The Princess vs. Heathcliff

Earl of Gloucester daughter the Countess of Lynnwood (21yrs) is unmarried. He needs to secure a husband, who he can control to hold onto Countess money. His 2nd wife Lady Eliana, they're daughter Leia (19). His heir Franklin Thomas Rupert Lambert II (13.) The evil stepmother & Leia torment and humiliate the just graduated Countess: Wanting to prove herself. She arranges a secret internship in Seattle. Countess will simply become Anna Steele (taking the name of her stepfather) the poor, just graduated college student.

Xxxxxxx

AL/AS-pov

I am going to have to fire another stylist, Eliana has gotten to this one. My dress for the prestigious Queens Winter Ball is an abomination of pink taffeta. I hate pink and taffeta. I'm 22 for god-sake not eleven! It was the only dress in my room, unless I attend the Queens Winter Ball in jeans and Snow-Patrol band t-shirt. I must keep a stiff lip, rise above the insult. Keep my cool. I so want to beat the crap out of both of them. But it would break Frank's heart what little is left, a push his forced betrothal on me. My little brother Frankie doesn't need more pain.

I will spend ten minutes then leave. I hate these things, bad dresses, immoral-perverted escorts, rubber food. I prefer a good book, nice cup of tea watching my very pleasing wild garden at Swainswick. It's close to a hundred yards to make my grand entrance, in four-inch heels. I walk from the car entrance to upstairs second floor. Then thru an ornate hall than down ornate staircase for a Grand Entrance on the ground floor. The glamorous noble image must be maintained, even as the walls rot away.

We the prized aristocratic cows for breeding therefore, we must make a Grand Entrance befitting ours station. I must be stoic, face placid, the stereotypical frigid English virgin bitch. I long to dance, sing, act silly and be happy; enjoy the party, not worried about proper manners and demeanor. Where every misstep, error is a punishment at my father Frank's hand, or my Cruella's and half-sister. Metered out to my brother. I have to play the part, if I wish to survive to get out of this gilded prison.

I make my grand entrance, and mingle about the other twenty something idle nobles, rich and trust fund brats. Not one among them is serious about a degree or anything to better themselves or the world. I stand on the side watching the dancing, thank god my clumsy self is not out there. But I can dream of a handsome gallant man totally in love with me and me with him. Where is my Mr. Darcy? Why is he not here waltzing me gracefully about the floor?

WHAT THE HELL! "OUHHHH!" I feel wetness soak my back. I turn to Leia, my step sister and her minion Karen; empty punch cups in hands dripping liquid remains on the wood parquet floor.

"Oh, Miss Lambert your dress is ruined." An old matron battle axe loudly exclaims, bring the whole room eyes on me. I turn and walk away, head high, indifferent to the stares and insults. Arriving home; I strip the dress. Pack my things and escape to my house in Swainswick. Just north of Bath, Miss Abigail Trantar my housekeeper, Sister to my late Governess, will have a kind shoulder to cry on and good cup of tea. I think she may be my only friend in the entire family's staff, maybe Sharp or Ferguson too.

I must find a path, my path to my happiness; separate from my families perverted desires. Money marries money; blue bloods wed richer blue bloods. Rings hollow in my head and heart. I want a man to love me for me; not my Dun & Bradstreet rating. The Lawyers tell me to marry as soon as possible. I've yet to meet anyone I would consider, even to rid me of this gilded cage. Frank is shopping me around acceptable matches in Europe and the Islands. Scot, Brit, Welsh, Ireland, even the Channel Islands. I feel like a rotting piece of meat, looking for a last buyer.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Frank is pissed: I refused to come to London for Christmas. I am tired of my Cruella step mother and her petty shallow daughter. I need to get away farther than a helicopter flight. I take a flight to New York in America. I will spend the holiday in the NYC Main Library. Working on my BA in the Rose Main Reading Room. Using the Henry W. And Albert A. Berg Collection of English and American Literature to further my final paper on Hardy.

Since the ball, I've dressed loud, glasses so loud and large you can't see my face with makeup more suited to the circus and bleach blond my hair. When I disappear, All the recent pictures don't look anything like me. I sweat the time in New York till someone see thru the costume and makeup.

The Head Librarian of the Private Collections Mrs. Angie strikes up a relationship with me. I count her as a friend. I have so few I trust, I trust her, like an aunt who cares about me, just me. She's a military widow, I can relate with the death of my Uncle. I often fantasy he was my father and not his brother Frank.

