fifty-shades-of-grey

“Chicken caesar salad okay with you?”Oh thank heavens, nothing too heavy.“Yes, fine, thank you.”I watch as he moves gracefully through his kitchen. He’s so at ease with his body onone level, but then he doesn’t like to be touched… so maybe deep down he isn’t. No manis an island, I muse – except perhaps Christian Grey.“What are you thinking?” he asks, pulling me from my reverie. I flush.“I was just watching the way you move.”He raises an eyebrow, amused.“And?” he says dryly.I flush some more.“You’re very graceful.”“Why thank you, Miss Steele,” he murmurs. He sits down beside me, holding a bottleof wine. “Chablis?”“Please.”“Help yourself to salad,” he says, his voice soft.“Tell me - what method did you opt for?”I am momentarily thrown by his question, when I realize he’s talking about Dr. Greene’svisit.“Mini pill.”He frowns.“And will you remember to take it regularly, at the right time, every day?”Jeez… of course I will. How does he know? I blush at the thought, probably from oneor more of the fifteen.“I’m sure you’ll remind me,” I murmur dryly.He glances at me with amused condescension.“I’ll put an alarm on my calendar.” He smirks. “Eat.”The chicken caesar is delicious. To my surprise, I’m famished, and for the first timesince I’ve been with him, I finish my meal before he does. The wine is crisp, clean, andfruity.“Eager as ever, Miss Steele?” he smiles down at my empty plate.I look at him from beneath my lashes.“Yes,” I whisper.His breath hitches. And as he stares down at me, I feel the atmosphere between usslowly shift, evolve… charge. His look goes from dark to smoldering, taking me with him.He stands, closing the distance between us, and tugs me off my bar stool into his arms.“Do you want to do this?” he breathes, looking down at me intently.“I haven’t signed anything.”“I know – but I’m breaking all the rules these days.”“Are you going to hit me?”“Yes, but it won’t be to hurt you. I don’t want to punish you right now. If you’d caughtme yesterday evening, well, that would have been a different story.”Holy cow. He wants to hurt me… how do I deal with this? I can’t hide the horror onmy face.