This is harder than I thought you have to remember little details that coss together so don't be mad if I forgot something, but I got it done even though I could only find one chance to write during the week can't wait till break.

This covers what Chapter 3 covers in the book. I hope you guys like it.

There will proably be some mistakes, cause I don't have a beta, and you know how it is when you are reading your own work sometimes. Though if anyone would like to beta PM me and we will talk :D

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I check into the Heathman and take the presidential suite. Anastasia is still on my mind. Is she going to call? I hate this…uncertainty. I am not in control of this and I don't like it yet I can't get enough of it. What is it with this woman? She is like the others yet she isn't. Maybe it is the innocence of her that is making me do things that normally wouldn't cross my mind, like showing up at her work.

I get to my suite ordering a bottle of wine from room service and then pull out my phone to call Taylor.

He picks up on the second ring, "Mr. Grey?" I hear some back ground noise and I think I hear daddy in the muffled sounds

"Taylor, are you still with your daughter?" wanting him bring me my stuff, but I am not going to take him away from his child when I have Elliot as a back up.

"Yes, sir."

"When do you give her back to her mother?"

"She expects her back at 10, Mr. Grey, but I can drop her off if I need to."

"No Taylor stay with your daughter, come to the Heathman in the morning and bring the Audi." I order.

"Thank you sir I will be there, what time?"

"At 9." I direct hanging up.

Well Taylor is out so I will risk calling my brother, and hope he isn't pre-occupied.

"Christian, What up bro?" He picks up on the fourth ring.

"You picked up your phone, guessing none of the girls good enough for you?" I tease him slightly.

"Naw, all the same I am going to find some woman somewhere else. You want to tag on Christian?" I can picture the smile glued to his face right now.

I roll my eyes, "How about you come look for women around the Heathman?"

I hear him sigh, "Doing business up there again? Need me to bring you the regular stuff?"

I smirk, "No and yes."

"No business? Then why are you up there?" I can tell I have sparked his interest.

"Maybe I will tell you when you get here." I hang up. Am I going to tell him about Miss Steele? It would be the first woman I would have told any of my family members about. I haven't even told Flynn about her and I am thinking about telling Elliot.

I shake my head. God Miss Steele is getting deeper under my skin.

There is a slight knock on my door, "Room service."

The wine thank god, hopefully it will put me at ease a little from the thought of Miss Steele. I take the bottle and close the door.

I pour myself a glass as I check the never ending stream of emails from work. The freighters I sent have landed without incident in Sudan, is the only email that spikes some interest. Wonder what Anastasia would think if I emailed her?

I shake my head as I put down the blackberry. Stop now Grey, don't scare her off.

I decide to take a shower, as I pour a glass so it will be ready when I am out of the shower.

…

I walk out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist as I take the glass of wine sipping it, checking my phone. No calls. What is taking Elliot so long?

I am waiting for his call, I need my laptop, and now I need a new set of clothes. He will probably stay with me in the room until he finds a girl that will take him back to her place.

My phone buzzes and I answer it on the second ring without seeing who it is, "Grey." I snap my usual welcome.

"Er…Mr. Grey? It's Anastasia Steele." Miss Steele's voice fills my ear, she called I am going to see her again. She sounds nervous, husky, and unsure, I can picture the blush spreading across her cheeks, and her biting that lip. Oh, the lip biting.

"Miss Steele. How nice to hear from you." I notice a change in my own voice. I can say I am pleasantly surprised; maybe I have a chance to get her in my playroom after all.

I hear the change in her breathing over the phone and my cock twitches in response, God Grey. "Um-we'd like to go ahead with the photo shoot for the article." She takes a sharp intake of breath like she was holding it, "Tomorrow, if that's okay. Where would be convenient for you sir?"

I love the sound of sir coming out of her mouth; I feel the smile playing at the corner of my lips.

"I'm staying at the Heathman in Portland. Shall we say nine thirty tomorrow morning?" The sooner the better, this waiting thing will go old fast.

"Okay, we'll see you there." She sounds excited to see me again as I am to see her.

"I look forward to it, Miss Steele," letting the words hang there for a second before I hang up.

You're stupid Grey. She is going to want hearts and flowers, not whips and ropes.

I sit on the couch in my towel sipping on the wine when there is a loud bang on the door. "Christian, open up."

I get up and open the door to find Elliot stupidly grinning with a duffle bag thrown over his shoulder. "Why didn't you call when you got here?" I snap.

