Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 121

He turns to greet my mom.

"Mrs. Adams, I am delighted to meet you."

How does he know her name He gives her the heart-stopping, Christian Grey patented, full-blown-no-

prisoners-taken smile. She doesn't have a hope. My mother's lower jaw practically hits the table. Jeez,

get a grip Mom. She takes his proffered hand and they shake. My mother hasn't replied. Oh, complete

dumbfounded speechlessness is genetic

- I had no idea.

"Christian," she manages finally, breathlessly.

He smiles knowingly at her, his gray eyes twinkling. I narrow my eyes at them both.

"What are you doing here?" My question sounds more brittle than I mean, and his smile disappears, his

expression now guarded. I am thrilled to see him, but completely thrown off balance, my anger about

Mrs. Robinson simmering through my veins. I don't know if I want to shout at him or throw myself into

his arms - but I don't think he'd like either - and I want to know how long he has been watching us. I'm

also a little anxious about the email I just sent him.

"I came to see you, of course." He gazes down at me impassively. Oh, what is he thinking"I'm staying

in this hotel."

"You're staying here?" I sound like a sophomore on amphetamines, too high-pitched even for my own

ears.

"Well, yesterday you said you wished I was here." He pauses trying to gauge my reaction. "We aim to

please, Miss Steele." His voice is quiet with no trace of humor.

Crap - Is he mad Maybe the Mrs. Robinson commentsOr the fact that I am on my third, soon to be

fourth CosmoMy mother is glancing anxiously at the two of us.

"Won't you join us for a drink, Christian?" She waves to the waiter who is at her side in a nanosecond.

"I'll have a gin and tonic," Christian says. "Hendricks if you have it or Bombay Sap-phire. Cucumber

with the Hendricks, lime with the Bombay."

Holy hell... only Christian could make a meal out of ordering a drink.

"And two more Cosmos please," I add, looking anxiously at Christian. I am drinking with my mother - no

way can he be angry about that.

"Please pull up a chair, Christian."

"Thank you, Mrs. Adams."

Christian pulls a nearby chair over and sits gracefully down beside me.

"So you just happen to be staying in the hotel where we're drinking?" I ask, trying hard to keep my tone

light.

"Or, you just happen to be drinking in the hotel where I'm staying," Christian replies.

"I just finished dinner, came in here, and saw you. I was distracted thinking about your most recent

email, and I glance up and there you are. Quite a coincidence, eh?" 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 Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

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 blood stream 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 manThis manYes, frankly -

look at him - my subconscious snaps. Oh, shut up! Who invited you to the partyI 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 eveningAnd 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.

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