*Disclaimer:Although I own the rights to this fanfiction, I do not own the characters (even though I truly wished I owned Christian Grey lol) and I do not own the books, etc.

*Synopsis: (AU) – Anastasia Steele (24) is swamped in student loans and college costs and is at the verge of being dropped out of her classes, nearly graduating. Her long time friend, and roommate, Jose Rodriguez (27) suggests his aunt Elena's exotic BDSM themed night club and helps Ana to get the job as a bartender. When one of the main show girls, Leila Williams (25) gets fired, Christian Grey (26) is left without a dance partner. Elena is then forced to approach Ana to take the slot. Will Ana take on Elena's offer? Or will she run for the hills? OOC/HEA.

(A/N: Dear Guest Reviewer that thinks I'm a rude bitch and says my story is not good enough for me to act like a diva, (i assune its also THE SAME Guest Reviewer who threatened to stop reading if I put CG with another woman). Thank you for continuing to read my story even though it's not to your liking at all... I'll continue to write for the TRUE FANS that LOVE it! And Thanks so much for the LOVELY review... I'll take your words as a compliment. I AM a rude bitch, specifically to rude assholes! That especially includes rude assholes whom troll peoples stories because (obviously) they can't seem to produce their own or even have the GUTS to post one for the whole world to see :) How's that for rude bitchiness? Again, THANKS CAPTAIN OBVIOUS, you deserve a cookie! (Claps Hands Slowly).

To my TRUE fans that are worth my time, THANK YOU ALL! I'm sorry if I haven't responded to all of you in PM. I have been super busy with RL. I forgot to make it known in my last Author Note that I changed Jose's name. If you don't like it, tell me. I don't even think that I even like it lol. I'll change it back to Rodriguez if that's the case.

I'd also like to let you all know that I NOW have a Pinterest and already started a board. The link is located below if you want to check it all out. (THANKS AGAIN ANGE LARTE FOR YOUR HELP! LOVE YA DARLING!)

To answer a few questions...

-No, Ana is not a virgin lol.

-Yes, they are all dancers haha.

-Nope, Elena is the good guy in my story. She didn't introduce Christian to the lifestyle, Leila did. And yes, he has been in an actual relationship before.

Enjoy lovelies!

Chapter 4—Are You Serious?!

Christian POV

Sitting in the back seat of the Audi SUV with Leila—her being on one side, and I on the other—makes me nearly physically sick for the first time ever. The ride is quiet; not a word spoke from either one of us. I'm not really upset with how Leila has been acting lately towards Elena or the other entertainers, but I am furious with how poorly she treated Anastasia.

I sigh. I gaze out of the window at the slow paced scenery of Seattle, and oddly, my mind only seems to focus on a blue-eyed brunette—sole namely, Anastasia Steele—and her smokin' hot body.

The whole time I was dancing with Leila, I just couldn't resist looking at her.... wanting her.... imagining that it was her delectable body I was grinding up against; her flesh that I was tasting... and—oh, dear God—how I just want to hear her moan my name in the privacy of my office. I crave to feel her claws digging into my back...

Not possible, Grey! You don't even know her!

Oh, but something tells me that I will know more about Miss Steele soon enough...

"You're quiet this evening." Leila, interrupts my thoughts and take a deep breath, turning my head to look at her. No, shit! I gaze at her like the sub she is. Hard. Cold. Infuriated. Dominant. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she adds, fluttering her eyes in anger. Wait, why the fuck is she angry with me?

"I could ask you the same thing, Miss Williams." I say as coldly as I can. She needs to know that she fucked up... more than once, actually. I just don't think I can continue this type of relationship with her, although, I do need her to stay at Floggers. It took forever to finally get a bartender—a very sexy, strong-minded, independent bartender, I may add. It would take a hell of a lot longer to find another dancer. And considering that it would have to be someone in tip-top shape, radiantly sexy, whom can dance, and—of course—is into the lifestyle, the club would be hurting big time by the end of next week.

She crosses her arms, and narrows her eyes at me. "And what is that supposed to mean, Christian?" she spits my name as if it were poison. I send a quick text to Taylor to make him aware of the destination, then I slide my phone back into the inside pocket of my coat. Leila glares at me, her arms still crossed like a damn toddler.

I sigh, exasperated. "I think you already know, Leila." I say her name with the same venom. A part of me wants to take her to Escala and beat the shit out of her and fuck her until she stops breathing, but oddly, I feel myself resisting.

