Once again Thank You for the kind words, & new follows. Your time is greatly appreciated.

I want to take time to reply to one of the Guest reviews I received as I was unable to directly reply. I hope I do not disappoint with my take on a FSOG inspired plot. The similarities with Ana arriving in America on a visa, albeit from different countries & under different visa types, are the only similarities I hope to have with one of my all time favourite FanFiction stories "The Masters Muse". To even be mentioned in that category is very humbling. To all the other reviews, Thank You, all words & constructive criticism will be taken on board. I will endeavour to reply to all reviews that allow a reply. This is my first ever public domain writing attempt, just an Aussie girl realising a dream (hence the Australian connection). I do hope everyone enjoys the next installment - ryetjo :)

A/N All characters belong to EL James. I do NOT own the characters or lay claim to them.

Chapter Four:

"So you mean to tell me I just fell into the arms of my new boss?", I look at Kate with what I am sure is the most incredulous expression on my face. Oh no. Breathe Ana. There are worse things in life. You don't start for three weeks, I am sure Mr Grey will have forgotten the long brown haired, red faced, clumsy girl from the airport, three weeks is a long time. I am sure he has already forgotten about you. Kate has the most bemused look on her face as she starts nodding her head slowly before a chuckle escapes, "Yes Ana, your new gay boss". By now Kate's chuckle has turned into half snorts, I am feeling wounded but can see the funny side. "Only me", I half whisper to myself, rolling my eyes at the thought of adding this latest moment to the long list of other moments that make up the Anastasia repertoire.

Ethan stoops down & collects my bag, after taking her coat from the attendant & draping it across one arm Kate links her other arm with mine & we set off towards the main terminal. My skin still tingling & my eyes scanning ahead, whilst not wanting to put myself back in the mind of the new boss, I secretly hoped I could catch a glimpse of him again. No one has ever sent a core shattering touch through me, no one ever. Although, I've never really allowed anyone close enough to have a chance of touching me in that way before, I am baffled at how such an innocent touch has awoken senses I have never discovered previously. I have a feeling there is more to this man, those eyes just said too much in the brief seconds that I looked into them & we connected. All in your head Ana, just concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other.

After stopping briefly in the trinket shop & choosing a fake lei, tinged with red specks, a fitting memento as that was one of my first sights after exiting the plane in Honolulu & the red symbolises the red shirt welcoming army, we make our way towards the boarding gate. As we arrive I am rewarded with a fleeting glimpse of Mr Grey as he makes his way into the tunnel, of course with both of his black suits tailing behind him. Of course, priority boarding, I can only assume it is first class all the way for Mr Grey. On cue a tingle snakes it way around & through my body. A delicious smell, from memory, forms inside my senses & I swear if I closed my eyes I could hear & feel his breathe against the side of my face as he holds me up. OK Ana, snap out of it. What has gotten into you! This is crazy. My mind is in total overdrive. I reason I am tired, in a foreign country & way out of my depth. Plus with a naturally over active imagination, from years spent living my life through dreams & wishes, I tend to get carried away with things. An avid reader who can lose herself in time & plots, anything to take away reality.

After boarding the plane & being seated I do not remember much more, my eyelids take control of themselves & before the standard safety talk commences I am far far away. Surrounded by a pool of liquid grey & finding myself lost within those eyes.

Christian's POV:

The girl looks familiar, I can't place her though as I slam back the last of my drink. Sitting in the far corner of the bar area I have a good view of the whole Qantas lounge area, & I am sitting far enough back that I can observe but am not in the direct line to be observed myself. Just the way I like it. I nod to Taylor, my right hand man & head of security as he passes by, just a routine sweep of the area, but good to know he is on the job. I scan around & see Sawyer, the other security that is traveling with us, sitting inconspicuously to the side of some business suits engaged in an animated conversation, each can be heard rising in voice level & achievements as the conversation passes around the table, a good old pissing contest no less.

I can not take my eyes off her. The way she flicks her long brown hair from her shoulder, the loose tendril of hair she occasionally, & nervously, twirls between her fingers. I can't see her face clearly, & damn it, I want to see her face. She has an air of innocence & grace that seems a contrast to her outward appearance. She is obviously out of her depth, trailing behind wealth, her clothes screaming cheap compared to her blonde loud friend. The friend I do remember though, her Father is Edwin Kavanagh, Seattle's most prominent & outspoken media mogul. I remember her overtly direct questions from the interview she did for the University of Washington's student newspaper. I shudder involuntarily as I recall a few questions that belonged more to a sidewalk trash magazine as opposed to a University student newspaper – 'are you gay Mr Grey' – seriously what a question, my family think that but do not verbalise it, & what does ones sexual orientation have to do with business success. As a major financial contributor to the University's research programs & the fact I conferred the degrees recently handed out, my own marketing department thought it was a feel good interview that was too good to pass up. Plus the tenacity of Miss Kavanagh, the months preceding full of requests for an interview. The need to have a favour to call upon if I needed any media assistance was in all honesty the swaying factor & the main reason I finally relented. Everything has a price, & I made sure Edwin Kavanagh was clear that the interview was a favour to his daughter. As I don't grant personal interviews often, rarely if at all, it was a real coup for Miss Kavanagh, I reasoned it was beneficial as it brought much needed attention to the University, my own agenda aside of course.