I vent my family woes, my father's demands. I join the Firm after my degree. How is a financial commercial bank going to use a classical Literary graduate? It's meant to hold me so he can parade me about the acceptable people. Control the money. While he hunts for a proper marriage match. Proper in that it allows him to control the money. Grandmother and Uncle Robert left me the family wealth.

We discuss internships around town, and the country. I think about escaping, but could the Countess of Lynnwood, daughter of the very public and extrovert Earl of Gloucester? Number five riches dowry-ed Heiress on Dun & Bradstreet list Britannic: twenty-first in the world. Escape and be accepted for myself?

I remember, my fantasy of escaping when I was seventeen when Leia humiliated me at Cote d'Azure beach. Ripping my bikini, both pieces, off me: I managed to get a towel, running to the hotel. Leia when to Cannes for the rest of the trip. Frank worried I would hurt her over the prank.

I really could have maimed her. My temper was up for weeks. Eliana tried to convince everyone it was a prank gone wrong. I wanted blood, then just escape. Finally, just peace. I want to be me. Read, edit, be lost in the world of letters and words. I exiled myself and my brother Frankie to Swainswick. For the rest of the summer.

I have my America passport, from Carla second husband, about to expire when I turn 18. My mother Carla was American. The orphan and sole member of a wealth Miami family, what passes for American royalty. She left Frank when I was five, to shack up and marry Major Raymond Steele of the U.S. Army. They met while he taught at Hereford.

He adopted me, getting me the passport. I decided to renew it, backup plans. Making plans to do school in America. Frank bribed and brow beat me to stand at Oxford. But I have the passport, my inheritance from Mom's estate. The Lambert Estate inheritance from my Grandparents is tied up in the Firm. I kind of remember Ray, though I haven't seen him since we left when I was seven.

Mom's third husband, was a wasted Welsh playboy. Helen my governesses took me home to England and Frank. Funny, Carla left Frank, but kept the governess; child care was not her forte. I remember #3 as mean, violent, and hating me: Helen removed me after she founded me bloodied in the Horse Barn. The scars I still bear. They died a couple of years ago in the hills above Monaco. Had to copy Grace Kelly; mom obsession with fame and image; you guys were both drunk and high, surprised you only killed yourself and not others.

Helen, my Governess, was my mother is everything but name, and blood. I miss her, she died of cancer when I was sixteen, the year after Uncle pasted. I sit in my country house at Swainswick. Sipping my English Breakfast tea. Having one semester at school, graduate and then what?'

I need to think on where and most importantly how to frustrate Frank and Cruella controlling guilty trips. That I need to be the perfect daughter, seen, never heard and never challenge the status quo. I need a place to land. Where can I go. I will call my few trusted When I go back to brown hair and just reading glasses, no one will recognize me. It's a start, maybe Mrs. Angie at NYC Library has some ideas?

Easter:

I sit in the hidden reading nook in the London House Library room. Helen showed me when I was ten. Our escape from the family. Its small, a bench seat, reading light, wall mount folding table. Shelf with electric hot water kettle, box of my tea. Two doors; one leads from a hidden door near the sitting window. And the other to the game room, one floor below. Both doors require a code to access.

The nook has a slide grate to allow listening and talking to people in the Library. A decorative mirror strip above the middle shelf books circle the room, adding indirect reading light. The part in my nook is a two-way mirror. I can easily see into the library.

I watch Leia and two boys walk into the room, they are looking for me. I quietly slide the grate to hear.

"Leia, where is she. The guys are restless. You promised."

"Calm down, we'll find her. If we can't Karen will do." Leia says. What is she talking about? Why do they need me for?

"Wrong Leia. We had are fun last time with Karen. Its Anastasia or you. I don't care which pulls the train. They paid three hundred pounds apiece. They want a triple play."

"I love a good triple; but Anastasia is a virgin. I told you to get more money."

"I'm popping that stuck up frigid nerd's cherry. That better than you attitude, and all that stiff upper lips shit she spouts! I want to hear her scream in pain like her kind causes me. If not her than you: It'll zero out your gambling and nose candy IOU's. So, shut up, let's find her now. Before the Earl and staff get back."

He grabs her arm. They leave. I close the grate. Two minutes later they rush back into the room. I guess they hoped, I would bolt from my hideaway. Stupid kids.

After they leave again. I call Thomas. The head of Frank's security; Notifying him of the orgy in the house. He laughs at me, suggesting I join the fun. I call the police, ten minutes later I can hear the Bobbies taking the assholes away. I sneak out, peeking from the window. They are all naked, being led away.

