I give her a swift kiss and stand to dress. Ana does the same, pulling on sweatpants and a camisole. Collecting the condom off the floor, I knot it quickly. Now that she’s agreed to be mine, she needs contraception. Fully dressed, she sits cross-legged on the bed watching me as I grab my pants. “When is your period due?” I ask. “I hate wearing these things.” I hold up the knotted condom and pull on my jeans. She’s taken aback. “Well?” I prod. “Next week,” she answers, her cheeks pink. “You need to sort out some contraception.” I sit on the bed to slip on my socks and shoes. She says nothing. “Do you have a doctor?” I ask. She shakes her head. “I can have mine come and see you at your apartment—Sunday morning, before you come and see me. Or he can see you at my place. Which would you prefer?” I’m sure Dr. Baxter will make a house call for me, although I haven’t seen him for a while. “Your place,” she says. “Okay. I’ll let you know the time.” “Are you leaving?” She seems surprised that I’m going. “Yes.” “How are you getting back?” she asks. “Taylor will pick me up.” “I can drive you. I have a lovely new car.” That’s better. She’s accepted the car as she should, but after all that champagne she shouldn’t be driving. “I think you’ve had too much to drink.” “Did you get me tipsy on purpose?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because you overthink everything, and you’re reticent, like your stepdad. A drop of wine in you and you start talking, and I need you to communicate honestly with me. Otherwise you clam up, and I have no idea what you’re thinking. In vino veritas, Anastasia.” “And you think you’re always honest with me?” “I endeavor to be. This will only work if we’re honest with each other.” “I’d like you to stay and use this.” She grabs the other condom and waves it at me. Manage her expectations, Grey. “I have crossed so many lines here tonight. I have to go. I’ll see you on Sunday.” I stand up. “I’ll have the revised contract ready for you, and then we can really start to play.” “Play?” she squeaks. “I’d like to do a scene with you. But I won’t until you’ve signed, so I know you’re ready.” “Oh. So I could stretch this out if I don’t sign?” Shit. I hadn’t thought of that.
Published on Jun 2, 2016