I see her blush slightly at a point in the conversation which I can not hear, that innocence combined with the slight pink blush tinge is, is hot. I shake my head, with no release in the last few months I am seeing & imagining scenarios now with random girls in the airport. Real classy Grey, real classy. Out of the corner of my eye I see Sawyer stand & that is enough of an interruption to refocus my thoughts. Taylor catches my eye & with a short nod he signals it is time to leave. The one thing I like about Taylor is the unspoken trust we have, & the fact when the man speaks it is of importance, no waffling. I place my glass on the bar, sliding a generous tip under the glass, the barman had certainly deserved the tip, it is rare to find someone who simply does their job these days without intruding on your personal space & wanting idle chit chat. With that I stand, take a few steps towards the door, & halt, waiting for Taylor's next nod to give the all clear to proceed.

My eyes are immediately back on the girl. I do not think I could look away for any length of time if I tried to. What a fantastic sight, now standing her long legs, although hidden by jeans are still shapely, & as she bends over to collect her backpack I am floored for a moment. Get a grip Grey. Mental note made to call Elena when I arrive home, I need a new potential submissive to interview. Eye fucking a stranger is not a usual practice, nor one I am comfortable with.

A second nod from Taylor & I start walking towards the door. What the fuck. Lightning fast reflexes in action, I do not know what takes over, next thing I know I am standing with my hands holding either side of this mystery girl, she is so close, & there is a, a new sensation, it is like a shattering of my cold grey heart, the first thread of decency & good seeps from inside me. What the fuck. My face is inches from the side of hers, her long hair brushes against my arm & sends a shiver through me. She smells divine, I inhale deeper in an effort to imprint that scent on my brain. I resist the urge to bury my face in her hair. She feels so slender under my fingers, her skin is flawless & such a tinge of pink, a blush rapidly spreading, all of my senses come alive. What I would give to see my hand spread a tinge of pink across her small, perfectly shaped arse. OK Grey, enough. What the fuck are you thinking. I want to wrap her up in my arms but instead shut back down, take stock of my emotions & return to the controlling CEO I am. I maintain contact but take a small step back, holding her at arms length, not wanting to break that contact but know I must if I intend on regaining total control of myself. I ask in a strong measured voice, "Are you hurt in anyway, would you like to take a seat?". She is struggling to find words, her embarrassment obvious, & then she looks up.

Where do I look, my eyes dart from her perfectly formed mouth & lips to her eyes. The first time I look directly into those blue eyes I feel lost. Is this girl looking right through me? No, way, don't be silly Grey, what is with the fucking mush? It is though she can see my heart, & no one is allowed to see my true self. I've hidden from the World my inner self, I am not worthy of allowing people to get too close to me, I do not wish to taint others with what I've seen or what I feel. Her eyes though, they are a shade of cornflower blue, & they seemingly have no bottom. Her eyes invite you in & then the air between us seemingly wraps itself around all of my senses & a feeling of complete calm & knowing settles inside of me. This has to stop Grey. You have now officially lost the plot. When is Flynn next free?

Her senses have returned enough now that she isn't opening her perfect full mouth with no sound coming bows her head & mumbles a multitude of apologies & the fact she isn't hurt. Thank fuck for that, I could not stand the thought of this girl hurt in any way. OK, Grey, ENOUGH. With all my will I release her, & with a curt nod of the head I stride away, leaving her with the loud blonde & the blond guy who I've already ascertained must be Miss Kavanagh's brother as they look too similar in appearance. Mental note made to check that fact though. As soon as we are out of earshot & the Qantas lounge doors close I direct towards Taylor, "I want her name, get Welch onto it, I want a full security report on her, who is she, what is her story". Taylor ever the professional just nods. He is used to my requests, although I do see a slight smirk at this latest turn of events.

We head for the boarding gate & once settled in my seat I allow my thoughts to return to the girl. I do not know what hold she has, but it is a hold I need to investigate. Her downcast eyes, her pink blush, the long brown hair & slender build, almost perfect submissive material.

Chapter Five to follow!

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