In the few hours between leaving the bedroom and coming back to it, Christian had showered, booted and suited, brushed his teeth and managed to gather breakfast on a tray. On his way back to her, he plucked a yellow daisy from the arrangement in the great room and lay it across the tray. And then it was up the stairs and into the bedroom without spilling a single drop of the orange juice. He knocked gently, and when there was no response, he backed into the room and crossed it quickly. The tray was set down on a nightstand and he lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed. "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey," said in a sing-song voice.

Hopefully, he'd remembered to do something about her discarded and now useless panties, since they'd been left in a torn heap on the stairs. As he entered the room, Heather stirred a little, long legs stretching out beneath the sheets as one hand rose to rub at her forehead. But his voice was what woke her, blue eyes blinking open in surprise at finding him still there. She'd been expecting a P.A. with a hired car and a bagel, and a stern reminder about the NDA, if she was perfectly honest. Seeing Christian all squeaky clean and yummy, and right there, however, brought a lazy, come-hither smile to her face. "Mmmm, good morning, Mr Moretz."

"Good morning, Miss Garabedian," he smiled and lifted the orange juice from the tray to offer it to her. "Did you sleep well?" He seemed truly interested. As far as any mess they'd made in the heat of their passionate night, his housekeeper was on top of it and the panties had been discarded. Even the bathtub had been drained and wiped down. The tray beside the bed contained a plate of pancakes with bacon, scrambled eggs and some home fries. There were two acetaminophen tablets, as well.

She stretched once again, ignoring the fact that she was naked beneath the sheet, and sat up, rubbing a hand through her hair to tame it a little bit. "Oh, I had a glorious night, thank you very much," she flashed him a smirk that was filled with all kinds of promise. Her gaze flickered over the tray, noting with approval the tablets, which she picked up and swallowed with her first mouthful of orange juice. "You often bring random girls breakfast in bed?"

"No, not usually," he took the leisure of scooting up the bed to take a lean against the headboard. "But, it's the least I could do after what I did to you last night." He looked down at his manicured hands and picked at his thumbnail a bit. Last night had been magnificent, but he wasn't sure how Heather felt about what was said and done. Did she really want more?

"Did to me?" She laughed, wriggling to tuck the sheet around herself under her arms, twisting to watch him lean back comfortably. "I kind remember it differently. I think I did a whole lot of begging, personally." She offered him her bright grin, glad she'd washed her makeup off early the night before. No panda eyes, no caked foundation - just fresh-faced Heather and her sparkly blue eyes. "Didn't I ask you to marry me, too?"

Christian laughed at the memory and nodded his head. "You did. Things said in the heat of the moment..." he waved his hand dismissively and rolled his eyes. Turning his attention back to her, he regained his impassive stare. But his eyes were troubled. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

She stared at him, chewing hurriedly to swallow and answer his troubled question quite honestly. "No," she told him with absolute confidence. "I mean, sure, I'm a little bit sore this morning, but trust me, that's totally a good thing." Even her rear end wasn't feeling abused, but then only three spanks from his bare hand weren't enough to leave a lasting impression. "Why, did I hurt you?"

"No!" And then, more gently, "No, I was just worried, that's all." He went back to the moment just after the third slap. and he sighed. "You were trembling, all over. Like you were frightened." Christian looked up then, into her sparkling blue eyes. "I just don't want you to be scared of me, Heather."

She bit her lip, a blush lighting up her cheeks as she set her cutlery down for a moment, twisting the sheet a little tighter about herself as she, too, went back to that moment. Only she had a far different perspective than he did. "I wasn't frightened," she promised him, her glance flickering to his before sliding away as she smiled to herself, a little embarrassed to even be admitting this. "I was, uh ... I was kinda getting into it."

Well, hello! He sat up a bit straighter and a slow smile creased his cheeks. "Really? I stopped because I thought you were afraid but were too stubborn to use the safe word." There was awe in his eyes when he looked at her now. "Are you sure you've never done anything like that before?" And now he was teasing and being playful.

She shrugged, shaking her head. "I've had my ass slapped by idiots, but ..." There was that blush again, lighting up her skin as her gaze slid away from his almost shyly. "No, I've never done anything like that before. I, uh ..." She drew in a deep breath, taking a slow drink from her glass. "I wouldn't mind, maybe, learning a bit more about it. Although I'm really not academic. If it's all theory, then I won't remember any of it."

