe the same time my hands cup her ass with a gentle squeeze. "I think you should go home." She whispers.

My whole body freezes in to place and tenses up.

"Why?" I ask against her neck.

"Because," she breathes, and twists her body free from mine. "I have so much to do before this dinner tonight, and I never manage to do anything when you're next to me."

Smiling, I tease her, "Do I dazzle you?"

"Yes," she laughs out, "damn you!" Nina walks to my laptop, shuts it close and packs it into my laptop bag.

"Do I give you the case of creamy panties?" I tease her further.

She zips up the laptop bad, and walks to the front door. "Yes, you bastard. Now please leave my house and let me be!" she shouts, and opens the door.

Flowing her to the door, I spin her around to face me, grab the back of her neck with both hands and bring our lips together for a deep, hard, long passionate kiss. I try to wordlessly tell her through this kiss how much she means to me. How happy I am that she came in to my life. How this, this thing we have between us, is the best thing that ever happened to me.

Can you feel it too? This thing between us, is it as amazing for you as it is for me?

Pulling away from her lips, I look deep in to her eyes. She's all breathless, lips full and wet. She's beautiful. Taking my laptop bag from her, I walk out of her apartment and down the hall to the elevator. Then over my shoulder, I call out to her "I'll see you tonight…" then I step in the car, and ride down the ground floor.

"Oh, Teddy, you're here!" My mother greets me at the front door of my parent's house. She's wearing a cream colored silk trench wrap dress. She pulls me in for a hug, kisses me directly on the cheek, then removes with her thumb the lipstick that got smudged off my face. "But you're not the first to arrive," she says as she leads me to the living room where I practically find all my family members.

First, I head to my grandparent- not wanting them to get up- I lean down to kiss both of the on there cheeks. "How are you Gramps?"

"Absolutely great! Your mother in making her famous Paella, your father is grilling the meat. There is not much more an old man like me needs." He says from the armchair that over the years, even though this is my parent's house- the house I grew up in- is known as his chair.

My sister is sitting with our cousin Ava on one side and her boyfriend Dean Ryan on the other. The three of them stand up, phoebe and Ava kiss my cheeks and hugs me, and Dean gives me a handshake. Heading to the kitchen, my mother and Kate are talking cooking or about a book, I'm not sure. I kiss my aunt Kate on her cheek, and head to the back garden- not before serving myself a glass of red wine. Outside, I find my father grilling and shaking his head, looking exasperated, while my uncle Eliot is laughing so hard, he has to hold his stomach. This is how you can usually find my father and uncle- one irritated, while the other is laughing his ass off. And often, it's my father the one pissed off and Eliot enjoying himself.

"What are you laughing about this time?" I ask, slapping Eliot over the shoulder.

"Nothing, I'm just giving your old man a hard time." Eliot laughs.

I give my father a handshake, and look at him, trying to get a different answer from him. He just smiles and shakes his head. "How are you son?"

"Good,"

I'm about to ask him if he needs any help grilling, when I hear Kate calling from inside the house behind us. "Elliot?!"

"Yea?" he calls over his shoulder.

"How's it going with the meet?"

"Almost done!"

"Good!" my aunt says, "'cause the Kavanagh's are here!" This means Ethan, Mia, Dominique and George are here. This leaves only Nina to show.

Where is she?

Just as we finish saying hello to all the Kavanagh's, my mother calls out, out of nowhere, "She's here!" then run to the front door. Gees… Mom swings open the door to reveal a beautiful Nina, dressed in a sleeveless white lace vintage looking dress. Her beautiful red hair is let down in their natural curls, nails pained red and heels so high, I have no idea how she can balance herself on them while caring a cake and her clutch.

God, the sight of her literally just took my breath away.

I seem to zone out for the next minute, not really paying attention to anyone around me, and just look at Nina. She's being introduced to my family members she haven't met yet, like my cousins, and my uncle Ethan. She hands my mother the cake she made, and I think mom says something like "You shouldn't have bothered." Then Nina makes her way to my grandparents, who even though she protests, stand up to say their hellos.

