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           Whyhasn’thegivenmebackmypanties?

           Istealintothebathroom,bewilderedbymylackofunderwear.Whiledryingmyselfaftermyenjoyablebutfartoobriefshower,Irealizehe’sdonethisonpurpose.Hewantsmetobeembarrassedandaskformypantiesback,andhe’lleithersayyesorno.Myinnergoddessgrinsatme.Hell…twocanplaythatparticulargame.Resolvingthereandthennottoaskhimforthemandnotgivehimthatsatisfaction,Ishallgomeethisparentssansculottes.AnastasiaSteele!mysubconsciouschidesme,butIdon’twanttolistentoher—IalmosthugmyselfwithgleebecauseIknowthiswilldrivehimcrazy.

           Backinthebedroom,Iputonmybra,slipintomydress,andclimbintomyshoes.Iremovethebraidandhastilybrushoutmyhair,thenglancedownatthedrinkhe’sleft.It’spalepink.What’sthis?Cranberryandsparklingwater.Hmm…ittastesdeliciousandquenchesmythirst.

           Dashingbackintothebathroom,Icheckmyselfinthemirror:eyesbright,cheeksslightlyflushed,slightlysmuglookbecauseofmypantyplan,andIheaddownstairs.Fifteenminutes.Notbad,Ana.

           Christianisstandingbythepanoramicwindow,wearingthegreyflannelpantsthatIlove,theonesthathanginthatunbelievablysexywayoffhiships,and,ofcourse,awhitelinenshirt.Doesn’thehaveanyothercolors?FrankSinatrasingssoftlyoverthesurround-soundspeakers.

           ChristianturnsandsmilesasIenter.Helooksatmeexpectantly.

           “Hi,”Isaysoftly,andmysphinxlikesmilemeetshis.

           “Hi,”hesays.“Howareyoufeeling?”Hiseyesarealightwithamusement.