Chapter 6: Baby.
Ana's POV
Ray stares at both of us. He looks furious. Like i've never seen before, i mean Ray definitely has a temper, but is never out of line, but now he looks like he's about to kill me. Or Christian. Or me and Christian? Well, it would make sense. Very Romeo and Juliet, Very Shakespeare, Very me.
"Ana, who is this young man?" Ray asks stiffly staring him down. Wait does he think that he's a teenager? You did! My subconscious reminds me, making damn sure that I never forget my idiocy.
"Dad, this is Christian." My voice is barely audible. I don't look at either of them, but out of the corner of my eye, I see Christian step forward and hold out his hand to Ray. What the fuck is he doing? And to my surprise Ray takes it.
"Mr. Steele, its a pleasure to finally meet you." I barely recognize Christian's voice. His voice sounds so much higher. He sounds like a 17 year old boy. And then I see, and I can't help myself; I let out a giggle-snort but quickly compose myself. Ray and Christian look at me and I feel my face flush.
"Something amusing to you?" Ray asks. He may be reining in his temper, but he hasn't forgotten. I'm not off the hook yet.
"No dad, its nothing." I answer sheepishly.
"So what exactly is going on in here?" Ray asks crossing his arms. Shit. What do I say? I'm playing doctor with my teacher?
"We were just hanging out." Fuck. Is that really the best I can do? Ray raises an eyebrow, and something tells me that he's not buying it.
"I'm in Advanced English with Ana, we were studying." Christian answers, making me feel like an idiot for not thinking of that. I fight another giggle-snort, and am successful but I can still feel my face getting hotter and hotter.
"Oh, are you tutoring her?" Ray asks.
"Yes sir, I suppose you could say that." And I finally look up at Christian, trying to rein in my shock. How could he? I dont think I have ever been in a more uncomfortable situation in my life.
"Well, would you like to stay for dinner?" Ray asks. And I can't tell if its because he likes him, or because he wants to interrogate him.
"What a generous invitation, thank you sir. But it's getting late and I should be heading home." I feel my body sag with relief.
"Of course." Ray says reaching out his hand once more. I can't believe Ray didn't kill him! But what the fuck have we gotten ourselves into? Christian takes it without missing a beat.
"It was a pleasure to meet you sir." Christian smiles, and he's got him. My dad is under Christian's spell. Just like me. Well not just like me. But it makes no sense. 2 minutes ago, Ray looked like he wanted to kill Christian, and now he's inviting him for dinner? What is it about this man?
"You as well Christian. I'll let you two say a quick goodbye." Ray looks over at me, as he emphasizes the word "quick". And to my surprise he leaves the room, leaving the door open a crack. What the fuck was that? Christian turns to me, and stares at me impassively.
"You're out of your fucking mind." I whisper lost in his gaze.
"Ana, your dad knew what was going on, he thinks I'm your age. I'd be an idiot not to take advantage of that." He says moving in closer. And my heart quickens.
"Christian, we won't be able to be around anyone else, hes gonna find out eventually."
"Good point. We knew this was going to be tricky Ana, but for now, just let me kiss you before I have to tear myself away." He says wrapping one arm around my waist, pulling me to him, clutching me hard against his chest. And with his other hand he gently caresses my very pink cheeks with his fingers. The feeling is excruciatingly good. And then he grabs my face and kisses me violently, passionately, and I respond with the same desperation.
"Ana!" I hear Ray calling from downstairs, but we don't pull away from each other, we continue to devour each other.
"Ana!" And this time, we stop, gazing at each other. Christian's eyes are hooded, filled with...I don't know, I can't make out his expression. He kisses me one more time softly then pulls away, letting me go, and it takes me a moment to find the strength in my legs again, I almost fall to the floor.
"Steady." He says with an amused grin on his face. Smartass. He is enjoying my desperation. As we hear Ray walking up the stairs, we quickly compose ourselves and Christian heads for the door. They both stop abruptly, almost running into each other. I put my head in my hands. This is so fucked up.
I am sitting on my bed next to Ray.
"So, tell me about this young man." Ray begins his interrogation. And it takes everything I have not to burst into a fit of giggles.
"Why? What do you want to know about him?" I ask.
"Well, is he your boyfriend?" Ray probes. And I don't know what to say. Is he my boyfriend? What is a boyfriend anyway? I would have no way of knowing, and supposedly my first boyfriend is my high school English teacher?! But when I think about it a little more, I can't help but feel a tiny hint of pride at the idea. But I can't tell anyone. I can't take him out and show him off. I can't enjoy all of the things that come with having a boyfriend. And they're thinks that I want. I want to be able to claim him as mine, and as long as I am his 16 year old student, I know I won't be able to. After a long beat I decide to try and be honest with Ray.
