fifty-shades-of-grey

He is so bossy. I stare at him blankly. He sits back on the bed as he puts on his shoesand socks.“Do you have a doctor?”I shake my head. We are back to mergers and acquisitions – another 180-degree moodswing.He frowns.“I can have mine come and see you at your apartment – Sunday morning before youcome and see me. Or he can see you at my place. Which would you prefer?”No pressure then. Something else that he’s paying for… but actually this is for hisbenefit.“Your place.” That means I am guaranteed to see him Sunday.“Okay. I’ll let you know the time.”“Are you leaving?”Don’t go… stay with me please.“Yes.”Why?“How are you getting back?” I whisper.“Taylor will pick me up.”“I can drive you. I have a lovely new car.”He gazes at me, his expression warm.“That’s more like it. But I think you’ve had too much to drink.”“Did you get me tipsy on purpose?”“Yes.”“Why?”“Because you over-think everything, and you’re reticent like your stepdad. A drop ofwine in you and you start talking, and I need you to communicate honestly with me. Otherwiseyou clam up, and I have no idea what you’re thinking. In vino veritas, Anastasia.”“And you think you’re always honest with me?”“I endeavor to be.” He looks down at me warily. “This will only work if we’re honestwith each other.”“I’d like you to stay and use this.” I hold up the second condom.He smiles and his eyes glow with humor.“Anastasia, I have crossed so many lines here tonight. I have to go. I’ll see you onSunday. I’ll have the revised contract ready for you, and then we can really start to play.”“Play?” Holy shit. My heart leaps into my mouth.“I’d like to do a scene with you. But I won’t until you’ve signed, so I know you’reready.”“Oh. So I could stretch this out, if I don’t sign?”He gazes at me assessing, and then his lips twitch into a smile.“Well, I suppose you could, but I may crack under the strain.”“Crack? How?” My inner goddess has woken and is paying attention.He nods slowly, and then he grins, teasing.“Could get really ugly.”His grin is infectious.