Thank you to all the response for the last chapter and hopefully to those that had questions, I hope that I have answered them sufficiently for you to understand Ana a little more.

If not, hopefully this chapter will explain more.

Savannah final part... sorry, this chapter is longer than normal.


Chapter 7

APOV

I awake to my Mom calling me from downstairs for breakfast. I begrudgingly roll onto my back and rub the sleep from my eyes. I have a slight hangover from last night, but nothing that a few painkillers won't fix. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and my door is flung open.

"Come on Ana, it's time to wake up." My Mom says as she marches into the room and promptly opens the curtains. The harsh light streaming in from the windows makes me quickly close my eyes. I turn over to bury my face back into my pillow, groaning as I do.

"Okay Mom, give me five more minutes and I'll get up." I groan as I snuggle further into the pillow.

"No Ana! Not five minutes the breakfast is ready and you don't want it to get cold." She scolds.

"That's okay. I'll be down in five." I really don't care if the breakfast gets cold or not, I want more sleep.

"No Ana, now!" She demands and pulls the covers off me, hoping that it will urge me to move. Nope, I don't care, and it's not as if it is cold in here to make that much of a difference. It actually feels nice to have the cool air around my body. Mmm sleep!

"Ana!" She shouts and smacks my behind... jeez Mom okay, how old am I again. But she knows that this will make me move, as I have always hated getting a smack bum when I was little.

"What!" I say and quickly bolt to sit upright before she decides to smack me again. I am sitting on the bed glaring at her as I am rubbing my behind. "You didn't have to smack me. What am I seven again?" She huffs and is standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. Giving me the look... you know the look that all parents give their children when they have been naughty.

"Well, I wouldn't have smacked you if had got up. You can't be lazing in bed all day, you have to get up, have breakfast and then get ready so can leave for the club." She states.

What time is it anyway? I look towards the clock on the bedside table and groan. "Mom, its only seven, it's too early. I'm on holiday." I moan. "What time do we have to be at the club anyway?"

"Not until two, but come on breakfast is getting cold." She says as she moves to leave the room.

Grumbling I slowly make my way downstairs. I slump down on a chair at the breakfast table and stare down towards the table, as my mom places a plate down in front of me, along with a mug of tea. I then sit staring at the food deciding if I feel up to eating all of this. I generally wait for least an hour before I eat anything in the mornings. I look down at the greasy bacon, fried eggs and hash browns and my stomach churns.

"Come on eat up Ana." I look up at her and then back down to the plate, I slowly pick up my knife and fork and reluctantly start to eat. "Good. We are going to have so much fun at the club today..."

I tune her out and continue to eat. I really wish she would just leave me too it in the mornings. I remember the time I refused point blank to eat it and I sat there for an hour looking at it. She brought it back out at lunch as she had kept it warm in the oven all morning, and stated that I shouldn't waste food. I agree, but who wants to eat dried up breakfast for lunch. I have always attempted to eat it after that. I was so thankful when I left home and I could choose when and what I ate.

I finally finish my meal and I rise from the table and head towards the stairs.

"Oh Ana, no jeans today, you're not allowed to wear them at the club." Yeah, I already guess that Mom. "Don't forget that we are going to play tennis and then we are going the pool afterwards. We can get changed for dinner at the club."

"Okay." I say as I plod up the stairs and make my way back to my room. Once inside I flop back onto the bed and close my eyes. Just ten minutes. She won't notice!

"Anastasia!" I jolt up from the bed and look towards the door. My Mom is standing in the doorframe with her hands on her hips again. "It's been over an hour, now GET UP!" She says and starts tapping her right foot. Oh Shit!

I quickly roll off the bed and head to the en-suite. "Alright, alright I'm up!"

An hour and half later I am ready to head off. Bob is sitting with me on the sofa, and we are watching the news while we wait on Mom to be ready.

