fifty-shades-of-grey

clear. I have never taken drugs. In fact, I’m vehemently anti-drugs. I have a strict notolerancepolicy with regards to drugs for all my employees, and I insist on random drugtesting.”Wow… control freakery gone mad. I blink at him shocked.“I have never had any blood transfusions. Does that answer your question?”I nod, impassive.“Your next point I mentioned earlier. You can walk away any time, Anastasia. I won’tstop you. If you go, however – that’s it. Just so you know.”“Okay,” I answer softly. If I go, that’s it. The thought is surprisingly painful.The waiter arrives with our first course. How can I possibly eat? Holy Moses – he’sordered oysters on a bed of ice.“I hope you like oysters,” Christian’s voice is soft.“I’ve never had one.” Ever.“Really? Well.” He reaches for one. “All you do is tip and swallow. I think you canmanage that.” He gazes at me, and I know what he’s referring to. I blush scarlet. He grinsat me, squirts some lemon juice onto his oyster, and then tips it into his mouth.“Hmm, delicious. Tastes of the sea,” he grins at me. “Go on,” he encourages.“So, I don’t chew it?”“No, Anastasia, you don’t.” His eyes are alight with humor. He looks so young likethis.I bite my lip, and his expression changes instantly. He looks sternly at me. I reachacross and pick up my first ever oyster. Okay… here goes nothing. I squirt some lemonjuice on it and tip it up. It slips down my throat, all seawater, salt, the sharp tang of citrus,and fleshiness… ooh. I lick my lips, and he’s watching me intently, his eyes hooded.“Well?”“I’ll have another,” I say dryly.“Good girl,” he says proudly.“Did you choose these deliberately? Aren’t they known for their aphrodisiac qualities?”“No, they are the first item on the menu. I don’t need an aphrodisiac near you. I thinkyou know that, and I think you react the same way near me,” he says simply. “So wherewere we?” He glances at my email as I reach for another oyster.He reacts the same way. I affect him… wow.“Obey me in all things. Yes, I want you to do that. I need you to do that. Think of itas role-play Anastasia.”“But I’m worried you’ll hurt me.”“Hurt you how?”“Physically.” And emotionally.“Do you really think I would do that? Go beyond any limit you can’t take?”“You’ve said you’ve hurt someone before.”“Yes, I have. It was a long time ago.”“How did you hurt them?”