I'm trying to read Nina's or my grandfather's lips to get the idea of what they're talking about, when someone beside me starts speaking to me. "Did you get the Email I've sent you this morning?"

Email? Who's? What?

Confused, I turn my head to see my father standing beside me.

"Well?" he asks.

"What?" I honestly have no idea what's he talking about.

"My Email, did you get it? The one about you going to N.Y."

Oh, that.

"Yes," I say and give my head a shake, as if to clear it from Nina and try to concentrate. God, what is that woman doing to me? "Yes, I got it. Though, it is at the last minute, I'll have to cancel a shit load of meetings…"

"Leave it," dad says, "I'll tell Andrea to talk to Joanna and send me your meetings. Except for the ones of Thursday- when the conference takes place, I'll back you up."

"Good." I say, and look back at Nina. She's standing with Phoebe Ava and Dean next to the little bar, where Ava is opening a new bottle of red wine.

Nina hasn't looked at me yet, not really. And just as I'm about to go to the bar, my father clears his throat and I know he's going to say something important.

"Yes?" I ask him.

Just as he is going to tell me what's on his mind, my mother calls from the kitchen, "Christian?"

"Yes, Ana?"

"Don't forget the meat!"

I have a feeling that my mother and Kate are already a little drunk. I've seen her drunk a couple of times. Ones, surprisingly, on my Eighteenth birthday, and the second time was on Phoebe's Eighteenth birthday. On both occasions, mom started as a happy drunk, followed by loud over excited drunk, then singing and dancing drunk, sloppy drunk, then sad drunk. Once my mother got on both birthdays to the point where she cried that Phoebe and I were forbidden to grow any older, my father took her to bed.

By the way my father is rolling his eyes again; I'm guessing that my mother is getting a little drunk. "Letter…" he says with a nod, and then walks out to the back garden through the kitchen.

"Why, hello there Theodore."

I could recognize this voice even if there would be a room filled with English girls saying the same sentence.

With a smile, I turn to face her. "Nina…"

Her green Aquamarine eyes have a special sparkle to them that weren't there before, and I try to think what changed at the last two minutes. What made her eyes just sparkle, and her smile wider? Then, a smitten smile creeps on my face, and for a second I think it's me. That I'm the reason for that sparkle. Could it be?

Get a hold of yourself Grey!

I ignore that little voice in my head and let my eyes fall on her lips. Full, shinny and kissable, I try ever so hard not to just grab the back of her head and kiss her now.

She lets out a little shaky breathy laugh, and as if reading my mind, says, "You want to kiss me so bad right now, don't you?"

I don't even get the chance to comment, before once again, mother interferes.

"Teddy," my mother says from beside me. And for a horrible second, I think she heard Nina's comment about me wanting to kiss her. But one look at moms smiling face, reassures me that we weren't being overheard. "Why don't you give Nina a tour of the house? The Paella only really gets cooked when all the guests arrive."

Yes mom! Thank you!

The idea of once again having Nina all to myself, walking around the house with her, having a little stop at my old bedroom…

"Yes ted, would you like to give me a tour?" Nina asks with a devilish smile. This makes me smile, 'cause I know she's thinking the same as me. Maybe, I should take her directly to my room, and get this over and done with.

"Sure I would," I say smiling, "let's give you the grand tour."

As the both of us make our way to the stairs, with a healthy distance between us, my mother calls from behind, "Aren't you starting from the meadow?"

No mom. If we'll start at the meadow, we won't have time for my room.

"I thought we could start with the top floor, and make our way down." I answer casually. Trying not to give too much away.

When Nina and I get to the top step, and we are out of eye shot, she smoothly takes my hand in hers, and intertwines our fingers.

"So where are we going to start?" she whispers, and then kisses my bellow my ear.

"I thought," I say and trap her between my arms, bringing our bodies glued together. "We could start in my room," I start trailing kisses on her jaw line, "then continue to my bed," another kiss, "then finish on my bedroom floor." Then I intertwine my fingers at the back of her neck, and pull her in to a deep, long, passionate kiss.