Christian wanted to reach across the bed and hug her, she was so adorable when she flushed like that. But, he remained still, allowing her to finish her breakfast. "Oh no, it's not all theory. It's all about learning what limits you can be stretched to," said with a bit of a smirk as he nabbed a piece of bacon from the tray and began to munch thoughtfully. "Shouldn't you call your brother?"

"Well, that depends what the time is," Heather admitted with a smile. "He looked like he was getting lucky last night, so he might be sleeping it off still. What is the time, by the way?" She bit off a piece of bacon, her eyes scanning over the room curiously. "And, uh ... where are my clothes?"

Christian flicked a glance down at his watch, shrugged, and then turned his head to look back at her. "It's one thirty in the afternoon and your clothes are being washed, dried and pressed as we speak," he paused a second and then chuckles. "Except for the panties. There was no saving them."

"Wow. I guess I should cal Ryan before he starts trying to track you down then," Heather laughed, shaking her head. "Is it okay if I have a shower before I get dressed and have to do the walk of shame?" Because there was no way in hell anyone who saw her was going to think she was dressed up like that for an afternoon stroll. "My cell should be in my bag ... which was downstairs. Hmm."

Christian tapped the side of his nose, then pointed to the chaise. Her purse lay upon it. "Of course you can take a shower. You're not a prisoner here Miss Garabedian," he chuckled. "As soon as you've finished your plate. Your clothes should be ready by the time you're done with the shower." His staff was very good at what they did. They were unobtrusive, loyal and trustworthy almost to a fault. "Are you enjoying your breakfast?"

"I ..." She looked down at her plate, mischief rising up in her expression as she bit her lower lip once again, stifling a soft snicker. "It's good, thank you," she nodded to him, turning her eyes back to his face as she added, "It'd be better with some sausage, though." And there was that wicked mischief once again in the playful sweep of her gaze down his chest to his crotch and back up again, capped off with a teasing wink.

Christian laughs, shaking his head slowly. "I do believe you suffer from nymphomania, Miss Garabedian. I've never seen a woman with such an appetite." He looked at her with a brow raised in curiosity. "I begin to wonder if I'll ever be able to keep up with you." And, of course, that was said teasingly. The only reason why he'd stopped earlier that morning was because the egg shaped tanks between his legs had been completely ran dry. "I guess I'll just have to do more cardio."

She giggled, swallowing a last mouthful of juice before twisting about to face him properly. "Sounds like it'd be fun gettin' your stamina up to speed," she teased him back. God, you look even better in daylight. Rather bravely, she moved to crawl over to him, brushing her lips over his in a gentle kiss. One hand held the sheet to protect her modesty, the other drew her fingertips along his jawline.

"I look forwards to it," he smiled and then hummed into the kiss. "Hello," he murmured softly. He placed his hand to the middle of her back and traced the outlines of her vertebra as his hand slid down. "You are insatiable, aren't you?" His eyes closed and his head canted as he caught her in a deeper, but no less softer kiss. The tip of his tongue just dancing along her lower lip. And then smack! His hand rested on her rump where it had landed, very loudly.

Her smile softened at his murmured hello, lips parting as she looked over his face from incredibly close to. "Hey," she whispered back to him, shivering at the passage of his hand down her spine. Even through the sheet around her, it felt too hot, leaving her skin tingling in his wake. And suddenly ... smack! Heather yelped, her whole body swaying forward as her ass woke up to the sting of his hand, warm beneath his palm. And this time, there was no protest or uncertainty. She laughed, biting his lower lip and tugging with a soft growl. "I thought you said you would wait for permission before doing that?"

With his lips still to hers, he laughed softly. "Oh, that was just a playful little smack." And now it was time to shut up. Bringing his arms around her, he kissed her hungrily and tenderly. She tasted of maple syrup, bacon and Heather. Quite a delicious combination. And then, with a sigh, he pulled away from her and stood up. "I'm keeping you," but he smiled when he said it. Reaching down, he gently caressed her cheek with his knuckles, then cupped her chin. "Enjoy your shower." He bent to kiss her briefly on the lips, then turned and left the room.