The girl smiles at me, and I feel an incredible uplift. It's funny, I will never accept ordinary relationships and stuff, but now I like to see this impudent girl happy.
- Do you believe me? - she asks and holds out her hand to me.
I take it and the two of us go to her house.
- Your maid won't be surprised that you're with a man? - I ask on the threshold of her house.
- Oh, she's not surprised by anything, - Ana chuckles, letting me into the house.
No one comes out to meet us and I understand that we are here alone. Still goes to the Christmas tree and lights it. This is a huge tree to the ceiling, hung with a huge number of balls, garlands and toys. She is amazing and I smile, looking at Anastasia's childish delight.
- Are you hungry? - the blonde asks and I grin. I doubt your fridge will satisfy my hunger, Miss Still.
- Hungry, - I answer and she leads me to the kitchen.
The kitchen is small, cozy with Egyptian wallpaper on the walls, a silver refrigerator up to the ceiling, lots of cabinets and drawers.
- What will you have? There is crab salad, pasta, fried chicken and wine. I can make sandwiches with caviar, - Ana opens the refrigerator and I stare at her delicious ass. Grey, control yourself. You will not pounce on her. At least not now.
- Let's do it all. And I will not refuse caviar, - I say and she laughs.
- Does anyone have a good appetite? Eh, Mr. Grey? But for caviar we will need to get our hands dirty, - Still laughs, - can you cook?
She laughs? My second passion after domination and black magic is cooking. I'm surprised that Ana also likes to cook. I nod to her and we start slicing the loaf.
"Do you like to cook?" I ask, spreading butter on the toast.
"Yeah. The Stills often go on business trips and I'm left alone. At first, I lived on fast food, but you know that it's a war in the stomach and a fucking disaster for the figure. I had to google the simplest recipes and cook myself. I learned this way: I opened YouTube, found the cooking channel of Glorious Friend and repeated everything shown in the video. At first it turned out terrible, but through trial and error I learned. Tomorrow I'll please you with pancakes with maple syrup," Ana quickly kisses me on the cheek.
"Tomorrow? Are you asking me to stay?" I was not ready for this.
The devil Miss Still provokes me. Don't say later that you didn't want this, girl.
God, and they call my generation spoiled. I hope you'll come and see me tomorrow. Leaving a grown, sexy man who looks like Robert De Niro at home overnight. I'm too young for this shit, Ana giggles.
Finally, the sandwiches are ready and we move to the living room, where a ginger kitten is sleeping on the couch.
Carrick, to the fireplace! Ana doesn't stand on ceremony with him and carries him to the cozy burning hearth.
We put plates with food and a bottle of wine on the glass coffee table. Then Ana goes somewhere and comes back with a corkscrew. She opens the bottle and pours the wine into glasses. We clink glasses and drink to Christmas. Her eyes are shining, and I'm sure mine are too.
Wait, after the first glass, Still goes somewhere and ten minutes later comes out to me in a white knee-length dress and with her hair down. My jaw hits the floor and I can't take my eyes off her. She's beautiful.
"I didn't want to spend our first date in jeans and a T-shirt," she sits down next to me.
We start eating and then I notice that Anastasia is putting a lot of food on her plate. What's wrong with her?
"Ana, I know it's none of my business, but... isn't that a bit much?" I smirk, taking a sip.
"Gray. Look at your plate," she enunciates each word. "I was starving when I was a kid, living with my biological mother and her fucking pimp. So now I eat everything on my plate, even the crumbs."
My eyes fill with tears. What kind of freak do you have to be to treat a 3-4 year old girl like that? I keep quiet and watch Ana eat carefully, and decide to find a good psychologist for her. Maybe he can help her deal with her demons?