A/N: Done! I know I hate cliff hangers. You're welcome ;) Now let's drop in on this...uh, awkward, to say the least...conversation.

Let me know how I did!

Love, ASC

My mouth dries and I feel the blood drain from my face. I know she apologized to me...but the Jack Hyde incident left scars. Those of which are invisible that cause me the most symptoms. And even after that fear... She has no business being here. I thought this was over. And what the fuck is with the hair and eyes? Bleach and contacts, I'm guessing. But why? An ex submissive has no business getting a make over, dressing in her most provocitive clothing, and then coming to request an audience with my husband. Hell, no woman has any business doing that to any woman's man. Let alone a woman who held a gun to my head and had a kinky, intimate past with my Fifty.

I realize with a sinking feeling that my cell phone is on my bed. And my bed is some where over my head, up that grand stair case.

Crap. Get it together, Grey.

"I know it's ridiculous for me to be here. But ridiculous requests require ridiculous measures." She gives me a quirky half smile, and I think she just tried to crack a joke. I manage a weak grin. She notices. "I really am better, Mrs. Grey. I have medicine and a great therapist. All better." She taps her temple, and I nervously attempt to change the subject.

"What request? And why did you change your appearance like this?" She shrugs sheepishly, and seems to be bracing herself.

"I want a job as an assistant or receptionist to Mr. Grey." Her words tumble out in a rush, and before I can say she didn't answer my second question, I realize she sure did. How did she know? Christian's female employee base mainly consists of blonde bombshells. Which she now is the epitome of.

"What happened to art school?" I sound incredulous, and irate, even to my own ears.

"Not my calling. And by calling, I mean it doesn't pay the bills." She smirks again, and I feel slightly guilty. I will never have to worry about paying bills again. When I first heard of her, Christian cryptically said that she wanted 'more'. As in, a real relationship with him...and the feeling was not mutual. This could have easily been her, here, in my place. With a baby on the way, loved and cared for twenty four seven, the best housing, clothing, and food available. And the sex isn't half bad, either, my inner goddess retorts with a sly grin. "I'll work very hard. I have a good resume." She seems desperate, suddenly.

"Christian will be home soon. Would you like to stay till then? I'm afraid I can't promise anything before taking with him." I finally reach my goal; my voice sounds cool, calm, and professional.

It slips, just for a minute. I see the empty, cold, detached girl I first met in my apartment, where she greeted me with a barrel of a gun. Her eyes cloud, her lips pull into a taunt line, and her breathing speeds. Her shoulders hunch and while taking a step back, she falters on her heels. Was she seriously about to fall to her knees?

What the hell just happened?

But before I can process all of that body language, it's gone. She's once again an out of place, yet unfaltering sex kitten. She must see the confusion on my face. Quickly, she smooths her dress over hips nervously, and mutters how actually, she's quite happy to have caught me. Then:

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Ana. I'll see myself out. Thank you for your time, and please mention me to Mr. Grey." She turns expertly on her six inch high heel, and yanks open my front door. I smile before closing-and locking- it behind her. I hear my cell phone chime, and run to catch it.

From: Christian Grey

To: Anastasia Grey

Subject: Missing my two favorite ladies

Hello Mrs. and Miss Grey. Please put on something pretty; we're going out to dinner.

Love you both. X

Christian Grey

Hungry CEO, Grey Enterprises Inc.

Oh, this was going to be interesting.

Wowza. I agree with Ana- that is gonna be some dinner! So, you've been formally invited to dinner with Ana and Christian ;) Come back tomorrow!

Love, AWC