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Chapter 2- The Big Reveal

I wake up alone in Christian's guest room after a restless night's sleep. Intense gray eyes, whips, floggers all sorts of crazy images in my head. I wonder if Christian went back to sleep after he walked me back to my room.

I check myself out in the bathroom mirror to see if I'm half way presentable. Ugh, bed head...my hair is a mess. I take out two hair bands and put my hair up into pony tails. I look so girly; this ought to keep Mr. Kinky at bay. At least now, I look good enough for early morning.

I straighten out the bed, grab my bag and head off to the kitchen to see if Christian is awake.

My mind is clouded with thoughts...too many thoughts. I'm confusing myself...I should be afraid of him with that torture chamber of a room he has upstairs, but I'm not. He intimidates me, but I don't feel threatened. I just don't know what to think. Well, after today, I won't have to think about him anymore. He'll be out of my life. He's probably looking forward to getting me out of here. I guess he'll have Taylor drive me back. The thought leaves me feeling empty. I feel like I'm losing something that I never had it in the first place. Oh, I'm not making any sense.

The kitchen is quiet...too quiet. No sign of Christian here. I'm a little relieved; I'm not really sure what to say to him. I'm experiencing information overload and since I signed the NDA and there's no where to unload it. After placing my bag on the counter, I take my cell phone out of my bag and see three missed texts from Kate. Crap, she's freaking out looking for me. I text her back and tell her I'm fine. I don't know what I'm going to say to her when I get home. I don't know what I'm allowed to say. And if she's with Christian's brother Elliot, that will only complicate matters.

I'm a bundle of nervous energy. I may as well do something and get breakfast started. Christian was having an omelet for breakfast at the Heathman, so I'll go with that. I open the refrigerator to get the ingredients...Wow, this is stocked...I grab some eggs, cheese and bacon.

Why did Christian have to be this way? Why did he think I'd be interested what he offered? I don't think give off a "Hey I'm kinky as fuck, make me your sex slave, tie me up to a bed and whip me" vibe. I just have to ignore my attraction to him. I'm way out of my depth here.

I spot my Ipod in my bag and take it out. Some music is what I need to clear out my head. As I'm preparing breakfast, I'm dancing around the kitchen to my music, singing softly to myself while I'm cooking. I turn and seated at the breakfast bar is Christian with an amused smirk on his face. I stop in my tracks and pull the Ipod's earphones out of my ears.

"Good morning Miss Steele. Please don't stop on my account."

"I, err...I was making breakfast" I feel the heat from my blush...I know I'm bright crimson.

"Oh, is that what you call what you were doing?" Pompous ass.

I ignore his teasing.

"Were you sleeping?" I ask.

"Working in my study."

He's wearing a pair of sweat pants and a tight T-shirt that hugs his chest. He looks hot. Wicked hot. He really takes care of his body. Oh, those biceps. Holy fuck, this man is a gift to women. And I turned him down. I must be insane. Stop, stop, I'd be insane to accept his offer. I snap myself out of my errant thoughts…

"I see. Would you like some coffee? I can make you some if you tell me where to find it "

"Yes, thank you. It's in the cabinet behind you. There's also tea there. It's up high, I'll get it for you" I love that he remembers I prefer tea. He stands up from the bar stool and comes into the kitchen. He walks over to me and playfully pulls on one of my pigtails.

"You look quite young with these, Anastasia. They won't protect you from me" He jokes. I hope he's joking.

The proximity of his body next to mine in the close space is unnerving. He reaches over me and opens the cabinet. Did he just smell my hair mid-reach? Nah, must have been my imagination. He takes the coffee and a box of tea.

"Here you go." He hands the box of tea to me, his fingertips briefly brush across my hand, our eyes momentarily locked. The muscles below my waist tighten. How does he affect me so strongly? I've never felt anything like this.

I break our gaze and look down at the box of tea. It's English Twinnings Breakfast Tea, my favorite.

I raise my brow and smirk at him.

"A bit of a forgone conclusion, was I?"

"I can't conclude anything about you, Anastasia"

"Why must you continually call me Anastasia?"

"Because it's your name."

"Ana...call me Ana. Would you like breakfast now?"

"Yes, thank you, Anastasia" Bastard is mocking me.

Once the coffee and tea is ready, I set out our plates. He stands, waiting for me to have my seat at the bar. Boy, he is polite.

I walk around the breakfast bar and sit. I'm really not hungry. Just having him sit next to me unnerves me. He's so damned sexy, he doesn't have to try, it just pours off of him…but not in a subtle trickle of sexy, more like a full force waterfall. I'm going to drown if he sits any closer.

"This is really quite delicious" Christian says appreciatively. "Why aren't you eating?"

"I'm not very hungry, I guess."

