Chapter 48 (1/2)
”My mother liked you,” he says dryly.
”Really?” His words make me flush with pleasure.
”Oh yes. She's always thought I was g*y.”
My mouth drops open, and I remember that question... from the interview. Oh no.
”Why did she think you were g*y?” I whisper.
”Because she's never seen me with a girl.”
”Oh... not even one of the fifteen?”
He smiles.
”You remembered. No, none of the fifteen.”
”Oh.”
”You know, Anastasia, it's been a weekend of firsts for me, too,” he says quietly.
”It has?”
”I've never slept with anyone, never had sex in my bed, never flown a girl in Charlie Tango, never introduced a woman to my mother. What are you doing to me?” His eyes burn, their intensity takes my breath away.
The waitress arrives with our glasses of wine, and I immediately take a quick sip. Is he opening up or just making a casual observation?
”I've really enjoyed this weekend,” I murmur. He narrows his eyes at me again.
”Stop biting that lip,” he growls. ”Me too,” he adds.
”What's vanilla sex?” I ask, if anything to distract myself from the intense, burning, sexy look he's giving me. He laughs.
”Just straightforward sex, Anastasia. No toys, no added extras.” He shrugs. ”You know... well actually you don't, but that's what it means.”
”Oh.” I thought it was chocolate fudge brownie sex that we had, with a cherry on the top. But hey, what do I know?
The waitress brings us soup. We both stare at it rather dubiously.
”Nettle soup,” the waitress informs us before turning and flouncing back into the kitchen. I don't think she likes to be ignored by Christian. I take a tentative taste. It's delicious.
Christian and I look up at each other at the same time with relief. I giggle, and he cocks his head to one side.
”That's a lovely sound,” he murmurs.
”Why have you never had vanilla sex beforeHave you always done... err, what you've done?” I ask, intrigued.
He nods slowly.
”Sort of.” His voice is wary. He frowns for a moment and seems to be engaged in some kind of internal struggle. Then he glances up, a decision made. ”One of my mother's friends seduced me when I was fifteen.”
”Oh.” Holy shit that's young!
”She had very particular tastes. I was her submissive for six years.” He shrugs.
”Oh.” My brain has frozen, stunned into inactivity by this admission.
”So I do know what it involves, Anastasia.” His eyes glow with insight.
I stare at him, unable to articulate anything - even my subconscious is silent.
”I didn't really have a run-of-the-mill introduction to sex.”
Curiosity kicks in big time.
”So you never dated anyone at college?”
”No.” He shakes his head to emphasize the point.
The waitress takes our plates, interrupting us for a moment.