Me and Mr. Grey…...part 3
It's the next morning, and Brenda is awakened by the ringing, of her hotel phone. She reached over, and answered it.
"Hello."
"Grey here, I've been knocking for five minutes."
"What time is it?"
He looked at his watch. "Ten after nine."
"I am soo sorry, I overslept. Maybe you should, just go without me."
"No, I'll wait."
Brenda sat up. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, now are you going to open the door?"
"I don't know you. Wait in the lobby."
"I'm not a murderer."
"How do I know that?"
"Because I would have killed you last night."
She hung up the phone.
She opened the door, and he looked so freaking sexy. He had on some well worn jeans, and a white button down. (Why did he have to be so damn hot?)
He followed her in. He took a deep breath, as his eyes quickly look her over. Her hair was a little messed up, which he thought was so incredibly sexy. She had a tank on, and some extremely short shorts on. They showed off her amazing body.
"Have a seat."
He looked around, then sat down.
She went into the bedroom and closed the door. Her cell phone was on the coffee table. He picked it up, and dialed his number. He disconnected the call, and erased his number, placing it back down.
About forty five minutes later, she came out. She had on a pair of wide legged jeans, a white tank, and some platform sandals. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail. And she had a small cross body purse. His eyes followed her, as she walked over and grabbed her cell phone.
"Sorry, I'm ready."
He stood up, and walked over to the door opening it for her. She thanked him, and they head downstairs.
They walk through the lobby, and all eyes are on the beautiful pair, heading out of the automatic doors.
There was a nice Audi parked in front. He walked over and opened the passenger door. She got in. "No driver today?"
"Nope."
She put her aviators on. He looked over at her, reached over in the glove compartment, and grabbed his aviators, sliding them on his face.
Brenda grinned. "Copy cat." She pulled her seat belt on.
Christian smiled. "Good girl."
"Thanks daddy."
He chuckled, threw on his seat belt, crunk the car up, and drove out of the parking lot...
They went to a restaurant called Lola's. Christian swore they had the best breakfast in town. They pulled up in the parking lot. Brenda unfastened her seat belt, and reached for the door.
Christian reached over, and hit her hand. "I'll open it." He smiled. "An attempt at being polite."
She giggled.
He got out of the car, and she watched as he walked around and opened the door. She exited. "Thanks..."
They walk into the restaurant, and eyes dart up at them. They are escorted to a table. After taking their seats, Christian ordered a coffee, Brenda ordered a water. They are handed menus. Brenda realizes it is a Mediterranean restaurant.
"Different. I'm excited."
He looked up at her. "Good."
They ordered, and their food was quickly brought out.
Christian took a bite of his omelet. "Where did you grow up?"
"All over, but I guess I consider Port Charles, New York my home. It's a small town."
"Your parents still live there?"
"Nope, they never did."
"Where are they?"
"Dead."
Christian sipped on his coffee. "Were you close?"
"No. My mother was crazy, and my father...he didn't want me. I don't mean to just put it all out there, but I'm not going to lie about it. I'm not ashamed, or embarrassed. I'm stronger because of their poor parenting skills."
"As beautiful as you are, no one would ever think, you had any problems in your life."
"People are so wrapped up in the outer, it means nothing at the end of the day. Just a shell."
He nodded.
"But you seem to have nice parents?"
"Yeah, I owe a lot to them."
"Do you have any siblings?"
"Yes, a brother and a sister. We were all adopted."
Brenda stopped eating. "Really?"
He nodded. "I was adopted at the age of four?"
"Did you ever know your biological parents?"
"Yep…my mother, and I wish I could forget it."
"That bad?"
"Worse."
"I'm sorry."
"Me too." She stared at him for a moment. He smiled. "Eat."
She smiled back. "Still barking out orders." She picked up her fork. "I'm not eating because you told me, I'm doing it because I want to."
He laughed. "Do you have any siblings?"
"A half sister. We aren't very close, but I'm hoping that will change."
"Where does she live?"
"LA. I have a niece and a nephew, and I would love to see them." She ate a couple more bites of her food. "How did you get so successful, so fast?'
"Just hard work. I can't believe how nice you're being?"
"I'm always nice, I just don't like to be told what to do. And you like telling people what to do. Not a good combo."
He flashed a gorgeous smile. "But you still like me."
