fifty-shades-of-grey

“The Pinot Grigio here’s a decent wine, it will go well with the meal, whatever we get.”He says patiently.“Whatever we get?”“Yes.” He smiles, his dazzling, head cocked to one side smile, and my stomach polevaults over my spleen. I can’t help but reflect his glorious smile back at him.“My mother liked you,” he says dryly.“Really?” His words make me flush with pleasure.“Oh yes. She’s always thought I was gay.”My mouth drops open, and I remember that question… from the interview. Oh no.“Why did she think you were gay?” I whisper.“Because she’s never seen me with a girl.”“Oh… not even one of the fifteen?”He smiles.“You remembered. No, none of the fifteen.”“Oh.”“You know, Anastasia, it’s been a weekend of firsts for me, too,” he says quietly.“It has?”“I’ve never slept with anyone, never had sex in my bed, never flown a girl in CharlieTango, never introduced a woman to my mother. What are you doing to me?” His eyesburn, their intensity takes my breath away.The waitress arrives with our glasses of wine, and I immediately take a quick sip. Ishe opening up or just making a casual observation?“I’ve really enjoyed this weekend,” I murmur. He narrows his eyes at me again.“Stop biting that lip,” he growls. “Me too,” he adds.“What’s vanilla sex?” I ask, if anything to distract myself from the intense, burning,sexy look he’s giving me. He laughs.“Just straightforward sex, Anastasia. No toys, no added extras.” He shrugs. “Youknow… well actually you don’t, but that’s what it means.”“Oh.” I thought it was chocolate fudge brownie sex that we had, with a cherry on thetop. But hey, what do I know?The waitress brings us soup. We both stare at it rather dubiously.“Nettle soup,” the waitress informs us before turning and flouncing back into the kitchen.I don’t think she likes to be ignored by Christian. I take a tentative taste. It’s delicious.Christian and I look up at each other at the same time with relief. I giggle, and he cockshis head to one side.“That’s a lovely sound,” he murmurs.“Why have you never had vanilla sex before? Have you always done… err, whatyou’ve done?” I ask, intrigued.He nods slowly.“Sort of.” His voice is wary. He frowns for a moment and seems to be engaged insome kind of internal struggle. Then he glances up, a decision made. “One of my mother’sfriends seduced me when I was fifteen.”“Oh.” Holy shit that’s young!“She had very particular tastes. I was her submissive for six years.” He shrugs.