After about a minute of kissing like this, Nina bites down on my tongue, hard. This makes a dick jump with excitement. A low, uncontrolled growl rumbles out of me, and it takes me everything I have to break our lips free. Our breaths are way too loud, though no one could hear us, from up here.

"Can I ask you something?" she purrs out. My eyes fall to her lips, and I just nod my head 'cause I'm not sure I can talk right now. "And you promise to be honest, and keep an open mind?"

"Of course," I say as my hands cup her ass and give it a squeeze.

"I was just wandering," she traces the tips of her fingers on the back of my neck in the most soothing way. "You've already had sex in that room before, right?"

My body freezes in palace. Where is she going with this? I mean, of course I had sex in my teenage bedroom, but does that bother her? It didn't seem to bother her when we shared a bed in my apartment.

"I'll take your silence as a yes," she smiles. Tracing her fingers on my forehead, she whispers "Don't frown, I just had an idea."

What kind of idea?

"Have you ever had sex in your parents' bedroom?"

Oh.

Oh, now I know where she's going with this.

The only girl I brought to this house was my teenage girlfriend. And she wasn't comfortable enough to explore our sexuality in any other room but my own.

"No," I whisper, and I get a little excited.

"Well then…" she kisses my lower lip, "Can I be your first?"

What? My first?

"I promise to be gentle…"

If my dick was hard a minute ago, it feels like it's going to tear open my pants.

"We could get caught…" I warn, but I'm already pulling her in my parents' bedroom direction. We both get a little excited by the idea of getting caught. When we get to my folks room, Nina doesn't even bother looking around the room before she shuts the door, and collides our lips together again.

We moan, a little too laud, and without breaking our kiss, we clumsily make our way to my parents' bed. She playfully pushes me onto it, and I fall, bouncing a little once I actually land on the bed. When I scroll up the bed and lay my head on a pillow, Nina' eyes and mine never break contact.

"We don't have a lot of time…" Nina purrs, and reaches beneath the skirt of her dress to pull down her legs a pair of little white lacy thongs, steps out of them than throws them at me, where they land on my face. I can hear her giggling, probably because just before I pull her panties off my face, I gave them a deep sniff.

What does she do? Squirt perfume on these? No underwear should smell so good.

"And we could get caught, as you said…" she says as she balances one knee on the bed, then the other, and slowly- seductively- she crawls up the bed, and positions her bare sex lightly but directly against my throbbing hard cock. I reach down to unbuckle my belt and trousers, when Nina catches my hands, and places the on her hips. Then slowly, rhythmically, she guides my hands against her hips.

We both let out a moan at the same time.

"You fucking tease." I breathe out.

She ignores me, and starts moving in a circular movement above me. Her eyes close shut, her head tilted back, and her moans grow lauder.

The sight of her on top of me like this is too much. I free my hands from her hips, and pull her by the neck, bringing our lips together once again. We are both in such a state, that even though I have my pants on, we could actually both ends up coming. Our groins both move against each others in frantic desperate moves. Our hands try to touch as much of the other body at the same time. We are both pulling, squeezing, tugging- and once I even spank her ass- trying to somehow relies this energy inside us.

Then, Nina's hand reaches beneath the pillow my head lies on. By the way her lips stopped moving, I know she caught something in her hand.

"What's this?" she asks playfully, and then both our faces fall when she pulls out the object from beneath the pillow.

If my dick was hard as a rock a second ago, and Nina's pussy was dripping wet- then now my dick is shriveled and shrieked with horror, and Nina's sex turned instantly dry as the desired, when dangling between Nina's fingers, we see slick, silver, brutal looking handcuffs.

Silence.

None of really know how to dress the elephant in the room. This is a kinky sexual object, we just found hidden in my middle aged parents' bed.

"Umm…" Nina mumbles, embraced and blushing deep red, while I'm sure my face just turned ghost white with horror.

