"Anything else, Mr. Grey?"
"Just these items," I mutter. Shit, I'm out of time, and I still don't know if I'm going to see her again. I have to know whether there's a hope in hell she might consider what I have in mind. How can I ask her? Am I ready to take on a new submissive, one who knows nothing? Shit. She's going to need substantial training. I groan inwardly at all the interesting possibilities this presents ... Fuck me, getting there is going to be half the fun. Will she even be interested? Or do I have this all wrong?
She heads back to the cashier's desk and rings up my purchases, all the while keeping her gaze cast down. Look at me, damn it! I want to see her beautiful blue eyes again and gauge what she's thinking.
Finally, she raises her head. "That will be forty-three dollars, please."
Is that all?
"Would you like a bag?" she asks, slipping into sales clerk mode as I pass her my Amex.
"Please, Anastasia." Her name - a beautiful name for a beautiful girl - rolls off my tongue. She packs the items briskly and efficiently into the carrier. This is it. I have to go. "You'll call me if you want me to do the shoot?"
She nods as she hands back my charge card.
"Good. Until tomorrow, perhaps." I can't just leave. I have to let her know I'm interested. "Oh, and Anastasia? I'm glad Miss Kavanagh couldn't do the interview." Delighting in her stunned expression, I sling the bag over my shoulder and saunter out the store. Yes, against my better judgement, I want her. Now I have to wait ... fucking wait ... again.