Ana's POV
When I finally reach the place I now call home I'm still fuming. Slamming the door behind me I march over to retrieve my new best friend. We've been close ever since I turned twenty-one. Grabbing a glass I pour some Jack Daniels and take a swig lovingly. God that's better, I never drink this early, in fact I usually only drink on weekends but that man just got to me. Asshole!
I take my bottle of Jack and walk into the bathroom to turn on the taps in the tub, it should calm my nerves. I don't remember ever being this worked up, it's strange for me.
I know Kate won't be home for a while, its only 3pm so I can take as long as I like.
Stripping out of my jeans and T I sink into the toasty water. I know I'll look like I've been cooked when I come out but I like it hot.
Fully emerged apart from my head, I close my eyes and I see him, I see his angry grey face staring back. He really was handsome, pity he had such a foul mouth.
My mind starts to drift and I try to block out all the thoughts of him but it's extremely hard. I'm being bombarded with memories of his silky hair and smooth jaw line; I'd love to slip my fingers through his locks and lic-
Ok stop! There's no way I'm letting myself get aroused by someone like him. No fucking way!
Frustrated I pull myself up and out of the bath, grabbing the nearest towel and tying it around me. I take another gulp of Jack to calm me down. As I pass the mirror my suspicions were right, I do look like I've been cooked. Pretty much like a lobster.
I make my way to my bedroom, drying off quickly and shoving some sweats and an old T on. I wrap my hair in the towel and settle on the bed. It has a brand new mattress and I just sink into it. I wonder what it'd be like to be pressed down further as he hovers over m-
NO!
Ok focus. What's important right now? Interviews! Good.
I pull out my laptop from under the bed and start it up. I need to check the interview dates and times so I don't miss them. That would be bad, really bad.
As I look over my opportunities I make sure to go over the SIP offer more thoroughly, maybe I would like to work in the most popular publishing house in Seattle after all. It seems like it would be a challenge and I love a good challenge. The whole 'no slacking allowed' thing appeals to me, I like to keep busy and with SIP's reputation there's no way the employees are ever empty handed or bored.
The person I have the interview with is some guy named Christian Grey. I hope he's nice; I want it to go well. The interview is in two days time at midday which gives me plenty of time to prepare. In fact I can't wait.
Closing the laptop I hear the front door open followed by a high pitched yell.
"Annnnaaaaaa are you in?"
"Here Kate". I say stepping into the best area of the house. Our living room has a huge TV and the comfiest couches ever made, I throw myself down on one and Kate follows.
"We are going out tonight, we haven't really celebrated our graduation and now we're here and our life is finally beginning, we need to party!".
The whole time I sit there just staring as she rambles. I may drink on weekends but I didn't say I partied.
"Kate really do we have t-"
"YES! We do, you don't have a choice now get up!" Groaning I stand and march over to her bedroom, I know she'll make me wear one of her dresses, there's no need to fight it.
Two hours later I'm standing in front of a full length mirror looking at a different person. My body is covered-when I say covered I say it lightly-by a tight knee length black dress. It gives me curves I never knew I had and a cleavage that's just...wow. My heels are sky high and make my legs go on forever. I know I won't be able to walk more than five steps before I crumple in pain but it's worth it. Finally my hair is tousled and it rivals the just fucked look of Mr. Sex on legs from earlier today. I push that thought away trying not to think about he who will not be named...wait I don't even know his name! That suits me just fine, stupid jerk of a man.
Kate is her usually self. Short dress, high heels like me but I think I might just look slightly hotter than her tonight and that's a hard task to pull off.
Once our make-up is perfected we make our way outside to hail a cab. I was correct about the heels. Five steps and owwwww, extreme pain but I'd soon be too drunk to care.
We pull up in front of a night club named Fifties, according to Kate it's popular and her words are backed up by the huge line of people outside the door. I groan inwardly. Really?
Kate notices my expression as we step out of the cab.
"Don't worry Ana, I know the security guy". She smirks tugging on my arm. How does she know the guy? Never mind.
As we walk in I hear the annoyed voices of the crowd outside, but it's quickly drowned out by the booming of the bass. This place is packed. The dance floor is one big sweaty body moving to the beat. I avoid it like the plague heading straight for the bar. That's were Jack Daniels is. So that's where I need to be. He is the love of my life after all.
Kate doesn't stop me. Instead she heads to the dance floor to become one with the mass. Have fun with that. Ewww.
I take a seat and try to get the bar tenders attention. Flashing some cleavage seems to work for the other girls but I don't feel like being a slut tonight.
"Hey over here!". I shout. Nothing. Then I hear a voice next to me.
"Didn't you hear the lady? She wants a drink, NOW!". The man's voice is demanding and forceful. It sends a shiver up my spine but I don't look.
The bar tender turns to the guy beside me. From the look on his face I can see he's about to tell the man to go fuck himself. Well that's until he lays eyes on him. Immediately his expression turns to one of fear.
"I-I'm sorry , Sir". He then turns to me quickly.
"What are you having?"
"Umm...some Jack please". I haven't turned to look at my hero yet but I have a feeling I won't like it. I feel like I've been hit by lightening. My whole body is sizzling and the air around me is crackling. It feels good, I feel alive but it's the same feeling I felt earlier today and that can't be good.
" So... do you come here often?" Finally I turn and my eyes lock onto him. Sure enough it's the coffee shop asshole. Anger flares inside me.
Sooooo not my fucking hero!
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Ok so let me explain. Christian is still the same angry dominant he is in the book except in my story there is no Elena cause I hate that bitch. Christian became a dominant through normal circumstances-he simply enjoyed it- but just because he isn't as fucked up it doesn't mean it will be any easier for Ana to tame him. Will she even want to?
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