A/N: I'm so sorry it's been a week since I last posted, I've been on vacation on Spring Break. I have another chapter written (but I still need to edit it and add more details), so this one is short but I wanted to get this out there since it's been so long. Expect another chapter shortly! I'll write a longer authors note on the next one to answer some questions I got in comments and PMs that I was unable to respond to on vacation as well.

"Hey Ana, you had a last minute patient make an appointment, I had him wait in your office. The guy paid twice your going rate, seemed quite desperate actually."

Ana frowned, this type of thing never happened. As a private practice they had a very niche clientele, typically men and women seeking cognitive behavioral therapy for depression or anxiety. They didn't usually take walk-ins.

Ana quickly smoothed out her skirt to make it appear slightly longer. It was later in the day and she was planning on getting drinks with Kate after she finished up some of her notes from her earlier appointments, so her outfit was less appropriate for a last minute meeting and more appropriate for a girls night out.

Once across the threshold, Ana surveyed her office. Nobody was sitting in the chair typically designated for patients. Her eyes continued up and caught site of a tall man standing by the window looking out into Seattle. His lean, toned body looked magnificent in his clearly expensive, pressed suit. The man was standing with his feet shoulder width apart and with his hands in his pockets. Ana's breath hitched as she took in his confident stance. His unruly hair was begging her to run her hands through it.

Ana could tell that he wasn't aware she had walked into the room, so she cleared her throat loudly. Instead of immediately turning around, the man slowly turned his head towards Ana, looking at her from the side of his eye, smirking. Her heart stopped.

"Christian."

15 minutes ago

"Wait in the car Taylor, I'll only be an hour." Once getting out of the car, Christian paused and buttoned his suit jacket and smiled. He wondered how Anastasia would react when she saw him. He knew she would be surprised, but it would be worth it. An hour of uninterrupted conversation where she would have no other distractions made him uncharacteristically happy. Her whole, undivided attention solely focused on him made one side of his lip twitch in anticipation. I wonder if she'd be into role playing. Naughty therapist and eager patient? Get a grip Christian, first you need to convince her to submit to you.

Christian walked determinately toward the building that he knew housed Ana's private practice. It was a newer building, nice and modern, but it didn't have that great of security. It was pleasantly close to Grey House, which could possibly make future meetings quite easy. And pleasurable.

Getting Roach to get him an appointment with Anastasia was easy. A simple flourish of his pen and a page out of his checkbook made Roach putty in his hands. It seemed most people would bend over backwards to serve him just because of his name and his money. But Anastasia was different. He wondered if she even knew who he was or what his last name meant. Even if she didn't, he liked that she didn't see him as a billionaire. Just as a guy she yelled at in New York once.

As he waited in her office alone, he took the chance to look around. The office was open, clean, and well designed, much different than his office at Grey House. It was more inviting and less cold. Professional yet welcoming, exactly what he would expect from Anastasia from what he knew about her already.

As his fingers skimmed the wood of her desk, he admired her framed publications and degrees on the wall next to a large expanse of windows. He found her dedication to her education endearing and attractive. It's amazing she would have accomplished so much so young, and that coming from him was high praise.

Where the hell is she? Roach said she would be here soon and I don't like to be kept waiting. He ran his hand through his hair as he stared out onto Seattle. If she were mine she would be here by now. Preferably in skimpy black lace. I wonder if people can see through these from the street. I'd like to fuck her against these windows.

As he was busy making a list of everything he wanted to do with Anastasia, a concise cough ripped him from his fantasies. His head automatically turned over his shoulder to see who it was, but he knew it was her. The hair on the back of his neck in anticipation.

He pivoted on his heels to fully take her in. Her long legs were wrapped in a skirt way too short to be appropriate for work and a barely opaque white blouse that didn't conceal the black lacy bralette underneath. Does she wear that for all her patients? What the fuck. Who knows what kinds of people she sees every day. Like that guy from yesterday, is he a patient? She was professionally dressed then, what changed? I'm going crazy.

"Christian." Her voice barely reigned in the surprise she was surely feeling. Her face grew red as she stumbled over one of the legs of her large desk. His mouth smirked in amusement as she stood up straight and pulled her skirt down. Oh baby, leave the skirt where it is. Better to see those milky legs of yours. Those flawless legs that I want wrapped around my neck. Soon. Fuck her breasts are perfect.

"I'm sorry, why are you here? In my office. Now." She cleared her voice and rubbed her forehead to get rid of the initial surprise and irritation. When he said that they would be seeing each other soon, she didn't expect him to book an appointment with her.

"You're very young to have amasses so much success," Christian said changing the subject as he gestured to her wall.

He could see Ana subtly roll her eyes. His hand itched to spank her until her ass glowed that delicious color of pink he knew all too well from her blushes.

"You're deflecting. Would you like some wine?"

"Now look who's deflecting. Though I can't say I've ever been offered alcohol at my therapy sessions." Who the fuck has she been drinking with? I need to know. Fuck Grey stop being a shit.

"I'm not a conventional therapist. And who said you were my patient?" Christian ran his hand through his hair again. He thought talking to her would ease the ache he felt: the need to be around her that was only growing with time.

Christian eyed the wine bottle she was grabbing from behind her desk; it was the bottle he had sent her earlier in the week. Wait does this mean she doesn't drink with her other patients? I'm confused.

"I'd love a glass." Christian slowly walked over to where Ana was standing and accepted the glass she was holding out. He let his fingers brush against hers, trying to get some sort of reaction out of her. "So is this our thing? Wine?"