I get pissed on, I get dressed down for embarrassing the family. Thomas covered his ass. So, I'm the bad guy. Leia even got her debts paid. I get humiliated for doing the right thing. I move the plan forward. Before Leia finds more low-lives to gang-rape me.

Thomas, covered his ass; I made sure he is replaced. He was very upset to find his blackmailing the maids for sex was made public. Or Ferguson breaking body parts on him. Most of the staff hates me, the goodie two shoes daughter. Yet my reading nook is never exposed and it always has water and tea.

One month to Graduation:

Mrs. Angie in NYC has been invaluable. I have an internship in a Merger & Acquisition company as a junior editor of business contracts and corporate publishing. An apartment and roommate, best of all it's in Seattle. I have my American lawyers aid me in my summer escape. Setting up shadow bank accounts and fake background checks that will hide me from Frank. I hope?

The only fly is Elizabeth Morgan, my new watch dog governess and Lewis my new CPO. Since Easter, they dog my ever steps. I use my Nancy drew, Miss. Marple and Encyclopedia Brown to get the dirt to remove them from my plans.

Did they think having a three way on my bed with the Chauffeur was appropriate conduct. Or selling insider information, most of it false to the tabloids. I have them.

Graduation morning:

"Elizabeth, I have decided to go to Rome, staying at Gertrude 's. Maybe go to Milan for the book restoration course."

"After Graduation, your father is counting on you joining the firm."

"Well, I'm twenty-one, independently wealthy of Frank's money. SO! I'm doing to do what I want for the summer. Before he marries me off to a boring respectable nobleman." Must play the part of the beaten daughter.

I walk into my graduation party in a dress I bought online. With clown meets slut heavy makeup, hairspray overloaded hair; I worry hitting the door headers; I strut into the hall in my Vex Rebel Bodysuit with Maxi transparent skirt by Coquette coupled with Yandy's Asymmetrical Wet Look and Lace Thigh Highs with STEVE MADDEN Meltdown Open Toe Bootie. My bikini has more coverage.

The outfit chafe's painfully. I love the bright red of Leia and Cruella. Frank is upset as are the older prudes. I hope the glue holding my nude pasties, virtue hiding Disposable Bottom Covers and my dress on holds. I walk to the bar, grab the doctored American Jack Daniels bottle I planted earlier. I check the smell. I smile, chugging half the bottle.

Being a nerd helps, A nerd acquaintance from high school, doctored the bottle. The top half is tea, a membrane separates the bottom whiskey. Once air is in the bottle, the membrane breaks down. Little or no residue. The perfect gag, she used it to get a teacher drunk at The Cheltenham Ladies' College in Gloucestershire my junior year.

I walk to Leia, grab her around the neck and pour the whiskey on her. "What's wrong sis? Not rough enough, or is that just how you like sex. I pour the rest on her dress. Showing she has no bra. I toss the bottle to the bartender. Strut out the hall. He's paid to dispose of it no questions asked.

Dad's pissed: I leave that night. Graduation present to my father, Eliana and Leia. I feel bad, Frankie is home from his first year at Eton. I will miss him, my sweet little half-brother.

I'm in route to the airport, before the first car flees the house party. In the back of the limo; I cut the dress off, carefully peeling the glued parts from my nipples and sex, good thing I waxed Thursday. Dressing in a very loud designer dress. I enjoy the flight, watching Johnny English Reborn floating towards Rome; my watchdogs were caught flat footed. They will arrive tomorrow, by then I will be in Milan supposedly.

I stop at Gertrude's Rome townhouse to leave my luggage and electronics, I'm gone in thirty minutes, Telling the housekeeper; I'm going to Angelica Library near Piazza Navona, Getting lunch at some antipasto shop on the Piazza. In the train station restroom; I change into comfortable jeans and Carrigan. A nice coed tourist beret hides my blond hair, simple Ray-Ban shades hide my face. I head directly to the train with just my purse and two books.

I arranged a body-double to be in Milan, then move to Sidney. Where the watchdogs chasing the body double will be fired. Hopefully in a month or two. I take the train from Rome, to Milan, just making the transfer to the Venice train with three minutes to spare. At the Airport; I buy a tote bag, three books and sundries for the flight. I fly out of Venice Marco Polo International before six pm that day as Anna Rose Steele college grad-student headed home.

I arrive in New York at Kennedy, take a cab to a restaurant in Queens. Where Mrs. Angie meets me down the block, driving me to the Yonkers Amtrak station. She will hold my tote bag, handing me the online bought cloths and toiletry in my new luggage. The clothes I like, that a normal college girl would have. I don't have a designer label on anything. She's a good friend.

