"No, but I'm not going to stop you wearing it. You look stunning, Anastasia." Abruptly he withdraws his finger, leaving me wanting more, and he moves around to face me. He places the tip of his invading finger on my lower lip. Instinctively, I pucker my lips and kiss it, and I'm rewarded with a wicked grin. He puts his finger in his mouth and his expression informs me that I taste good . . . real good. I flush. Will it always shock me when he does that?
He grasps my hand.
"Come," he orders softly. I want to retort that I was about to, but in light of what happened in the playroom yesterday, I decide against it.
We are waiting for dessert in a plush, exclusive restaurant in town. It's been a lively evening so far, and Mia is determined it should continue and that we must go clubbing. Right now she's sitting silently - for once - hanging on Ethan's every word as he and Christian talk. Mia is obviously infatuated with Ethan, and Ethan is . . . well it's difficult to tell. I don't know if they are just friends or if there's something more.
Christian seems at ease. He's been talking animatedly with Ethan -
they obviously bonded over the fly-fishing. They're talking about psychology, mainly. Ironically, it's Christian who sounds the more knowledgeable. I snort softly as I half listen to their conversation, sadly acknowledging that his expertise is the result of his experience with so many shrinks.
You're the best therapy. His words, whispered while we were making love once, echo in my head. Am I? Oh, Christian, I hope so. I glance over at Kate. She looks beautiful, but then she always does. She and Elliot are less lively. He seems nervous, his jokes a little too loud and his laugh a little off. Have they had a fight? What's eating him? Is it that woman? My heart sinks at the thought that he might hurt my best friend. I glance at the entrance, half expecting to see Gia calmly saunter her well-groomed ass across the restaurant to us. My mind is playing tricks - I suspect it's the amount of alcohol I've had. My head is beginning to ache.
Abruptly, Elliot startles us all by standing and pulling his chair back so it scrapes across the tile floor. All eyes turn to him. He gazes down at Kate for one moment then drops to one knee beside her. Oh. My. God.
He reaches for her hand, and silence settles like a blanket over the entire restaurant as everyone stops eating, stops talking, stops walking, and stares.
"My beautiful Kate, I love you. Your grace, your beauty, and your fiery spirit have no equal, and you have captured my heart. Spend your life with me. Marry me."
Holy shit!
Chapter Fourteen
The attention of the entire restaurant is trained on Kate and Elliot, waiting as one with bated breath. The anticipation is unbearable. Silence stretches like a taut rubber band. The atmosphere is oppressive, apprehensive and yet hopeful throughout the room.
Kate stares blankly at Elliot as he gazes up at her, his eyes wide with longing - fear even. Holy crap, Kate! Put him out of his misery. Please. Jeez - he could have asked her privately. A single tear trickles down her cheek, though she remains expressionless. Shit! Kate crying? Then she smiles, a slow disbelieving I-think-I've-discovered-the-fabled-lost-city-of-El-Dorado smile.
"Yes," she whispers, a breathy, sweet acceptance - not Kate-like at all. For one nanosecond there's a pause as the entire restaurant exhales a collective sigh of relief - and then the noise is deafening. Spontaneous applause, cheering, catcalls, whooping - and suddenly I have tears rolling down my face, smudging my Barbie-meets-Joan-Jett makeup.
Oblivious to the commotion around them, the two are locked in their own bubble. From his pocket Elliot produces a small box, opens it and presents it to Kate. A ring . . . and from what I can see, an exquisite ring, but I need a closer look. Oh no - Is that what he was doing with Gia? Choosing a ring? Shit! Oh, I'm so glad I didn't tell Kate. Kate looks from the ring to Elliot then throws her arms around his neck. They kiss, remarkably chaste for them, and the crowd goes wild. Elliot stands and acknowledges the approbation with a surprisingly graceful bow then, wearing a huge self-satisfied grin, sits back down. I can't take my eyes off them. Taking the ring out of its box, Elliot gently slides it onto Kate's finger, and they kiss once more. Christian squeezes my hand - I didn't realize I'd been gripping his so tightly. I release him, a little embarrassed, and he shakes his hand, mouthing, "Ow. "
"Sorry. Did you know about this?" I whisper.
Christian smiles, and I know that he did. He summons the waiter.
"Two bottles of the Cristal please. The 2002 if you have it."
I smirk at him.
"What?" he asks.
"Because the 2002 is so much better than the 2003," I tease. He laughs. "To the discerning palate, Anastasia."
"You have a very discerning palate, Mr. Grey, and singular tastes." I smile.
"That I do, Mrs. Grey." He leans in close. "You taste best," he whispers, and he kisses a certain spot behind my ear, sending little shivers down my spine. I blush scarlet and fondly remember his earlier demonstration of the quite literal shortcomings of my dress. Mia is the first up to hug Kate and Elliot, and we all take turns congratulating the happy couple. I clutch Kate in a fierce hug.
"See? He was just worried about his proposal," I whisper.
"Oh, Ana." She giggle-sobs.
"Kate, I am so happy for you. Congratulations."
Christian is behind me. He shakes Elliot's hand, then - surprising both Elliot and me - pulls him into a hug. I can only just catch what he says.
"Way to go, Lelliot," he murmurs. Elliot says nothing - for once stunned into silence - then cautiously returns his brother's hug. Lelliot?
"Thanks, Christian," Elliot chokes out.