Fifty Shades Trilogy 01 - Fifty Shades of Grey

He cocks his head to one side, and I see a trace of a smile. Thank heavens – we may be able to save the evening after all.
    “My mother and I were shopping this morning and on the beach this afternoon. We decided on a few cocktails this evening,” I mutter, feeling that I owe him some sort of explanation.
    “Did you buy that top?” He nods at my brand new green silk camisole. “The color suits you. And you’ve caught some sun. You look lovely.”
    I flush, speechless at his compliment.
    “Well, I was going to pay you a visit tomorrow. But here you are.”
    He reaches over, takes my hand, and squeezes it gently, running his thumb across my knuckles to and fro… and I feel the familiar pull. The electric charge zapping beneath my skin under the gentle pressure from his thumb, firing into my bloodstream and pulsing around my body, heating everything in its path. It’s been over two days since I saw him. Oh my ... I want him. My breath hitches. I blink at him, smiling shyly, and see a smile play on his beautiful, sculptured lips.
    “I thought I’d surprise you. But as ever, Anastasia, you surprise me by being here.”
    I glance quickly at Mom who is staring at Christian… yes staring! Stop it, Mom. As if he’s some exotic creature, never seen before. I mean, I know I’ve never had a boyfriend, and Christian only qualifies as such for ease of reference – but is it so unbelievable that I could attract a man? This man? Yes, frankly – look at him – my subconscious snaps. Oh, shut up! Who invited you to the party? I scowl at my mom – but she doesn’t seem to notice.
    “I don’t want to interrupt the time you have with your mother. I’ll have a quick drink and then retire. I have work to do,” he states earnestly.
    “Christian, it’s lovely to meet you finally,” Mom interjects, finally finding her voice. “Ana has spoken very fondly of you.”
    He smiles at her.
    “Really?” He raises an eyebrow at me, an amused expression on his face, and I flush again.
    The waiter arrives with our drinks.
    “Hendricks, sir,” he says with a triumphant flourish.
    “Thank you,” Christian murmurs in acknowledgement.
    I sip my latest Cosmo nervously.
    “How long are you in Georgia, Christian?” Mom asks.
    “Until Friday, Mrs. Adams.”
    “Will you have dinner with us tomorrow evening? And please, call me Carla.”
    “I’d be delighted to, Carla.”
    “Excellent. If you two will excuse me, I need to visit the powder room.”
    Mom… you’ve just been. I look at her desperately as she stands and walks off, leaving us alone together.
    “So, you’re mad at me for having dinner with an old friend.” Christian turns his burning, wary gaze to me, lifting my hand to his lips and kissing each knuckle gently.
    Jeez, he wants to do this now?
    “Yes,” I murmur as my heated blood courses through me.
    “Our sexual relationship was over long ago, Anastasia,” he whispers. “I don’t want anyone but you. Haven’t you worked that out yet?”
    I blink at him.
    “I think of her as a child molester, Christian.” I hold my breath waiting for his reaction.
    Christian blanches.
    “That’s very judgmental. It wasn’t like that,” he whispers, shocked. He releases my hand.
    Judgmental?
    “Oh, how was it then?” I ask. The Cosmos are making me brave.
    He frowns at me, bewildered. I continue.
    “She took advantage of a vulnerable fifteen-year-old boy. If you had been a fifteen-year-old girl and Mrs. Robinson was a Mr. Robinson, tempting you into a BDSM lifestyle, that would have been okay? If it was Mia, say?”
    He gasps and scowls at me.
    “Ana, it wasn’t like that.”
    I glare at him.
    “Okay, it didn’t feel like that to me,” he continues quietly. “She was a force for good. What I needed.”
    “I don’t understand.” It’s my turn to look bewildered.
    “Anastasia, your mother will be back shortly. I’m not comfortable talking about this now. Later, maybe. If you don’t want me here, I have a plane on stand-by at Hilton Head. I can go.”
    He’s angry with me… no.
    “No – don’t go. Please. I’m thrilled you’re here. I’m just trying to make you understand. I’m angry that as soon as I left, you had dinner with her. Think about how you are when I get anywhere near José. José is a good friend. I have never had a sexual relationship with him. Whereas you and her…” I trail off, unwilling to take that thought further.
    “You’re jealous?” He stares at me, dumbfounded,