"You must eat" He demands as he points to my plate. Jeez, this guy has a real issue about food.

I take a few bites of my omelet. I hardly taste it, but he seems to relax seeing me eat.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks.

"Yes, thank you." I lie. "Your guest room is very comfortable"

He nods.

We quietly eat our breakfast. I have to break this awkward silence.

"Err...will Taylor drive me home?"

"No, I will."

Oh, he's taking me home. The thought of having a little while longer with him before the big send off makes me surprisingly happy.

We finish our breakfast and clear off our plates.

"I have a few calls to make then we can head out."

"Umm…ok. I'll get changed"

"Very well. Make yourself comfortable. I shouldn't be long"

I grab my bag and head back into the guest room. I throw my hair up in a bun and take a quick shower, careful not to get my hair wet. As I'm showering, I can't help but laugh at the irony ..I did get naked at Christian's penthouse…didn't expect to be naked alone.

After my shower, I change into a clean pair of underwear and the extra blouse I brought with me and put on my jeans from last night.

As I'm brushing my hair, I hear voices. Who the hell is that? It sounds like Christian and some woman. Crap, I hope he doesn't have some submissive slave girl in the other room, while I'm still here. Yeah, some submissive girl who will have that Greek God all to herself. I find myself jealous. Why am I jealous?

My curiosity has peaked. I have to know who it is. Maybe I'll ruin their moment. Ha!

With my bag in hand, I slowly open the door to the guest bedroom.

Christian is sitting on the couch talking with an elegant looking sandy-haired woman. Clearly this is no submissive.

Christian stands and warmly smiles at me.

"Here she is. Mother this is a friend of mine, Anastasia Steele. Anastasia, this is Grace Trevelyan- Grey"

Holy Crap...his Mother! I'm meeting his Mother!

"It's a pleasure to meet you Anastasia" she says as she extends her hand out to me..

"Dr. Trevelyan–Grey, very nice to meet you" I grasp her hand and smile. She seems like a lovely woman.

"Please call me Grace" She smiles. Christian tilts his head to one side looking confused at her.

"How do you two know each other?" She asks

"Anastasia interviewed me for the student paper at WSU"

"Ah yes, you'll be speaking at the graduation ceremony, won't you Christian?"

"Yes." He nods.

Crap...I forgot about that! My cell phone starts ringing. I quickly grab it out of my bag and excuse myself to the kitchen to answer it.

"Kate?"

"Oh Ana. I'm so sorry about the way I behaved"

"Jose, now isn't a good time to talk. I'll call you later" I quickly hang up. I glance over and see Christian watching me, his mouth in a hard line. What's eating him?

I walk back to Christian and his mother.

"…and Elliot called and said you were in town. I haven't seen you in so long darling"

"Did he now?" Christian murmurs, while staring at me. He looks mad. Why? Did I do something?

"Yes, but I see you have company. So we'll catch up another time. It was lovely to meet you Anastasia." She extends her hand and we shake. "I can see myself out Christian"

He kisses her cheek and she leaves.

Once she is in the elevator, he turns to me.

"That was the photographer?"

"Yes"

"Why did he call you?"

"To apologize for Friday. What does it matter to you?"

"That boy attacked you, if you recall."

"Christian, he was drunk, I was drunk. He made a mistake. It won't happen again."

Boy, he looks mad. He briefly closes his eyes, like he's trying to reel in his anger and suddenly he changes tact.

"You're wearing a different shirt than you were yesterday. You brought a change of clothes?

"Yes, in the bag I was carrying…in case I stayed"

"Always full of surprises. A bit of a forgone conclusion, was I, Miss Steele? His mouth curls up into a devilish grin

I blush.

"More like a closed book now, Mr. Grey. Didn't you notice I had on a long T-shirt at breakfast? That was different too" I bite my lip to suppress a smile.

"Honestly, no. I only noticed your legs. Stop doing that" he pulls my lip from my teeth's grip and lightly runs his thumb across my bottom lip looking deeply in my eyes. There it is again, that charge I feel between us. My stomach is doing back flips.

Kiss me, kiss me. What I am thinking…no no. don't kiss me. Grrr…I don't know what I want.

"Do you make it a habit of bringing a change of clothes on all your dinner dates, Miss Steele?" He asks as he raises an eyebrow,

"This is a first, Mr. Grey"

"Surely when you stayed at a boy's overnight, you've brought something?"

"No, I don't; do this sort of thing usually"

"You mean bring extra clothes?"

"No, stay the night"

"You've never stayed over a boyfriend's place after you had sex?"

"Well, no"

"Why not? The sex not good enough to make you want to stay" he jokes.

"Well, no. I never had a reason to stay. I haven't had sex before."

Christian is suddenly white as a ghost.

"You're a virgin?"

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