I actually feel

She scoffs, looking out the window, when her head snaps into my direction, wide-eyed. "Aren't we going to Escala? This is the wrong way!"

"It is my job as your Dom to take care of you, Miss Williams. You wanted to go home, so your wish is my command." I say flatly. Honestly, I don't care that she's burning holes through me with her eyes. Stare away, baby. It don't bother me none.

"Christian..." she gasps, pleading.

"Stop calling me that." I snap softly.

She scoots closer to me until our legs touch. She reaches up and grabs my face, forcing me to look at her. "I don't know what your problem is, Christian, but know that I will never stop calling you by your given name. I have more right to say it than anybody."

I jerk away from her, giving her the most domineering glare ever, telling her to back off with my eyes. "You lost that right the night you climbed in bed with one of my security team members and fucked him all the way into Timbuktu."

"And I clearly remember that it was you who begged me to come back despite the fact that you threw me out. So obviously you have more feelings for me than you are willing to admit." she hisses.

Is she serious? I begged her? Is she smoking crack?

"Actually, it was you who begged me, Leila." I smile devilishly at the memory and she's instantly affected by my glare, shrinking down two sizes smaller. I guess I'd better take Flynn's advice and let her have it straight. Enough with the games! All that was unresolved before, will be fully resolved by the end of our conversation.

"Allow me to make a very clear picture for you, Leila, and listen very carefully because I won't have this conversation with you again." I turn in my seat, facing her with my hands clasped in my lap. Keep it calm, Grey. "If you think for one minute that this," I say, motioning my hand back and forth between Leila and I, "is anything more than just a Dom/Sub relationship, then you are sadly mistaken. If you think for just one second that what I feel for you is love, your dead wrong. Clearly I haven't made myself completely clear in the playroom. What I feel for you is hatred. I hate how you treated me, how you left me alone night after night, how you slept with one of my employees in my home, how you made me believe that what we had was real."

She flinches back into the seat, staring at me with widened eyes. Yes, now I have your full attention, don't I?...

"What I felt with you was merely a fascination, an obsession with you. I only thought that I had loved you, I even thought that we would run off into the sunset together and build a future. But I was a foolish man, Leila. I allowed my guard to go down way too far and I fell for your bullshit lies. I worshipped the very ground you walked on. I gave you more than anybody could ever ask for in a lifetime. I gave you my heart, as cold and hard as it was in the beginning and you did nothing more than crush it into your bare hands. Because of you, I will never let that guard down again. Love is for fools and I'll never be so naïve as to give my heart out again. You are nothing more than just a cheap fuck. We are nothing more, and never will be again." I glare at her for another brief moment.

She swallows back tears, and honestly, I feel nothing. Not shame for what I've just said. There is no pain from the haunting memory of what she had done to me.

No sadness.

No joy.

Not even remorse.

I. Feel. Nothing!

I feel absolutely nothing for this woman sitting next to me.

I do, however, feel relief. Like I've released a burden that I've held onto over the years. But she asked for it. She had to know that this was coming....

I turn back around in my seat as I begin to gaze out of the window once more, sitting in complete silence. My, my, Grey... You fucked her senseless without even a single touch...

"Out." I say coldly as Taylor pulls up in front of Miss Williams' apartment complex. She sighs, as she squeezes my hand, and on instinct, I turn my head and face her. I pull my hand away from her and she opens the door to get out. But there is just one more thing that needs clarifying. I slide out of the SUV and stop her before she heads inside, closing the door behind me. "You still have a job at Floggers if you still want it. But after tonight, our contract is void. We. Are. Done. Do you understand?"

She gazes at me for a moment, then anger spreads across her face. "It's the bartender, isn't it?" she whispers.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I'm honestly clueless.

"Ha! You're infatuated with her. I can tell. We were perfectly fine until she strutted her highly profiled ass into Floggers. She's not just new meat to the club, but to you as well, isn't she?" she adds.

I don't respond to that. I just don't know what to say. I'm rendered speechless. I mean, yeah, I am attracted to Miss Steele... and yes I would love to chain her to my bed... but the truth of the matter is that this whole conversation had absolutely nothing to do with Anastasia Steele.

She giggles, which soon turns into a gut wrenching laugh. "I knew it. You just get one glimpse of the bartender and suddenly our contract is void? So tell me, Christian, is it because of her pale complexion? Her long brown locks?"