I take the Lake Shore Limited Train to Chicago. I have a Veiwliner bedroom sleeper, after the multi-flights in two days, I sleep like the dead to Chicago only rising to eat.

I have to transfer: Spending two hours in the Chicago Train Station. Normally the Countess would be in the High-End Chicago Metropolitan Lounge. Now I'm Anna. I checked my carry-on luggage in the Boarding Lounge for Gate 'A' luggage room. I wander the food court, snacking and loading up on Carmel corn, and chocolate drizzled popcorn, and some other unhealthy snacks.

I get a Starbucks English Breakfast tea, sit with the masses. I smile at my good fortune to be anonymous. No one notices or appears to watch me. I like this world. They call my train; the Empire Builder. I have a Superliner Sleeper bedroom.

I take my meals in my room. Angie bought me a loaded Kindle, and burner smart phone for the trip. I left all my electronics in Rome. My escape burner phone with Angie to destroy. I relax and while away the hours reading; As the pictured vistas of the North America float pass my window. I smile, sipping my tea. I can do this. I know I can. For the first time I feel in control of my destiny.

The last day; I wash the dye from my hair. I've been blonde the last seven months. It's time, I become me again. Brown haired, black rimmed Secretary Glasses with bottom reading and the top fake: The perfect petite shy bookworm, the real me.

Part of me worries about Ray, he lives about three hours from Seattle. I wonder if he remembers me, likes me, liked me? I remember him sitting reading to me, listening to me read to him. I remember being happy, loved. The Earl was always distance. I don't think he ever really hugged me.

Strange things we wonder on a long train trip. I wonder if my Mr. Darcy is out there somewhere? I Wonder if I will ever be free to be myself? The mountains and farms break to the Emerald City in the morning haze.

I wear a scarf to hide my return to normal hair color. Its early morning. The train was only two hours late. I store my bags, leave my checked baggage unpicked up. Take a cab to within two blocks from a used car lot. Walking in so no one can back trace me to the train.

I bought an old VW Bug online. I'm pissed it's in worse shape than advertised. I can get it fixed. I drive back to the Amtrak King Station. Get my luggage, I head into Seattle, to my new Pike Market Apartment. I hope my roommate is friendly, not another Leia or her friends, if she is, I will have to get my own Apartment. I have several alternate if I need them.

I buzz the door box. "HI!"

"It's Anna."

"I'll be down to help you."

I move back to the VW, I think I will call her Wanda. She seems a Wanda.

The door opens to a strawberry blond tall curvy bombshell. These is going to go bad. I dread it.

"I'm not that bad, you have to look like you drank quart of vinegar."

She right, don't judge a book by the cover. "Sorry. My last roommate was petty, mean spirited bitch and my step-sister."

"Hey I get it. But I only look like a mean girl airhead. Let's get you upstairs, settled in and order some food." I take her at face value; I can't let my past dictate my future with people. They don't know who I am; She seems genuine. I smile and hug her. We get my limited stuff upstairs. I see in my room, the three boxes I ship here. Online and eBay stuff should help my cover story.

"Pizza good, I have a confession?"

"Ok, Pizza good?" oh no what is this about?

"I can only make coffee, heat cans and nuke frozen entrees."

"No other cooking skills?"

"Nope."

I smile at her, if that the worse. I can live with it. Helen taught me to cook, I love to cook. It makes me feel normal, accomplished. "I cook, pretty good. We'll get some stuff in before; I have to start work Monday."

"Cool, my treat. What you want?"

"Anything is fine as long as no pineapple and no anchovies." I smile at her, I like her. She seems honest and lonely.

We eat and talk, hammer two bottles of wine. Her family is rich and distance. Her college was successful, till it ended two weeks ago. Not one college friend returns her calls or texts. I can relate.

"Where is the internship?" She asks

"GEH."

"OMG! Your working for Christian Grey. I interviewed him last month. He gave my graduation keynote, and handed out diplomas. Super-sexy hot billionaire! He's the biggest asshole on the planet. Control freak if you ask me. He gives a lot of money away though, without any publicity. So? He can't be all bad."

"Have you met everyone on the planet to make that assessment." I really didn't look up company or the CEO. I was happy to just get the job. I don't think I will. There is sure to be hundreds of photos of him plastering the company.

"You dog! Of course, I've met ever asshole on the planet! Hell I dated most of them. You may kiss my omnipotent hand." She holds out her hand ala queen. I put a pepperoni on it. She slurped it up. We burst out in laughter. "I wish I could earn my job, but I work for Daddy. I'm thinking I hate it."

"find another job."

"I'm looking. I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow."

