Love Is For Fools - Fifty Shades Of Grey: Elena's Story #Explicit [Fifty Shades]

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

PART TWO

Startled wide eyes of blue steel stare at me as my mind goes into overdrive.

Christian Grey...Christian Grey...Why is that name familiar..?

I frown as I take the gently offered hand and I'm surprised by the firmness of his handshake. Nope...still can't place him...But he obviously knows me...
"Christian Grey..?" I begin queryingly.
He seems to realise I don't know who the hell he is and suddenly his eyes widen - if that's at all possible; they are already large and luminous in his young, handsome face - framed with long dark lashes, against pale skin and thick copper hair.
"Sorry." He begins apologetically. "Christian Trevelyan-Grey. You know my mother - Doctor Grace Trevelyan? You organised for me to come and shift some building materials..?"
I feel my brain come to a grinding halt.
SHIT! Of course! Grace's oldest son. I'd totally forgotten...

I vaguely remember about a month ago, bemoaning at Book Club about my garden being taken over by rubble due to the extension. Grace had offered to have her son Christian come and help move it 'to keep him out of trouble over the summer.'
I squeeze his hand to mask my error. "I'm sorry Christian, I've been so busy lately I've lost track of dates." I lie. I can't have it getting back to Grace that I'd forgotten about him. I pull the door wide. "Please come in, I'll show you through."
He nods and pulls his hand out of mine as he steps inside. I close the door, turn and just catch his eyes drop to my chest, before they sweep back up again.

What the..? If any of my Subs were that impertinent, I'd have them lashed!

"The kitchen is just through there," I say in an icy tone, pointing an authoritative finger. He looks momentarily taken aback, then nods and heads up the hallway, whilst I follow a few paces behind him, giving me chance to assess him.

Hmm...I was expecting an adolescent - but he's practically a man; pushing six feet...broad shoulders that flex invitingly against his soft blue t-shirt and a torso that tapers invitingly down to...

WOW! That's one HELL of a nice ass...

I gasp at my wayward thoughts. Okay, so I was already fucking a College boy, but this was Doctor Grace Trevelyan's soon-to-be-College boy! Why on earth would her eighteen year old son even entertain earning some extra cash moving crap out of my yard, during his final summer before College? Was he really such a tearaway? Maybe he just lacked discipline.

Well...I could certainly help with that...Goddammit Elena!

Christian abruptly stops in the kitchen and I'm so lost in reigning in my thoughts, I nearly crash into him. I hastily side-step him until I am facing him again. Taking a deep breath to regain my composure, I pull my shoulders back, straighten my spine and fold my arms under my chest. Again, I catch his eyes flick to my chest before meeting mine and a slight smirk tugs at his lips.

HOLY FUCK! That mouth!!!