Chapter 14 (1/2)

”No, it doesn't matter. I don't need to know. I was just curious.” I give him a warm, reassuring smile. His look is wary, but after a moment he visibly relaxes, his relief evident. I lean over to kiss the corner of his mouth.

”I love you,” I murmur, and he smiles his heart-achingly shy smile, and I melt. ”I will always love you, Christian.”

”And I you,” he says softly.

”In spite of my disobedience?” I raise my eyebrow.

”Because of your disobedience, Anastasia.” He grins at me.

I crack my spoon through the burnt sugar crust of my dessert and shake my head. Will I ever understand this man? Hmm - this creme brulee is delicious.

Once the steward has cleared our dessert plates, Christian reaches for the bottle of rose and refills my glass. I check that we're alone and ask,

”What's with the no going to the bathroom thing?”

”You really want to know?” He half smiles, his eyes alight with a salacious gleam.

”Do I?” I gaze at him through my lashes as I take a sip of my wine.

”The fuller your bladder, the more intense your orgasm, Ana.”

I flush. ”Oh. I see.” Holy cow, that explains a lot. He grins at me, looking far too knowing. Will I always be on the back foot with Mr. Sexpertise?

”Yes. Well . . .” I desperately hunt around for a change of subject. He takes pity on me.

”What do you want to do for the rest of the evening?” He cocks his head to one side and gives me his lopsided grin.

Whatever you want, Christian. Put your theory to the test again? I shrug.

”I know what I want to do,” he murmurs. Grabbing his glass of wine, he rises and holds his hand out to me. ”Come.”

I take his hand and he leads me into the main salon. His iPod is in the speaker dock on the bureau. He switches it on and selects a song.

”Dance with me.” He pulls me into his arms.

”If you insist.”

”I insist, Mrs. Grey.”

A slinky, cheesy melody starts. Is this a Latin rhythm? Christian grins down at me and starts to move, sweeping me off my feet and taking me with him round the salon.