*Peeks out from behind pillow fort* I know it has been a long time – over two months, since I last updated this story! I actually can't believe that it has been this long! Anyways, I will stop talking now and let you all get on with the chapter!

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APOV

"Well, I am an only child" I said, hardly without thinking whatsoever and then after I heard what I had just said, I could have cursed myself. Why, oh why couldn't I have said something interesting! Or, at the very least something that didn't make me sound like I was a complete idiot!

"So there are no older jealous brothers that will try to pull all the macho crap on me?" Christian replied with what I was beginning to understand was his signature panty dropping smirk.

"Nope. There's just me. Only me. Though there is my dad" I said.

"Ah. I suppose that I will just have to deal with it then" Christian said, with an attempt shrug, which seemed like it was a bit half hearted.

"If you are planning on sticking around that is" I said, my throat going a little dry. Who in their right mind talks about commitments at the very first meeting? Curb it, Steele! I thought to myself sternly, and then added "before you manage to scare him off".

"Well, we will just have to see all about that now won't we?" he teased, adding a sexy little lick to his lips at the end of the sentence, causing my underwear to become a little more soaked than what it already was.

"Most definitely" I said, just as I realised that the two of us were still swaying – even though the music had changed to a much faster song than "Made of Gold", which had a decidedly slower beat to it, although it was a lovely song.

"Tell me something else about you" he asked, breaking the silence that had descended over the top of the two of us.

"Nope. I think that it is your turn to tell me something about you, Christian" I said, while looking at him straight in the eyes.

"To paraphrase you from earlier, what is it that you would like to know?" he replied.

"Hmm… now you are really asking" I said, while my brain worked overtime at trying to figure out just exactly what it was that I was going to ask this hunky stranger that I was currently dancing with – or swaying, if you wanted to get technical with the terms.

"Tell me whatever it is that you want me to know" I eventually said, whenever it became apparent that I wasn't going to think of anything that I wanted to ask him, without either embarrassing either myself or him.

"I don't like sprouts" he said, causing me to laugh out loud at that, with one of those loud witchy laughs – and it ever so glamorously ended with a snort.

And then – with me being typical me, I blushed a scarlet red colour at the fact that I had just snorted at Christian, and probably sprayed him with snot and all to boot.

This really was not how everything was supposed to go.

"I am glad that you find me so humorous" he grinned.

"I am so embarrassed!" I said, the blush continuing to rise while I thought about what had just happened.

"And so you should be" he replied, seriously and if it weren't for the smirk that was firmly etched on his face as well as the cheeky little glint in his baby blue eyes, I would have thought that I had actually managed to offend him.

"How on earth will I ever be able to make it up to your kind sir for offending you so so much?" I teased, with that same glint in place in my own eyes.

"Well, for starters you will have to kiss me better" he answered.

"But why would I do that? You aren't sick" I said, narrowing my eyes together.

"I am so – you caused me considerable emotional pain and turmoil whenever you cackled and snorted at the fact I don't like sprouts" Christian said, his voice full of what I now knew was fake pain.

"I am very much certain that your good self will be able to cope with a little emotional turmoil as you call it" I retorted.

"I am not so sure about that little Miss Ana. Your insults could cause me to need years and years of intensive psychotherapy, and even then I might not ever get over the trauma" he said, causing me to laugh out loudly before eventually giving in and placing a gentle kiss on his left cheek.

"Now you are all better" I grinned.

"No. You have to give me a kiss on the lips just to be sure that I won't suffer any long lasting damage to my psyche" he teased.

"I think you are a bit of a tease, Mr. And a pusher" I said, before then completely negating that comment, by giving him a soft, tender kiss on the lips, while my hands stayed put on either of his cheeks.

However, he didn't waste any opportunities that were presented to him whatsoever, and he quickly deepened the kiss by sliding his tongue along my lower lip, teasing me while also it was as if he were asking me for permission at the same time.

It was also permission that I readily granted him, just at the same time as his arms wrapped themselves fully around my waist, pulling me in tightly to him. I also had to stand up on my tip toes so as to fully grant him the permission he sought. Eventually, my hands also made their way to the back of his head, and began to play with the copper hair that I found at the nape of his neck.

We stood that way for goodness knows how long, our hands on each other, but not doing any exploring other than the regions that they had previously settled on, just simply kissing until the both of us were breathless, and had absolutely no option but to pull apart so as to get some much needed oxygen into our lungs.

But even then, Christian only pulled away far enough to put his forehead against mine, and he kept his eyes firmly on mine as well.

"Come on, beautiful. Let's go and get something to drink – I want to get to know you much better. And I want you to know more about me too, other than the fact that my name is Christian and that I don't like sprouts" he said.

"Of course. I want to get to know you too, Christian" I replied gently, and then I placed another kiss on his lips, which were closed this time, before he lead me off of the dance floor to a quiet booth that was situated far away from the dance floor.

At least the two of us would be able to hear what we were saying to each other without shouting at the top of our lungs – and it would also mean that the two of us should also wake up without the compulsory sore throat that quite often accompanied a night out to a club.

"So what is it that you would like to drink?" Christian asked, whenever I had sat down.

"Can I have a Berry Bacardi Breezer please?" I answered him sweetly and he nodded, before heading to the bar.

However, he wasn't gone five minutes, whenever this other guy, who was about six foot tall, with strawberry blonde hair, and a beer gut the size of Russia, (and a body odour to match) came over to stand in front of me, just staring at me – without saying anything at all.

"Umm … can I do something for you?" I asked, whenever it became apparent to me that this creepy stranger wasn't going to say anything at all.

"You are literally the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen in my whole entire existence" the guy said, and it was only then that I noticed that he was wearing an old pair of jogging bottoms, and a dirty t-shirt.

Ewww.

I literally wanted to throw up just looking at him.

"Thank you" I said, with one of those fake grins placed on my face, while I prayed to all that was holy that this guy would just go away and leave me to wait on Christian by myself.

But of course that just simply wasn't for happening at all.

"Would you dance with me?" he asked, all in a rush and it took me a moment to figure out exactly what Captain Sweatpants had said, and before I had any chance to reply to that, a cool voice replied for me.

"I am sure that my girlfriend doesn't want to dance with you" Christian said, sliding into the empty seat beside me.

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Also, for those who wanted this story to be a slow burn, am I doing okay for you so far?