His driver who he called "Taylor" takes us back to his apartment. It's lovely and beyond large filled with artwork and sculptures, the rest is very white, clinical but modern and expensive looking. His housekeeper is quietly setting up a small dining table. She places a candle on the table and lights it, corks a bottle of red wine and fills two glasses half way. She serves us a mouthwatering steak with some fancy looking vegetables and mashed sweet potatoes drizzled with some delicious sweet candied sauce. It's looks delish! She exits the room and Christian pushes a button on his iPod and the room fills with a sweet classical piece.
"How is your dinner Anastasia?"
"Oh it's wonderful, thank you so much" I say with sincerity. It tastes as good as it looks.
"I saw how much you ate last night at my parents' house, I hope you eat a bit more tonight" he says as a warning. Gosh he is a bit frightening but so fucking sexy. I just nod and try to concentrate on eating. I like him but his personality is all over the place. I dread the thought of upsetting him. I eat as much as I can manage and he scowls at me. I have a few more glasses of wine and I feel slightly tipsy. The evening carries on as our conversation flows. It's just about 11:30pm and I'm doing that half-drunk giggle thing when he just grabs me and kisses me so deliciously that I almost fall over. "Oh Anastasia, what I could do to you, umm"
"Uhh" I moan as his tongue teases mine delicately, he's just yummy.
"But you're a little too drunk and I wouldn't want to take advantage of you" he says warily and gives me a chaste kiss and grips my shoulders.
"That's Okay by me" I bravely whisper and he shakes his head no. Damn
He presses a button on his cell and within seconds Taylor is waiting by the door. "To Miss Steele's place Taylor" he says terse and I feel sad all of a sudden.
"Oh did I do something wrong?" I ask, Christ I sound desperate.
"No, of course not Anastasia, it's just late and we both have work tomorrow, and I can see you're a bit drunk. I really wouldn't want to take advantage of you, believe me I want you but another time baby" His eyes have a wicked gleam in them. He's right but I want him so badly he's a gentleman on top of everything else. I do hope he wants to see me again. In a desperate attempt to see him again I say
"Ok maybe another time" and he smiles, rolls his eyes and takes me by the hand. Taylor drives me home and 10 minutes later we are in front of Kate's Condo. He walks me to my door and gives me a slow teasing kiss on my lips.
"Are you free Thursday evening Anastasia?"
"Yes" I say too quickly. I have no work on Friday through Monday so I can catch up on housework, laundry, reading and perhaps a long evening with Christian Grey.
"I'm sorry I drank too much. I don't have work Friday but I won't drink if you prefer"
"You are very sweet Anastasia, you may need a drink for what I have in mind for you" he whispers as he kisses down my jawline making me quiver. I go upstairs and pass out from all the alcohol. When I wake up I finish some book edits, clean the house and do some laundry. I'll have to go get some groceries for dinner later and I have some library books to return.
I head into work at noon again and stay until 5pm. I'm finding it hard to concentrate. I keep wondering what he has in mind for me and my thoughts wander to a very naughty part of my brain filled with tainted desires that are unfulfilled in my actual reality. I head home and take a long hot bath and decide to cook a few things to get me through the week. I made a spinach and cheese quiche, cut it in slices and individually wrapped and froze them. Tomorrow I will make small lasagna so I won't have to cook the rest of the weekend. Tomorrow is Thursday and I'm anxious about seeing Christian. He is coming over here at 7pm and still hasn't said where we are going or what we are doing. The evening drags on and I finally fall asleep.
I wake up feeling a bit silly. Why am I so nervous over a man? I'm twenty two years old what's the big deal. Kate has sex all the time. I just waited too long maybe and my expectations are too high. I read too much romance books and always envisioned my first to be out of a British classic. Christian Grey is more out of a dark Thriller novel, unexpected, mysterious and so hot and I think I'd prefer that. He is a gentleman too, he rescued me at the party and he brought me home drunk before trying to get me in bed. Grr I wish he would have tried. So I guess he's just a little of both. I just hope he finds me as attractive as I do him. I doubt it but I can feel he likes me so we'll see.
I finish my lasagna and let it cool. I jump into a shower and put on a tight low cut black sweater showcasing the little cleavage I have and some dark skinny jeans with Kate's black high heeled boots. Christian shows up at my door looking sexy as hell again and hands me a small bouquet of flowers and a bottle of white wine. He places a small kiss on my cheek and comes inside.
"I made some lasagna, do you want some" I look hopeful
"You cook?" he asks surprised. Uh yes I'm not a Bazillionaire who has a staff so yes of course I cook.
"Yes, it relaxes me, although I don't eat very much" I shrug
"I can see that, you're quite thin but it looks delicious, I'd love some Miss Steele, I am very hungry" he eyes me impishly
And I gasp because I don't think he means for food. I serve him a small Caesar salad and a slice of lasagna. He asks for a corkscrew and some glasses for the wine, which is ironic because he didn't want me getting drunk. I'll be sure to only have about a half of a glass so he can cash in on his little promise. We sit quietly and eat and I slowly and cautiously sip my wine making sure not to pass my limit. He finishes his entire plate and smiles at me. Fuck that sexy smile has a searing hot effect between my legs.
"Umm, you're a good cook Anastasia" he says looking adorable, god his is breathtaking.
He confuses me, one minute I am Miss Steele, and next I'm Anastasia. Honestly he could call me by the wrong name and it would still sound sexy coming from his mouth, ok well he better not do that.