Mr. Grey had left Ana on her own under the supervision of a Luke Sawyer. He didn't say much as she sat at the breakfast bar eating a beef stew that Mr. Grey's housekeeper Mrs. Jones had prepared. She noted that this Mr. Sawyer didn't move much.

She didn't ask where Mr. Grey had gone though she had seen him disappears upstairs.

Who needs a two story apartment... She thought to herself taking in her surroundings. The breakfast bar could fit up to ten people, though she was sure it was only Mr. Grey and his staff, whom she was sure he didn't let eat with him. His decorating, she could see, was at a minimum. The white walls were only accented by the dark furniture placed strategically around the room. In the center of his living area facing a glass wall, was a grand piano. She had played as a child but after her and her parents fall out she gave it up.

Anastasia stood, her boots clicking against the floor as she made her way to the piano. She lifted the lid revealing the pristine keys. Dragging her fingers across them slowly, she closed her eyes embracing the tones they brought forth.

"What are you doing ..." She heard the static in her ear and jumped, letting out a small yelp. Looking frantically around, she found Brute number two.

"I'm um... going to go to the bathroom." She said, pointing in the direction of where she remembered it to be. With an embarressed nod, he turned his head allowing her to leave.

Quickly, Anastasia pulled out the small flip phone from her pocket - the new one Jack had given her that morning. She began to type.

7:22pm
He is letting me stay 1 night. Wat the hell does jack want? money?

The phone dinged.

7:23pm
I think its more than that. i think there is serious bad blood between hyde and grey.

For the life of her, Anastasia couldn't think what it could be.

Her phone dinged once again.

7:24pm
Just find something to use against him. i think thats all jack wants.

She snapped the phone shut and sat on the closed toilet lid. She was at a loss. This was where Kate would shine. Again she found herself wondering what she had gotten herself into.


Christians fingers stroked the keys of his piano, the dulcet tones he played filling the foyer. His glass of bourbon sat atop of the piano, halfway empty - and it was already his third. He sat in light grey pajama bottoms, ones that hung off of his hips. Unable to sleep, his head full, he found himself at the piano as he did most nights. Not having Crystal here was taking a toll on him both mentally and physically.

"It's beautiful..."

He stopped quickly, lifting his head to see Ana standing before him. Either the bourbon was getting to him, or she stood there looking like a complete goddess dressed in one of the nightgowns that had been provided for Crystal. The champagne colored silk cascaded over her skin hanging down to her mid thigh.

"I found this in the bedroom. I'm assuming it's not yours...?" Ana motioned down to herself, a smile playing on her lips.

"Miss Steele... you look..." Before finishing, he grabbed the glass of bourbon and took a chug, "mighty fine..."

"Mr. Grey, are you drunk?" Ana leaned against his piano, grabbing the glass from him and taking a small sip. She shivered, grimacing. "Ugh."

"Drunk? Not yet...and no, that is not mine. It happens to be my weekend guest who I had to make leave because you showed up." He grumbled something else under his breath. Christian stood, grabbing his glass back and finishing it up. He turned to walk away wanting to rid himself of this cloudy feeling. He was becoming unsure if it was the bourbon, or her. He began to walk, but then turned when he felt her grab his hand. The charge of electricity that passed between her fingers to his shocked him.

"Thank you.. Mr. Grey. For letting me stay the night." She said and he took a step towards her, leaning down to bring his face an inch from hers. He felt her take a sharp intake of breath which shuddered out.

"What... are you not telling me... Miss Steele?" Christian moved to her ear, whispering into it and taking a deep breath of her scent. He had already done the check on her... he knew she had no siblings. He knew her story was a farce. His fingertips trailed down her cheek where the evidence of her scuffle was apparent.

"I told you everything Mr. Grey. Why don't you tell me more about you?" At this he abruptly pulled away and left her with a shocked look on her face.

"Is that why you're here? To find out my secrets?" He scoffed. Christian sat on his couch, turning his head to watch her as she fumbled with her words.

"Wh- no!"

"There's not much to know about me Miss Steele. I'm a simple man.."

"Ah yes. Simple." Ana lifted her head to motion to the large apartment around him.

"I have expensive tastes Miss Steele."

"Like the girl who left before?" Ana sat beside him, curling her legs beneath her and resting her hand on her thigh. He let his eyes trail greedily across her figure down to her hand.

"She was not a prostitute if that's what you are insinuating." He growled, narrowing his eyes.

"Girlfriend then?" Ana asked lightly.

Christian was visibly becoming more and more frustrated with this woman. How dare she ask so many personal questions!

"No, Miss Steele. I don't do girlfriends."

"So just a fuck buddy then...I see."

"ENOUGH!" Christian jumped up and Ana shrank into the sofa her eyes widened. "You ask way too many questions! I should be asking YOU questions! Who are you?! WHY are you here? REALLY?" His need for control of the situation was slowly slipping. He was seeing red... red and a chestnut haired beauty.

He watched as she lowered her gaze, a tell tale sign of a lie. He hooked his finger beneath her chin pulling it up. "No response? Miss Steele, I will get it out of you somehow."

She stared back at him, her blue eyes looking past his grey. She let out a small whisper, " What are you going to do to me?"

"What am I going to do with you? Or what would I LIKE to do with you?"

"Whichever."

Christian placed his bourbon down, grabbing her beneath the arms and lifting her. He carried her to the piano where he the lid fell with a BANG. There he sat her, watching her gaze tentatively at him.


Anastasia lay back on the piano, her heart racing. This was not part of the plan... her plan anyway.

She recalled Jack's words to her. "I don't care if you have to fuck him... find his weak spot..." She wasn't sure she was entirely comfortable with this. After all, she had only fooled around a few times and they were not by choice.

But... but as his fingers trailed up her legs leaving an electric charge in place, she found her resolve slipping.

"Maybe I can get the information out of you this way..." He murmured as pushed his hands beneath the nightgown, up to her stomach... moving past it to her breasts. His fingers trailed over her skin, fingertips lightly touching her nipples and she couldn't help but emit a soft moan.

She felt his hand leave her left breast and drag over her belly where she felt desire unfurling. "You...are... exquisite..." His lips had found her neck and he spoke in between soft kisses.

"Are you..." She gulped as she felt his fingers trail over the sweet spot between her legs, "Are you doing this because I made your friend leave?"

"Ana.. stop asking so many questions." One finger slipped beneath her satin panties to find her folds slick and ready.

"oh... Christian.." She knew immediately something was wrong. He stopped, pulling away from her leaving her laying on the piano wanting more.

"Wha...what happened? What's wrong?"

"I never told you my name Miss Steele."

"What? I don't.." Hadn't he? No... Jack told me his name. Shit.

"Good night Miss Steele. It seems I don't have a clear head. We will speak about this in the morning."

And with that, he walked away leaving her wanting more.