KPOV
I like Christian's shirt, it feels silky but it's not actual silk. I checked the tag and it said cotton. I have a few clothes that say cotton in them and they don't feel anything like this. I look up in the mirror and see him standing there, watching me with a smile on his face. I look back down, finishing the task of getting a few more buttons done.
When I turn, he is in front of me, quiet, still smiling. He puts his fingers on the corner of the collar and says, "I like that color on you. I think we'll see if we can't find you a dress in this blue."
"Sorry, I was getting a little cold and grabbed the first thing in your closet." I lie, I looked at every shade of every color he has in that museum he calls a closet.
He nods his head and hands me my bag. I drop it to the floor and crumple to my knees to go through it. I find a pair of underwear and some shorts and slide them on while still on the floor. Then I grab a hair tie and pull my hair back. He's just standing there, gawking at me, it's kind of funny. Here I was thinking that he's supposed to be this rich, calm guy and he's acting like Peeta does, did.
"You don't like your hair down?" He finally asks.
I shake my head, "Not unless I have to. I prefer it up because I'm usually hunting or on the go doing something."
"So, this will be like a vacation of sorts for you?" He asks with another big smile. I nod and he holds out his hand, helping me stand up. "Ready for breakfast?"
"Yea. Oh wait, I need my slippers." I crouch back down and fish them out. He waits patiently by the door and once they're on, we leave the bedroom.
He walks in front of me and I enjoy my point of view. When he looks back, I raise my eyes quickly and smile.
"Like the view, Miss Everdeen?" He asks, chuckling.
"We're not going to keep doing the formal thing, are we, Christian?" I answer him with a question. He turns the corner and I follow him downstairs.
"Whatever you like, Katniss." He says and we come to the kitchen, where a woman who is my a little older than my mother is keeping herself busy in the kitchen.
"Good morning, Mr. Grey, Miss Everdeen." She greets us, placing two glasses of orange juice on the table we ate at last night. "Would you like coffee, Miss Everdeen or tea perhaps?"
"Ummm, I don't suppose you have hot chocolate?" I ask her, looking at Christian. "She's not an Avox."
"Of course not! I don't approve of people who think that permanently silencing others is a good form of punishment. No, Mrs. Jones has been with me, for, what now, Mrs. Jones?" He looks utterly disgusted at the thought of having an Avox around, which I whole-heartedly agree with.
"I just thought that's how it worked here in the Capitol, is all. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to offend anyone." I say, feeling small and stupid.
Mrs. Jones sets a mug of hot chocolate in front of me. "No harm done, Miss Everdeen. I've known Mr. Grey for just over ten years now and he has never had an Avox in his service. He likes us to be able to talk to him." She winks at me and smiles warmly at Christian. He smiles back, he likes her, and he must if he's had her around for so long.
"Oh, that's a long time." Is all I can manage to say.
"What would you like to eat dear? I can make anything you'd like." She informs me, going to the refrigerator.
"Just some scrambled eggs and toast is fine." I tell her, picking up the hot mug carefully. I blow at the steam and take a small sip. It's so good and even has a hint of cinnamon in it, just like Peeta used to make for me. I frown at the memory, even though it's a good one, the thought of him makes me sad.
"No meat, dear? We have bacon, sausage, ham…" I hear Mrs. Jones and she brings me out of my quick daze.
"Maybe some ham mixed in and cheese?" I look at her and she smiles. I look back at my mug, playing with the handle.
"Is the hot chocolate okay?" Christian asks me. "It's not too hot, is it?"
I shake my head as I debate with myself if I should tell him the truth. "No, no, it's fine. Actually, it tastes exactly how Peeta used to make it. It even has cinnamon in it."
He nods slowly, understanding now why I was frowning I'm sure. "So, after breakfast, we'll change and go shopping. I had Mrs. Jones call Dr. Greene and she will be here at 1 pm for you check-up."
