A/N. I never thought I cared, but seems I was wrong. I was thrilled to see that there were 200+ views to my fanfic with over 100 visitors in less than 24 hours of posting the story. So thank you to all those who viewed it. Do leave me a review or a PM so I can connect with you on FF. I was going to post this chapter later but what the heck, MY story. I post when I like.

Do share your opinions, thoughts and feelings about it. I am open to criticism, but like I have said before, if you want to be bitchy about it, I don't take to it too kindly. I don't have a Beta yet, so if you spot an error, do let me know and I will correct it. Thanks for your help.

The DJ in this is my friend in RL and I love her. I ran the story past her and she approves. So, she stays. :D

Oh, I hope you remember, italics is TheBitch (Ana's inner voice) speaking. It may please be noted that TheBitch is an inspiration from Paging Dr. Steele by Bronze Goddess. Which, in my opinion, is by far one of the best stories on FF.

CMA: Almost all characters (save a few minor ones) belong to E. L. James or to Sylvia Day.

Chapter 4.

Oh My! Now I see what Franco was raving about. "As in, Mr. Christian Grey of Grey Enterprise Holdings?" Did I just say that out loud?

Yes, you did...TheBitch says in her sing-song voice.

"The very same", he says with a smirk.

His eye are so…

Yeah.

I get a grip on my breathing and say smoothly "Well, it really is a small world. The irony is that while we live in the same city, we are meeting for the first time on the other side of the continent. Congratulations!"

He looks at me with an eyebrow raised as if in question. "Congratulations? For meeting with you?"

I can't help the giggle that escapes me. "Surely you don't think of me as so pompous. No, I was talking about the Best Young Entrepreneur of the Year Award that was recently announced."

"Ah, a woman who follows the business world. That is really interesting. Beauty with brains is not something I come across often."

I feel so many thoughts trying to vie for my attention. Did he just compliment me? Was he insulting the women-kind at large? He didn't even thank me for the 'Congratulations' – what an ass. This man surely has me all wrapped up. One thing is clear though. He hasn't quite placed who I am, yet. He is eyeing me like he was trying to figure something out. I better move from here before I make a fool of myself.

You mean a bigger fool of yourself.

I give him a formal smile that was more of a Thank You and then look around. I spot my dear friend DJ in the room. As always, she seems to be the life of the party with men and women surrounding her, laughing their oh-so-social laughs. This dame surely knows how to hold someone's attention. I wait a few seconds to catch her eye and as soon as she does, she is almost flying towards me. Society be dammed. Oh, I love this babes and how lively she is. I open my arms for the genuine hug that I know I will receive. There she is. My very dear friend and the best PR agent ever! I could not have achieved my success without her constant support. She helped me with the PR for the authors that are now on the Best Selling Lists. She took me through the nuances of my other society and for that I'll be forever grateful to her.

As she shoots her barrage of questions, I realize, Christian is still observing us. I interrupt DJ and introduce the two.

"Hello, Mr. Grey, it's good to see you again. How have you been?" Do they know each other?

Of course dummy! He's a hottie and a very successful name in his own right. Who doesn't know him? For all you know, DJ helped him in his image management too. Oh! TheBitch can talk sense!

"Just as good as you last saw me, Ms DJ. How have you been? Still flying around the world, managing the mess created by the losers?"

Laughing her boisterous laugh, she says, "Mr. Grey, they are not losers. They just create bigger mess than the ones who don't try to make anything of them selves. I'm happy to help all those who took a chance in their life."

"For an enormous fees, no doubt."

"Well, everything has its consequences. My fees are just a part of that deal." She says, winking. Why do I suddenly feel so possessive? Like I could pull her hair out if she would flirt with him. What is wrong with me? She can flirt all she wants. Hell, I just met him and they seem have known each other for some time.

"Why don't you have a drink, Ms. Steele? I can assure you, we serve only the best." Holy Fuck! How did I not notice this before? His voice is so smooth n sexy. Like, panty-wetting sexy. I could melt into it and be in lost in the wonderland forever.

Get a grip, Witch. You are sounding to me like a love-suck teenager!

For once I am thankful for TheBitch's voice. I elegantly pick a glass of Champagne from the server's plate and take a sip. It surely tastes like the best I have had. Not that I drink much. I'm more of a wine person.

Yeah, careful with what you drink. Remember, the last time you drank champagne, you went shit drunk.

I don't need that from you right now, Bitch.

"Mr Grey, if you have minute, I want to introduce you to some one. Ana, I think I saw Ms. Holmes, somewhere. You may want to catch up with her. I will see you as soon as I have introduced Mr. Grey to a few people. Okay? Don't you vanish on me."

