Fifty Shades of Gray - Grayson Dolan Imagine

Episode 8

*Grayson's POV*

I need to make my case. But should I?

Y/N: "Thank you for the tea, Grayson."

"You're welcome, Y/N. It's my pleasure."

As I say the words, I realize that the last twenty minutes were...enjoyable. Giving her my most dazzling smile, I offer her my hand.

"Come." She takes my hand and as we walk back to the hotel, I can't shake how good her hand feels in mine.

"Do you always wear jeans?"

Y/N: "Mostly. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No, Y/N. I don't do the girlfriend thing." Stricken with a frown, she turns abruptly and stumbles into the road.

"Shit, Y/N!" I shout, tugging her toward me to stop her from falling in the road.

All of a sudden, she's in my arms, clutching my biceps, staring up at me. Her eyes are startled, and for the first time I notice a darker ring circling her irises. They're beautiful, most beautiful this close. Her pupils dilate and I know I could fall into her gaze and never return.

"Are you okay?" My voice sounds alien and I realize she's touching me.

My fingers caress her cheek. Her skin is soft and smooth. As I brush my thumb against her bottom lip, my breath catches in my throat. Her body is pressed against mine, and the feel of her breasts and heat is arousing. Closing my eyes, I inhale. When I open them she's still staring at me, her eyes on my mouth. Shit. She wants me to kiss her. And I want to. Just once. Her lips are parted, ready, waiting. No. No. No. Don't do this, Gray. She's not the girl for you.

"Y/N. You should steer clear of me. I'm not the man for you." I have to let her go before I do something stupid.

"I'm going to stand you up and let you go." I step back and she releases her hold on me. I don't feel any relief.

Y/N: "I've got this. Thank you."

"For what?"

Y/N: "For saving me."

"I'm glad I was here. I shudder to think what could have happened to you."

She shakes her head, and wraps her arms around herself in a protective gesture. A moment later she bolts across the street and I have to hurry to keep up with her. When we reach the hotel, she turns and faces me once more.

Y/N: "Thanks for the tea and doing the photoshoot."

"Y/N...I..." I can't think what to say, expect that I'm sorry.

Y/N: "What Grayson?" She snaps.

Whoa. She's mad at me, pouring all the contempt she can into each syllable of my name. And she's leaving. And I don't want her to go.

"Good luck with your exams." Her eyes flash with hurt and indignation.

Y/N: "Thanks. Good-bye Grayson."

She turns away and strides up the street toward the underground garage.

I watch her go, hoping that she'll give me a second look, but she doesn't.