"Do you think we should…?" I can't finish my question, but she seems to know what I'm going to say, when she finishes my sentence.

"…Leave?" she asks. It doesn't take us two seconds to get off the bed, for Nina to put the handcuffs back under the pillow, and walk to the door. "Can I have my underwear?" Nina whispers like a little girl. And I reach in to my pants pocket to pull them out and hand them to her. We are both very quiet and uncomfortable, standing outside my folks now closed bedroom door, when Nina tries to lift up the mood. "So… that was… sexy?"

I let out a shaky laugh. "It most definitely was not sexy." I clarify, but I sure am laughing.

"God, I feel violated…" Nina cries.

"And how do you think I feel…?"

I can't help but laughing. I know I shouldn't, but I do. Maybe because I had Nina with me there, it didn't seem as bad as it would have been if I was there alone, or with another woman. Seeing me laughing so hard, Nina smiles and decides to tease me. "Who do you think uses that thing on who?" and with that question, all my laughter dies out.

"Not funny." I tell her.

"I bet it's your mother that ties your father up…" and I don't let her finish the horrible sentence. I pin her against the wall with both hands.

"If you don't behave," I warn her, "I will lock you up in that devil room…"

Then we both laugh, and make our way back down stairs.

"Who plays?" Nina asks, and points with her head toward the big black wing piano.

We're outside the lounge room, on the ground floor. I did give Nina any tour at the end, but like I originally planned, I took her directly to my bedroom, and we only made-out. Then Nina stopped right outside this lounge room.

"The piano?" I ask, and when she nods, and answer her. "My father and Phoebe."

"What about you? You don't play?" she asks, and strides toward the piano.

"Not the piano," I shake my head, "I play the guitar."

Nina sits on the piano stool, and crosses her legs.

"Do you play?" I ask, and sit next to her. And by the smitten smile on her face, I know that not only she plays the piano, but she plays it well. "Play something…" she softly places her fingers on the piano keys, and starts playing.

It's a familiar compassion, with a variety of slow soft notes and lively dancing once. At one point, it seems like Nina has more than ten fingers, because the melody is so spectacular and exciting, I find myself trying to trace Nina's moving fingers. But it's impossible, they move too fast. And then a second latter, the melody slows down again, never really settling on one pace. She is a great piano player, playing a piece like this without notes or anything. Then she finishes the compassion with three staccato loud notes, and she's done.

I just sit there, in awe.

"Well?" she asks, "Did you like it?"

I have no words. Is there something she can't do?

"What was it? This piece…" is all I manage to say.

From behind us, at the open lounge door, my father answers my question. "It was Brahms's Hungarian Dance number five." We jump at the unexpected answer, and turn our heads to face him. He is leaning against the open door frame, with his arms crossed over his chest. "Played in F sharp minor, if I'm not wrong."

"You're not," Nina smiles.

"I came up here to tell you that dinner is being served." My father says with a smile, "I didn't know you played the piano, Nina."

"Yes, my mother was a pianist, she taught me since the age of four. Your mother made sure I won't stop playing when I moved to America." She tells my father.

Every little information about Nina's past is gold for me. I imagine Nina, at the age of four, with her red hair and freckles, sitting next to her mother, who is teaching her the piano. Thanks for my snooping around her office this morning; I have an image of her mother, beautiful sad young lady, with wavy long blonde locks of hair, and sad gray eyes. And then I think of Nina at the age of thirteen, alone in America, after her mother died and her father rejected her. Playing the piano in some orphanage, with my grandmother's support.

I shake my head, trying to clear my head from these images. They make me sad, and mad.

As dinner is being served, it's obvious that every single member of my family is fighting to get Nina's attention. She is sitting on my left side, and on my right sits Dean Ryan. I wished I could have been sited next to anyone else but him, giving the fact that he and my baby sister are an item. I also notice that my youngest cousin George, who is sited right in front of Nina, is staring at her like a hungry dog. The fact that he is almost 17 years younger than her doesn't seem to bother her.

