The first appointment

I look at myself in the mirror and check everything from head toe. My hair, straight and brown, there's nothing to do with it; it always looks kind of messy, even though I try. I comb it and try to tame it. God, it is giving me so much trouble today. I quit to the idea of carrying it loose and decide to tie it in a bun. Yes, besides a bun makes me look more serious, less young.

Why the hell would Flynn want to talk to me?

I keep going and make it to my face, pale as always. Sometimes I think I haven't got any color back since I came back from seeing my mother in Georgia. Georgia and the quick visit from Christian, which ended before I expected it. Now I know it was because of Leila. I get sick to my stomach when I remember that my man bathed her in my apartment and dressed her with my clothes. I get even paler. My subconscious laughs at me and reminds me that I have an appointment with Flynn and I don't want to look sick. I take a deep breath and like a reflex, take the blush and put it on my cheeks. Better, much better. I look at the time, shit, if I keep going like this I'm going to be late.

I'm wearing high waist black slacks, boot cut. A plum color blouse with a flirtatious bow in the back and high heels, very high.

I take my purse and rush outside towards the elevator at Escala.

Miss Prescott gets up quickly and follows me. I had forgotten that I can't go out alone. Since the Charly Tango sabotage, security has multiply to infinite. I look at her without sympathy. I know it's not her fault, but I hate that she has to follow me everywhere. I hope she leaves me alone with doctor Flynn, there are things that she cannot know. I blush just thinking about her face if she found out about the red room.

I think about that while we go down on the elevator towards the garage. The elevator doors open and Prescott gives me a sign. It's the usual, she goes out first, check everything out and then I can come out. As always, she is driving.

"Doctor Flynn's office" – I say and the girl carries me automatically to the place. I wonder if Welch or Christian gave her a list of the places I can go. Of course they did, my subconscious laughs. I try not to think about it. I grab my Black Berry and type a quick message:

To: Christian Grey

From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Doctor Flynn

My dear fiancé,

As I told you last night, doctor Flynn asked me to go see him. I'm writing just so you know I'm on my way, and pretty well accompanied by me very good friend, miss Prescott.

Yours,

Ana

Anastassia Steele

Editor SIP

I press send and go back to think about why the good doctor would want to see me. It is true that our conversation ended up abruptly last time. Christian got in without announce, but I thought we were finished. Christian, my frightened little boy, my bossy man, my fiancé. I'm far away, very far away, remembering his hug. The sound of my Black Berry brings me out of my dream. It's a message from Christian.

To: Anastasia Steele

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Don't you dare dance with him

My much loved fiancee,

I remember perfectly your appointment with the nosy doctor Flynn. I'm glad Prescott is going with you. I feel calmer.

Don't you even think of dancing with doctor Flynn. The hands of that man will be on you just one time, okay?

Yours

Christian

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, INC.

I laugh to myself and remember the charity ball at the Grey's house, and the auction and the bet for my first dance. How embarrassing.

-"We are here Miss Steele" – Prescott says impassible.

-"Oh, thank you Prescott" – Se gets out to open my door.

We walk to the elevator where she presses the call button. It's quiet. This woman is so foreign to me. Once in the elevator I look at myself in the huge mirror and I check my look again, yes, I'm ready to face Flynn.

-"Thank you for coming Ana" doctor Flynn says smiling and shaking my hand. "Can I call you Ana wright?" It sounds more like an assessment than a question.

I take a sit. –"Yes, of course doctor" I don't feel like asking the same, what's his name? John? Tom? Anyway, better keep the distance at the beginning. After all, he is my future husband's doctor, wright?

"Take a sit Ana, make yourself comfortable".

Comfortable? How am I going to feel comfortable? The eyes of this man feel like daggers through my body. I sit down and cross my legs, put my hands on them and smile to doctor Flynn: "You'll say doctor".

"Yes, of course Ana, let's get straight to the point. Before we begin I would like to congratulate you on your engagement with Christian". –I blush, what is this all about? -"Thanks" I answer.

"The truth is, my dear Ana, that you have made more progress with him in months, than I in years of therapy".

He told me that already, the first time I was here. Does he think I forgot? Wasn't he going to get straight to the point? I don't want to sound impertinent. I decide to remain quiet and answer with a smile.

Doctor Flynn sees my discomfort and gives me just one line:

-"Well, it's not because of him I asked you to come, it's because of you".

I open my eyes wide like plates, blink surprised and answer barely with a whisper "Because of me?"

Flynn goes with the speech: "Ana, when I saw you at the Grey's charity ball, you looked stunningly beautiful. Gorgeous, I would say". While I'm listening, every muscle in my body is tense, what does this man want? What does he pretend? Is he flirting with me? Oh! Christian will not like this.

"Thank you" I answer uncomfortable.

Then, Flynn looks at me quietly and asks: "Why are you thanking me Anastasia?"

Quiet, I doubt, "uh, I don't know what to say doctor. I guess that's a polite answer for a compliment like the one you just told me".

-"Compliment?" he asks.

-"Compliment" I answer a little upset. What is this, for god's sake?

-"Well, it doesn't sound like a compliment to me Ana, it's the truth.

Now I'm really lost. This man made me come here to tell me I'm pretty? My head is spinning and I fidget on my sit. I'm not comfortable. I don't know what to say. I hold my breath.

-"What do you have to say about that Ana?"

Hesitant, I try to form a sentence or two, I take a deep breath: "uh, well, the truth is that the dress was really pretty…" Flynn interrupts me: "You are pretty Ana". He says it calmly, like he's saying an obvious truth. "What are you trying to do Flynn? I don't like your game" I say suddenly.

Flynn opens his eyes in shock, then recovers and smiles: "Alright Ana, I think we are letting loose a little". I look at him without blinking. "I want you to tell me why you don't see what everybody else sees, why don't you like yourself Ana?"

That's why he made me come; now I realize. I remember the first time I was here. I remember my words, why would Christian like me. I remember his answer.