After she cleaned up after dinner, all Anastasia could think about was Christian. Kate gave her a lot to think about but she didn't want to call him. If he wanted to talk to her so bad then why not leave a voicemail.

Sleeping as long has she had she wasn't tired so she decided to go out for a run. It was late but she needed some fresh air and then maybe she would come home and do a little work before retiring for the night.

She dressed in her usual black short yoga pants and baby blue tank top with matching sweat jacket and threw her hair up in a pony tail. She fastened her iPhone to her arm and put her ear buds on and listened to her workout playlist as she emerged outside.

Running was a way for to work things out in her head and it's been a welcome distraction along with exercise every since her mom died, in fact she was quite good at it. She was the state runner-up her senior year in cross country and broke her high school's girls mile record but none of that mattered anymore, running was a passion for hers.

Finally hitting her stride, she made her way around the waterfront and started for home when she felt like she was being followed. Not wanting to make it obvious she looked casually to her left and then to the right but no one was in sight every for the occasional passerby. Thinking she was just letting her imagination get the best of her, decided it would be best to sprint home just to be safe. As she could see the front of her apartment building, she reached for her neck that was around her wrist when she was grabbed from behind.

"Don't scream," The voice said putting his warm hand over her mouth. Instead of wanting to bite down on her attacker's hand she relaxed at the sound of the voice as it was wasn't a stranger but a voice she knew all too well.

"Christian what do you think you're doing?" She says as turns around to face him. He's dressed all in black from his boots to his leather jacket.

"Why are you out running by yourself in the dark?" He growled at her.

"I'm not going to answer your question until you answer mine first."

"I was making sure you were safe. After I saw Kate left I wanted to come up and talk but then you walked outside."

"Why were you spying on me?"

"You didn't answer any of my calls so I was worried so I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I had a lot on my mind, that's why I'm out running at this hour."

"Will you come for a drive with me?" He asks surprising her, what is he doing she thought?"

"Why?""A

"I want to show you something."

"Would I be in any danger or would you?"

"Not anymore."

"Could you elaborate or are you going to be anymore vague?"

"Please come with me." He says in such a way Anastasia knew she couldn't say no and she accepted his hand.

His bike was just around the corner and he handed her a helmet and soon they were speeding down the streets of downtown Seattle.

"Are you cold?" He asked when they hit their first red light. Shaking her head because she felt warm and it helped that she holding on so tightly to his chest.

It was nearing midnight when Christian pulled into an underground parking garage to a massive building.

"Where are we?" She asked after he helped her take off her helmet.

"My house."

She didn't think it was a good idea that she was going to be alone with him but for the first time since Friday night he looked relaxed.

"Christian…" She started to say but he put a finger against her man.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to do or try anything. We just need to talk and we couldn't do it at your place."

Taking the elevator up, Christian entered a five-digit pass code and immediately they were speeding up to the penthouse.

She looked over to him and she felt that electricity again but fought against her desire to have him kiss her again. She was still so angry and hurt and she let those emotions overrule what her body was thinking.

When the elevator doors opened, Anastasia couldn't believe what she was walking into. The foyer only was nearly as big as her entire apartment.

"You live here?"

"It's been awhile, but yet."

"Again with the vague answer."

"When I was working I stayed at apartment close to the office."

"Was working? What does that mean?"

"Come in and let me get you something to drink and I will explain everything."

Walking around the massive penthouse apartment, she was overwhelmed; the complete back wall was made of glass with breath-taking views of the city.

"Tea?" He offered her and she turned around to see that he had removed his jacket to reveal a tight fitting white v-neck t-shirt.

"I want some answers Christian."

"Come let's sit," He says leading them over to a very sleek and modern black leather couch.

"I want the truth and nothing but the truth."

"And the truth you shall have counselor, but first let me thank you for agreeing to talk with me. I know how much you must hate me but hopefully after everything I have said you might consider giving us another chance. Now, I want to tell you everything and that starts at the beginning. I was adopted right after I was born. My birth mother left me at a fire station and I was by Grace and Carrick Grey. I grew up here in Seattle having everything I wanted or needed but a part of me never fit in. After many rounds of therapy with a dozen or so psychologists my only outlet was with computers. I never had any friends with the exception of Elliott and my younger sister Mia. I excelled in computers and quickly I discovered how good I was and I used my talents for bad. I made a lot of money but then I got busted by the FBI when I broke in a very high level government Web site. I made a deal with them in exchange I would go straight and I would work for them whenever they needed me and that was three years ago. When I do a job for them, I use the name of Max Grayson and they put me up in various apartments across the country. In total I think I've done nearly a dozen jobs for them ranging from a few days to this past one of nearly three months. When I'm not working I work with various companies across the world as an independent communication consultant. This is where all of this comes from. You would be quite surprised how much companies are willing to pay me to protect their companies from being compromised by people like me. To be honest, going straight has been more challenging and more fun than hacking and I have made pretty good money. Now, the reason why I can tell you all this now is because the raid happened early this morning and now I'm free for now. That doesn't mean I can't be called away for any job anywhere but right now I'm here and I want you."

