Oh, bring it on, Miss Steele. I watch, mesmerized, hardening by the second. “Anastasia. What are you doing?” I warn. “Eating my asparagus,” she says with a coy smile. “I think you’re toying with me, Miss Steele.” “I’m just finishing my food, Mr. Grey.” Her lips curl wider, slowly, carnal, and the heat between us rises several degrees. She really has no idea how sexy she is…I’m about to pounce when the waiter knocks and enters. Damn it. I let him clear the plates, then turn my attention back to Miss Steele. But her frown is back, and she’s fidgeting with her fingers. Hell. “Would you like some dessert?” I ask. “No thank you. I think I should go,” she says, still staring at her hands. “Go?” She’s leaving? The waiter exits quickly with our plates. “Yes,” Ana says, her voice firm with resolve. She gets to her feet to leave. And automatically I stand, too. “We both have the graduation ceremony tomorrow,” she says. This is not going according to plan at all. “I don’t want you to go,” I state, because it’s the truth. “Please, I have to,” she insists. “Why?” “Because you’ve given me so much to consider, and I need some distance.” Her eyes are pleading with me to let her go. But we’ve gotten so far in our negotiation. We’ve made compromises. We can make this work. I have to make this work. “I could make you stay,” I tell her, knowing that I could seduce her right now, in this room. “Yes, you could easily, but I don’t want you to.” This is all going south—I’ve overplayed my hand. This isn’t how I thought the night would end. I rake my hands through my hair in frustration. “You know, when you fell into my office to interview me, you were all ‘Yes, sir,’ ‘No, sir.’ I thought you were a natural-born submissive. But quite frankly, Anastasia, I’m not sure you have a submissive bone in your delectable body.” I walk the few steps that separate us and look down into eyes that shine with determination. “You may be right,” she says. No. No. I don’t want to be right. “I want the chance to explore the possibility that you do.” I caress her face and her lower lip with my thumb. “I don’t know any other way, Anastasia. This is who I am.” “I know,” she says.
Published on Jun 2, 2016