"Sleep good my Lady Kate." I clean up and go down, I notice when I stored my luggage. The bed was made, and fresh towel in the ensuite. I like the start of this of this relationship.

Tomorrow will be good.

::4am::

I can't get my body clock straight; long trips do that to me. I dress to run, grab my new phone. Its very early. I check the GPS and what looks like a good route. I head out, at a slow ground eating pace Uncle taught me. I return on the sidewalk along the Sound. I admire the calming water, the sea salt scented air and the wonderful feeling that things are finally normal.

I feel something or someone behind me. I turn my head, startled by an angel chasing me. A second man, blond keeps pace with him. Adonis is catching up to me and of course I have to hit a ridge in the walkway pavement. Clumsy Anna is clumsy as British and American. I pray everyone has left, disappeared. I blush with embarrassment. Opening my eyes, I look up into intense gray eyes. They sear into my soul, calling the primitive sensual me. My Mr. Darcy has grey eyes and sexy messy copper hair; I dream of running my hands thru while he nibbles my neck.

"Are you OK?" God, I just wet myself. Sexy as hell voice. I love to hear him say anything. He reaches down and hauls me up. I can feel the tight hard body against me. Electric current surges thru us. He feels it to. I lean into him, putting my head on his chest. He stiffens and then relaxes.

I look around; he carries me to a wide-open pier; we sit on a worn graffitied bench seat. I'm in his lap, the perfect place I want to be. I can feel his manhood, large and hard. I moan at his scent, feel, everything. I look into eyes; deep thoughts and pain lurk behind the grey iris. He leans down, slow motion. The anticipation is intense as his lips makes contact. We kiss. I melt into him. I run my fingers thru his hair. I want to live here.

A honking horn breaks the spell. I realize I've made a hussy of myself. I pull away, run away. I can't do this with him, here and now. I feel trapped and lost. How did I allow him to have me like that? He doesn't follow me. The last look of him from the top of the steps, was a shocked Adonis; Looking at me. I run till my lungs burned. I called a cab and when home. Kate is still snoring. It's only 7am. I shower, feeling, tasting him.

"I can not become Leia or Eliana or my mother. I am not a slut. I'm still a virgin. I need to remain a virgin." I look into the mirror. "Who am I kidding Anna. If he asks, I'd give it up in a second to my Mr. Darcy." I smile, I'll never see him again. sad thoughts of that reality hurts. The thought cues the song, I sing

My life is brilliant
My love is pure
I saw Adonis
Of that I'm sure
He smiled at me on the sidewalk
He was with another man
But I will lose sleep on him
'Cause I've got a no plan

You're beautiful
You're beautiful
You're beautiful, it's true
I touched your face in an empty place
And I don't know what to do
'Cause I'll never be with you

Yes, he caught my eye, As he held me tight. Kissing my lips

He could see from my face that I was, Flying' high
And I don't think that I'll see him again
But we shared a moment that will last till the end You're beautiful: Songwriters Amanda Ghost / James Blount / Sacha Skarbek

I look at myself, I could be his girl, but guys like him: They like experienced sluts like Leia. Not untried virgin bookworms like me. I smile. I'm not the Countess Anastasia bookworm. I'm Anna virgin college coed, on fire; I could be anything here and now. Do anything here and now! I dance, singing into my room from the bathroom. Thinking about him.

Damn I wish I was your lover
I'll rock you till the daylight comes
Make sure you are smiling and warm
I am everything
Tonight I'll be your mother I will
Do such things to ease your pain
Free your mind and you won't feel ashamed

This monkey can't stand to see you black and blue
Give you something sweet each time you
Come inside my jungle book
What is it just too good Sophie B. Hawkins: Dam I wish I was your lover.

I feel the music, I can be anything I want. Silly, sexy, no one is judging me. Counting the infractions. I dress like I want to be: comfortable. I start sings as I exit my room.

There's only one me in the galaxy
I am an endangered species
This kind of flower don't grow on Earth
Just lettin' you know for what it's worth

Kate comes out of her room, singing with me. Dancing we act like fools. We rock this song.

This kind of knowledge can cause a depression
So I bide my time with philosophical questions
Not for nothing, but what came first'
The chicken nugget or the Egg McMuffin'

I got talent and I got tits

We grab our tits, vogue and vamp around the sofa.

I know I'll find another guy who wants to get with it
I'm not convinced that I'm a big fat whore
One man's pleasure is another man's chore

I've had a lot of failed relationships
I don't get involved because I'm not equipped
I BELIEVE THAT THE WORLD SHOULD REVOLVE AROUND ME!