"Didn't think I would be walking in on anything, but now…" he glances at my towel, "Has little Christian grown up? Is she hiding in the closet?" He raises an eyebrow coming into the room.

"There is no girl here Elliott now just give me my stuff." I wish I had a certain girl here, but if she was you wouldn't be.

He places the duffel on the couch, "Then why exactly are you all the way out here since you said you aren't out here for business and now you are claiming it isn't a girl."

I shake my head as I grab a set of clothes, "Why don't you keep your nose in your own business?" I mutter going to the bathroom to change.

"Come on Christian, tell me." He whinnies like a three year old, not that he ever acts his age.

I shake my head coming out of the bathroom, "I thought you were going out to a club?"

"I am, but I also want to know about my brother's life," winking.

"Just go Elliot," I say rolling my eyes pulling out my laptop.

He lets out a huff, "Fine but I will find out," he then smiles, "Got to chase some tail," he leaves humming.

I shake my head sitting down at the desk to get some work done for the rest of the night as I try to distract myself from the thought of seeing Miss Steele in the morning.

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I wake up to the sound of my phone going off, "Grey." I snap. I'm usually up before anyone calls I check the time. Shit I over slept.

I stumble out of bed as I am read off numbers and losses. I hate losses I am Christian Grey I never lose. "Fire the CEO and CFO now and liquidate everything. Hopefully we'll at least break even." I snap the order as I hang up the phone.

It's 8:30, I have an hour before I get to see the beautiful Anastasia, and Taylor is going to be here in 30 minutes. Enough time for a shower and breakfast. I call up room service as I strip out of my t-shirt and pajama pants.

I am getting out of the shower walking out to the room in a bath towel to find Elliot, in the clothes from last night and smelling of alcohol, eating my breakfast. "What the fuck Elliot?!" smacking the fork out of his hand glaring.

Elliot just smiles like an idiot his words coming out slurred, "Hey bro you have good taste in food."

I roll my eyes, "You can taste my foot when I shove it so far up your ass it lands in your mouth now Elliot get to bed," I shove him towards the bedroom eating the toast he hadn't gotten to yet. When the phone in the room goes off. Who the fuck is it now?

"Gery." I snap not wanting to ne bothered needing to get dressed.

There is a slightly pause, "Mr. Grey, Sir, Miss Steele and Kavanagh are here for you in room 1003."

My mood automatically shifts, the lovely Anastasia is here, "Good." I hang up getting dressed. Elliot already passed out on top of the covers still in his shoes, so I don't have to deal with him or explain anything as I get ready.

"Mr. Grey?" Taylor calls out from the front of the room.

I come out in gray pants and my typical white button up, "Taylor right on time."

He gives a slight nod, "Yes, sir."

"How was your daughter?" I ask picking at what I have left of my breakfast.

"She is good, Sir," He glances at me, "may I ask why we are here?"

I nod slightly, "I am doing a photo shoot for the WUS student magazine."

Taylor raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything. He knows me well enough I don't do photo shoots unless it is required, but anything to see the woman I can't get out my head.

…

We leave the room 30 minutes later. As we walk into the room where I see Anastasia and her little group set up I try to act impassive suppressing a grin.

Taylor goes to stand in the corner watching, and staying out of the way like he always is, which is why I like him.

"Miss Steele, we meet again." I offer my hand to shake her hand.

She gives me her firm handshake for her delicate frame. He pulls her hand away all too quickly. Wish I could touch more of her body than just her hand.

"Mr. Grey, this is Katherine Kavanagh," she waves towards her friend.

She looks me square in the eye, trying to show me she has a tough skin. I try to hold back a smile but it creeps in slightly, "The tenacious Miss Kavanagh. How do you do? I trust you're feeling better? Anastasia said you were unwell last week." And I am glad you were.

"I'm fine, thank you. Mr. Grey." She shakes my hand firmly. She knows her place I could never take her to my playroom unless I was willing to be the submissive which is long behind me. "Thank you for taking the time to do this," she adds with a polite smile.

"It's a pleasure," I glance at Miss Steele, the pleasure will be all mine.

"This is José Rodriguez, out photographer," She says as she grins at him.

"Mr. Grey." He nods seeming not liking me.

"Mr. Rodriguez," Who the fuck is he? Is he the boy friend? I look him over, he seems the right age for her and she smiled at him, but I remember her reactions to me. Hate not having control over this.

