Ana struggled to balance her phone between her shoulder and her ear as she hurried to catch her flight. Thinking back, she realized that fussing over what to wear and how her hair looked probably wasn't the best allocation of her time if she was going to miss her flight. Then again, she needed everything to be perfect, so maybe it was worth it.

"Kate, are you sure he's staying at the Refinery Hotel?" Ana's phone started to slip from its place wedged against her shoulder as she pulled her small suitcase along after her.

"You're his girlfriend, shouldn't you know? Does he even know you're going to New York to meet him?" Kate responded in her typical brisk, no-nonsense manner.

"You know how he is when he's on a business trip, all work and no play. I wanted to surprise him. Anyway, it's our one year anniversary and I want it to be perfect."

"If you're wearing the red set I gave you, then it'll definitely be perfect. Not that you guys have any problems in that department."

"You're so right." Ana sighed into the phone and giggled as her nerves started to dissipate. "And yes, I'm wearing the red lace."

"Good girl, now don't do anything I wouldn't do. Or do. God knows you deserve some relaxation with your man."

Final boarding call for Delta flight 1074 from Sea Tac to JFK.

"Okay, gotta go, I'll text you when I land." Ana said.

"Have fun!"

"Ros, goddamn it, you said they would settle for 1.5 million!" Christian knew his anger would typically cause grown men to quiver in their Armani suits, but not his second in command.

"Christian…" Her tone was even and unaffected. Christian paused, and counted back from ten. Flynn's words echoed in his now chaotic mind, lashing out doesn't help anyone.

"I know. They wasted your time, and now they're wasting mine. I'll spend the night in New York and fly back tomorrow. Shred their contract, I'm not doing business with them anymore."

"Will do, have a safe trip."

Christian hung up the phone without saying goodbye. He paced in the lobby of his hotel and ran his hand through his already messy hair. Being in New York limited his typical stress-releasing activities. Fuck, workout, fuck again. Damn, I really just need a drink.

As he continued to pace, he seemed to be attracting the attention of everyone else in the lobby. He was already too annoyed to deal with their attention, so he stalked out of the gilded hotel doors to the nearest up-scale wine shop.

Ana took a deep breath as she walked away from the concierge desk at the Refinery Hotel. Of course he would get the penthouse, Ana giggled to herself. Typical.

Once she got in the elevator, she fidgeted with her clothes, smoothing out any wrinkles and pulling at the lines of her thigh-highs. For the first time today, she felt sexy and ready to surprise her boyfriend.

The elevator dinged as it reached the last floor, revealing a short hallway that led to the two large double doors of the penthouse suit. Ana held her breath, reveling in the excitement of seeing the look on his surprised face when he opened the door. She couldn't wait any longer, so she rasped on the door with urgency.

She smiled and straightened up as she heard footsteps approach the door and click the lock open.

Instead of the man she was expecting, a twiggy brunette answered the door. Ana's smile faltered for a second. She looked behind her, there's only one penthouse suite right? This couldn't be right. Ana looked to the confused girl in front of her. The brunette was wearing a man's grey button up and virtually nothing else.

"You're not room service," the mystery girl stated, surprised.

"Uh no, sorry I must have the wrong room, I'm meeting—" Ana muttered, but a voice suddenly interrupted her train of thought.

"Leila, is that the champagne?"

Ana's stomach dropped. She knew that voice. She wasn't in the wrong room after all. Her stomach turned on itself as she suddenly felt ill. Her immediate instinct was to turn and walk away, but she knew she had to face this. Ana dropped her bag outside the door, pushed past the girl, and was immediately met with her very naked boyfriend.

"Surprise?" Ana's voice was shaky as tears threatened to fall down her quivering cheeks.

"Ana—" She could hear the shock in his voice. His eyes daring to look a least a little remorseful.

She held up her hand to silence him. She shook her head to try to gain some semblance of clarity, but all logical thought was thrown out the window.

"Don't even bother." The sick feeling just got worse as she looked around the messy room, she had to look anywhere but her bastard of a boyfriend. Clothes were flung in every possible direction and camera equipment littered the floor.

" This . . . It isn't . . . Ana this isn't what you think." His voice cracked as he tried to string together some sort of excuse.

"Save it for someone who cares, Jose."

