fifty-shades-of-grey

Back in the car, as we head back along I-95 towards Savannah, my phone alarm goesoff. Oh yes… my pill.“What’s that?” Christian asks, curious, glancing at me.I fumble in my purse for the packet.“Alarm for my pill,” I mutter as my cheeks flush.His lips quirk up.“Good, well done. I hate condoms.”I flush some more. He’s as patronizing as ever.“I like that you introduced me to Mark as your girlfriend,” I murmur.“Isn’t that what you are?” He raises an eyebrow.“Am I? I thought you wanted a submissive.”“So did I, Anastasia, and I do. But I’ve told you, I want more, too.”Oh my. He’s coming round, and hope surges through me, leaving me breathless.“I’m very happy that you want more,” I whisper.“We aim to please, Miss Steele.” He smirks as we pull into the International House ofPancakes.“IHOP.” I grin back at him. I don’t believe it. Who would have thought… ChristianGrey at IHOP.It’s 8:30 a.m. but quiet in the restaurant. It smells of sweet batter, fried food, and disinfectant.Hmm… not such an enticing aroma. Christian leads me to a booth.“I would never have pictured you here,” I say as we slide into a booth.“My dad used to bring us to one of these whenever my mom went away at a medicalconference. It was our secret.” He smiles at me, gray eyes dancing, then picks up a menu,running a hand through his wayward hair as he stares down at it.Oh, I want to run my hands through that hair. I pick up a menu and examine it. I realizeI’m starving.“I know what I want,” he breathes, his voice low and husky.I glance up at him, and he’s staring at me in that way that tightens all the muscles in mybelly and takes my breath away, his eyes dark and smoldering. Holy shit. I gaze at him,my blood singing in my veins answering his call.“I want what you want,” I whisper.He inhales sharply.“Here?” he asks suggestively, raising an eyebrow at me, smiling wickedly, his teethtrapping the tip of his tongue.Oh my… sex in IHOP. His expression changes, growing darker.“Don’t bite your lip,” he orders. “Not here, not now.” His eyes harden momentarily,and for a moment, he looks so deliciously dangerous. “If I can’t have you here, don’t temptme.”“Hi, My name’s Leandra, What can I get for you… er… folks… er… today, thismornin… ?” Her voice trails off, stumbling over her words as she gets an eye full of Mr.Beautiful opposite me. She flushes scarlet, and a small ounce of sympathy for her bubbles