fifty-shades-of-grey

thought. I have no comparison, and I can’t ask Kate. That’s something I am going to haveto address with Christian. It’s perfectly natural that I should talk to someone – and I can’ttalk to him if he is so open one minute and so standoffish the next.Taylor holds the door open for us and ushers us through. Christian summons the elevator.“What is it, Anastasia?” he asks. How does he know I’m chewing something over inmy mind? He reaches up and pulls my chin.“Stop biting your lip, or I will fuck you in the elevator, and I don’t care who gets inwith us.”I blush, but there’s a hint of a smile around his lips, finally his mood seems to be shifting.“Christian, I have a problem.”“Oh?” I have his full attention.The elevator arrives. We walk in, and Christian presses the button marked G.“Well,” I flush. How to say this? “I need to talk to Kate. I’ve so many questions aboutsex, and you’re too involved. If you want me to do all these things, how do I know–?” Ipause, struggling to find the right words. “I just don’t have any terms of reference.”He rolls his eyes at me.“Talk to her if you must.” He sounds exasperated. “Make sure she doesn’t mentionanything to Elliot.”I bristle at his insinuation. Kate isn’t like that.“She wouldn’t do that, and I wouldn’t tell you anything she tells me about Elliot – ifshe were to tell me anything,” I add quickly.“Well, the difference is that I don’t want to know about his sex life,” Christian murmursdryly. “Elliot’s a nosy bastard. But only about what we’ve done so far,” he warns.“She’d probably have my balls if she knew what I wanted to do to you,” he adds so softlyI’m not sure I’m supposed to hear it.“Okay,” I agree readily, smiling up at him, relieved. The thought of Kate with Christian’sballs is not something I want to dwell on.His lip quirks up at me, and he shakes his head.“The sooner I have your submission the better, and we can stop all this,” he murmurs.“Stop all what?”“You, defying me.” He reaches down and cups my chin and plants a swift, sweet kisson my lips as the doors to the elevator open. He grabs my hand and leads me into the undergroundgarage.Me, defying him… how?Beside the elevator, I can see the black 4x4 Audi, but it’s the sleek, black sporty numberthat blips open and lights up when he points the key fob at it. It’s one of those cars thatshould have a very leggy blonde, wearing nothing but a sash, sprawled across the hood.“Nice car,” I murmur dryly.He glances up and grins.“I know,” he says, and for a split second, sweet, young, carefree Christian is back. Itwarms my heart. He’s so excited. Boys and their toys. I roll my eyes at him but can’t stifle