"Where would you like me?" Mr. Rodriguez asks his tone defensive. Well, well, well looks like Miss Steele has a line of men after her.

Miss Kavanagh steps in, well we see who is clearly running the show, "Mr. Grey – if you could sit, please?" Be careful of the lighting cables. And then we'll do a few standing, too."

I take the seat given to me when I am blinded by lights followed by a mumbled apology. The boy snaps away as I try to do what I need to do without staring at Anastasia the whole time, but a few times our eyes lock together as she looks away blushing.

"Enough sitting." Miss Katherine directs taking control, I like that just not in my women, "standing, Mr. Grey?" she asks in a way that there is only one right answer.

I stand as the boy that blinded me takes the chair and Mr. Rodriguez starts taking more pictures, "I think we have enough," he stands the shutter going off once more before he starts to pack up.

"Great, Thank you again, Mr. Grey." Miss Kavanagh says politely as she shakes my hand followed by Mr. Rodriguez.

"I look forward to reading the article, Miss Kavanagh," this is now or never Grey do it, I turn to Anastasia, "Will you walk with me, Miss Steele?" First time for me doing that, say yes.

"Sure," she says softly blushing glancing at her friends. Miss Kavanagh looking at her shrugging slightly, not sure what to make of it, and the boy scowling, she said yes to me, I have an urge to stick out my tongue at him, god am I 27 of fuck sake I can't help but smile.

"Good day to you all," I open the door for Anastasia, ladies first and I get a chance to look at her fine ass.

She waits fidgeting, oh how I would love to put a stop to that with a riding crop, I follow her out with Taylor following behind me, "I'll call you Taylor."

Taylor nods and starts to retreat down the hall back to my room. "I wondered if you would join me for coffee this morning." I have just officially asked a girl on a date. The line a first time for everything comes to mind.

"I have to drive everyone home," she says twisting her fingers together and biting her lip.

Oh god that lip, no way in hell am I going to let her slip away that easily. "Taylor," I call out as he turns back around. "Are they based at the university?" I ask softly and she answers with a nod of her head. "Taylor can take them. He's my driver. We have a larger 4X4 here, so he'll be able to take the equipment, too."

"Mr. Grey?" Taylor asks once he is close enough.

"Please, can you drive the photographer, his assistant, and Miss Kavanagh back home?" Did I just say please?

"Certainly, sir." Taylor swiftly replies.

"There. Now can you join me for coffee?" I can't help but smile, I took away your only excuse to say no.

She frowns, that isn't good, "Um – Mr. Grey, er – this really…look, Taylor doesn't have to drive them home. I'll swap vehicles with Kate, if you give me a moment." I grin down at her, she is staying with me. I open the door for her as she re-enters.

Taylor looks at me questioningly.

I sigh, "God ahead ask me I know you want to."

Taylor holds back a smile, "She is why we are here?"

I nod slightly, "Yes, I can't seem to get my mind off her."

Taylor nods slightly turning to go back to the room not needing to take them home anymore.

I wait outside the door leaning on the wall as muffled sounds come through the door, but I can't understand what they are saying.

She comes out smiling "Okay, let's do coffee," she blushes as she says this.

I grin as I straighten up, "After you, Miss Steele." I hold out my hand for her to go first. We walk down the hall towards the elevators in silence. What are you going to ask her now Grey. You asked her on a date now what? Would you like to see my playroom?No. What do you say now? Just keep it simple.

"How long have you know Katherine Kavanagh?" simple enough, break the ice, and she does talk more when it isn't about her.

"Since our freshmen year. She's a good friend."

"Hmm," dominant personality like Miss Kavanagh and submissive one like Miss Steele. Opposites attract it seems. I press the button as the doors slid open to a couple locked in a passionate embrace. The couple jump apart going beet red not daring a glance at us as we enter. No need to stop, I wouldn't, especially with Miss Steele.

I glance down at her trying to keep the smile off my face as the thought of taking the couples place with Miss Steele pleases me and I feel it in my pants. Oh god.

As the doors open after an awkward ride down to the first floor I reach out and grasp Anastasia's hand and head her out of the elevator. A shock going through our hands as they touch. The couple giggling as we leave, "What is it about elevators?" I mutter.

I cross the busy lobby quickly avoiding the revolving doors, having on plans of letting go of her hand as I make my first public appearance with any woman besides Mia or my mother at my side.

I know where I want to go and I lead her to the corner as we wait to cross the street. I glance down to see her grinning, and I smile at the sight. She said yes to me.

