[Ana hadn't even felt desire until she met Christian, but he'd made her come alive with it. but that desire had only ever been for Christian. the idea of having sex three times a month with relative strangers is horrifying and the contract reminds her uncomfortably of her contract with Christian]

Oh. Okay. I hope they have something close to English Breakfast tea.

[so that she doesn't fidget with them, she folds her hands together on the table.

and at his offer, she blinks in mild surprise] You don't have to do that. I have money, or what passes for money here.