"Stop it, Leila."

She cocks a brow, smiling at me deviously. "Did I just strike a nerve? Oh, poor Christian." she grabs the lapels of my coat, strumming her fingers up and down them. She raises up onto her toes and begins whispering in my ear, "Is she a good fuck? Has she made you scream like I have done many times before?"

That's it! I forcibly grab her wrists, pushing her back against the wall, causing her to gasp. You wanted to play with fire, well, I'm scorching, and you're getting burned!

"Enough!" I hiss through clenched teeth, my face merely inches away from hers, my eyes blazing in full-blown anger. My grip tightens on her wrists, which are pinned by each side of her hips.

She starts laughing. "Hmm, you know me all too well, Sir. I like it rough, baby. As a matter of fact, why don't we go up to my apartment and settle your frustrations in the sheets."

"I'd rather not!" I growl into her ear. "I told you, we are through." she stops her giggling as all seriousness takes over. "And to answer your question, no. Anastasia has nothing to do with my decision. Elena is sick of your attitude, as am I, and I am tired of you treating the other employees like they are beneath you. Keep it up, and you're done with Floggers, too. Don't. Fuck. With. Me! You of all people should know that I can destroy you... and I will if you so choose to breathe my name again. From now on, you will refer to me as Mr. Grey. Nothing more... nothing less. Are we clear?"

I push myself away from her, my eyes flaring, and my body is shaking in anger as I straighten my coat from her earlier fondling. I turn to get back into the vehicle when she grabs my wrist. I freeze.

"I will love you til' the day I die, Christian Grey. And like it or not, this is nowhere near over. Mark my words. You don't scare me in the slightest." she hisses and I jerk away from her grasp.

"Well, you should be." and with that, I get into the black SUV and close the door behind me. She continues to stand and stare through the tinted windows, as if she could really see me. "Escala." I snap, and Taylor instantly pulls out into the busy streets of Seattle, a city, just like New York... A city that never sleeps.

I hit one of my speed-dials and he answers after the second ring. "Welch." I snap into my phone.

"Sir."

"Get me everything you can on Leila Williams, and have it all ready to bring in to me first thing Monday morning."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Grey."

I hang up, pinching the bridge of my nose as I sigh. I can't believe that Leila thinks that I am sleeping with Miss Steele. As tempting as it may be, I hardly know the woman...

Hasn't stopped you before. You've had your fair share of one-night-stands.

Yes, it's true. But still. There is something about Anastasia that makes me want to get inside of her head. I want to know her. I crave to know her. The moment I laid eyes on her I knew that I had to have her. Sadly, on my part, that's why I hired her before a proper background check. Normally I wouldn't do that.

This is insane! I shake my head. What the fuck am I doing?!

I've only been around this woman for a few hours—if that—yet I'm acting like a love-struck fool.

Love...

Love is no longer a word in my dictionary. I've loved twice, and I'll never do it again. Love hurts too damn bad. I loved my biological mother, and she killed herself because my father left her because he didn't want me. But I must say that I am grateful for the parents who adopted me after. I do love them, and my brother, and my baby sister, too.

Then I fell in love with Leila, and she cheated on me with my own security!

If I open my heart again, I'm only putting myself into the position of having it crushed again. And I'm not about to go through that feeling again. No... if I have anything with Anastasia Steele, it will only be a contract type of relationship...

Nothing more...

Nothing less...

I pull out my phone once more.

"Welch. Hold off on the Leila project. I want you to get me information on an Anastasia Steele, and fast. I need every thing you find immediately."

"Yes, sir!"

Ana POV

The women's wrists that are bound with red, cotton fabric are now tied behind their backs and the men are pulling their wrists towards the floor, forcing the women to arch their backs as they roll their hips on top of the men; the men running their noses up the stomachs of the women.

As I'm watching them, I find myself rolling my hips as well to the music, leaning back onto the bar island. Then my legs nearly give out as gray eyes meet mine... only this time, they're inches away from my blues.

My breath catches as I lean further back against the bar island, desperate to escape from the proximity I share with this amazingly sexy man. But no matter how hard I try, I just can't walk away. I'm trapped by his gaze.

It is now that I realize that not only are my hips still swaying, but his are too... against mine. And oh, does it feel good. His arms slowly wrap around my waist, and as he pulls me closer to him, my hands instinctively go to his chest. He feels so fucking good!

And this man wants me... he truly wants me!