He looked down, he was smart enough to look ashamed.

"How long?" Ana's voice came out as a harsh whisper.

Jose shook his head, but didn't say anything. Ana crossed her arms and stood her ground. "Don't make me ask again, this is already embarrassing enough. You owe me this at least."

"She's one of the models on the shoot I'm working on. It means nothing Ana, I love you." Ana let out a bitter laugh as she saw him look up and quickly gaze at the forgotten girl behind her. Anger flooded her system once more.

"How dare you say that to me right now." Leila and Jose shifted uncomfortably under the intense scrutiny. Both were decent enough to look immensely guilty. Clearly Jose's relationship status wasn't a secret.

Ana shook her head, disgusted. She couldn't bare to hear any more flimsy excuses, so she took a deep breath and prepared to leave.

"I never want to see you again Jose."

"No, Ana please— "

Without a second thought, she stormed out of the room, grabbing her bag before she got into the elevator. Where is the closest liquor store?

Ana felt like she was in some sort of weird alternate universe, witnessing her actions outside of her own body. Jose used to be her best friend, he used to follow Kate and her around everywhere they went. They had known each other for years, and he dared to do this? Oh God, what am I supposed to say to Kate? The sickness that coursed through Ana's body suddenly turned to ice. How dare he treat me like this. How dare he throw everything we had away. How DARE he disrespect me.

Ana riffled through her bag until she found her cell phone and dialed Kate's number through the angry tears that clouded her eyes once again.

"Come on Kate, pick up" Ana fidgeted as she walked down the streets of New York. She knew people were staring but she frankly couldn't care less.

"Ana! I didn't expect you'd call so soon. I thought you'd be busy."

Ana choked back a sob as she told Kate the whole story. She couldn't stop the tears that finally streamed down her face as she collapsed into a bench in Central Park. Kate couldn't believe it. After years of pining, Jose finally got to date Ana and he threw it all away. She had half a mind to catch the next flight to New York and slap him into next week.

"Ana, Ana breathe. That asshole doesn't deserve your tears, you're the psychologist I'm sure you have some coping tricks up your sleeve. What would you tell one of your patients?" Ana laughed dryly. Kate always does this.

"I'd tell them to get drunk. And cry. And throw things."

"God do people actually pay you for that shit advice? Go to that fancy wine place we love and get the most expensive bottle there, and then call me back. No wallowing, you're in New York for fucks sake, don't let some asshole ruin that for you." Ana laughed. Kate was right, she wasn't going to get over Jose just sitting feeling sorry for herself.

Ana stormed into the first wine shop she could find that stocked her favorite 2010 Cabernet Sauvignon. If any day called for a two hundred dollar bottle of wine, it was today.

The store was practically empty when she bee-lined to the section she needed. She wanted to make the visit as quick as possible so she could start drinking as soon as possible.

She paused as she entered the aisle with the specific wine she needed when she saw, probably, the most attractive man she'd ever seen. His curly, copper hair was mussed up and the top two buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned. God, even his ass is perfect. Ana breathed in deeply and shook her head. She'd decided to swear off all men. Forever.

Without paying the man a second thought, she started scanning the shelves for the distinctive label. The one with the image of the stag on it. The bottle that would solve all of her problems. The last bottle on the shelf. The bottle that the Adonis man just took.

"Excuse me," a woman's firm voice echoed from behind him and made Christian pause as he grabbed the last bottle of his favorite red wine. Great just what I need. He craned his neck to the side and prepared for whatever ridiculous line this woman was going to attempt to use on him. Maybe if I don't turn around she'll leave me alone.

He pivoted on his heels as he shoved the wine under his arm, ready to brush off her advances. Though when he met her eyes, he was floored. She was hot. No, she was gorgeous. No, beautiful. He lazily gazed up and down her body and he felt his dick harden. He could see the tops of the pair of sexy thigh-high stockings she was wearing, and he got impossibly harder. Was she meeting a boyfriend? Who wears things like that without someone to share them with? Jesus he'd give anything to be the man she was dressing up for.

At last he met her eyes, and what he saw surprised him even more. Her clear blue eyes squinting, perfect slanting nose upturned, plump red lips drawn into a thin line. She was pissed.