Brenda shrugged. "I don't know, I hardly know you."
"I like you."
"I don't know why, I haven't been that nice remember?"
"No, but that shell of yours, is really making up for that."
She grinned. "Grey, why don't you have a girlfriend?"
"I don't need one."
"You don't yearn for companionship, outside your bedroom."
"No one sleeps in my bed, but me."
Brenda laughed. "I was referring to sex, but no one sleeps in your bed?"
"No."
"How do you manage that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your lady friends are ok with that?"
"Yes."
"I am about to ask the oddest question, but have you ever had a girlfriend? Because I don't know how anyone would be ok with that."
"No, I have never had a girlfriend."
"No one you ever cared about?"
"No."
"So you just date?"
"I don't date."
Brenda started laughing. But he didn't laugh. She stopped. "How do you meet women?"
"It's complicated."
"I bet. So, Grey, if you don't date, then what are we doing?"
"Eating."
She laughed. "I would never date you anyway."
"Why?"
"Because you are bossy."
He laughed, and looked down at her plate. She had eaten her whole omelet. "Good girl."
"Are you going to pull a treat out of your pocket, and pop it into my mouth too?"
He smiled. "Only if you want me too."
She laughed.
They talk some more, and finish eating.
After they finished, he signaled for the check, took care of it, and they leave...
They are in his car, headed back to the hotel. He pulled up in front, got out, and opened her door.
"Thanks. And I don't need you to walk me up, I'm fine. Diana's here, she sent me a message. She's in the lobby."
"Oh."
"Well, thanks for breakfast."
"No problem."
"Well...bye." She started walking, and managed to just make it, through the first set of sliding doors.
"Miss Barrett!"
She turned.
He motioned for her to comeback over. She walked back out.
"Let's do something tonight."
"Do what?"
He shrugged. "Whatever you want."
"A date?"
"Call it what you want, I just would love to see you again."
She looked up at him. "Why?"
"Because since I saw you in that salon yesterday, I haven't been able to forget that splendid face, nor fiery spirit."
Brenda looked away, then back up at him. "Did you change my table last night?"
"Yes."
"At least you aren't denying it."
"I always tell the truth, if asked directly."
His eyes are on her...waiting.
She stared into his lovely gray eyes, which were shielded by the longest lashes, she had ever seen on any man. "Ok."
He smiled. "Good girl."
She rolled her eyes, and smiled. "I am not a dog Grey, and I also refuse to let you pet me too."
He walked around to the driver side of his car. "Don't refuse, because you might like it."
She looked over at him, and grinned. "Bye." And started walking towards the hotel.
He laughed, jumped in his car, and pulled off...
Diana met her at the door. "What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Like hell. What is going on between you and Mr. Grey?"
"Nothing, I barely know him. He was just nice enough to take me to breakfast, since my friend, took off with her new boy toy, and left me last night!"
Diana's eyes got big, and she had a worried look on her face. "Brenda, are you mad at me?"
Brenda started laughing. "Of course not."
"Let's do something tonight."
"I'm busy."
"Brenda, I thought you were not mad."
"I'm not, but I've made plans, what exactly they are, I'm not sure."
"With Mr. Grey."
She nodded.
"You like him."
"I don't know him, but I'm intrigued."
"I think he is too. I saw you two dancing last night."
"It was just a dance."
"Yes, but there was something there."
Brenda looked out of the doors. "I don't know about that. And we don't really know each other.."
"So, I am a hopeless romantic. I think when it's real, most of the time it's instant. And I hope you two fall in love, and have the most beautiful babies on the planet."
Brenda laughed. "Diana, we met yesterday, slow down. We aren't even on a first name basis."
"I don't think he's on that with anyone."
"His parents...they call him by his name."
"They don't count."
"Enough about Mr. Grey, let's go shopping..."
Brenda and Diana are in a boutique trying on clothes, when Brenda's cell phone rings. She zipped up the dress, she was trying on, and looked down at her phone. She didn't know the number, so she ignored it. After the phone stopped ringing, her message alert went off. She picked it up, and opened up the text message. Answer your phone. Grey.
"How in the hell did he get my number?" Her phone rung again, she answered. "How did you get my number? I don't recall giving it to you."
"You left it on the coffee table, while you were getting dressed, so I called myself."
