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He
cocks
his
head
to
one
side
.
“
Nothing
plain
or
old
about
vanilla
—
it
’
s
a
very
intriguing
flavor
,
”
he
breathes
.
“
Since
when
?
”
“
Since
last
Saturday
.
Why
?
Were
you
hoping
for
something
more
exotic
?
”
My
inner
goddess
pops
her
head
above
the
parapet
.
“
Oh
no
.
I
’
ve
had
enough
exotic
for
one
day
.
”
My
inner
goddess
pouts
at
me
,
failing
miserably
to
hide
her
disappointment
.
“
Sure
?
We
cater
for
all
tastes
here
—
at
least
thirty
-
one
flavors
.
”
He
grins
at
me
lasciviously
.
“
I
’
ve
noticed
,
”
I
reply
dryly
.
He
shakes
his
head
.
“
Come
on
,
Miss
Steele
,
you
have
a
big
day
tomorrow
.
Sooner
you
’
re
in
bed
,
sooner
you
’
ll
be
fucked
,
and
sooner
you
can
sleep
.
”
“
Mr
.
Grey
,
you
are
a
born
romantic
.
”
“
Miss
Steele
,
you
have
a
smart
mouth
.
I
may
have
to
subdue
it
some
way
.
Come
.
”
He
leads
me
down
the
hallway
into
his
bedroom
and
kicks
the
door
closed
.
