a/n: I wanted to write a Christmas story for you guys, but I didn't have the time to take on an entire story. This first installment is just a taste of what I came up with. (Actual chapters will be longer.) There will be a few more chapters to follow; I'm hoping to finish before Christmas. I hope you like it!

I had to manipulate the timeline for when Christian and Ana met to make it work, but let your imaginations run wild!


Christian's Christmas Wish – Part I


As Christian Grey got out of his vehicle, his eyes fell instantly to the red Audi occupying the parking spot next to his. Ana had left a week and a half ago to stay with her mother in Georgia for a few days before flying back to Washington so she could spend Christmas with her stepfather, Ray.

It was something she'd insisted appear in their contract before she signed, and Christian—having no idea at the time how accustomed he'd grow to having her whenever he wanted her—had agreed without hesitation. The truth was, he would have agreed to almost anything to get her to sign.

He now considered it the worst decision he'd ever made.

It galled the hell out of him to know that she was a meager two hours away, yet he wasn't able to see her. He couldn't help but wonder if she felt the same. Ten days hadn't seemed like such a large period of time before Ana, but after she'd agreed to become his submissive, it hadn't take him long to realize just how long four and a half days was. They'd quickly amended the contract to include six p.m. Wednesday nights to five a.m. Thursday mornings. Though there were times when Christian could barely drag his ass to the office, the reward of having Ana in his playroom had been more than worth it.

She wouldn't be returning for another four days, and Christian was counting down every damn one of them. He stepped into the elevator, entered his code, and leaned against the back wall of the elevator as he let out a tired sigh.


The first thing Christian noticed when the doors opened was the smell of cinnamon drifting in the air. Though he tried to ignore the holidays, Mrs. Jones never let him get away with it. Her persistence made him grin before pocketing his keys and heading for his office.

A sliver of light coming from the living room stopped him; she must have turned the fireplace on for him. Having no need of it, as he had to be at his parents in a few hours for their annual holiday bash, he stepped into the living room.

And froze in his tracks.

The sight that greeted him nearly took his breath away. Wearing nothing but a red silk bra and matching thongs, she was kneeling in front of the fireplace. Chin resting on her chest, she had her hands clasped behind her. Her hair fell in waves over her shoulders, hindering her breasts from his view. It was more enticing than it would have been had they been bared for him. The glow from the fireplace surrounded her like a halo, giving her an angelic appearance. The quickening of his heartbeat surprised him almost as much as the relief that had consumed him when he'd first seen her.

"Ana," he breathed.