Chapter 005
1006 Words
I'm standing on the curb with a sight I was not expecting. A limo. Taylor is standing by a f*****g limo right now. Is this for real?
"Good evening, Miss Steele. How was your night?", Taylor asks professionally.
"It was fine, thank you. Where's Anthony?", I answer. Before he responds, he opens the door and Anthony climbs out.
"Hello, Anastasia", he addresses, looking very fine in a form-fitting gray suit.
"Hi. Are you serious about this?"
"I'm always serious, Miss Steele."
"Wow", I breathe.
"I'm not stopping there."
"What do you mean?" As I ask this, he forms a small smirk and walks closer to me, breaking the space between us. Oh.
"Turn around", he whispers and I'm momentarily taken aback.
"Trust me", he smiles. I cautiously turn around and feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. Holy cow, is he close. Just then, he takes out a black blindfold and places it over my eyes, completely taking my sight. I feel him tie a bow in the back of my head and my breathing shallows. What is he doing?
"What are you doing?", I ask timidly.
"Don't worry, this isn't a first", he simply says and I can sense his smile. He then takes my hand and leads me to the car. He carefully helps me inside and buckles me, still leaving the blindfold on. He then closes the door behind me, mumbles something to Taylor, and then climbs in on the other side. I hear two doors close before we finally head off. My breathing quickens as I suddenly worry about where we're going.
"Where are you taking me?", I ask again.
"It's a surprise", he simply says.
"What kind of surprise?"
"You'll see soon enough."
"How did you get my e-mail?"
"I called your boss and asked for it, stating that I'm the man in the newspaper with you. I told him why and he gave me your e-mail."
"Just like that? He's never that easy to convince for something like that."
"I guess we're not the only ones with an image to protect."
"You're a mysterious man", I confess.
"So I've been told", he answers dryly. Oh?
I then hear him pop a bottle of something and hear some kind of liquid hitting the inside of a glass, as well as what sounds like ice cubes following along.
"What's that?"
"Champagne. I figured you might be thirsty." He then takes my hand before placing a tall glass for me to hold. He directs my hand and I welcome a sip of cool, crisp champagne to my throat. Damn, that's good.
"Do you always drink?", I suddenly ask.
"Only when I'm stressed."
"How often is that?"
"According to my family, too often", he states and I sense that he wants me to drop the subject.
"Are we going far?"
"Not with what I have in mind", he softly chuckles.
"Am I gonna know soon enough?"
"Maybe. Or maybe not. Just trust me, okay?", he inquires before taking my hand. He places a soft kiss on my knuckles and I gasp at his touch.
"Okay", I whisper and we ride in silence.
A few minutes pass by and I feel the car come to a stop. Anthony climbs out and soon I hear him opening my door, taking my hand to help me out.
"We're here."
"Where's here?", I ask.
"Just wait and see." See. Huh.
Anthony then leads me somewhere and before I know it, he picks me up and carries me up a flight of stairs as I hold onto him for dear life. Once we're at the top, he sets me down on what feels like a leather couch and I hear him sit down nearby.
"Keep the blindfold on. I'll let you know when to take it off", he orders and I find myself pouting in return.
"I'm not used to waiting for long, Mr. Grey."
"I am aware, Miss Steele. But trust me on this. It'll be worth it; I promise."
"What am I supposed to do until then?"
"Sleep. I'll wake you when we're there." I take this as his final hint. I carefully lay down on the fine leather and try my best to fall asleep.
"Wow", I huff.
"Wow, yourself", he replies. I giggle.
"I can't sit up", I say and he takes the hint as he gently lifts me up and lies me down. I can barely keep my eyes open and find myself falling asleep. I feel the bed shift as the mysterious man kisses my head and holds me close.
Tonight was not what I was expecting. But I'm glad. More than I know.
I sit up after a while and struggle to wake up. I then feel someone slipping my blindfold off and my eyes adjust to the light.
"Nice to see you again, Miss Steele", Anthony states.
"Wish I could say the same", I moan. Anthony sits down across from me and I see a bottle of whiskey in his hands. He takes a swig before setting it on a table dividing us from each other.
"Did you sleep well?", he then asks as a waiter brings me a glass of water. I mumble my thanks and welcome the cool refreshment to my mouth.
"Yes. Thank you."
"You know you talk in your sleep?", he suddenly says and my eyes widen in horror.
"What did I say?"
"I couldn't tell. You were mumbling a lot."
"s**t", I say under my breath.
"You're an interesting woman, Miss Steele."
"I'm not interesting", I confess.
"Why would you say that?", he enquires as he raises an eyebrow.
"Well look at me."
"I am, and I see potential."
"You say that to everyone, Mr. Grey?"
"Not everyone, but any man could see that in you."
"I doubt it."
"Don't", he says as he leans across to close the space. He reaches out his hand before gently stroking my cheek, causing my breath to catch in my throat.
"Don't do that", I lie.
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