"We don't have a thing Christian." Christian continued to stand next to Ana, close enough to smell the faint scent of vanilla coming off her skin. He closed his eyes and breathed deep.

"Not yet." He could tell Ana was getting frustrated. Her mouth pursed in annoyance, but all Christian could think about was how sexy she would look with that mouth around his dick. Jesus Christ Grey snap out of it. Fuck her mouth is perfect. In that fucking flimsy bra too. I wonder if she's wearing a matching pair underneath that indecent skirt of hers. Fuck.

"You're just the man who keeps, albeit creepily, showing up in my life." Christian had the decency to look down, somewhat ashamed of his actions, but not ashamed enough to change. He wasn't going to fight fair for Anastasia, and hopefully she would get used to it.

"Business is all about people, Anastasia, and I'm very good at judging people. I know how they tick, what makes them flourish, what doesn't, what inspires them, and how to incentivize them. But you, you," he gestures his hand with the wine glass to her. "You're an enigma Ana. You fascinate me. I want to get to know you."

"You sound like a control freak. A control freak who doesn't understand typical social conventions and doesn't respect boundaries." Damn it Grey you're losing her.

"Is that your professional opinion?" He tried to change the subject to appear more aloof, maybe less creepy. Though he preferred to consider himself more dedicated than creepy. Maybe determined, but certainly not creepy.

"Christian I'm not going to be your therapist."

"That's okay, I already have a therapist."

"You're frustrating," Ana breathed. The annoyance in her voice was almost tangible.

"And you're refreshing. Not a lot of people stand up to me like you do."

"You must surround yourself with the wrong type of people."

"Or the right type."

Christian was used to people treating him differently all his life. Grace and Carrick treated him like the sad, starving four year old. His teachers saw him as the school troublemaker. His business execs saw him as the lucky bastard who signed their salaries. And submissives who saw him as the master of the universe. The master of their universe. Ana, however, seemed to look right through him. Her piercing blue eyes cut past all the bullshit masks he seemed to wear everyday and see him, just as Christian.

"Remind me again Christian, why are you here?" Ana's voice was no longer laced with annoyance, but rather acceptance. Acceptance in the fact that he was here and probably wasn't leaving.

"You want the honest answer?"

"I generally prefer honesty."

"I wanted to see you." A ghost of a smile passed her lips, and that sent a jolt though his body straight to his dick. He could make her happy, he knew it. She just had to give him a proper chance.

"And you couldn't just do it the normal way? Like pick up the phone?" I'm not normal Anastasia.

"I don't have your number?" Now he was just making up lame excuses. Of course he had her number already but he didn't want to risk the chance of her saying no.

"Like that would stop you." Yep, she sees right through me.

"I don't typically do the hearts and flowers thing, so I'm doing my best."

"You sent me flowers," Ana said in amusement. She clearly wasn't going to be accepting any of his bullshit excuses. Damn those usually work. But Christian knew Ana was different. He'd never met anyone like her.

"It seems I'm better than I expected."

"Well how about you be better with someone else." His face snapped to meet hers. They stared at each other for a few seconds as Christian searched her eyes for some explanation. Was she telling him to leave?

"Excuse me?"

"Christian, you're working under the assumption that I, uh, appreciate your advances. While you've been perfectly cordial to me the few times we've met, you're quite domineering. I get the whole alpha male thing that you've got going on, but I've got a lot on my plate right now. And I just got out of a relationship, so I don't think I can give you what you want." Christian vaguely remembered Ana saying that she had just caught her boyfriend cheating on her in New York. Of course she isn't ready for a relationship you shit. Do I even want a relationship? I want to fuck her. I want to be around her. Is that what having a relationship means? Christian Grey does not do fucking relationships. Fuck I need to talk to Flynn.

"Just one date." Apparently Christian Grey does relationships now. Jesus I need to talk to Flynn.

"Did you not hear what I just said?" Ana scoffed at him and crossed her arms. Christian noticed the slight increase in her breathing and the way her breasts moved. As she pressed her arms to her chest, her very see-through shirt became impossibly more see-through and highlighted that perfect bra she was currently wearing. Christian's dick got harder as he tried to look anywhere but her chest. This is a disaster.

"I'm not really used to not getting what I want." It was true. Christian had amassed enough money to finally always get what he wanted. If he wanted a penthouse, he would buy it. If he wanted a car, he would buy a whole fleet. If he wanted sex? Well his face was enough for that. But not this time. This time the one woman he wanted refused to even look his way. And that made him want her even more.

"And what do you want from me?"

"Just one date," he murmured again as confidently as possible.

Ana rolled her head from one shoulder to the next as if to relieve some sort of building tension. She look contemplative for a second as her arms fell from their previously crossed position. She pushed her shoulders back in confidence and looked him straight in the eyes. "Fine. Lunch though, not dinner. Dinner's too intimate. And I'm paying."

"Demanding little thing, aren't you. Are we negotiating?" My dick is going to fall off if she keeps this up.

"You would like that wouldn't you, but no we're not negotiating."

The shit eating grin on Christian's face grew larger as he realized that his goal was now within his reach. She would be his in no time. He took a step forward and placed his hand behind her neck as he inched forward to kiss her cheek. A blush rose from her chest up her neck and goose bumps formed where he was touching her. He could tell that he was flustering her, but her facial expressions gave nothing away, she had on a mask of confidence and tranquility.

"I'll concede to your demands. I'll pick you up on Friday. At noon. See you then Anastasia."