The World Should Revolve Around Me Songwriters: Mike Mangini / Willie Mitchell / Imani Coppola / Adam Pallin / Earl Randall

We fall down on the sofa. Laughing are asses off. I hug her. "OK! I'm hungry and we have no food. Let's go out and get some breakfast?" Kate smiles. We head out, singing stupid pop songs. Eating at a nice little café near the Market. We spend the morning food shopping, making like college coeds. I never did this during college. No one to do it with. I like having a friend like Kate. I never had one. I wish I had gone to school and roomed with her.

Saturday morning, I sip tea and watch the Sound, wondering if one of the joggers on the walkway next to the water is Adonis. I feel like he is there somewhere. Tomorrow we go to Bellevue; Angie recommend a church, Presbyterian. I've always felt a need for God, and scripture. Not a every Sunday person, but I believe.

I drag Kate with me. We enjoy the church, sermon, and people. We feel accepted. Afterwards we sip tea and munch cookie. Talking to the other worshipers. We really enjoy a Doctor and her lawyer husband, who make an effort to know us. I hope to meet them next time.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Monday: first day: orientation.

I step up to the mark for my grand entrance down the grand stairwell to Summer Ball in Bath. I look at myself in the mirrors on the wall. The ugly pink overblown taffeta dress. My hair is limp and makeup like a clown. I must keep a stoic view. Stiff upper lip, must keep my cool, I will not cry, I won't. I won't! I feel my tears form in my eyes. I hate my world, life, everything.

The Usher waves me to the point over the staircase to be photo'd and announced. I see everyone staring me; the laughter at me is about to break.

I feel my hand rising, I turn to him; Adonis! My Mr. Darcy is so sharp in his custom cut Brioni Tux. Hot, so hot! I look like shit. I stare down, the abomination of a pink dress is gone. A classic off the shoulder, silver gown with Louboutin four inches silver heels. My hair is piled on my head, graceful and regal. I look into his grey eyes smoldering. He rises my hand to his lips, turn the palm into his lips. I feel the flick of his tongue, I wet in the need for my Adonis.

He leads me down the stairs and whirling me onto the dance floor. He waltz's me around the floor. I am graceful and in love! He leans into me twirling me thru the waltz, our lips explode into fireworks. We dance till the dawn.

He dances me into my room at Swainswick. My four-post bed, grandmother had custom carves; each post a different motif, Animals, flowers, sea animals, star field. I love it. When Grandmother moved into the west bedroom, for her hospice. She made me move in here. Taking her and grandfathers master bedroom.

Adonis's waltz me about the space. Till he lays me naked on the bed. He strips his cloths, sexy man. I watch him, slide up the bed, hooded gray eyes heat my skin. Licking my skin, my throat driving me to higher peaks. I arch in need for MORE!

He kisses and licks down my body. Worshiping me! ME! I shutter as the orgasm rides me. He looks up from between my thighs. I feel his breath on my sex. I want him inside of me. Please Adonis, I fist his hair! Adonis Please!

He smirks and lower his face to my ! O"GOD YES! Yes! As the waves of orgasms ride me to heaven. I see thru the haze; he rises up between my legs, kissing my breast! Sucking my nipples. I feel him moving inside of me. Faster, harder harder! YES!ADONIS! LOVE ME!

I whither in orgasms as I ride thru them, leaving me asleep in his arms. Safe!

RINNNNNGGGGG!

RINNNNNNNGGGG!

Damm that Alarm clock. I wake soaking wet, I smell of sex. I've smelt in on Eliana and Leia enough. I feel sore. I look at my sex, its swollen. Wait, I when to bed in a nightshirt. I look around. Its on the floor of the bathroom. I shake my head. I stagger to the bathroom and get cleaned up. I dreamily look at the mirror setting my hair. Wow that was an intense wet dream. The first I've ever had. Wow!

I walk out to Kate, looking like death warmed over. She set her cup of coffee down and claps.

"KATE?"

"I'm in awe. Anna banana! Mom was right it's the quiet bookworms' ones that are sex fiends. Damm girl, when I have a wet dream; I wake with the first orgasm. I've never known a girl to have multiple orgasm and not wake up. Who is Darcy, Alec and Adonis? Where you have an orgy?" Kate teases me.

"NO! just one guy. I didn't, don't know I'm, sorry I was so loud." I blush embarrassment.

"Girl, wait till I bring a guy home. My last roommate had to get sound canceling headphone."

"Ok, can we forget it and move on?"

"OK, OK! But when you get a boyfriend; your spilling the dirty deeds."