I take her to the Portland Coffee House and drop her hand to get the door. I know how to treat you right in every way, "Why don't you choose a table while I get the drinks? What would you like?"

"I'll have…um – English Breakfast tea, bag out."

Hmmm, interesting I'll have to remember that. I lift my eyebrow, "No coffee?"

"I'm not keen on coffee."

I smile, "Okay, bag out tea. Sugar?" I will know everything about you down to the littlest thing Miss Steele, a background check can't give you everything.

"No thanks," she knots her fingers.

"Anything to eat?" She should eat something it is almost lunch time.

"No thank you." She shakes her head.

Can't force her, can't force her. I chant in my head as I go wait in line. You are doing good Grey take it slow. I run my hands through my hair. I am making progress, but I need to warn her somehow about me. I am not hearts and flowers, but I can't even think about her being gone. She has been on my mind for over a week and I haven't had sex with her, hell we haven't even kissed, the most I have done is hold her hand. No woman has been able to hold my interest that long without at least something.

I get a tray consisting of her tea, with the bag out, a muffin and a coffee, of me. I return back to the table finding her looking down at her hands and biting that god damn lip of hers. "Penny for your thoughts?" I ask making her jump a little.

She shakes her head slightly blushing, a deep red, as I set down the tray, god I wish she would tell me what she is thinking. I sit down as I prompt her again, "Your thoughts?" I ask as she takes her tea.

"This is my favorite tea." Her voice is breathy and husky, but she is hiding something, I frown. Come on Miss Steele tell me there is so much I want to know.

She puts her tea bag in the water then takes it out again, I look at her questioningly, "I like my teas black and weak," a little odd, but I will remember that.

"I see. Is he your boyfriend?" I shift suddenly needing to know now.

"Who?" she asks taken back.

"The photographer. José Rodriguez." I explain as she lets out a nervous laugh, is that a yes? Is this just a friendly coffee?

"No." Oh thank god, "José's is a good friend of mine that's all. Why did you think he was my boyfriend?"

"The way you smiled at him, and he at you." I look into her beautiful blue eyes, I could get lost in them easily.

"He's more like family," she explains in a whisper.

I nod as I start on my muffin. I find her staring at my hands as I take back the paper. I smile amused, "Do you want some?"

She frowns and stares at her hands, "No thanks."

Suddenly I remember the boy from the store yesterday, she said told me yesterday he wasn't but, "And the boy I met yesterday, at the store. He's not your boyfriend?" just covering my bases.

"No. Paul's just a friend. I told you yesterday. Why do you ask?"

So I know that I can somehow get you to look at my contract and "You seem nervous around men."

She goes red again, oh I love that affect on her, "I find you intimidating." She admits, but looks down cutting off my view to her eyes. Look at me.

I take in a sharp breath in as she is honest with me, "You should find me intimidating. You're very honest. Please don't look down. I like to see your face." The fuck? There is that please again. You are going soft Grey.

She glances up as I give her a smile, "It give me some sort of clue what you might be thinking, you're a mystery, Miss Steele." Where did that come from? I can't hold my tongue around her.

"There's nothing mysterious about me," she says flatly. You have no idea.

"I think you're very self-contained," I reply then smirk slightly, "Except when you blush, of course, which is often. I just wish I knew what you were blushing about." I take a bite of my muffin staring at her intently. I wonder if I could get her too…and there it is, she turns beet red.

"Do you always make such personal observations?" She asks playing with the end of her hair.

Oh god I offended her, "I hadn't realized I was. Have I offended you?"

"No," she answers sincerely.

"Good."

"But you're very high handed." I raise my eyebrows and feel like my cheeks flush slightly.

"I'm used to getting my own way, Anastasia, in all things." You said yourself I am a control freak.

"I don't doubt it. Why haven't you asked me to call you by your first name?" What? No one calls me that but my family, and a few others, but I do like the way you said it.

"The only people who use my given name are my family and a few close friends. That's the way I like it." I shrug simply, I like control.

I eat another bite as she sips her tea, I wonder what she is thinking.

"Are you an only child?" of course I already know this.

"Yes."

"Tell me about your parents." I order. I want to know everything.

"My mom lives in Georgia with her new husband, Bob. My stepdad lives in Montesano."

"Your father?"

"My father dies when I was a baby?"

"I'm sorry." Why did I ask that? I already knew.

"I don't remember him."

"And your mother remarried?" I ask confirming what I already know.

