fifty-shades-of-grey

“Aren’t you even going to read it?”“No.”He frowns.“Anastasia, you should always read anything you sign,” he admonishes me.“Christian, what you fail to understand is that I wouldn’t talk about us to anyone,anyway. Even Kate. So it’s immaterial whether I sign an agreement or not. If it means somuch to you, or your lawyer… whom you obviously talk to, then fine. I’ll sign.”He gazes down at me, and he nods gravely.“Fair point well made, Miss Steele.”I lavishly sign on the dotted line of both copies and hand one back to him. Folding theother, I place it my purse and take a large swig of my wine. I’m sounding so much braverthan I’m actually feeling.“Does this mean you’re going to make love to me tonight, Christian?” Holy shit. DidI just say that? His mouth drops open slightly, but he recovers quickly.“No, Anastasia it doesn’t. Firstly, I don’t make love. I fuck… hard. Secondly, there’sa lot more paperwork to do, and thirdly, you don’t yet know what you’re in for. You couldstill run for the hills. Come, I want to show you my playroom.”My mouth drops open. Fuck hard! Holy shit, that sounds so… hot. But why are welooking at a playroom? I am mystified.“You want to play on your Xbox?” I ask. He laughs, loudly.“No, Anastasia, no Xbox, no Playstation. Come.” He stands, holding out his hand. I lethim lead me back out to the corridor. On the right of the double doors, where we came in,another door leads to a staircase. We go up to the second floor and turn right. Producing akey from his pocket, he unlocks yet another door and takes a deep breath.“You can leave anytime. The helicopter is on stand-by to take you whenever you wantto go, you can stay the night and go home in the morning. It’s fine whatever you decide.”“Just open the damn door, Christian.”He opens the door and stands back to let me in. I gaze at him once more. I so want toknow what’s in here. Taking a deep breath I walk in.And it feels like I’ve time-traveled back to the sixteenth century and the Spanish Inquisition.Holy fuck.