"So how long do you know Miss Kavanagh" he asks
"Since freshman year" I murmur
"You are quite the opposite of her" he says sardonically.
"Do you not like her?" hmm she doesn't seem to like him very much; maybe he can give me some details.
"When she interviewed me back in May, she was just very brash and asked me some inappropriate questions then she asked me out for a drink and I turned her down and she called me a few choice words" He smiles.
Holy fuck Kate did not mention that, she just said he was a prick with a bad attitude, Interesting, hmm. I mean Kate is stunning, a classic beauty, tall, strawberry blond, Victoria secret model figure, smart and confident as can be but she couldn't get a second glance from Christian Grey? Why me then? I sure hope it's not to piss her off. He doesn't seem like the type of man to waste energy on such adolescent games. I brush that idea off immediately but then how did she get with Elliot? She said they met at the graduation ceremony.
"So how did Elliot and her get together, she just mentioned that they met at the graduation ceremony?" I ask, I hope he's not annoyed my little inquisition but I can't help feeling a little annoyed that Kate left those details out before. I guess her ego was bruised but who hasn't been rejected at some time? It happens to me all the time!
"They struck up a conversation and I guess they just hit it off, if I knew you were her roommate I'd have come inside when I occasionally picked up Elliot a long time ago" he winks and I blush looking down at knotted shaky fingers.
He gently places his long index finger under my chin and lifts my face up so I'm looking at him. He leans forward staring intently at me
"Your very cute when you blush Miss Steele, don't hide that lovely face" and of course my face turns bright pink at his words.
We go to an out of the way rustic looking tavern and he orders us each a glass of expensive Cognac, its fruity and woodsy, aromatic and delicious. It instantly warms my insides. I shouldn't drink too much, just enough to relax. He asks me so many questions about my work and upbringing but he is very closed off about his own. Kate did mention that he was adopted at age 4. Elliot and Mia were also adopted but as infants. I don't want to pry so maybe when Kate gets back I can perhaps ask her a little more is she knows anything.
Occasionally during the evening he takes a couple of business calls. He is very brusque and cold and gets straight to the point. He seemed very quiet last night and he was so kind to me that it's almost odd to see him talk so forcefully to others and then the words fly out of my big mouth "I sure wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that call, you must be a really mean boss." and he looks amused at me.
"I run an empire Miss Steele, no time for games. My employees do as they're told or they get replaced immediately" he shrugs carelessly and takes a sip of his cognac.
"Now drink your cognac" he hisses and pushes my glass towards me
"Do your dates always have to do as they are told ?" and I unknowingly bite my lip.
"You have a smart little mouth Anastasia, I'd like to take you over my knee and I promise you then, you'll do as your told" I gulp and I don't know if it's from fear or that I'm so turned on by the thought of his hands on my naked behind. I quick take a small sip of my cognac and close my eyes for a moment.
"Oh" is all I can manage
"Good girl "he says with a teasing smile. Oh he is mean; he wants to spank me for not sipping my drink or my smart mouth. Maybe I should let him. Oh goodness what am I saying? He is just so incredibly hot that I'd probably let him have his way with me, any way he'd like. His voice, his body, those hedonistic grey eyes just do something to me, makes me feel desirous for him. What do I know of desire though? I'd probably fall of the bed during sex, if I ever manage to have sex, well hopefully I will with him. I am starting to feel a bit lightheaded from the cognac. As we exit the tavern, he takes my hand and leads me out into the cool winter air.
"I'm happy to see you are wearing your coat this evening" he teases. We walk down a small path into a large wooden veranda that faces a picturesque lake that is lit on the opposite site from the city lights. Its very peaceful and romantic.
He is such a strange guy. One minute romantic, next mean on the phone, and then he threatened to spank me and now were overlooking this breathtaking scenery. I sigh and just give in, men are very hard to figure out and they think its women. I'm a very simple girl maybe it's because I've never been in a relationship before, never been in love. I barely know him but I have to admit I feel needy for him. The thought of not seeing again makes my stomach hurt a little bit. The thought of going to his place and having his lips on mine makes my stomach do back handsprings. We stand next to each other in the quiet darkness and he point out his building in the distance. Even in the cold winter air I can smell his delicious body wash and freshly laundered clothing. He has crazy sex appeal; he is unusually good looking, well too good looking for me at least.