"I don't know, dad." Well, that is true.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Ray asks looking unsatisfied.
"I don't know what to say dad, but you dont have to be worried. He's a good guy." I smile at Ray reassuringly. And I feel the conviction in my words. He is a good guy. I know he is. And he wants to be with me. At least I think he does. I hope he does.
"He seems pretty mature for his age. How old is he?" Ray asks. Oh no. Now, I have to go into this?! What do I say?
"I'm not sure exactly." And there goes my brownie points from my hint of honesty before.
"What grade is he in?" He's digging deeper.
"The one above me." I answer quickly, not thinking about what I'm saying. I'm digging deeper too. A deeper grave for myself.
"Well, he better behave himself, thats all I have to say." Ray says in his no nonsense tone and then abruptly gets up and leaves. That was it? I thought it would be a much longer conversation than that. Although he did ask some pretty probing questions. Quality over quantity I guess. I hear my phone ringing already. I rush over to my bag and frantically search through my bag for my phone.
"Hi." I whisper breathlessly.
"Well hello Ms. Steele." His voice is silky smooth, and I flop on my bed, my knees giving out at the sound of his voice.
"Whats up?"
"I wanted to hear your voice. I was dragged away from you so quickly, I didn't quite get my fix." I can hear his amused grin in his voice.
"Oh, Christian I miss you already." I hear his breath hitch.
"I miss you too baby." Baby?! He just called me baby! This gorgeous, smart, sexy man just called me baby.
"Say that again." I plead.
"Baby." He whispers
"Again."
"Baby."
"One more time." I can hear the desperation in my voice.
"I miss you so fucking much baby." I think I hear his voice crack a little, but I can't tell.
"Oh Christian, I wish you were here. I want to hold you and kiss you."
"Me too baby."
"Come back and pick me up." I demand. I want to be with him. I can't spend more than 10 minutes away from him. That can't be healthy. Especially considering the situation we're in.
"What?" I can hear the slight shock in his voice.
"I want you to come back, park down the street, then walk around to my back yard. I will meet you there." I say feeling so bad. I have never snuck out before, and the idea is...exhilarating! And for a long while I hear nothing.
"Christian?" I ask worried that I may have lost him. I wait a few seconds more.
"I'll be there in 10 minutes." He says shortly then hangs up before I get a chance to reply. I glance over at my clock, it is 9:18pm. I have until 9:28 exactly to get ready, knowing Christian he will be exactly on time. I quickly run to my closet trying to figure out what I can put together that will attract a man. I flip through the hangers, trying to find something that doesn't make me look like a 5 year old. I cannot find anything. I almost give up, when I see a dress that I don't recognize hanging in the way back of my closet. It is an ivory flowy sundress that on a hanger looks like something a 5 year old would wear, but when I put it on, the dress hugs the top of my body and my small curves perfectly, and when I twirl around, the bottom of the dress twirls with me. I pull the dress down just a smidge so that it looks like I have a little bit of cleavage. And I blush at myself in the mirror. It is 9:26 and I'm almost ready. I brush out my hair and pull it back in a headband. I grab my jean jacket and a pair of black chuck T's and take one last look in the mirror. I shrug and all of a sudden, none of it feels good enough, but I don't have time to change. Before I leave, I go downstairs to Ray and tell him that I'm not feeling well, and that I'm going to bed early, so he knows not to disturb me.
Back upstairs in my room I turn on my tv for some background noise. I tiptoe over to my window, and slowly and quietly open it. As I am climbing out, I can hear Christian's car. I stretch one leg out over to the vine up the side of our house, right next to my window. And I begin to climb down. Slowly, but surely I climb down one foot after the other.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I turn around and Christian is staring up at me wide eyed, there is obvious fear and anger in his eyes. The angered tone of his voice startles me and I slip, and one second I'm falling, the next I am on top of Christian, lying on the ground, crushing him. His arms are wrapped tightly around me. Clutching me to him.
"Sorry." I try to pull away so that I'm not crushing him anymore, but he clutches me even tighter.
"Don't you ever do that to me again." Christian finally breaks his silence.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you." I examine his body checking for wounds. He grabs my hands tightly, I can't move them at all.
"Dont you ever scare me like that again, Anastasia. For the love of God, I nearly had a heart attack." He pulls me in even tighter. Jesus I can barely breathe. He kisses my hair.
"C'mon, lets get out of here before your dad sees us." He moves to get up, but he doesn't let me go. He picks me up, and puts me over his shoulder. What the fuck?