Brenda turned and look over her shoulder, to see the back of the dress she was trying on. "How did you know I wanted you to have it?"
"You did."
She laughed. "You are so damn cocky."
"And you like it."
She smiled at herself in the mirror. "What do you want Grey?"
"I like it when you call me Grey."
"Stop it, what do you want?"
"Wear something nice tonight."
"Nice meaning, nice dinner, or prom?"
He laughed. "Nice dinner."
"What time should I be ready?"
"Seven."
"Ok, bye."
"I didn't say bye. You can only hang up, when I give you permission."
Brenda rolled her eyes. "Whatever." And disconnected the call.
He laughed, and leaned back in his office chair. He turned, and looked out the window. He had no idea what he was doing. She would never agree to anything, so why was even bothering. He turned back around, and stared at his computer screen. Her face looking back at him. He knew why, because...he simply couldn't help himself...
*Date*
Brenda showered, and got dressed. She decided to wear one of the dresses she bought earlier. It was a simple black dress. Well, not too simple. It stopped mid thigh, and if fit like a glove. It had a cowlick halter style neck, which gave it that added sexy. She wore a skinny diamond necklace, with a charm, that hung between the hollows of her chest. She wore black pumps, and diamond studded earrings. She pulled her hair up, into a classic Aubrey Hepburn do. It was a little tricky, especially with her hair being as long as it was. But one of hairstylist friends, taught her how to do it years ago. She topped it all off with a strong red lip. Brenda applied some perfume behind her ear, and on her wrists. She grabbed her clutch, and headed into the living room, and then she heard a knock at her door.
She walked over and answered it. "Hello."
His eyes quickly look her over. "You look really nice, Miss Barrett."
"So do you Mr. Grey." He wore a very nicely tailored black suit, with a gray tie, with a black pattern on it. She reached up, and touched it. "I love your tie."
"I'll wear it everyday."
She grinned. "Are you ready?"
He nodded never taking his eyes off her.
She closed the door, and they head towards the elevator. He pressed the button, and his eyes are still on her. "Simply beautiful."
She blushed, which she rarely ever did. "Your attempt at being polite?"
"Not being polite, an attempt at being honest."
The door opened, they board, and head down to the lobby, where the black SUV is waiting. He opened her door, and she got in, he followed. She saw the same guy she saw the night before.
"Hello."
Taylor nodded.
Brenda turned to Christian. "So where are we going?"
"To dinner."
She rolled her eyes. " I figure that much. So, what do we call this little outing?"
"I told you, whatever you want?"
"What do you normally call them?"
"Business meetings."
Brenda laughed. "So, this is one of those 'business meetings' too?"
He shook his head. "No. This is for pleasure, yours and mine."
She grinned.
They eventually make it the restaurant, and it was really nice.
They were immediately taken to their table, which was secluded from the rest. A wine menu was brought out.
"So what are we drinking Miss Barrett?"
"I don't know Grey, you choose."
He nodded at their waiter, and then he came back over. "Dom Perignon Rose 2000."
"Yes, Mr. Grey." And off he went….
Brenda ate some of her food, and looked over at Christian. "Were you a nerd in high school?"
"I got good grades, good enough to get into Harvard. But it wasn't always like that, I was terror, when I was in my early teens."
"What turned you around?"
"A friend of the family." He sipped some wine. "So what were you like?"
Brenda grinned. "I was a hell raiser. I actually went to boarding school for awhile, but I ended up leaving. Just got tired of it. I really couldn't depend on my family, so another family took me in. I'm still very close to them. They are like my surrogate family. They loved me more than my own parents."
"I guess we have something in common."
'Yeah, I guess so. But enough about that, I'm curious about something else."
"What?"
If you don't date, then what do you do? Have a bunch of one night stands?"
He grinned. "No."
"So, you have friends with benefits?"
"I guess."
"But you don't sleep with them?"
"No."
"And they are ok with it?"
"Of course."
She ate some more food. "They must really like you."
"I guess."
"So after you finish making love, you just kick them out?"
"No, and I don't make love."
Brenda laughed and shook her head. "So you just bang like a porn star?"
He poured her another glass of wine, and did the same for himself. "Pretty much."
She laughed. "And for some strange reason, I actually believe you are telling the truth, which is crazy, but hey…..if it works for you."
