Me and Mr. Grey…...Part 2
Brenda closed her eyes, in an attempt at gathering herself. He was the reason she was sitting at another table. She was not going to let him get to her. She was going to put a smile on her face, and ride this out.
She looked at him and smiled. "Yes, I honestly didn't think I would see you again."
"I don't know why not, we are at the same party."
"Yes, but it is a rather large party, I was banking on that."
He chuckled. "Why don't you like me?"
"I don't know you."
"I agree, but there is a reason you dislike me already."
"I just find that it is in poor taste, to try to woo another woman, when you have one, waiting next door."
"I wasn't trying to woo you."
She turned and looked at him, and for a minute her heart skipped a beat. He was more than gorgeous, he was breathtaking. Dark hair, beautiful gray eyes, and a gorgeous smile to match. She continued. "What were you trying to do?"
"I told you, I was making small talk." A knot formed in his stomach, very unfamiliar.
She grabbed her glass and took a sip of champagne. "Ok, small talk, if that's what you would like to call it."
"Would you like me to woo you?"
She laughed and rolled her eyes. "No."
"You roll your eyes a lot."
"Is there a law against it?"
He stared at her. "It should be. But why wouldn't you like it?"
"Like what?"
"Me to woo you."
"You sound disappointed, and I was under the impression, that was not your intention. Right?"
He shrugged. "Just curious."
"Christian, introduce us to your beautiful friend."
Brenda looked up and saw a middle aged woman, sitting across from them. It was odd hearing someone call him by his first name. Diana was older than he was, and she called him Mr. Grey.
Brenda spoke up, before he could. "I'm sorry, but we aren't friends. I don't even know him really. But I'm Brenda Barrett. Hello, everyone."
The lady smiled. "I'm Grace, Christian's mother." She wrapped her arm around the man, who was sitting next to her. "And this is his father."
Brenda smiled. "Nice meeting you."
At that moment the waiters walked up, and handed each one a menu. They had several selections to choose from. Everyone chose rather quickly, and the food was brought out minutes later. The table seated about fifteen people. For a minute, Brenda thought they were all strangers, besides Mr. Grey's parents, but to her surprise they were not. They all knew each other, and pretty well.
Everyone was busy having their own separate conversations, and eating their meals. There was an awkward silence between her and Mr. Grey.
He spoke first. "Are you enjoying your meal?"
She nodded. And she continued to eat her salmon.
He looked over at her, as she stared into her plate. She was so beautiful. Her hair was really long, almost waist level. She wore a color, that he simply could not place, but it matched her skin perfectly. She had two moles on her face, one on the left side, and the other on the right. He had seen beautiful women before, but not quite as exquisite as her.
"You are allowed to talk."
Brenda looked at him briefly. "Thank you master."
He chuckled. "Why are you being so difficult?"
"I didn't realize I was."
He nodded. "You are."
She looked directly at him. "I apologize."
"I accept. How long have you been modeling?"
Brenda decided that it was a lot easier, if she was somewhat nice to him. "For awhile now. I don't really model that much anymore, I'm semi retired. What do you do?"
"I own a lot of different companies."
"With your parents?"
He shook his head. "With myself."
"No partners?"
"Only the salon business, but that's it."
Brenda took a bite of her salmon. "How old are you?"
"Old enough. How old are you?"
She grinned. "Old enough."
"You have a beautiful smile."
"Thanks, I think."
"Don't think, just accept it. It's just a compliment."
Brenda sighed. "Thanks."
He lifted his glass. She just stared at him. "Your glass?"
"Oh." She picked it up.
Their glasses touch. "To progress."
She smiled. "To progress."
"How long are you going to be in Seattle?"
"A week maybe. I want to spend some more time with Diana, it's been awhile since I've lived in the states, and been able to do that."
"How do you two know each other?"
"She was a makeup artist in New York. She worked at a salon I use to go to, whenever I was in town."
"Why would she leave New York for Seattle?"
"There are some shady people in that city, sometimes money just isn't everything."
"Maybe not, but it makes things a heck of a lot easier."
"True. But I also think, she missed her family."
He looked down at her plate. "You really should finish your food."
"I don't want anymore, I fine."
"Don't waste it, eat your food."
"No, I'm fine."
"Do you have any idea, how many people who would kill to have that plate of food?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. Eat your food."
"No, and even if I wanted to, I wouldn't now. And If it bothers you that much, you eat it. Mr. Grey, just so we are clear, I am not one of your employees."
"I didn't say you were."
"Well, stop treating me like one."
They were so busy arguing, they didn't notice that, half the table had cleared out. Brenda looked out onto the dance floor, it had practically filled. She even spotted Diana, dancing with some guy, and she was all into whatever it was he was saying. Her Pearlie whites were on full display.
Christian did something he had never done. "Would you like to dance?"
"No."
"For the sake of progress, LET'S DANCE."
She looked at him for a moment. "Don't do that."
"Do what? Ask you to dance?"
"Demand. I don't like that." And then against her better judgment, she agreed…..
She didn't know it, but he was a little nervous. He knew how to dance, he just never did.
They made their way over to the dance floor. Brenda felt a little uneasy, she didn't even like this man that much. Maybe she should just tell him to forget it, and turn around. But it was too late, they were already there. He took her hand, and she placed her other hand on his shoulder. The band was playing an old R&B song, I wanna get next to you, by Rolls Royce.