I run my hands up his body and into his hair. And when we're about to kiss, my breath touching his, he speaks softly. "Wake up."

"What?"

"Wake up, Anabelle." he says, only this time he grabs my shoulders and shakes me.

What the fuck?!

I wake up to Jose shaking me. "Dammit, Anastasia. If you don't wake up, I'm grabbing a bottle of water and pouring it onto your head."

"Alright! Alright! I'm awake! Damn!" I snap.

Ugh! Why did I have to wake up now?

"Elena and Kate will be here in 30 minutes to take you shopping. So you better get up and get ready."

30 MINUTES?! I've slept that late? Holy shit!

I jump up from under the covers and rush to the bathroom to shower. I can't believe that I slept so long. That's never happened to me before. Shit!

I turn on the water, adjusting it to my liking and quickly strip myself of my clothes. When I hop into the shower and close the curtain, Jose enters the bathroom.

"Your towels are sitting on the sink. Do you want me to grab you something to wear?" he asks.

I quickly grab my body wash, Exotic Sweet Pea, squeeze some out onto a wash cloth and lather it before washing myself. "Yeah. Please do. I want to be fully ready to head out by the time they get here. Thanks!"

After washing my hair with shampoo, the same scent as my body wash, I quickly turn off the shower and reach for a towel. I quickly dry my hair, then wrap it up in the towel before grabbing another towel to dry my body off with. I wrap the towel around my body and sprint for my bedroom.

Jose has laid out a pair of my favorite faded blue-denim skinny jeans, boot cut; a plain pale-green cotton button-up shirt with a small buttoned pocket on each breast; a pair of plain white thin heeled pumps, open-toed, and he also laid out a white lace push-up bra with matching white lace thongs. What the hell, Jose? Ugh! I don't have time to scold him now...

Once fully dressed, I run back into the bathroom and put on some mascara and gloss, then try to tease my hair into a wavy style. It's quite uncooperative considering I don't have time to use the hair dryer, so I settle with how it is and walk back out into the bedroom and grab my purse before heading out into the living room.

"Damn Mami, you looking fine." Jose states as I enter the living room. I can't help but smile as his compliment. "Now say 'Thank you Jose for making me look fabulous!'"

I giggle. "Thank you Jose for making me feel fabulous." I squeeze his hand. "Seriously, what would I do without you? And what's up with the sexy underwear? I'm going shopping, not out on a date."

Before he can respond, there's a knock at the door. "And that must be the lovely Elena Lincoln!" he says, clapping his hands together in excitement as he walks over to open the door.

"Jose." Elena greets, kissing both of his cheeks before entering. Kate is right behind her, doing the same. "Hello, Anastasia." Elena says, greeting me with a smile. I smile back, and she kisses both of my cheeks. "How are you darling?"

"Good." I say, tucking my hair behind my ears.

"Hey, Ana." Kate giggles. "You and Jose ready to go?"

"Wait, you're going, too, Jose?" I turn to face him, raising a brow as one corner of my mouth starts to lift.

He rolls his eyes, grabbing his black leather jacket. "Of course! You know me, Ana. I wouldn't miss out on a day filled with shopping if my life depended on it." he smiles, and us girls giggle.

Us girls. Hmmm... It has a ring to it. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. And besides, who is to argue about getting new clothes?

When shopping for clothes, your first thoughts are the mall, or Wal-Mart, even Sears. But in Elena's eyes, the best place to go clothing shopping is Seattle's most popular and most favorited sex store—Wild At Heart—out on North 11th Ave on Ballard.

The place is huge! When you first walk through the door, you see the huge selection of corsets, ripped jeans, leather wear, and underwear, all hanging up on hangers in the middle of the store, in various erotic colors. The walls are of two different erotic colors. Deep, dark purple on one side of the store, and deep, bondage red on the other side.

At the check-out counter, there are key-chains, perfumes, stockings, and different varieties of garter belts and body chains. On the right side of the counter there are various toys, chains, and cuffs—both fur and leather cuff-linked—along with various scented lubes and lotions. Next to that, there is a whole shelf of edible paints, underwear, sex books, and exotic bath salts and bubble bath gels.

In the back are shelves upon shelves of nothing but pornography DVD's and CD's with erotic music. Beside that, there is a small section of nothing but party supplies; wine flutes, sex games, penis and tit shaped lollipops, chocolates and more. The women that work here are kind, friendly, and highly helpful.

