fifty-shades-of-grey

“Well, I was going to pay you a visit tomorrow. But here you are.”He reaches over, takes my hand, and squeezes it gently, running his thumb across myknuckles to and fro… and I feel the familiar pull. The electric charge zapping beneath myskin under the gentle pressure from his thumb, firing into my blood stream and pulsingaround my body, heating everything in its path. It’s been over two days since I saw him.Oh my... I want him. My breath hitches. I blink at him, smiling shyly, and see a smile playon his beautiful, sculptured lips.“I thought I’d surprise you. But as ever, Anastasia, you surprise me by being here.”I glance quickly at Mom who is staring at Christian… yes staring! Stop it Mom. As ifhe’s some exotic creature, never seen before. I mean, I know I’ve never had a boyfriend,and Christian only qualifies as such for ease of reference – but is it so unbelievable that Icould attract a man? This man? Yes, frankly – look at him – my subconscious snaps. Oh,shut up! Who invited you to the party? I scowl at my mom – but she doesn’t seem to notice.“I don’t want to interrupt the time you have with your mother. I’ll have a quick drinkand then retire. I have work to do,” he states earnestly.“Christian, it’s lovely to meet you finally,” Mom interjects, finally finding her voice.“Ana has spoken very fondly of you.”He smiles at her.“Really?” He raises an eyebrow at me, an amused expression on his face, and I flushagain.The waiter arrives with our drinks.“Hendricks, sir,” he says with a triumphant flourish.“Thank you,” Christian murmurs in acknowledgement.I sip my latest Cosmo nervously.“How long are you in Georgia, Christian?” Mom asks.“Until Friday, Mrs. Adams.”“Will you have dinner with us tomorrow evening? And please, call me Carla.”“I’d be delighted to, Carla.”“Excellent. If you two will excuse me, I need to visit the powder room.”Mom… you’ve just been. I look at her desperately as she stands and walks off, leavingus alone together.“So, you’re mad at me for having dinner with an old friend.” Christian turns his burning,wary gaze to me, lifting my hand to his lips and kissing each knuckle gently.Jeez, he wants to do this now?“Yes,” I murmur as my heated blood courses through me.“Our sexual relationship was over long ago, Anastasia,” he whispers. “I don’t wantanyone but you. Haven’t you worked that out yet?”I blink at him.“I think of her as a child molester, Christian.” I hold my breath waiting for his reaction.Christian blanches.“That’s very judgmental. It wasn’t like that,” he whispers, shocked. He releases myhand.Judgmental?“Oh, how was it then?” I ask. The Cosmos are making me brave.