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Soft lips brush across my temple, leaving sweet tender kisses in their wake, and part of mewants to turn and respond, but mostly I want to stay asleep. I moan and burrow into mypillow.“Anastasia, wake up.” Christian’s voice is soft, cajoling.“No,” I moan.“We have to leave in half an hour for dinner at my parents.” He’s amused.I open my eyes reluctantly. It’s dusk outside. Christian is leaning over, gazing at meintently.“Come on sleepy-head. Get up.” He stoops down and kisses me again.“I’ve bought you a drink. I’ll be downstairs. Don’t go back to sleep, or you’ll be introuble,” he threatens, but his tone is mild. He kisses me briefly and exits, leaving meblinking sleep from my eyes in the cool, stark room.I’m refreshed but suddenly nervous. Holy cow, I am meeting his folks! He’s justworked me over with a riding crop and tied me up using a cable tie which I sold him, forheaven’s sake – and I’m going to meet his parents. It will be Kate’s first time meeting themtoo – at least she’ll be there for support. I roll my shoulders. They’re stiff. His demandsfor a personal trainer don’t seem so outlandish now, in fact, they’re mandatory if I am tohave any hope of keeping up with him.