Sitting here, in this chair
Waiting on you, Ahhh baby
To see things my way
But not a word do you say
You don't even look my way, yeah
Girl, I'm spending my dimes
Wasting my time
Talking till I'm black and blue
Can't you see, I wanna get next to you
They swayed back and forth to the music. Brenda felt the electricity running through her body. Who was this stranger, who infuriated her so much? And he smelt so damn good. She was definitely attracted to him, there was no denying that. But he was so arrogant and cocky…..
Dreams of you go sailing by
Whenever your eyes meet mine
You're so fine
And girl you make me feel so insecure
You're so beautiful and pure
Why must you be unkind
And tell me I'm not your kind
Blowing my mind
Her hand felt so good in his. He breathed her in. He wanted and needed to know more about her. But she hated him, he would work on that…..
Girl you can bend me
Make me shake me
Whatever it takes to please you
I'm willing to do
Cause you're my dream come true
And I wanna get next to you
The song stopped, and she released his hand. She looked up at him. "Thanks, excuse me." She walked away, and headed to the bathroom. He walked back to the table.
After leaving the ladies room, Brenda looked around for Diana, and spotted her still on the dance floor, dancing with her mystery man. So she headed back over to the table. Mr. Grey was sitting there, watching her as she approached. She sat down.
"I want to see you again."
"Don't say it like that."
"How would you like to me say it?"
"Have you ever heard of being polite?"
She had no idea, how difficult it was for him, to even say that. "I don't know how you want me to say it."
"Never mind."
At that moment Diana walked up. She sat down in the empty seat next to Brenda. "Brenda! I ran into one of my high school boyfriends, Can you believe it!"
Brenda smiled. "Oh, that's who you were on the dance floor with."
"He isn't married either!"
Brenda grinned. "I hope not."
"I invited him back to my place, for a nightcap. So don't be alarmed, he's going to follow me back to your hotel."
Brenda nodded. "Ok."
Christian interrupted. "I'll take her back."
Brenda turned and looked at him, he just wouldn't stop.
Diana eyes lit up. "Would you Mr. Grey?"
"Of course, it's no problem."
She just sat there staring at him. He picked up his glass, and took a sip.
"Well, Brenda I'm going to leave now. I'll call you in the morning."
Brenda turned and looked at Diana, her eyes wide.
"Brenda, nothing is going to happen to you. It's Mr. Grey. Please, I'll make it up to you."
Brenda closed her eyes, and sighed. "Ok, but you owe me. And I'm getting a rent a car tomorrow."
Diana hugged her. "Thanks."
Brenda watched, as Diana ran back over to her awaiting date.
"What time would you like to leave?"
"I'm on your time."
"We can leave now."
She nodded.
They both stand, and head towards the exit. He took out his phone. "I'm on the way out."
An usher opened the door for them and they walked outside. A black SUV pulled up, the same one Brenda saw at the salon. He opened the door for her, and she climbed in. Some CIA looking guy is behind the wheel.
"Hello."
He nodded.
Christian looked over at Brenda. "That's Taylor. Which hotel?"
"Hotel 1000."
Taylor nodded, and they headed in that direction.
They ride in silence. Christian had no idea what he was doing. She wasn't his type. He always chose a specific girl, and she didn't fit that mold. There was no way she would agree to anything, he wasn't even stupid enough to bring it up. He only dealt with women, under the strictest of circumstances. What did he hope to gain from this? He would just drop her off, and let that be the end...
They pull up to the hotel. Christian got out. She thanked Taylor, he nodded again. She exited the vehicle.
"I'll walk you to your door."
"That isn't necessary."
He flashed a smile, that almost made her knees buckle. "I'm making an attempt at being polite."
"And I know just how difficult that is." She turned and started walking, he followed her inside of the hotel. The guy behind the desk eyes lit up, when Brenda walked through the doors, which didn't go unnoticed by Christian.
She waved.
They head over to the elevator, and Christian pressed the button. They wait in silence. The bell goes off. They board the elevator. Brenda pressed the number to her floor. They ride in silence. The bell goes off again, and they exit. He followed her down the hall, to her room door. She took out her card and unlocked the door. She didn't go in, she turned to face him.
"Thanks for bringing me back, and walking me to my door."
"Thanks for letting me." *silence*
Brenda looked down, and then back up at him. He was watching her closely. "Well, take care."
She was just about to go into her room. When she heard him speak. "How about breakfast?"
She turned. "Ok. What time?" (Damn it Brenda, why did you have to answer so quickly?)
"Nine."
She nodded.
"Phone number?"
"Just call the room, I'll be here."
"Good night Mr. Grey."
"Good night Miss Barrett."
She went into her room, and he headed down the hall...
Brenda kicked off her shoes, and unzipped her dress letting it fall to the floor. She went into the bathroom, and started washing her face. She had no idea, why she was seeing him again. Who was she kidding? Oh yes she did. She was attracted to him, there was no denying it. But apart of her couldn't stand him. He was so damn cocky...but so incredibly hot.
Christian made it home. He went into his room, and changed into his special jeans. He walked down the hall, and opened the door. She was waiting, she got up and followed him. He unlocked the door, and they went in. He braided her hair, and nodded. She walked over to her spot, and dropped to her knees...