I hope to stay true to the character that E.L. James created. In no way do I own any part of The Fifty Shades Trilogy. I hope you enjoy!

I wake up early in the morning. I am surprised that I was not up earlier. I try to recall, but don't think I had any nightmares. That's very odd, I've had nightmares for as long as I can remember. I look over and Anastasia is still sleeping soundly. I take a moment and just look at her. The curve of her nose, the line of her lips. She really is breathtaking. Stop obsessing, Grey! You are becoming a stalker. I get out of bed and decide to go work off some of my frustration in the gym. On my way I call Taylor. I let him know that Miss Steele will need some new clothes, all new clothes. I tell him her measurements. I have made it my business to know Anastasia Steele, and now it is coming in handy.

When I get to the gym, I start to remember how she ended up in my bed to begin with. I find myself getting angry all over again. How could she let herself get into that situation? I do my best to get lost in my workout, but it is still not enough to touch the edge of my anger.

I get back to the room and decide to order breakfast. But I have no idea what she eats. I tell the desk that I want some of everything and an egg white omelet for myself. They give me a time frame and the call is over. I get my blackberry off the table and text Elliot. I wonder if last night was everything Miss Kavanagh had hoped for. I let him know that Anastasia is still with me at the hotel and I will be dropping her off at the apartment. I would assume he would be leaving from there with me.

When I enter the bedroom, I notice that Taylor has returned with the clothes and placed them on the chair. Miss Steele is awake and has drank the orange juice from the nightstand and taken the Advil. When I regard her, I try to keep my voice pleasant. What I wouldn't give to be able to beat her right now. To show her what type of punishment can follow a reckless night like that. Oh, it would be sweet. Then to sink my hard penis slowly into her, to punish her from behind, so I could see the marks that I left on her.

When she responds it pulls me out of my thoughts. She begins to ask questions about last night, so I sit close enough to reach out and touch her, but I don't. I know if I touch her right now, I will not be able to stop. I answer her questions as she runs through how she got here, how she got undressed. It's when she asked me if we slept together that I am taken back. I may be a sicko, but not that kind of sicko. I let her know that necrophilia is not a hobby of mine.

When she apologizes, I can help but smile. I try not to let her see, but she is good at making me let my guard down. That is because you let her, Grey. When she snaps about not need rescuing, and being tracked down, I remember that she is strong willed. I not so kindly point out her encounter with the photographer, and defend my tracking of her. Anyone can track a cell phone now. It's called technology, but she doesn't need to know how much I track her. That's between Welch and I.

She tries to make light of the situation and calls me a knight. I am not a knight dear. If I were, I wouldn't be the good kind. No, Grey. The things you want to do to that pure pale flesh, you would not be a good knight.

She tells me that she didn't eat last night, and I have an over whelming feeling of anger. Why am I angry? Remember, she is not yours. You cannot control her, Grey! I tell her about the importance of eating before you drink massive quantities of alcohol. I try and relate the dangers that go with getting that drunk. When I tell her that she wouldn't be able to sit for a week, I know she doesn't understand what I mean. Oh, Grey. You really want to beat this woman, don't you? You can almost taste it, can't you? Can you hear the whip as it strikes her skin? Or maybe it is a paddle this time. Do you think she would be up for canning? She remarks that she was with Kate. Kate? Who let her leave with me without so much as a second glance? Did she already forget that the photographer was there too, accosting her? She thinks he is harmless, I think he needs to be taught a lesson. You don't put your hands on what is mine. She is not yours, Grey!

I finally decide that this conversation if over and ask her if she would like to shower before me. What I wouldn't give to be able to shower with her. To be able to feel her body, wet with soap. Feel my hands glide over her skin. I realize that the look on my face has caused her to stop breathing. I remind her again to breathe as I stroke her cheek and run my thumb across her lower lip. I tell her breakfast will be here in 15 minutes.

Once in the shower, I turn the water as hot as it will go. I need to feel something, something that I have control over. I have no control over myself since I met Miss Steele. As I scrub the gym off of me, I think back to how she looked sleeping. When I finish, I wrap the towel around my waist as usual, and make my way back to the bedroom. I see that Anastasia is up. She seems to be looking for something, and then I remember that I sent her clothes to the laundry. I tell her she has clean clothes in the bag on the chair.

When she goes into the bathroom, I shake my head. She seems so naive sometimes. I dress in a white linen shirt and pants. I make my way to the living room and set up my laptop to do some work. When breakfast arrives, I knock on the bathroom door to let Anastasia know. I go back out and begin to eat my omelet.

When Anastasia emerges from the bedroom, I take a quick breath in. Damn, what I wouldn't give to destroy the clothes Taylor just bought. She mentions Kate, and I let her know that I've already texted Elliot and everything is fine. I order her to sit at the table with me so she can eat something. I smile awkwardly as I try to explain all of the food. When she decides on something to eat, I return to my meal. I offer her tea, and notice that her hair is dripping wet still. She can get very sick from that.

