Fifty Shades of Steele

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Chapter One

The First Encounter

"I want to have you."

Those were the first words he'd ever spoken to her.

It wasn't unusual for a man to speak this way to Ana, for she was an exotic dancer. The night club she worked at was a high-end, big money place where she made good money- enough to save up and make her dream a reality.

One day, she'd own her own publishing company. Seattle was a good place. She had fun living her life and it was nice to make her own money and do whatever she wanted.

This wasn't her original plan, no. She'd hoped to get another job straight out of college. However, she'd started dancing at twenty-one and the money was so good she just couldn't stop herself.

In a year's time, she'd accumulated a small fortune and the longer she danced, the better she got at her job. At first, it wasn't her. She was a shy, stick to herself kind of girl and while she was good at the job, it was like it turned her into an entire other woman.

When she was working, she didn't even know who she was honestly.

Before, she hadn't had a seductive bone in her body. But, it didn't take long before she was a temptress, a woman that could make any man swoon with ease if they ever caught site of her working.

It was her job, and she quite liked it. There was no remorse or regret for what she did. In fact, she craved it. At least five nights a week she worked and sometimes she went in every day. The money was amazing, the attention was welcome and the good time was something she found herself craving day after day.

There was a diversity of people she came across, and they were almost always interesting, but there was one day in particular that she met a man she knew she'd never forget.

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The first night she saw him, he was in the club, sitting back at one of the farthest tables from the stage. Even from the distance she didn't miss him.

He was the kind of flawless any woman could admire for days. Sexy as hell, dressed in a suit and tie- his copper hair a perfected mess. There was something sophisticated about him that made him seem far beyond his years, even from a glance.

It wasn't long before she was making her rounds early. Going by his table where he sat alone was something she wanted to do sooner rather than later. So, that's just what she did.

All alone and sipping a glass of scotch, Ana went over to him, swaying her hips in her skimpy lingerie. His eyes were on her long before she made it over to him. She found herself gazing into those thunderstorm gray eyes as soon as she was able to capture them completely.

As if she'd lost all her resolve, every ounce of her wits left her, right along with her breath as she stared at him. He looked strong- well toned, even with that suit on. That jawline was perfection, really all of him was. Ana found herself swallowing hard, mouth suddenly dry as he watched her, those cool gray eyes smoldering as the roamed over her barely covered body.

She could make no sense of the thrill she felt at that moment.

Unfortunately, it took her much too long to recover herself and her cheeks had taken on a slight blush by the time she walked closer to lean over his chair, her breasts dangerously close to his face. There was something intimidating about the way he didn't move in the slightest, only regarding her with smoky eyes as if he was waiting- and would do nothing but.

"Hey, sexy… How do you feel about a little private time?"

His only response was a dark, calculating look just before he rose from his seat and without a word. Ana linked her arm with his and led him to the VIP section for a private dance.

Once in the room, she pushed him onto the sofa. While bending over in her stilettos she reached for his tie and slowly went about loosening it. His eyes were so hot and heavy on hers that she had to avoid them completely. He didn't speak to her as most men would and so she opted for silence as well.

Leaning into him, she ran her nose up his torso, inhaling his intoxicating scent all the way. Her lips trailed across his neck next and then she breathed softly by his ear with a quiet hum. There was no missing the slight flinch he made when her teeth tugged gently on his earlobe, and his following shudder was even more noticeable.

To Ana, there was nothing better than those subtle kinds of reactions; especially coming from a man like him.

Straddling his lap then, she went about removing her top slowly, savoring the feel of his eyes on her with every move she made. Hips rocking all the while, she moved gracefully, loving the way his body felt so close to hers.

The dance didn't last nearly as long as she would have liked, and as much as she would have liked to, it was against the rules to give the same man more than one dance before returning to the floor. Though a certain thought had her suggesting another route, one that would work around those rules.

"Had enough? If not you could go for the really special treatment. We could go for thirty minutes, or an hour. But, it's a bit more on the expensive side."

She met his heated gaze in just enough time to catch his brow arch. Ana thought him to be too sexy for his own good and even though she'd been hopeful, she couldn't help but be surprised when he instantly pulled his wallet from the inside of his suit jacket and after a they settled payment, she hurried him along to the champagne room where he would receive an entire hour of her time.

There was a grin on her face that seemed to broaden with each step she took. She was elated to have more time with this man, and for him to have more time with her as well. For some unfathomable reason, Ana found herself extremely curious about him. A large part of her kept screaming that this would be one night she wouldn't so easily forget.

Hello, I'm new here and this is my first fanfic. I do hope you'll enjoy the story which will be as frequently updated as I can manage.

This is something I want to do, to expand my writing, especially when it comes to smut.

I figured if I was going to go for it, might as well share!

Thanks for reading!