Jose takes off into the party supply section while Kate and Elena instantly start looking into the clothing racks, and me? I'm standing here like an idiot, not really sure what to do next.

"What's size are you?" Elena asks, snapping me out of the trance I was in from being in this store.

"Uhm... like a 6 or a 7." I mumble under my breath. This is fucking insane!

"Oh. My. God!" Kate gasps. She pulls out a Slashing Sexy black brocade over-bust corset with a fainted grunge lacy pattern all around it, 6 tiny solid steel buttons down the front, and a silk black ribbon connected at the heart-shaped top hem. I must admit that it is pretty hot, yet simple and beautiful at the same time. I can handle wearing that...

And then I spot the most amazingly cute jeans, and all I can think about in this moment is how badly I want them. I grab the jeans off the rack and hold them up to Elena and Kate, asking for their approval as if I was a child. The jeans are a light blue-denim with a smoky black fabric corset tie ensemble up the back and front of each upper thigh, lacing from the bend of the knee to the buttocks. Oh, God they're gorgeous! Both Elena and Kate look at each other, then back at me who is all giddy about the damn jeans. They both nod and I hand them to Elena to put with my lovely black corset top.

Out of nowhere, Jose appears carrying several penis shaped lollipops in his arms and I can't help the bending-your-head-back kind of laugh that escapes me from how ridiculous he looks right now. "Jose, seriously?"

"What? Jose-licious can never get enough dick, baby. Ya know, maybe you should buy a few of these considering you're not getting dick any other way. Well, besides the time we did it."

Oh My Freakin' Lord... "Jose, that was a long time ago. And I told you, I don't want to talk about it." I hiss, softly, crossing my arms.

I turn crimson at the memory, and whine in response while Blonde 1 and Blonde 2 stare at me and Jose as if we're aliens. "What?" I snap, and they burst out laughing.

"Yeah, you're definitely explaining that one, over lunch." Kate says.

"Fine." I groan in displeasure and I roll my eyes, stomping towards another rack of clothing.

By the end of our 'lovely' shopping we had hit 3 sex stores, a lingerie shop in the mall, and don't even get me started with the amazing Louboutin store we went to. That place is like a shoe-lovers heaven! Flats, Pumps, Christians, You-You's, you name it, they fucking have it. But believe me when I say this, the price-tags are friggin' nightmares! I would never be able to afford a pair of their shoes. But, Elena talked me into getting at least one pair, on her. So, I picked out a pair of Caged Christian Louboutin Stilleto high-heels with deep bondage red soles. The moment I saw them, I knew they had to be mine.

Lunch was actually out of the question by the time we had finished shopping, so we decided to have an early dinner at the ART Restaurant and Bar located on Union Street at the Four Seasons Hotel. The place is completely amazing and simple. Floor to ceiling windows on one side, giving a view of the busy streets, off-white walls and ceilings, 4 black leather cushion chairs at each small rounded mahogany table. And the bar is in perfect view from the seating with it's beautiful neon purple lighting showcase of the many shapes and sizes of different glasses to drink from. The bar counter is painted white with tan polished wood trim framing it, and beige clothed patio chairs, all lined up in front of the bar.

"So tell me about The Crew." I ask Kate, taking a bite of my lemon grilled salmon.

"Well, I met Elliot at Floggers. I was completely taken by him the moment I laid eyes on him, and him with me, or so he says. We was engaged 3 months after meeting. I know it seems soon, but he's it for me. He's truly the one." she giggles, taking a sip of her wine. "Elliot makes enough money off his construction company, but he wanted something fun to do on the weekends, and he was familiar with Floggers already, so he started working here with Christian."

Tell me more about Christian...

"Excuse me, darlings. I have a phone call to make. Won't take long." Elena interrupts, taking off towards the restroom area.

"What is Christian like?" I ask, bravely. Jose and Kate both look at me in sync as if it were a crime to have any interest in The Great Christian Grey.

"Uhm... well." Jose starts, but pauses.

"Christian is... special." Kate interjects quickly. "He's fun to hang around, but he's not very talkative."

Hmm, how strange...

"He's a private person, Anabelle. He doesn't talk much about himself. We've worked with the bastard for a long time, and yet we still know little to nothing about him."

"Elliot told me that they all 3 were adopted as kids. Elliot being the oldest, then Christian, and of course Mia." Kate says. "They all came from a drug addicted families. But from what El had said, Christian suffered the most. But I don't really know the details about it, don't want to, and I definitely don't bring it up around Christian."

