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

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

My alarm clock's shrill siren wakes me abruptly from an arousing dream. I was lustfully riding a copper-haired man with mesmerising blue eyes, who was shackled to my four poster bed. I smack my alarm off and then switch on my cell. There are no menacing messages left from Grace or any emailed lawsuits from Carrick, so I breathe a little easier.
Looks like Christian CAN keep a secret after all...

I shower quickly, pondering my next move. A short, simple explanation when he arrives would be best. I'll apologise for my actions, mention I was having some personal issues and offer to double what I was originally going to pay him - providing he maintained his silence. Even if it did get out, who would they believe? A respected, married, business-woman and family friend, or the adopted son who was going off the rails?

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Bang on schedule, the doorbell rings and I'm almost overwhelmed by a sudden rush of excitement at seeing him again. Taking a deep breath I pull open the front door.
And all the breath leaves my lungs in a rush.

Christian is standing there in the morning sunshine and the sun is just dancing all over him, lighting him up. His thick wavy hair flashes from bright amber, to copper, to rich chestnut and his eyes...Goddammit those eyes...Seem to glow from within, practically hypnotising me.
And then he smiles...

                         And it's like the Fourth of July is happening on my doorstep...

I don't think I have ever seen anything quite so beautiful in all my life...

FOR FUCK'S SAKE, GET A GRIP ELENA!!

My alter-ego's timely intervention snaps me out of my reverie.
"Christian," I begin smoothly. "You're very punctual. I like a man who comes on time."
Really???? Did I really just say that to him????
His cheeks infuse with a pop of colour and now he looks even more damned adorable.
"Umm...Cool," he mutters, shifting slightly in embarrassment.
I hurriedly step aside and he ducks past me. Closing the door, I turn and face him and find those steel blue eyes staring intently at me. My carefully prepared speech dissipates from my mind and I find myself talking about today's task instead.
"So...just more of the same today, Christian. Is that okay with you?"
Christian seems to consider my request for a moment. "Yeah - if by more of the same, you mean more kissing." He murmurs casually.

WHAT THE FUCK???? I'M the one in control here!!! I'LL decide if there's more kissing!!

His smart-assed remark illicits the same reaction as it did yesterday and almost like a reflex action, I see my hand flying towards his face before I can stop myself. However, Christian is now wise to the move and his hand swiftly rises and grabs me tightly around my wrist before I can connect with his cheek. His grasp is tight and painful and only serves to fuel my anger. His focus is solely on my wrist, which enables me to use my free hand to blindside him and strike him across the opposite cheek instead. His head jerks to the side and his grip on my wrist intensifies.