I nod, drinking some more of the hot chocolate, it really is good. Mrs. Jones must know how to make a lot of things if she's worked for Christian for so long. Within five minutes, there's a steaming plate set in front of me and everything looks so delicious. Christian has eggs too, with vegetables in it and some toast as well. When I take a bite, I sigh. Yep, just as good as it looks. Christian smiles and Mrs. Jones nods her head in approval.
"Would you like any jam for your toast, dear? We have grape, strawberry, I think there's some raspberry left and an orange marmalade." She asks me, opening the refrigerator and putting away a few things.
"I've never had raspberry jam before, I'll try that." I respond excitedly. So many things that I'll get to try here without being told I have to!
"It's good, not as sweet as the strawberry, but very tasty nonetheless." Christian informs me as Mrs. Jones sets a small jar on the table with a little knife. I spread some on my toast and take a bite. Oh, that's good, though I don't know why I'm surprised, as I've had raspberries before and have always liked them.
I nod, smiling and chewing. I finish my breakfast, not talking much, just focused on eating. For some reason, Christian seems happy about that. I've already told him I don't waste my food. I rarely have, unless I was really sick or upset. I've not eaten at all; he must know this if he's paid attention to what happened to me after the rebellion, after I killed the new President.
When I've finished with my second mug of hot chocolate and all of my food is gone, Mrs. Jones clears the plates. "Would you like anything else, dear? Fruit? Some more hot chocolate?"
I rub my belly, smiling, "No thank you, Mrs. Jones, I'm full now."
She smiles back and nods her head. "Good. Is there anything special you might want for lunch or dinner?"
I shake my head, "Not that I can think of right now. I'm sure whatever you make I'll eat though."
She smiles again at me and gets to cleaning the dishes up. Christian looks at me, "Are you ready to get dressed then?"
"Yes, sir." I pop up out of my chair and walk ahead of him, going towards his room. I hear Christian whisper something to Mrs. Jones and then hear him following me.
I change into a pair of the only nice slacks that I brought with me and a decent enough top. Considering they were in my bag, they aren't too wrinkled. I take a look in the mirror while Christian is in his closet, choosing what to wear and comes out in denim and a casual top. Except that what would be casual on anyone else is looking mighty sexy on Mr. Grey. I smile as I fix my braid some and pull in the stray hairs.
"I have hair gel if you want to use some." Christian says, going into the bathroom. I follow him in and he holds out a tube of what I'm guessing is gel. I look at it, not really knowing what to do with it. Only my prep team has ever put this stuff on me. Christian looks at me quizzically. "Haven't you ever used gel?"
"Not by myself. Isn't that what a prep team is for?" I ask, smiling at him. He smiles back and squirts a bit onto his hand and rubs it between both. He waves me forward and slicks my hair back and puts a little on the bottom of my braid.
"There you go, no more strays to worry about." He says as he washes his hands. "Let's get going then."
"I just have to use the bathroom and I'll be right out." He nods and leaves me to it. I try to get excited about the idea of shopping, but really, I'm not. It may be different with Christian, but shopping for clothes is still shopping for clothes. I'd rather just be fitted for things and let someone else pick out my stuff.
When I exit the bathroom, Christian is standing in front of the giant reflective window, apparently talking to someone, though I can't see who. He turns around and I see a small earpiece attached to his ear and know that he is talking on the phone. I have an old phone at my house in 12 but hardly ever use it. Just to call Johanna and the very occasional call from my mother. He holds up his finger and I decide to go wait in the living room while he talks to whomever it is he is talking to. I hear on my way out though,
"I don't care what she says! If her mother cares so much, where has she been all this time? Miss Everdeen is doing just fine and will be staying with me until she says otherwise. I will be busy throughout the day with her and I do not wish to be bothered with this again, do you hear me, Ms. Trinket?"
I get to moving quickly down the stairs so he doesn't find out I was eavesdropping. I plop myself on the couch as I hear him quietly making his way down. How the hell did Effie figure out where I was? Only Johanna knows and she wouldn't tell anyone, she has her own secrets to keep. And why does my mother know too? Christian rounds the corner.
"Ready to go shopping?" He asks, holding out his hand and I take it.