"That's my bottle of wine." She said matter-of-factly, pointing to the bottle under his arm.

"Uh… sorry, what?" Christian had to stop himself from stuttering. He struggled to stop himself from smirking too, but was failing miserably.

"Look, I've had a terrible day. I just walked in on my boyfriend cheating on me after I flew across the country to surprise him. And now the only way I can feel better is to drink that exact bottle of wine you have under your arm right now. And now I'm yelling at you, a random hot man in a store. Just put me out of my misery, and hand over the cabernet sauvignon. Please." Her voice rose in anger as she continued to rant, but Christian found it hard to pay attention. Her breasts moved up and down as she drew in deeps breaths from those perfect, red lips as she yelled at him in the middle of a wine shop.

"And stop staring at my breasts!" Her harsh voice cut through his fantasies like a knife. She crossed her arm in an attempt to avert his eyes, but only succeeded in pushing her breasts up further. Christian groaned internally, god she's trying to kill me. Shit, it that red lace I see? How'd she know that's my favorite. He looked to the ground and smirked again, this woman was his own personal angel sent to Earth to torture him.

"Do you really think I'm hot?" The smirk that Christian was trying to keep down now flashed across his face. Her curly brunette hair fell in chaotic ringlets, framing her face as her mouth fell open in surprised disgust. He couldn't help but imagine what it would look like spread out on a pillow as she writhed underneath him. Or laid out, spread eagle on his St. Andrew's cross. What he would do with that mouth.

Think about worms, think about that meatloaf Mia tried to make last week, think of Elena after her first plastic surgery. Nothing could stifle the arousal he was feeling.

"Did you not hear anything I said?" Her voice was starting to shake with more anger than Christian thought could possibly be contained within that tight body of hers.

"Oh I heard everything, however this happens to be my favorite bottle of wine. And I've had a horrible day too. What makes you think you deserve it more than I do?" Ana's face scrunched into a scowl and Christian couldn't help but think it was one of the sexiest things he'd seen in a while.

"You've got to be joking. Look, I'll buy you another bottle of wine. Like this one!" She reached for another of Christian's favorite bottles, but he wasn't going to say anything. This was too much fun. "Great vintage, same robust undertones, almost identical. Just hand over the Stag's Leap."

"It wouldn't hurt to say please. Or beg. You haven't tried that yet."

"You're seriously depraved. And I'm pretty sure I did say please, I can yell at you again if you need a reminder." Oh you have no idea of the depths of my depravities.

"We could always split the bottle back at my hotel, and I can tell you all about my depravities and you can tell me about that asshole ex-boyfriend of yours" Christian, get a grip. Could you be any more pathetic? Might as well just ask her to be my submissive here and now.

Her mouth dropped open once again, but instead of being flattered like he expected, she looked like she was counting backwards from ten. Her eyes were shut and her face was turning red, but not from arousal. Doesn't that line usually work? Is this what it feels like to get turned down?

"Look, what's your name?"

"Christian." Usually he would demand that she call him Mr. Grey, but he wanted to hear his name fall from her beautiful lips. There's time for her to call him something else later, preferably something like Sir.

"Look, Christian. You seem like the kind of guy who likes to get his way, and I'm sure you're used to getting it. But I've sworn off men as of an hour ago, so you can take your stupid smirk and your charm elsewhere. But leave the wine, I'm not letting you leave with that."

"Letting me?" Christian's mind quickly flashed to a scene in his playroom involving a certain amount of punishment with his favorite flogger and a pair of spreader bars.

He had to give her credit though, she didn't back down.

"Yes, now hand it over." She held out her hand impatiently, her eyes still blazing with confidence and fury.

Christian knew this was going nowhere, and he really didn't want the wine as much as he was making it seem. Instead he wanted more time with this woman in front of him. Teaching her to submit to him is all that he can think of.

"How about I make you a deal," Christian purrs as he steps closer to the woman in front of him. She stiffens almost imperceptibly but doesn't back down. "You tell me your name and I'll give you the bottle of wine. Actually, I'll even buy you the wine since you've had such an awful day."

"Just my name?" Her eyebrows quirked up in both surprise and hesitance.

Christian bowed his head slightly and gave her his signature smirk, "Just your name."

"It's Anastasia. Anastasia Steele."