Stranger at My Door

CH 30: Ana

CH 30: Ana

I am giddy, he L.O.V.E.S. me! I smile at him as he opens the door to the lodge. There is only an elderly couple by the window looking over the magnificent views. Otherwise, we have the whole place to ourselves. Salish Lodge is a top of the mountain overlooking the falls, it is decorated with dark polished wood ceilings, beige and brown furniture, brick walls, and brown rugs with beige foliage patterns; however, the most striking features are the panorama windows and the views beyond.

Christian pulls the chair for me as we sit at a corner, by a roaring fireplace and opened windows. His fingers caress my back and goose bumps are left at his touch. I feel like a gushing teen being swooped by the most popular boy in school. I suppose it is similar, I am a simple gal being swooped by one of the most desirable men around. My breath hitches and if his smirk is any indication, Mr. Adonis knows – he knows the effect he has on me.

Christian pulls the chair next to me, his legs towards me, one hand on the back of my chair and the other on the table; he is so close I feel his warm breath on my neck – right behind my ear.

“I never tire of looking at you.” His voice is husky, deep, and sexy. “You are so beautiful.” I close my eyes and lean towards him. “Would you like a hot toddy to warm up?”

“Yes, sure.” I have a thousand ideas of how I would like to warm up; all of them include the hot god next to me.

“I meant it,” I look at him and his eyes are so clear they look like molten silver. “I love you. Unknowingly, I expend a life time waiting for you.” He is very close to my ear, his breath tickling my sensitive skin. “I never felt like this for anyone.” He licks the shell of my ear ever so gently – it makes my core tremble. “You complete me.”

“I love you too.” I reach over caressing his neck. In turn, he rests his head on my shoulder. A few minutes pass and finally the waiter comes over to take our order. We end up with Chowder, fish and chips. We laugh, eat and talk our way through lunch.

We also touch; it seems every second we find a way to touch each other: hold hands, feed each other, his knee rubs my leg; my foot rubs his calf. It seems we cannot get enough, the more we touch the more we want.

Then, at the end of our meal he bumps my shoulder with his. “You kissed me.” He teases; I remember I did that at our first lunch.

I tease him back mimicking his words. “About that, Mr. Grey; I am sorry, it seems I lost my control there for a minute.”

“Oh, well I rather enjoyed it, Anastasia.” He reaches over and kisses me. Then, the kiss was hesitant, testing each other for the first time. Now, our kiss is full of passion and need.

We are interrupted by his cell phone. Irritated, he looks at the caller id and the transformation is immediate; he is no longer the young sexy man I expend the day with. In his place, there is a business man in control, his shoulders and back go straight and rigid.

“Grey.” He answers; his voice is forceful, his eyes are intense, and his face cold. “No.” He does not betray anything going on the other side. He raises a finger to me to say a moment. I notice that Taylor follows – he is Christian’s shadow and an ever present entity – his eyes darting back and forth for threats that do not materialize.

Christian walks to the deck on the other side, I can still hear him – he has not gone far – pacing back and forth. “I do not care!” He says almost screaming. “I do not fucking care. Sell the pieces. I want it done by end of day.” He hangs up and makes his way back to me his hair even messier than before.