fifty-shades-of-grey

I glance nervously around the bar but cannot see him.“Ana, what is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”“It’s Christian, he’s here.”“What? Really?” She glances around the bar too.I have neglected to mention Christian’s stalker tendencies to my mom.I see him. My heart leaps, beginning a juddering thumping beat as he makes his waytoward us. He’s really here – for me. My inner goddess leaps up cheering from her chaiselongue. Moving smoothly through the crowd, his hair glints burnished copper and red underthe recessed halogens. His bright gray eyes are shining with – anger? Tension? Hismouth is set in a grim line, jaw tense. Oh holy shit… no. I am so mad at him right now,and here he is. How can I be angry with him in front of my mother?He arrives at our table, gazing at me warily. He’s dressed in customary white linenshirt and jeans.“Hi,” I squeak, unable to hide my shock and awe at seeing him here in the flesh.“Hi,” he replies, and leaning down, he kisses my cheek, taking me by surprise.“Christian, this is my mother, Carla.” My ingrained manners take over.He turns to greet my mom.“Mrs. Adams, I am delighted to meet you.”