As everyone on Twitter keeps reminding me – 18 June is Christian’s birthday.
Below is a teensy-weensy out take I wrote for my dear friend Raizie – back in the day. Raizie – I hope you don’t mind me sharing.
Christian sits cross-legged on our bed and eyes the package with a mixture of suspicion and glee.
“Happy Birthday,” I whisper excited and apprehensive at once at his reaction. Long fingers caress the silver paper and the tips of one finger and thumb glide down the satin silver ribbon.
“Nice ribbon.” He grins.
“I thought so.” I cock my head to one side and smirk.
“Part of the present?”
“If you like.”
“Mrs Grey, I always like, you know that.” His eyes darken with wicked promise and I can’t help my answering grin.
Slowly he unfastens the ribbon… taking his sweet time and peels back the paper, then the tissue paper. He freezes… staring at my gift and I hold my breath. What feels like an eternity later he looks up at me bemused.
“It’s a floral shirt,” he whispers.
“It has flowers on it.”
“Yes. A white shirt with tiny blue flowers on it, I thought you might want a departure from plain white. It’s smart casual. Wear it with jeans. Not for the office. I think you’ll look hot in it.”
He gazes at me, gray eyes giving nothing away.
“You will,” I add.
“Yes. Very hot.”
“Oh. Okay.” He seems mollified. He holds it up and appraises it once more. Then nods and tosses it to one side.
“Now. This ribbon.” He grabs the discarded ribbon.
“What about the ribbon.” Suddenly I’m breathless.
“It’s time for next part of my present.” He lunges at me and I squeal…
Happy Birthday Christian…