"Put me down Christian!" I yell, wiggling and squirming, trying to break his hold, but its hopeless, hes just too strong.
"Shhh!" Christian hushes me as he lightly slaps me on my backside. Oh. My. God.
"OW!" I squeal. It hurt, but it also felt kind of good. How bizarre is that? When we finally get to his car, he puts me down. He gazes at me, and I gaze at him. Searching his eyes. Trying to figure out his expression. I'm stumped. He looks at me up and down. Grabbing my chin he kisses me softly.
"You look so beautiful Anastasia. Although I was enjoying your little monkey shorts he whispers, caressing the top of my thighs.
"Well maybe you'll get to see them again soon." I kiss him chastely on the corner of his mouth.
"Oh, I do hope so." My muscles clench in my belly.
Christian has the nicest car I have ever seen. Its an audi. What kind of teacher drives an audi sports car? I guess really really hot, intimidating teachers.
"Where do you want to go?" I ask him, watching him as he gets into the car.
"I know a place." He says in his mysterious, 'I'm going to torture you with suspense until you crack' tone. And I know that I am not going to get anything out of him. Where can we go anyway? We can't be seen together, what can we do? Well, I know what I'd like to do.
Christian pulls in to an underground garage in a very large, sleek, modern building.
"Where are we?" I ask looking around the garage.
"We are at my apartment." I feel my eyes widen slightly. Christian lets out a small chuckle.
"I know how that sounds Ana, but you can trust me. This was just the only place I could think of. And I would like to show you my place." He says with his beautiful smile.
"Well then lets go inside." I kiss him chastely on the cheek and climb out of the car. He takes my hand and walks me over to the elevator and presses a button. I peek up at him through my lashes, and he is staring at me intently.
"Yes?" I ask him coquettishly.
"You are so unbelievably beautiful. You know that Ana? I blush and quickly look away, feeling embarrassed. Why does it bother me so much when he says that? The elevator pings and as soon as the doors open, Christian yanks me inside, pinning me up against the wall, and before I even know what's happening he is kissing me so passionately that I completely forget all of reality. But this is reality. This is happening, and it makes me want him that much more.
"Anastasia, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, so you better get that through your fucking head, he growls, thrusting me up against the wall again.
When the elevator doors open, we tumble out, not breaking contact, and he drags me over to a door with the number 50 on it. Still kissing me, he searches through his pockets and pulls out his keys, puts them through the door and opens it, all while devouring me, he slams his door shut, and picks me up and puts me on his kitchen counter. He is standing in between my legs, holding me. We pull away from each other, catching our breath.
"You can come over anytime Ana." He says in a most sensual tone.
"I may take you up on that offer Mr. Grey." I tease him, smiling with a huge stupid grin on my face.
Christian and I are laying on his bed, staring at each other. The Graduate is playing on the TV in the background, but we haven't watched any of it. We've just been gazing at each other. I reach over and start to unbutton his vest. He stills for some reason, but doesn't push me away. I take off his shirt and he is so frickin hot! He rolls over so that he is on top of me and he takes off my jacket and tosses it on the floor, and I lose myself in the passion.
"Ana, wake up." I hear Christian's voice and it sounds frantic. I open my eyes and he is leaning over me. It takes a moment to register that there is sunlight shining through the windows.
"We fell asleep. You spent the night here." Shit! I wonder if Ray noticed I'm gone. Its just after 6 and I grab my phone to see if there are any missed calls. There are 7 from home. I call Ray immediately.
"Ana where the fuck are you?!" Ray yells over the phone so loud that i have to pull it away from my ear. He wasn't even this mad when he saw Christian for the first time in my bedroom.
"I came to school early. I have a test today, and I left my book at school." I am a total nerd when it comes to school so Ray does not question me.
"Next time tell me Ana!" Ray hangs up. Ouch. that was harsh dad.
"I'll drive you to school." Christian renters the room ready to go.
"Are you insane? Do you want to get caught together? Besides I don't have any of my stuff."
"I'll drop you off around back so that no one will see us. As for your things we can pick them up on our way there. I'll park down the street and you can just run in." Okay, i guess that plan sounds alright.
Christian pulls up around the back of the school. I got my books and now its time to return to reality. Before I get out of the car, Christian grabs my face one last time and kisses me goodbye. Well until our class starts in 10 minutes. He releases me, leaving me wanting more. I climb out of the car and watch him as he drives away to the parking lot. I am yanked away from my daydreams by a harsh tone.
"Ana, what the fuck?" I whirl around and I see Kate, gaping at me. And it becomes very clear that she was watching Christian and I in his car. I am totally fucked.