Chapter 121


    He turns to greet my mom.


    "Mrs. Adams, I am delighted to meet you."


    How does he know her name He gives her the heart-stopping, Christian Grey patented, full-blown-no-


    prisoners-taken smile. She doesn''t have a hope. My mother''s lower jaw practically hits the table. Jeez,


    get a grip Mom. She takes his proffered hand and they shake. My mother hasn''t replied. Oh,plete


    dumbfounded speechlessness is gic


    - I had no idea.


    "Christian," she manages finally, breathlessly.


    He smiles knowingly at her, his gray eyes twinkling. I narrow my eyes at them both.


    "What are you doing here?" My question sounds more brittle than I mean, and his smile disappears, his


    expression now guarded. I am thrilled to see him, butpletely thrown off bnce, my anger about


    Mrs. Robinson simmering through my veins. I don''t know if I want to shout at him or throw myself into


    his arms - but I don''t think he''d like either - and I want to know how long he has been watching us. I''m


    also a little anxious about the email I just sent him.


    "I came to see you, of course." He gazes down at me impassively. Oh, what is he thinking"I''m staying


    in this hotel."


    "You''re staying here?" I sound like a sophomore on amphetamines, too high-pitched even for my own


    ears.


    "Well, yesterday you said you wished I was here." He pauses trying to gauge my reaction. "We aim to


    please, Miss Steele." His voice is quiet with no trace of humor.


    Crap - Is he mad Maybe the Mrs. RobinsonmentsOr the fact that I am on my third, soon to be


    fourth CosmoMy mother is ncing anxiously at the two of us.


    "Won''t you join us for a drink, Christian?" She waves to the waiter who is at her side in a nanosecond.


    "I''ll have a gin and tonic," Christian says. "Hendricks if you have it or Bombay Sap-phire. Cucumber


    with the Hendricks, lime with the Bombay."


    Holy hell... only Christian could make a meal out of ordering a drink.


    "And two more Cosmos please," I add, looking anxiously at Christian. I am drinking with my mother - no


    way can he be angry about that.


    "Please pull up a chair, Christian."


    "Thank you, Mrs. Adams."


    Christian pulls a nearby chair over and sits gracefully down beside me.


    "So you just happen to be staying in the hotel where we''re drinking?" I ask, trying hard to keep my tone


    light.


    "Or, you just happen to be drinking in the hotel where I''m staying," Christian replies.


    "I just finished dinner, came in here, and saw you. I was distracted thinking about your most recent


    email, and I nce up and there you are. Quite a coincidence, eh?" He cocks his head to one side, and


    I see a trace of a smile. Thank heavens - we may be able to save the evening after all.


    "My mother and I were shopping this morning and on the beach this afternoon. We decided on a few


    cocktails this evening," I mutter, feeling that I owe him some sort of exnation.


    "Did you buy that top?" He nods at my brand new green silk camisole, "The color suits you. And you''ve


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    caught some sun. You look lovely."


    I flush, speechless at hispliment.


    "Well, I was going to pay you a visit tomorrow. But here you are."


    He reaches over, takes my hand, and squeezes it gently, running his thumb across my knuckles to and


    fro... and I feel the familiar pull. The electric charge zapping beneath my skin under the gentle pressure


    from his thumb, firing into my blood stream and pulsing around my body, heating everything in its path.


    It''s been over two days since I saw him.


    Oh my... I want him. My breath hitches. I blink at him, smiling shyly, and see a smile y on his


    beautiful, sculptured lips.


    "I thought I''d surprise you. But as ever, Anastasia, you surprise me by being here."


    I nce quickly at Mom who is staring at Christian... yes staring! Stop it Mom. As if he''s some exotic


    creature, never seen before. I mean, I know I''ve never had a boyfriend, and Christian only qualifies as


    such for ease of reference - but is it so unbelievable that I could attract a manThis manYes, frankly -


    look at him - my subconscious snaps. Oh, shut up! Who invited you to the partyI scowl at my mom - but


    she doesn''t seem to notice.


    "I don''t want to interrupt the time you have with your mother. I''ll have a quick drink and then retire. I


    have work to do," he states earnestly.


    "Christian, it''s lovely to meet you finally," Mom interjects, finally finding her voice.


    "Ana has spoken very fondly of you."


    He smiles at her.


    "Really?" He raises an eyebrow at me, an amused expression on his face, and I flush again.


    The waiter arrives with our drinks.


    "Hendricks, sir," he says with a triumphant flourish.


    "Thank you," Christian murmurs in acknowledgement.


    I sip mytest Cosmo nervously.


    "How long are you in Georgia, Christian?" Mom asks.


    "Until Friday, Mrs. Adams."


    "Will you have dinner with us tomorrow eveningAnd please, call me Ca."


    "I''d be delighted to, Ca."


    "Excellent. If you two will excuse me, I need to visit the powder room."


    Mom... you''ve just been. I look at her desperately as she stands and walks off, leaving us alone


    together.


    "So, you''re mad at me for having dinner with an old friend." Christian turns his burning, wary gaze to


    me, lifting my hand to his lips and kissing each knuckle gently.


    Jeez, he wants to do this now?


    "Yes," I murmur as my heated blood courses through me.


    "Our sexual rtionship was over long ago, Anastasia," he whispers. "I don''t want anyone but you.


    Haven''t you worked that out yet?"


    I blink at him.


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