It is polite of her to thank me for the clothes, but when she offers to pay me back for them, I simply will not hear it. She also makes mention of not accepting the books. This will just not due. When she asks about why I sent the books, I have a hard time explaining. I am not used to feeling bad for the way that I act, or how I want things. I try again to warn her, but end up telling her how much I can't stay away from her. How does she do this to me? Why am I telling her any of this? I do not like reveling anything about how I am feeling. It's probably because I don't have feelings.

When she tells me not to stay away from her, it takes everything I have not to go across the table and force her to the floor. She doesn't understand what I am, what I want, what I can do to her. It is amusing when she asks if I am celibate. Oh, baby, I am very far from celibate. I would really like to show you how far.

I ask her about her plans for the next few days. I need to get her to Escala. I need to show her what I am about. I need her in my playroom. She says she is working and packing. Her and Miss Kavanagh are moving to Seattle, and not too far from my place. I ask her about work, only to find out that she never did apply at GEH. I am not sure how I feel about that. Is my company not good enough for her? Don't be dumb, Grey! If she worked for you, then you definitely couldn't make her your new sub.

She smirks as she regards my company. What I would love to do to wipe that smirk off of her face. As I ask her, she bites her bottom lip. Fuck! I want that lip in my mouth! I want it around my dick. I warn her about biting her lip and I can see how it my threat affects her. Then she goads me. She has the nerve to tell me to go ahead and bite her lip myself. I can start to feel her words making me hard. I want her so bad, I need her to make me release. No! Not until she knows everything!

I tell her that she will give me written consent before I will touch her. I'll show her, the sooner the better. She surprises me when she says that she wants to 'become informed' tonight. Oh, the things this woman does to me. I make plans with her to pick her up from work this evening. I have Taylor arrange Charlie Tango so I can take her from Portland to Seattle. It will be much faster, and if she signs everything tonight, we will still have time to get started. I suddenly feel anxious with showing her everything. What if she doesn't like it? What if she wants to leave? I make sure that she has the option to go back to Portland if she wishes. I figure we should get there around 9-9:30. She will have seen everything by 11. I'll have my backup pilot waiting from 10:30 on, just in case.

When I am finished on the phone with Taylor, I end the call. For some reason Anastasia finds this curious. They are my employees, I don't have to say thank you. It's their job to do as I ask. I tell Anastasia about the helicopter. I can tell that she is excited. But when I see her plate barely touched, I remind her to eat. Does she not understand that there are so many children out there who starve? Children like I was, that had no food at all to eat. Stop it, Grey. That part of your life is over. You are never going back there.

When she begins laughing, I am curious as to her thoughts, but she just shakes her head and resumes eating. Once she is finished, I inform her that we will leave once she has dried her hair. She gets up to go to the bedroom when she stops to ask me about where I slept last night. It was very weird to sleep with someone in my bed. Although, I have never had sex with anyone in my bed either. Hm…

I continue to read the paper until she is finished getting ready. My phone rings before she comes back out and it is Ros. One of the items with Darfur has hit a bit of a snag. I am still on the phone with Anastasia emerges from the bedroom. I notice that her hair is not completely dry, but I say nothing. When I finish my conversation with my 2nd in command at GEH, I ask if we are ready to leave.

I pick up my jacket and car keys as I lead the way out of the room. When we get to the door, I open it for Miss Steele to allow her through first. As we walk to the elevators, I can't help but fight the urge to reach for her hand. Don't start Grey! You know you won't be able to let go.

Standing in front of the elevator bay, I am reminded of the last time we took these elevators down. I glance down at her to see her peaking up at me through her lashes. I can't help but let a smile creep across my lips.

When the elevator arrives, we step in. From the moment that the door closes, I feel like we are magnets being drawn together. I can't fight it any longer, I have to have her. "Fuck the paperwork, " I say as I turn towards her. I push her up against the wall. I move fast enough to grab both of her hands before she realizes. I pin them above her head in one of my hands. I push against her hips with mine, using them to force her against the wall. I reach behind her neck, grabbing her hair. I pull so that her face turns up to mine. Finally, what I have been wanting for over a week, I let my lips feel hers. I let them push against her soft lips slowly. When she moans, her lips part so slightly and I seize the moment. I push my tongue into her mouth. I finally taste her, and its amazing. I want more. I have to have her. I have to possess her. I can feel how timid she is when she kisses me. She is not used to someone being so rough with her, but I can't help it. I need her.

I feel myself start to get hard and I have to stop. I release the back of her hair and slide my hand to cup her chin. I tell her, "You. Are. So. Sweet." Each word holds so much meaning. She has to know. When the elevator stops, I pull away. Three men get on and I immediately go cold again. They can't see the passion that I have for this woman next to me. My face turns into a calm coolness. I still feel her next to me, I can feel her looking at me. When I risk a glance down at her, I have to let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

When the other men exit the elevator, I regard her. I discover that she used my toothbrush. How does she do that? She is so brave and continues to amaze me at every turn. When we exit the elevator on the first floor, I can't help but shake my head and smile again. "What is it about elevators?"

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