"Excuse me Ms. Steele. I will see you around shortly", he addresses me before he leaves DJ in tow. Why would he want to see me around? Well, that's a question only he can answer and till he does, I don't want to be sitting here mulling about it.

I look around and see one of my authors in a heavy discussion with a few gentlemen. I walk towards the group and suddenly they stop talking and stare at me. Yes, yes. I have seen this effect before. You all want in my pants, I know. Not happening though.

"Mr. Jacobs! How are you? Been a while since I heard from you".

"Hello Ms. Steele. What a pleasant surprise. I was not aware you were in New York. Are you here for work or pleasure?"

"I flew in yesterday for a few meetings. Business as usual." He goes on to introduce me to the people he was in talks with. Some of them will be useful to help me grow my business. I memorize their names and associate it with their faces. I file them away in my memory for future reference. Jena will be able to get me their contact details if I need it. Thank God, I have Dad's training on memory. I never realized what an important lesson he was teaching me then.

As I move from group to group networking and speaking to people I know professionally, I feel a soft surge of electricity through me and I know who it is before I turn.

"The auction for dance will begin shortly. Are you putting yourself up there?" The sexy voice asks me.

"The auction for dance?" "Yes, well you know, some of the ladies offer their first dance for charity and the gentlemen bid. All funds raised will go as the charity proceeds. A few girls have already registered. My sister, Mia is also there, you know." He seems to almost be pleading that I offer my dance. Well, why not. It's not like I have to kiss some one. And it's all for a good cause. I tell him just that and see his eyes smile with a hint of triumph in them. It brings a sincere smile to my face to see him happy. The pain in his eyes has vanished for now. If I'm the reason for it, well I couldn't have asked for more.

I take Christian's proffered hand and head towards the desk where a smartly dressed woman is taking registrations for the dance in addition to other contributions people are making. I notice how people are offering right from free stays in their holiday homes to free purchase coupons. In addition to my dance I promise 3 hampers of the top 5 most successful books of Steele International Publishing. As soon as he hears the name, his head snaps up and a look of recognition dawns in his eyes. "You are Anastasia Steel of Steel International Publishing?"

"Um… Yes…"

"Oh my! I had heard that it was a successful venture established and run by a young lady. I just hadn't realized how 'young' they meant!"

I feel the color rise to my cheek. I wish I didn't blush so easily. I would surely have been in lesser trouble even then…. I remember how he used to run the back of his hand on my cheek and say sweet nothings. How I would just melt away and he could have me any way he wanted. The thought jolted me back to reality and I realized I must have been lost for a few seconds for he was saying something and I needed to catch up fast.

"… they can move to the dinner whenever they want and finally the fireworks. I hope you will enjoy it all."

Okay, so I have missed on some part of the schedule which he was telling me about. I cannot ask again without embarrassing myself so I choose the sleek excuse. "I look forward to most it. Now if you will excuse me, I would like to use the powder room. Thank you for telling me about the dance auction. Have a nice evening."

I must find DJ and get her to tell me the parts I missed out. Just as I think of this, I see DJ step out of a small alley. I head towards her and meet her half way. "Hey Ana, something you are looking for?" "Well, yes. I'd like to use the powder room but before that, can you please tell me what's the program scheduled for the evening?"

"Well, in a few minutes, the MC will announce the prizes up for auction. This will roll over into the auction for first dance and then the music will keep playing. People can move towards food section whenever they want after the auction for dance is over. The grand finale is something you must wait for. The fireworks that you see are mesmerizing and out of this world. You will be around for it, right?"

"Well, honestly? I have to fly tomorrow morning and I was hoping to skip early. Now, after your description, I am not so sure."

"Babes, you are in all likelihood flying back in Ranger Bird. It's not like you will miss your flight or something. Stay back. Trust me, it is an experience worth having in your life."

That has my heart set to attending. DJ will not praise things unless she means it. She says it's her job to praise things and her credibility depends on her not exaggerating things. I will take her on her word.

I search around looking for Sawyer and within seconds, he is right next to me. "Where were you? I didn't see you around."

"Ma'am, it's my job to be discreet when I need to be and visible when I see a threat."

"And you are now visible to me 'coz you see a threat?"

"I think you needed your kit. Let me escort you to the powder room and I can hand you your kit there." Was he eavesdropping in my head or something?

Nope. I didn't see him in here.

Yup, TheBitch's still there!

A/N I know some of you are thinking nobody gets drunk on Champagne. Believe me, I did. Piss drunk, right from the champagne I bought as a wedding gift for my husband. What a dramatic night it was for my husband (or so he says. I have no recollection whatsoever). I might take a cue from that and put it in my forth coming chapters.