Eyes of my women cousin. She's mine!

"Oh Nina, before I forget!" my grandmother exclaims, "Would you like to come to the annual 'Women's Parliament' next month? I throw it every year."

Suddenly, I feel something soft placed firmly against my groin. I jump a little with surprise, before I realize that it's Nina's hand, cupping my dick through my pants.

"Are you OK, Teddy?" my mother, who sits right in front of me asks, confused by my sudden jump.

"I'm fine," I say, "My leg just jumped."

I don't look at Nina, and I know she's not looking at me.

"I would love to come to the parliament, Grace." Nina says from beside me.

No one really pays attention to me, since Nina is the guest of honor. So I let myself just concentrate on Nina's hand. What a cunning woman! Touching me under the dinner table while talking to the rest of my family. When Nina makes some joke I miss, and my mother and Kate's laughter is lauder than the rest, Nina takes the opportunity to unbuckle my belt.

Oh Yes!

And then my cock is out, hard and ready. Nina wraps the base with her thumb and forefinger, and with the rest three fingers, she pulls my balls out of the open zipper. The next five minutes are blurry, I honestly try to pay attention to the conversation, but I just can't. It feels like Nina grew five extra fingers on her hand, 'cause the pleasure is so incredible, and I seems like she's able to stroke my dick at the same time as she cups my balls.

How in hell can she make an ordinary hand job so fucking mind-blowing?

Then just when I feel the familiar tightening in my groin, and I know I'm about to come, I firmly hold Nina's hand, stopping it from any more movements. Then, with all my will power, I place her hand on her thigh, and give it a little tug to make sure she keeps it there.

At the corner of my eye, I can see the confusion on Nina's face. Leaning dangerously close to her, I whisper in her ear; "I can't have come stains all over my trousers…"

She let out a small giggle, and gives her head a little shake.

Once disserts are served, I managed to get some kind of control over my dick. Nina's cake vanishes first, and I can honestly say, that this woman is a better baker than my mother. Then we are all sited in the living room, sipping coffee, when out of nowhere, Nina calls out, "Definitely Ana, let's to it tonight!"

I have no idea what they're talking about, but mom and Kate are suddenly very excited.

"Yes!" mom and Kate exclaim loudly. My mother has just gone in to her 'loud and over excited drunk'.

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea…" my father says, nervous.

"I think it's a brilliant idea!" Phoebe calls out smiling.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"I'm taking all the girl's out tonight, for a 'Girl's Night Out'!" Nina says.

What? Why?

"My mother as well?" I glance over at my displeased father.

"And Kate and Mia too!" she answers.

But, I thought you're going home with me…

"Fine," my father sounds defeat, "only if you're going to 'The Mile High' club…"

"Yey! I haven't been there before!" Dominique cries out. She only turned twenty one, two months ago.

Suddenly Nina jumps up, "I'll call a taxi now! Let's go girls!"

As they all stand up to leave, I think how weird this is, my secret lover taking out for the night all the girls in my family. How in such a short time, they can't seem to get enough of her, just like me.

As all the ladies in the parade- which includes my mother and Phoebe, Kate and Ave, and Mia and Dominique- say their goodbyes, if it for their husbands, boyfriends of fathers, I slip outside the house, to where Nina if on the phone, talking to a taxi.

"Five minutes?" she asks the person on the other line, then looks up at me from the floor, and smiles. "Great, see you soon."

Walking slowly toward her, I cross my arms over my chest. "Well, I didn't think the night would end like this…"

"End like what?" she asks, and crosses her own arm over her chest, mimicking my position.

"You and me, not together…"

"Well, the night's young." She says with a smile. "We might end up together, several times…"

Taking a step closer to her, I whisper, "Promise?"

Then Nina bites her lower lip, and takes another step towards me, and we are one step apart. "I promise…"

*I call the next chapter 'Clubbing'; make sure not to miss it. And most important, PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS! I LOVE THEM! 'Till next time. Bianca GC…xxx*