It was late afternoon when I woke up. For a moment I lay in bed, luxuriating in the softness of the sheets beneath me. Smiling as I remembered the lovemaking that had sent me for my afternoon nap, I reached over for my Christian, letting my chest come out from under the warmth of the blankets.

"I'm sorry, Mr Grey has gone out," comes an embarrassed voice from the doorway.

With a squeak I pull my arm back and hoist the covers over my chest. I cast a quick, indignant look at Taylor, who gives me a small, almost bashful, smile.

"He asked me to come and... let you know that you should be dressed in the gold satin and downstairs at 7. A car will come and collect you."

"Okay, thanks. Do you know where he's gone?" I only ask out of curiosity, and I'm only half-listening as Taylor umms and ahhs. Inside, I'm hugging myself. Hardworking, tormented billionaire Christian Grey knows my entire wardrobe and actually cares what I wear. For a second I wonder if I should wear the light blue velvet, just to show him he can't dictate to him. I shiver at the thought of his eyes and decide on the silk. After all, I don't even know where we're going.

"Oh dammit, I can't lie to you Ana!"

I look up, surprised at the interruption. Taylor walks over to the bed and sits next to me, running his hands through his hair. "What is it?" I ask anxiously. I wish he wouldn't sit so close. My body starts to betray me, noticing once again the muscles of his back moving beneath his shirt, the dark brown of his eyes. I quickly remind myself of Christian and hold the blanket more firmly against my breasts.

"He's cheating on you. I know I shouldn't tell you, but I... I like you. You're not like the other girl's he brings here."

He's looking straight into my eyes and for once my inner goddess is doing nothing bizarre, simply standing, breath-stopped, wide-eyed, for what seems like eternity as something I've never felt before slams into my chest. He must see something of it in my eyes.

"Ana..." he says softly, leaning into me.

For a second, I almost lean forward. And then the fear hits me.

"Oh god." I jump up, dragging the bedclothes behind me. "Get out Jason, I have to get dressed. Christian isn't cheating on me. And I'm definitely not cheating on him."

"He is cheating on you. Tonight he's with a 21 year old brunette named Kelly. And," he stands and moves over to me, grabbing my wrist lightly and looking intently into my eyes, "you just called me Jason."