It's so much to take in after his full confession; Anastasia takes a long sip of her tea. Now that she's told her all of his deep dark secrets she wasn't sure if she should tell him his or to wait for a more appropriate time.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm still trying to process everything."

"It's a lot I know that, but I have feelings for you Anastasia and even though I fucked up my chance at being together I will do anything for a second chance."

"No more lying?"

"Never," He said putting his hand over his heart.

"You have to rebuild my trust and that's going to take some time but now I need to be honest with you."

"What have you lied about?"

"I told Kate that you were Max."

"You did what?"

"Don't worry I didn't tell her anything else and she promised not to ask, but I think you need to talk to your brother and possibly the rest of your family about what you're doing, they have a right to know."

"My parents know and for the sake of my siblings, my father thought it best not to involve them. The less they know the better, but you're right and if I'm going to introduce you as my girlfriend at my parents house tomorrow for dinner then the truth needs to finally come out."

"Dinner? I haven't agreed to going anywhere with you mister."

"Okay, I'm sorry, Anastasia Steele, I would be honored if you came with me to my parents house tomorrow night for dinner."

"That's better and yes I would like that."

"It's getting late, I should get you home," Christian says taking her hand happy that she didn't pull it back.

"Do you want me to go?" Anastasia said without even thinking about the meaning of her question.

"No, but I think it would be best." As much as he would love to take her to his bed and make love to her, he knew he had a lots a lot more work to do to repair their relationship but the glimmer of hope is there that she wanted to stay.

They walk hand in hand toward the elevator and once they are safely inside, Anastasia wants to kiss Christian. Finally now everything is out in the open and her dream man is back.

Christian trying to be the perfect gentleman that he needs Anastasia to know that he can be. He is all about making amends and he will start tonight.

Trying to make his sweat just a little, Anastasia starts to unzip her coat revealing her tiny sport bra top. She watches with quite pride how Christian's eyes pop out of his head. He must see something he likes. Deciding that she's getting the reaction that she wants, she continues to just remove her jacket completely and tie it around her waist.

"I know what you're doing," Christian says refusing to give in to temptation despite just how beautiful she looks especially as her very perfectly sized perky breasts are begging to come out and play. "You're' going to be cold if you don't put your jacket back on."

Damn, she thought he's not going to give in and once they reach the parking garage she's greeted by a very brisk cold breeze.

Losing this battle, she knows that the war has only just started.

"Wait we're not taking your bike?" She asks when Christian hits the alarm on a very sleek black sports car that looks very expensive.

"I think it's too cold for a ride home."

"I don't, plus I like riding on the bike, I feel free," She says getting on the back of the bike waiting for its operator. Christian knows he's lost this battle so it's all tied up.

He hands her a helmet after putting on his and then slipped in front of her and all too quickly her arms are wrapped around his waist and now he's glad that he wanted to go on the bike. To have her this close to him made him feel better, happier. As they exited the parking garage, Anastasia leaned her head against his back and he could feel her take a deep breath and that in turn make his relax.

All too quickly they were pulling up to her apartment building. Anastasia was trying to figure out a way to get him to stay but none of her excuses were valid enough so she just decided to be honest and ask him to walk her to her door which he said he was already planning on doing so she was happy now only to think of a way to get him to stay was a challenge all on its own.

Once they reached the door, Anastasia unlocked it and opened it to invite him in.

"As much as I would love to come in, I think it's best if I say goodnight here," Christian says but he inches closer and takes her face into his hands and leans down and brushes his lips against hers.

Moving their lips in perfect synchronization, Christian is so happy that Anastasia was willing to give him this very precious chance and that the feeling he has right now is something he has never felt before. Opening her mouth to take the kiss to the next level, he slips his tongue inside and the kiss that started so innocent has taken a very dramatic turn. Wrapping her arms around his waist, Anastasia pulled herself as close to his chest and slowly started to move her hands up and down his back feeling every inch of him.

Knowing that if he didn't stop the kiss right at this moment there was no way he was going to stop all together.

Pulling back very carefully not to upset Anastasia, he ended the kiss with a sweet kiss on her lips.

"Can I see you tomorrow night?" He asks and a big smile forms on her lips.

"What if I don't want to until tomorrow night?" Anastasia knew she didn't want to take the passive approach anymore. She knew what she wanted and that was the beautiful man standing in front of her.

"Lunch then?"