"You could say that," she says with a snort.

I frown, "You're not giving much away, are you?" I state rubbing my chin thoughtfully.

"Neither are you,"

I smirk shaking my head slightly, "You've interviewed me once already, and I can recollect some quite probing questions then."

On cue she goes red, hoping I forget the gay question, which isn't likely. The she starts talking as if to make up for it, "My mom is wonderful. She's an incurable romantic. She's currently on her fourth husband," He glances at me as I raise my eyebrows in surprise, not at the information, but that she is telling me this willingly, "I miss her. She has Bob now. I just hope he can keep an eye on her and pick up the pieces when her harebrained schemes don't go as planned."

I watch her intently sipping my coffee, her lips brushing together as she speaks. Keep her talking, "Do you get along with your stepfather?"

"Of course. I grew up with him. He's the only father I know," that explains why she carries Steele.

"And what's he like?" I cock my head to the side slightly.

"Ray? He's…taciturn"

"That's it?" I raise an eyebrow. All she has to say about him?, "Taciturn like his stepdaughter." I prompt.

She sighs giving in, "He likes soccer – European soccer especially – and bowling, and fly-fishing, and making furniture. He's a carpenter. Ex-army." Like Taylor.

"You lived with him?"

"Yes. My mom met Husband Number Three when I was fifteen. I stayed with Ray."

I frown, why wouldn't she want to be with her mom? "You didn't want to live with your mom?" I am prying don't push her Grey.

"Husband Number Three lived in Texas. My home was in Montesano. And…you know, my mom was newly married." Don't want to walk in on your mom doing the dirty Miss Steele? I hold back a smirk.

"Tell me about your parents," she asks. Looks like Miss Steele wants to play too.

I shrug, "My dad's a lawyer, my mom is a pediatrician. They live in Seattle."

She take a moment to process this, you would know this if you did some research before you interviewed me Miss Steele. "What do your siblings do?" you would have known that too.

"Elliot's in construction and my little sister is in Paris, studying cookery under some renowned French chef." I say passively not wanting to go over my family or my life.

She seems to sense my irritation switching topics, "I hear Paris is lovely."

"It's beautiful. Have you been?" I could take you show you the city of love.

"I've never left mainland USA."

"Would you like to go?" alone with Miss Steele in Paris imagine the possibilities.

"To Paris," she squeaks surprised, "of course, but it's England I'd really like to visit."

I run my finger across my lip thinking that over, I'll have to take her some time, but why England. "Because?"

She is staring at my lips as she blinks a few times before meeting my eyes, "It's the home of Shakespeare, Austen, the Brontë sisters, Thomas Hardy. I'd like to see the places that inspired those people to write such wonderful books." Book worm type through and through, I like that.

"I'd better go. I have to study," she say after a glance at her watch. No don't leave when will I see you again.

"For your exams?" I will see her when I give her, her diploma, but there is more of that fucking waiting shit.

"Yes. They start Tuesday."

"Where's Miss Kavanagh's car?"

"In the hotel parking lot."

"I'll walk you back." I stand running my hand through my hair.

"Thank you for the tea Mr. Grey."

I grin down at her as I hold out my hand, "You're welcome, Anastasia. It's my pleasure. Come." I order. She takes my hand as we walk back to the hotel in a silence.

I want to hear her voice, ask her something, I glance down at the jeans covering her legs, I would like to peel her out of those, "Do you always wear jeans?"

"Mostly," what a shame, you should show those legs of yours off.

We are back at the cross walk when out of nowhere she ask, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

I hold back a chuckle at the thought, but my lips turn up at the corners, "No, Anastasia. I don't do the girlfriend thing," I say softly to her. I like other things. Things I would like to introduce you to sometime soon.

She looks up at me for further explanation, but now is not the time. She starts to walk ahead of me still holding my hand, and just like when she came in my office she trips over nothing.

"Shit, Ana!" I shout as I jerk her arm back and she crushes into my chest just as a cyclist goes pass missing her but a hair going the wrong way on the street.

I am holding her close to my chest with one arm looking down at her, "Are you Okay?" having her this close I can help but stroke her face. Playing it off like I am examining her from what just happened.

I brush my thumb slightly across her lip when I hear her breathing hike as she stares into my eyes with her blue ones, then they move to my lips. She wants me to kiss her. How I would love to bring my lips to hers and work my tongue through her mouth, but I can't. I don't have the right paperwork.

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