"It doesn't work for you?"
She shook her head. "No. There has to be some type of emotional connection, or it would suck for me."
"It depends on the partner."
Brenda laughed, and drunk the rest of her wine. "No, I'm old enough to know better. For me, sex is only good if I care about the other person. It doesn't matter how good the kinky is."
He nodded. "So you like kinky?"
"Doesn't everybody?"
He didn't respond, he just stared at her.
"I'm not saying I have to be in love, I'm not that naïve'."
He just nodded again, and looked at her, as if he was trying to figure her out. They continue making small talk, until they finished eating, and head to his awaiting vehicle.
"I would love to invite you back to my place. For a nightcap."
She smiled, looked up at Taylor, and then at him. "Are you going to kill me, and have him bury me?"
"If I was going to kill you, I would have killed you before dinner, it would have been cheaper."
She giggled. She was a little lightheaded from the wine, so thinking rationally was out. "Ok, but don't try and take advantage of me."
"I wouldn't dare."
They make the drive to his place. They pull into a parking garage, and they were let out at the elevator. An elevator that required a code, He entered it. They made their way up to his place, and it was huge. Brenda looked around. He sat down, and watched her move around the room.
"You have really great taste."
"Thanks. Would you like a tour?"
"Sure, why not."
He showed her all of downstairs, and most of upstairs. They finally made it up to his room. She didn't think, he was going to show her that, but he did. He sat down on the bed, and he watched her walk around. She was about to open his closet door, but she stopped and looked at him. "You don't have any rope or duct tape in here do you?"
He chuckled. "You are convinced I'm a murderer."
"I'm not totally convinced, because if I was, I wouldn't be here." She opened the closet door, and of course it was huge. She looked at his clothes. "You have amazing taste in clothes too."
"Thanks. I owe that to my personal shopper."
She walked out, and shut the closet door. Then sat next to him. "You have a beautiful home."
"Thanks. How much do you like it?"
"What are you going to give it to me?"
"Why don't you leave the hotel, and come stay here?"
Brenda giggled, still a little tipsy from the alcohol. "No. I hardly know you."
"You know me well enough."
"No, I don't. And where would I sleep?"
"This place is huge, sleep where you want."
"Even with you?" She burst into laughter. "I'm just kidding. I wouldn't want you to lose your player's card. But thanks for the invitation, I'm fine where I am."
"Ok." Christian decided to work on that later. "What do you have planned for tomorrow?"
"Nothing really, I plan on meeting Diana in the morning. And then I plan on seeing more of Seattle."
"I thought I heard you mention, that you did not have a vehicle."
"No, I'm going to rent one."
"I could get you a one."
"Thanks, but I'm fine with renting."
He took off his jacket, and tossed it on a chair. Then loosened his tie.
Brenda watched him closely. "Are you working tomorrow?"
"I work everyday. But yes I have to work. I still want to see you again."
"Why?"
"Because I like you Miss Barrett. Is that ok?"
She nodded.
"Good. Now let's get you back to your hotel."
"You don't have to take me back, just call me a cab."
"No, I picked you up, and I am taking you back."
"Yes, Sir."
He grinned. "Good girl."
"I am not a dog."
"I can see that." They head out of his room...
They pulled up to Brenda's hotel. Brenda said goodbye to Taylor, and he nodded.
They made their way upstairs to her room. They exit the elevator, and walk down the hall. She unlocked the door.
She turned to him. "Thanks for a very lovely evening."
"No….thank you."
"Well, I guess this is good night."
His eyes are burning a hole into hers. "Good night Miss Barrett." And he started down the hall.
Brenda stood there for a moment, then turned and went in, locking the door behind her. She sighed. She was a little disappointed, because she thought he was going to kiss her, but nothing…...
About an hour later…..Her room phone rung. She reached over an answered it. She heard his voice. "Why aren't you asleep?"
"How do you know I wasn't?"
"Just a hunch."
"Why didn't you kiss me goodnight?"
"Did you want me to?"
"No, not if you didn't want to."
"I want to kiss you, I have since I first saw you. But I want to do more than kiss you. I want to hear you scream my name."
Brenda was caught off guard by that last statement. "O...k. You are blunt, but so am I. I'm not ready to have sex with you, I just met you, yesterday. And I don't know if I ever will."