I'd never have known by just looking at him that he had a rough past. This is the intimidating, smart, sexy CEO we're talking about.And deep down, I feel sad for him.

We finish our meal talking about the club, and Kate told me more about the rest of the people that work there. I learned that Leila had always been a bitch to everyone around her, that it was just her nature and that I should just try and ignore her. Yeah, right. Easier said than done. But I will make an effort for the sake of my job. I also found out that Leila and Christian are somewhat a 'thing' right now, but from what Kate said, they're very private about it and don't want too many people to know. I kind of figured it out on my own last night when she left with him. Ethan, Kate's brother, is also involved with a Grey. Him and Mia started dating a couple of weeks after Kate and Elliot met, and, they too, are inseparable. Mia is currently in France for culinary school, which is why I haven't met her yet.

It's really sweet how close everyone is—excluding Leila—with each other at Floggers. Here I was thinking that this place was all about sex, which in a certain context, it is, but it's way much more than that... it's an occupation full of loving, kind people who all have their own story as to why they love the lifestyle. Kate says it's like living the best of both world's; Floggers being a way of escaping reality, and the real world just is.

The tips I made last night was a start on saving up to pay off my student loans, and then next week, I'll receive an actual check. Spring Break is three weeks away, so I need to save every penny from here up until then. I can't just let go of my dreams when I am so close to succeeding. All I can do is cross my fingers and hope for the best outcome by the time those three weeks are up.

Instead of going back to the apartment with Jose, Kate invited me to get ready for work at her place over in Pike Market District. Her apartment reminds me of mine and Jose's. Simple, yet beautiful. Burgundy walls with white trim pieces all the way around the floors and ceilings, white ceiling, dark brown furniture, and apple cinnamon scented candles sitting everywhere. I sit my new clothing down next to the couch and turn back to Kate.

"Can I do your hair and make-up?" she says. Honestly, I'm not a make-up kind of girl. But if it will make her feel good, then why not?

"Sure." I smile. And she squeals with delight, taking my hand and drags me into the bathroom.

"Feels so good being bad..." Rihanna sings as Kate and I enter the club. I'm feeling more confident than I was last night being here, and I think a little of it has to do with the fact that my new attire is making me feel that way—and maybe the shots of Vodka I had with Kate before we left...

I'm wearing my new black corset with the light-blue denim corset jeans with my fabulous Caged Christian Louboutins. Kate French braided my hair, starting from the left side of my head, all the way to the back of my neck and manged to somehow pin it loosely so that the rest cascades over my right shoulder in elegant curls.

The music is blaring, the club is slowly filling with desperate dancing patrons, and The Crew has disappeared into the back, more than likely preparing for tonight's entertainment.

When Leila came in, I greeted her, trying to be the nice guy, but of course she stuck her nose up and kept walking—the bitch! I still haven't seen Christian yet, so I assume that he was already here and is in his office.

It's still a little early for the bar to fully open, so I stick with setting up glasses and flutes, and head to the back where all of the extra towels are located so that I'm fully prepared when things start getting busy. When I return back to the bar, Jose and Elliot are standing there, talking and laughing with.... Hot damn!

There he is. Christian Grey. Damn, he is one fine specimen of a man. It's also the first time I've ever seen him dress casual. He has on a nearly skin-tight, V-neck, black long-sleeve Henley shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of navy blue-denim, faded-at-the-knees jeans, and he's fucking barefoot! OhMyFreakingJesus! Lord Help me now! I'm going to faint!

"Anastasia." He greets with that low, sexy tone of his as he takes a swig of beer, and his half-smile is to die for. Oh, I think my heart just melted... How can this man make me feel this way?!

"Christian." I smile, going straight back to my duties at the bar. Even though my back is facing him, I can feel his panty-dropping gaze burning into my flesh. I gasp, grabbing the counter-top of the bar island as I force myself to keep focused. But damn, it's so hard with him looking like that...

I have to distract myself. I need to get my mind off him.

"You look mouth watering tonight, Ana." His voice is so smooth, and so close to me. I now can feel his heated breath on the back of my neck, and my body shivers by the sensual contact that controls me. I close my eyes and try to control my panting.

"Thank you." I murmur, turning around and I gasp at how close he truly is to me. I swear to God if this man comes any closer to me, I'm going to fucking die!

