fifty-shades-of-grey

“Well… the door’s closed. Not sure how you’re going to avoid me,” he says sardonically.“I think it’s a done deal.”“But I’m a good negotiator.”“So am I.” He stares down at me, but as he does, his expression changes, confusionwashes over him, and the atmosphere in the room shifts abruptly, tensing. “Don’t you wantto fuck?” he asks.“No,” I breathe.“Oh.” He frowns.Okay, here goes… deep breath.“I want you to make love to me.”He stills and stares at me blankly. His expression darkens. Oh shit, this doesn’t lookgood. Give him a minute! My subconscious snaps.“Ana, I… ” He runs his hands through his hair. Two hands. Jeez, he’s really bewildered.“I thought we did?” he says eventually.“I want to touch you.”He takes an involuntary step back from me, his expression for a moment fearful, andthen he reins it in.“Please,” I whisper.He recovers himself.“Oh, no Miss Steele, you’ve had enough concessions from me this evening. And I’msaying no.”“No?”“No.”Oh… I can’t argue with that… can I?“Look, you’re tired, I’m tired. Let’s just go to bed,” he says, watching me carefully.“So touching is a hard limit for you?”“Yes. This is old news.”“Please tell me why.”“Oh, Anastasia, please. Just drop it for now,” he mutters exasperated.“It’s important to me.”Again he runs both hands through his hair, and he utters an oath beneath his breath.Turning on his heel, he heads for the chest of drawers, pulls out a t-shirt, and throws it atme. I catch it, bemused.“Put that on and get into bed,” he snaps, irritated.I frown but decide to humor him. Turning my back, I quickly remove my bra, pullingthe t-shirt on as hastily as I can to cover my nakedness. I leave my panties on, I haven’tworn them for most of the evening.“I need the bathroom.” My voice is a whisper.He frowns, bemused.“Now you’re asking permission?”“Err… no.”