"If that's how you feel."
"It is. Good night." She disconnected the call. "Is he for real? I can't believe he just said that."
Her phone started ringing again, she picked it up, and hung it back up. Then took if off the hook. "Creep."
She rolled over, and tried to go to sleep….
About forty five minutes later, she heard someone knocking at her door. She got out of bed, and pulled on a robe, because she didn't have on anything besides her underwear. She looked out the peephole, she saw Christian standing there. She opened the door.
"What are you doing here?"
"You wouldn't answer your phone, so here I am. Let me in Brenda."
She had not heard him say her name, since that time in the coffee shop. But she didn't care about that, he was giving her commands, and she didn't like that at all. "No, I'm not letting you in. And just so we are clear, I am not your child."
"I didn't say you were. I just want to talk to you."
"No."
"Brenda, stop acting like a damn brat, let me in."
"Don't talk to me like that."
"Will you let me in?"
"No."
"Please."
She glared at him. "That must have hurt." She smiled. Damn he's sexy. "Five minutes."
She turned and went back in, with him following. He closed the door.
"Why did you hang up on me?"
"Because, I felt disrespected."
"I didn't disrespect you. I just told you how I felt. Brenda, I don't bite my tongue, I never have and I never will. I want you, I'm sorry if that makes you feel disrespected, but it's the truth."
"And you don't think there is something wrong with that?"
"No."
Brenda shook her head. "I just met you yesterday. You shouldn't just come out and say things like that."
"Why? It's the truth."
"We hardly know each other."
"So. That doesn't stop me from wanting you. I don't understand the big deal. I'd never touch you unless you wanted me to. Have I tried anything?"
"No."
He looked into her eyes. "I like you."
Brenda didn't say a word. She just looked at him. It was kind of hard concentrating, when he was looking as sexy as he was. He had jeans on, a t shirt, and his hair was a sexy mess.
His eyes are still on her. "No response. You don't like me?"
"I don't know you."
"We can work on that. Are you attracted to me?"
Her eyes look him over. She smiled then shook her head. "No."
"Liar. You feel it just like I feel it. That's why you accepted both my invitations. Brenda, I realize I have shortcomings, I can admit it. But I'm interested in being around you, knowing you, and one day, I hope to have you."
"Shouldn't you be in bed, don't you have to work tomorrow?"
"I plan on sleeping here."
Her eyes widen. "What?"
"I sent Taylor home, so I'm stuck here till morning."
"What if I don't let you stay?"
"I'll have to get a room."
She knew he would, if he had to. "If I let you stay, where are you going to sleep?"
"What side of the bed do you sleep on?"
"The right."
"I'll sleep on the left."
"I thought you said you don't sleep with anyone."
"Normally I don't."
"Why now?"
"Why not now?"
"You hardly know me, and I hardly know you."
"Excuses. Just let whatever happen, happen. I told you, I like you. And I'm not worried about, what I've done, or haven't done. So….can I stay?"
Brenda took a deep breath. She had no idea what she was doing. She had an angel on her left and a devil on her right. And the devil was winning. "Ok. But don't touch me."
He smiled. "Only if you want me to." He held up a couple of fingers. "Scouts honor."
Brenda laughed. "That's wrong."
"I know." He looked her over. She was wearing this short silk robe, and apparently nothing else, because he could see her breasts, which started to make things really uncomfortable down below. "Are you changing?"
She looked down. "Yes."
"Good, because if you keep that on, I might have to reach out and touch a couple of things."
(I might not even mind if you did.) "Would you like something to drink?"
"What do you have?"
"Juice, wine…..soda."
"Wine."
She headed towards the kitchen, grabbed two glasses, open the fridge, and pulled out the bottle of wine. She filled both glasses.
She walked out, and handed him one. He drunk his in one gulp. "Nice."
"I bought it earlier." She sipped on hers, and headed into the bedroom, with him following.
She walked to the right side of the bed, and he went to the left. She drunk the rest of her wine, as he looked on.
"Brenda, I'm going to take these pants off."
She nodded, and swallowed hard. "I figured you'd have to."
He unzipped his pants, and stepped out of them. To her dismay he kept his shirt on. He got in the bed.
"You sleep with your shirt on?"
He sat up and took it off.