"OK, Kate I need to eat and get going. Don't want to be late my first day."

XXXXXXXXXXX

Wanda is a backfiring, hussy. Spurting and leaking oil. I barely make the first meeting. The Intern Orientation. We spent the morning filling out paperwork; taking test and generally being ignored. I am assigned to Publishing.

I will be trained to do contract writing, review and proofing. I have fun, the only strange thing. Mr. Grey was supposed to be here the first afternoon, to greet us. He canceled.

Rumor on the water-cooler telegraph is he's raging: looking for someone who pissed him off. Rumor fly about from his mistress or rent boy ran away, to someone dented his Audi Spider. I just buckle down and excel as my co-interns seem more interest in meeting the Great Grey. I swear if one more blond bimbo, male or female, tells me I'll never bag the boss being brunette. I will pour NAIR in the restroom shower shampoo dispensers.

I'm happy he will not be attracted to me. I like my work, after the second week, I get moved to Documentation on fourteen. Here we produce the pamphlets, PR statements and general public information.

During Lunch; I sit in the nearly empty Arboretum on the roof, next to the Helicopter pad. Sipping my tea, reading a Syfy thriller about a marshal on a Jupiter moon. Fighting The Man and drug dealers.

I liked the movie better with hottie Sean Connery, he reminds me of Ray. I like the quiet here. It makes the pressure cooker of the Publishing floor bearable.

Xxxxxxxxxx

Wednesday: week four

We're walking home from a movie, stupid comedy about idiots' brothers. Dumb and moronic wasted our money. We left after ten minutes, snuck into the soft-core romantic comedy in London. Kate is smitten with Hugh. I find myself looking for the things I remember from the open-air markets in Notting Hill.

Passing an Alley, we hear a dog fight, I see a poor little dog being brutalized by several bigger dogs. I chase them away. I kneel looking into soulful spaniel eyes. He's really chewed up. I stroke his head. I love animals, particularly dogs. Eliana is allergy, so we never had one.

"Kate? He needs a Vet."

"Ok, I know one, not too far from here. Did a story on her last year for Dad's paper" she gets the car, I pick up my little man. I think he's a Clumber Spaniel, young. I don't think he's even a year old. No collar, I hope he has a chip. But he's thin and his coat is ragged; someone is cruel to dump a defenseless Clumber Spaniel on the street.

We wait at the Vet, Marci is a god sent. She brings him bandaged and clean to us. "Marci can you keep him, our apartment doesn't allow pets." Kate asks

"Kate, I wish I could, but my partners put their foot down, we don't have the money to do more pro bono."

"We can pay to board him." I stroke his head. "I want to keep him. Winston would like being with us Kate."

"Winston?"

"Yea. Winston Churchill. Look at this sad face. 'Aunty Kate take me home' See he want us."

"Anna, we can't the lease. Sorry."

A large hairy dog pad up to us. He has the worst burns I've ever seen on his side. He licks my face. I want to take both of them home. I look at Kate with puppy dog eyes.

"This is Max, He's an Otterhound. His owner died, his grandson did this to him. I don't understand people. Max and his brothers and sister were AKC pure breeds. He's the only one to survive." Marcie says rubbing Max head. Kate is talking our options.

I think? who do I know that could take them till we find them homes. I Think Grace and Cary from Church. They are lonely with their kids grown and their only daughter studying in Paris. Yes, it's perfect. I call Grace.

"Hello Grace, it's Anna from church. I need a favor?"

"Yes, dear if we can help?"

"You have a yard? We rescued a beautiful Clumber Spaniel, were at the Vet on Viaduct, near the Stadium. He & his buddy; an Otterhound needs a place to stay till we can find them homes."

"Yes, we could do that, let me come over: I'm just finishing paperwork at the Hospital. Be they're in less than an hour."

We girls play with our gentlemen till Grace arrives. She is taken with Max. He with her, following her all around the waiting room; As Marcie finishes the paper work. She paid all of Max's bills, close to 14-grand. I believe she will keep Max; winking at Kate; only one home to find for Winston. Grace calls me the next day. Her husband and her are keeping Max. Kate and I snoopy dance around the living room.

She has decided to give Winston to her son. She believes it may cure his loneliness. She assured me if it didn't work out, I could have him back. Dreaming his life will be better, happier. I dream my Adonis has him.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Two weekends later: We were sunbathing in our bikini tops and short-shorts at a park near the Union Locks. A nice secluded patch of green grass shelters and screened by heavenly scented flowering scrubs. Enjoying the sun.

