Book 1 - Page 105 (1/2)

All too soon, I'm torn from my impossible daydream.

”We're home,” Christian murmurs, and it's such a tantalizing sentence, full of so much potential .

Home, with Christian. Except his apartment is an art gallery, not a home.

Taylor opens the door for us, and I thank him shyly, aware that he's been within earshot of our conversation, but his kind smile is rea.s.suring and gives nothing away. Once out of the car, Christian a.s.sesses me critically . Oh no... what have I done now?

”Why don't you have a jacket?” he frowns as he shrugs out of his and drapes it over my shoulders.

Relief washes through me.

”It's in my new car,” I reply sleepily, yawning.

He smirks at me.

”Tired, Miss Steele?”

”Yes, Mr. Grey.” I feel bashful under his teasing scrutiny. Nevertheless I feel an explanation is in order, ”I've been prevailed upon in ways I never thought possible today.”

”Well, if you're really unlucky, I may prevail upon you some more,” he promises as he takes my hand and leads me into the building. Holy s.h.i.+t... Again?!

I gaze up at him in the elevator. I have a.s.sumed he'd like me to sleep with him, and then I remember that he doesn't sleep with anyone, although he has with me a few times.

I frown, and abruptly his gaze darkens. He reaches up and grasps my chin, freeing my lip from teeth.

”One day I will f**k you in this elevator, Anastasia, but right now you're tired - so I think we should stick to a bed.”

Bending down, he clamps his teeth around my lower lip and pulls gently. I melt against him, and my breathing stops as my insides unfurl with longing. I reciprocate, fastening my teeth over his top lip, teasing him, and he groans. When the elevator doors open, he grabs my hand and tugs me into the foyer, through the double doors, and into the hallway.

”Do you need a drink or anything?”

”No.”

”Good. Let's go to bed.”

I raise my eyebrows at him.

”You're going to settle for plain old vanilla?”

He c.o.c.ks his head to one side.

”Nothing plain or old about vanilla - it's a very intriguing flavor,” he breathes.

”Since when?”

”Since last Sat.u.r.day. WhyWere you hoping for something more exotic?”

My inner G.o.ddess pops her head above the parapet.

”Oh no. I've had enough exotic for one day.” My inner G.o.ddess pouts at me, failing miserably to hide her disappointment.

”SureWe cater for all tastes here - at least thirty-one flavors.” He grins at me lascivi-ously.

”I've noticed,” I reply dryly.

He shakes his head.

”Come on, Miss Steele, you have a big day tomorrow. Sooner you're in bed, sooner you'll be f**ked, and sooner you can sleep.”

”Mr. Grey, you are a born romantic.”

”Miss Steele, you have a smart mouth. I may have to subdue it some way. Come.” He leads me down the hallway into his bedroom and kicks the door closed.

”Hands in the air,” he commands.

I oblige, and in one breathtakingly swift move, he removes my dress like a magician, grasping it at the hem and pulling it smoothly and fleetly over my head.

”Ta Da!” he says playfully.