Brenda took a deep breath and slowly let it out. His body was amazing, and he definitely took care of it. She couldn't believe this man, who she met just yesterday, was lying in her bed. (Damn that emotional connection, he is hot. And I'm a slut).
Christian looked over at her. "Brenda?"
"Hmmm?"
"Are you going to stand there all night?"
She shook her head. "No." She pulled the covers back, and got in.
"I thought you were changing."
"I changed my….mind."
"So are you sleeping in that?"
She reached up under the covers, and removed it, throwing it on the floor.
"Brenda, is this some sort of test? Because I will fail."
She shook her head. "No." She then reached over, and grabbed his hand. She placed it on her torso.
He felt her soft skin, beneath his hand. He looked into her eyes. "Are you sure?"
She moved his hand up to one of her breasts. His eyes darken. She felt so good. His hand started massaging it, she closed her eyes. He touched and teased both, until they had stiffened. He pulled the covers back, and leaned down, taking them into his mouth. He expertly kissed and sucked on each one, until she was squirming, and running her fingers through his hair. He had one in each hand, teasing one with his fingers, and flicking his tongue across the other. Brenda threw her head back, and felt her body responding to his kisses and his touch. His lips began to make their way down her torso. His fingers left her breasts, as he found the very heart of her. He kissed her inner thighs.
Her panties were black and made of lace, so he could see the outline of her. He flicked his tongue across them, and she moaned. He didn't stop until they were well saturated. He grabbed and pulled them down her legs. He pushed her legs back. "Ooooh, Brenda. You are beautiful." His lips find her. He slowly kissed and licked every part of her. He entered her warmth with his tongue.
She moaned his name. "Christian."
He stiffened his tongue, and she grabbed his hair, as he felt her whole body tense, then shake. He kissed her inner thighs again, and then his fingers find her. He pushed them deep within her love, she cried out, as he brought her to the heights again. He moved up her body. She reached down, and started caressing his back. He stiffened, and quickly removed her hands, which didn't go unnoticed by her. She looked into his eyes.
She was still out of breath. "Is…something…wrong?"
He shook his head. "Shhh." He pinned both arms to her side. And moved his lips across her neck, in an attempt at making her forget what just happened. She tried to wiggle free. She wanted to touch him. She was not the type, to just lay back and take, she wanted to give too. She eventually broke free, and touched his chest. He removed her hands, and moved away from her.
She knew something was wrong. "What? Why won't you let me touch you?"
Christian sighed. "I don't want you to."
She sat up, her hair falling down her shoulders. "You don't want me to touch you?"
He shook his head.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. Not on my chest or back, everything else is fine."
She reached down, and pulled the covers over her naked body. "I wish you would have told me before, because I would have never let you touch me."
"Brenda, it's not you. No one touches me."
She just looked at him. "You don't sleep with anyone, nor do you date, you've never had a girlfriend, and you don't like people to touch you?"
"F*cked up isn't it?"
He watched her closely. Brenda ran her fingers, through her hair. "I should have listened to the angel."
"What?"
She shook her head. "Nothing." She looked briefly at him. "If you don't want me touching it, at least put a shirt on, it's distracting."
He reached down, and grabbed his shirt, sliding it back on.
"Why don't you like to be touched?"
"A lot of sh*t happened to me, when I was living with my biological mother. She was a drug addict."
Brenda didn't expect that. "I'm….sorry."
"Like I told you, it has nothing to do with you, or anybody else."
"You shouldn't be telling me all of this, you just met me."
"I told you, I like you. I have spent enough time with you to know, I want to spend more. I want to know everything about you. And I don't mind you knowing all there is to know about me, even the f*cked up sh*t." He was prepared to leave, if she wanted him to. Christian knew he was different, and complicated. And she hardly knew him, why would she want to get mixed up in his sh*t?
She leaned back, and looked over at him. "Just don't kill me in my sleep."
He smiled. "Deal." *silence* He faced her. "You sure you don't want me to leave? I will if you want me to."
She turned towards him, and shook her head. "No." The devil won again.
She was really tired, from all the day's activities, and the tongue lashing he just put on her. Her eyes slowly closed, and she drifted off into a deep sleep.
Christian couldn't believe he was about to just sleep with her, this was an absolute first. He wanted her, but he'd let her sleep tonight, tomorrow would be different.….