I'm drawn to a gorgeous custom built twenty-foot sailboat tacking towards us. I always want to sail, but Frank refused to allow it. I remember fishing with Ray on lakes, the peace and tranquility.

I see a copperhead man, at the tiller. A blond surf dude guy is pointing at us. He staring at me. How I wish he was Adonis. Wait it is him! I laugh and wave. Blond Surfer dude stands next to him: Bows, laughing, then thumbs up. I look at Kate, she flashing them her girls.

"KATE!" She smirks at me, raising an eyebrow. Putting her top back on. "Come on give him a show."

I blush beet red. Shaking my head no. I have never done this. Anything close to this! I'm not sure I should? But it him. Adonis, my dream man. I don't want to be afraid anymore, to dare everything to have a normal life.

I check about; no one's around or can see me but Adonis and Surf boy on the boat. I raising my bikini top. I close my eyes. blush even deeper, my face is on fire. Pulling it back down in place. I stare out at him. I'm stoked by his reaction. He almost fells overboard or maybe was diving to swim to shore and make me his. I can dream a little dream of him.

"Damm! Girl! You cause Him to almost fall in. Power Girl Tities" Kate smiles. She hi-fives me. I check around to make sure no one saw. I shyly wave to him. "Let's go before Adonis comes back" I lose my nerve.

"Hey! What? Adonis? Do you know him? Spill it Anna. Come on tell me the dirty deeds?" I don't say a word. Just walk away beet red. Knowing I just flashed a guy, I kissed weeks ago. I don't know his name, married, single; I hope to god he's single.

"He must be someone special to put that shit eating grin on your mug?" Kate laughs at me. I look at my reflection in the car window, beet red check; wildly uncommon happy smile, i.e. shit eating grin, check.

Kate pleas, begs, argues and demands the whole ride home. I say not a word about My Mr. Darcy. I have to laugh at her tenacious "The Famous Kate Kavanagh Inquisition" We laugh at our risky daring deed. Several guys in the coffee shop try to talk to us. But we're having nothing with them. I watch Kate looking dreamily out the window. I think she is stuck on a certain blonde Surfer Dude.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Wednesday the two weeks later:

Today has been surreal: first I swear I see a guy in a dark suit, like security wears: Walking Winston. Then I daydream seeing Adonis walking in a hall. By the time I get to the corner he's gone.

I had to get a new boss Monday, an asshole names Jack Hyde. He demanded coffee for the fourth time today. He creeps me out. I set up my laptop's camera and my phone as well. If he tries anything, I'm decking him. The IT guy Barney is cool, maybe he can set up some cameras to cover my cubical workspace.

I just sit down pulling my legs under me, after running documents all over the Damm building, the petty bastard. I need a quiet moment to recover my wits. I feel paws on my legs.

I look down into Winston face, happy face; happily hugging him. I look up into Adonis smoldering grey eyes flecked with green and gold. Copper hair messy, I want to run my fingers thru it. I want him to possess me. I stand, unsure if I should or what to do?

He steps into me, cupping my head, taking me to heaven with just his lips. I melt into him. I could live here forever.

"Mr. Grey?" I hear my asshole boss.

I lean back, looking at him, the Savile Row Suit. A four-thousand-dollar suit. Jason the body guard and the way everyone is open mouthed gaping at us. I lean back down, forehead to his chest, taking his breath. I smile.

"Babe?" He whispers.

"Anna."

"Christian, my fallen angel."

"We should go somewhere private? To talk I mean? Adonis?" I blush at my kinky thoughts. Visions of lazy wildflower meadows summer day, naked on a blanket. Wine, snacks and just us. Just Us. Making love in the sunshine. Or on his office desk, hard and fast. I flash to visions of me naked, against his office window, pounding me into orgasmic neverland.

I move, backing away, grabbing my bag, hooking his arm. I lean on his shoulder. Walking our dog. Winston is strutting to Christian's office. My men. We go to his office on the top floor. I realize he's my boss. Christian Grey. I don't care he's my bosses, bosses, boss. He's my angel, Adonis, my dream come true; maybe he is my prince happily ever after. I pray so.

***the term "vamping" is synonym for parodying a Drama Queens speech & movement. Inthis case Noir Style B-movies female characters: usually what we call Gold-diggers today. Think Vogue moving with manipulative characters. Gloria May Josephine Swanson in Sunset (1950),

Drama Queens: Characters who act dramatically a lot of the time, or at least when they have little reason to. Whether it's Fainting, hysterics, acting like they are in second rate drama, or hyperbole to the point of bursting from it, the characters just live to be over-dramatic. Self-serving overacting to get attention.