fifty-shades-of-grey

His mood visibly shifts. His eyes soften and his expression warms, and I see a trace ofa smile on his beautifully chiseled lips.“Anastasia, I don’t think so. Dark knight maybe.” His smile is sardonic, and he shakeshis head. “Did you eat last night?” His tone is accusatory. I shake my head. What majortransgression have I committed now? His jaw clenches, but his face remains impassive.“You need to eat. That’s why you were so ill. Honestly Anastasia, it’s drinking rulenumber one.” He runs this hand through his hair, and I know it’s because he’s exasperated.“Are you going to continue to scold me?”“Is that what I’m doing?”“I think so.”“You’re lucky I’m just scolding you.”“What do you mean?”“Well, if you were mine, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week after the stuntyou pulled yesterday. You didn’t eat, you got drunk, you put yourself at risk.” He closes hiseyes, dread etched on his lovely face, and he shudders slightly. When he opens his eyes,he glares at me. “I hate to think what could have happened to you.”I scowl back at him. What is his problem? What’s it to him? If I was his… well I’mnot. Though maybe, part of me would like to be. The thought pierces through the irritationI feel at his high-handed words. I flush at the waywardness of my subconscious - she’s doingher happy dance in a bright red hula skirt at the thought of being his.“I would have been fine. I was with Kate.”“And the photographer?” he snaps at me.Hmm… young José. I’ll need to face him at some point.“José just got out of line.” I shrug.“Well the next time he gets out of line, maybe someone should teach him some manners.”“You are quite the disciplinarian,” I hiss at him.“Oh, Anastasia, you have no idea.” His eyes narrow, and then he grins wickedly. It’sdisarming. One minute, I’m confused and angry, the next I’m gazing at his gorgeous smile.Wow… I am entranced, and it’s because his smile is so rare. I quite forget what he’s talkingabout.“I’m going to have a shower. Unless you’d like to shower first?” He cocks his headto one side, still grinning. My heartbeat has picked up, and my medulla oblongata has neglectedto fire any synapses to make me breathe. His grin widens, and he reaches over andruns his thumb down my cheek and across my lower lip.“Breathe, Anastasia,” he whispers and rises. “Breakfast will be here in fifteen minutes.You must be famished.” He heads into the bathroom and closes the door.I let out the breath that I’ve been holding. Why is he so damned attractive? Rightnow I want to go and join him in the shower. I have never felt this way about anyone. Myhormones are racing. My skin tingles where his thumb traced over my face and lower lip.I feel like squirming with a needy, achy… discomfort. I don’t understand this reaction.Hmm… Desire. This is desire. This is what it feels like.I lie back on the soft feather filled pillows. ‘If you were mine.’ Oh my – what would Ido to be his? He’s the only man who has ever set my blood racing around my body. Yet,