"Your welcome. I take it that you had a good time with Mrs. Lincoln and Kate?" he says smoothly, placing the shaft of the beer bottle to his lips, sticking his tongue out to the tip before tipping the bottle for a drink.

I nod frantically, unable to function any words. Yep, I can see it now... Bartender has heart attack from watching the sexy, billionaire entrepreneur drink his beer... OH MY LAWD!

It's getting pretty hot in here now. I need air. Oh, God... I need effin' air!

"Anabelle!" Jose shouts over the music. Thank you Jesus! I look over Christian's shoulder at Jose and he's out on the dance floor, waving for me to go out there with him. "I'm getting ready to play our jam! Come dance with me like old times! It's not the same without you." Are. You. Serious?!

But if I don't go, then Christian may think that I'm some party-pooper or something. Ugh! Do I go out there, or stay here next to sexy-proximity man? I think I'll go with option one!

I toss my towel down onto the counter and exit from behind the bar, clinking the whole way over to Jose. When did Kate and Ethan come out here? They're dancing too. By the time I reach Jose, the song changes. It's genre lies in the Hip-Hop section-totally takes me back to high school-and the beat is hypnotizing. Sort of hard not to dance to it.

"I can't believe you're making me do this." I giggle as Jose does his 'come hither' motion. I sigh, shrug and begin dancing towards him, swaying my hips back and forth to the beat and my hands are in the air on each side of my face, Jose matching my moves. I spin, my back facing Jose's front and Kate jumps in front of me, doing her own moves.

Hell Yes!

"You can do it, put yo' back into it..." and I do... I lean back against Jose and grind against him, just like I did at our homecoming. My thumbs are hooked inside the waistband of my jeans as I roll my hips.

"I can do it, put yo' ass into it..." Jose pushes himself against me, grabbing my hips and spinning me to face him. With his hands still on my hips, I place my right hand onto his chest and I walk him backwards, popping my shoulders as I strut across the floor. We're both smiling idiots, but I don't really care. I'm having the time of my life, not thinking about graduating from WSU, or about my student loans, not even about the sex God that I know is watching us right now. In this moment I feel care-free, like a teenager at the prom with her best friends.

I turn towards Kate, lunging toward her as she leans back, then she reciprocates the same move. I realize that this is the final move to the chorus, and when I spin around, Jose is no longer there. And where the fuck is Kate?

Instead, Christian Grey is stalking his way towards me, cutting in and out of gyrating bodies. I decide to just go with the music and continue dancing, despite the intimidation radiating off this beautiful man in front of me. He smiles then grabs my hips, pulling me towards him. I smile back shyly as my hands go up into my hair and we twist and grind our fronts against each other.

Jesus, this man can move!

Once I think that the dance is over, Christian spins me around, my back pressed against his front, and I push my ass back against him as I roll my hips slowly. He grabs my wrists with strong, long-fingered hands, and raises my arms up above my head and around the back of his neck, grinding into me—hard. He places his hands onto my hips, his fingertips sending shockwaves throughout my body. I moan softly by how amazing this man feels behind me, and I just... snap.

"Put yo' back into it..."

I swivel my hips in a circular motion against him. The electric charge is becoming more intense now. And I actually love how it feels.

"Put yo' ass into it..."

I drop to the floor, and slowly bring my ass back up, trailing it up his legs and back against his now hard erection. Oh, God. We need to stop this! I think I hear him hiss, and I can't help but smile at the fact that I'm making him feel this way. I grind back into him again, placing my hands on top of his, which are still on my hips and am rewarded with a soft groan.

"Do that again, Anastasia, and I will fuck you right here in the middle of the dance floor, and I don't care who sees us." he whispers into my ear, and I freeze. Yep, it's time to stop. I don't even know why we even danced this long. Shouldn't we all be doing something productive here?

I turn to face him. "You shouldn't say things like that, Mr. Grey."

He raises a brow, smiling seductively at me. "And why not?"

"Because, for one, you are my boss. Secondly, we don't even know each other, and I'm not a one night stand type of girl. And third, I don't think your girlfriend would appreciate that." I say that last sentence, nodding my head behind him towards an arms-crossed, pissed off Leila. "Thanks for the dance, Christian." I smile, turning on my heels and head back towards the bar. Jesus, the things this man does to me!

Besides, I need a drink. Because after a dance like that, I doubt that I'll be avoiding Christian Grey anytime soon.

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