I never really know what to say to Bob. He is a quite man and I've only seen him a handful of times, so I still feel a little awkward in his presence. We have already done the how's work and all the other polite conversation people do, and we have ran out of anything else to say. So we have drifted into a semi-comfortable silence as we watch TV.

How this quiet man puts up with my Mother amazes me. He has always seems so reserved and I would have thought Carla's ways would put him off, but thankfully he has stuck around. He has been a stabling figure for my Mom, and she does appear happy with him. So I do try and make an effort with him. I suppose I live too far away, for me to get close to him like I am with Ray.

Ray, I haven't seen him for a while, and I should be the good daughter and go and visit him soon. I'll call him when I get home and arrange to go and visit him, we could go fishing or hiking one weekend.

We both turn when we hear footsteps coming down the stairs. "Are we all set?" Mom asks. Bob and I look to each other and then back to Mom.

"Yes love, Ana and I are ready to go. We were just waiting on your dear." Bob replies.

I lean down and grab my things and stand up off the sofa and head off towards the car.


I am lying beside the pool area of the Savannah Golf Club, after a fierce game of tennis with Mom. We had decided to play a game of five sets, and at the end of the fourth set, the score was at two sets each. My Mom is extremely competitive. Towards the end of the fifth set we stood at deuce, Mom smashes the serve and I just miss the ball, taking the game to advantage Mom. During the next play we get into a volley and Mom puts the ball out just over the line. She was whooping and cheering that she had won, until I shouted that the ball was out.

This cause a bit of a scene, two grown women arguing over the net, in a posh fancy golf club about whether the ball was out. I was surprised that they didn't throw us out. It would have gone on for a while, if I hadn't noticed the attention we were getting from the other members of the club. So I am shame to say, I conceded and let her have the game point, set and match. I was mortified by how many patrons had stopped to observe us and Mom would not let it go. She called me a sore loser and commented on what a bad sport I was. I just wanted to get out of there and away from the disapproving eyes of the other ladies, and I really didn't care at that point.

It was only game after all. If it was so important to Mom for her to win by cheating, then so be it.

Now we are lying on a lounge, by the pool, drinking margaritas and you would never have guessed we were arguing only 30 minutes earlier. We have arranged to meet up with Bob once he has finished his game of golf, and then we are going to have a few drinks in the bar before dinner.

"So Ana. This Mr. Grey, how long have you known him?" She asks.

I turn my head and look at her puzzled, wondering where this is coming from. "I don't really know him Mom. I did some work for him. I have only met him a few times while I was working." I reply.

"Oh..." She sounds disappointed.

I turn my head back and close my eyes. "I thought there was something going on between you two." Really Mom! Nooo, no way. I sharply turn my head back towards her.

"No Mom. There is nothing going on between Mr. Grey and me. I can assure you. I couldn't say we are even casual acquaintance." I reaffirm.

"He is a really gorgeous looking man Ana, and he owns his own Company... I would say he is quite a catch." Mom says completely ignoring what I just said. Oh no, I best put a stop to this.

"If you think so Mom, but I don't think we work. Besides we are total opposites." I say. Really Mom, stop trying to fix me up with anything with a dick!

"And why not, he certainly looked quite interested in you last night... well he did until you introduce that blonde to him. What were you thinking Ana, handing over a man like that, to that woman?" She scolds. "I was happy that he just ignored her and only wanted to speak to you. You could have lost him to that bimbo." Really Mom... Oh please.

"It wasn't like that, and he was not interested in me in the way you were thinking. He only wants me to do some work for him and that's all." I insisted. Sometimes my Mom really doesn't have a clue. Mr. Grey interested in me, yeah very funny Mom. For a start I'm not blonde and secondly I do not hire my body out for sex. Well I've never had sex, but that is beside the point. If I had, I still wouldn't be a sex for hire type of a woman.

"I'm telling you Ana, I saw the way he looked at you."

"What, like he wanted to kill me when we were on our own." I was really surprised that I didn't hit him for his rudeness. I had to bite my lip to stop me from saying anything that might cause a scene. I just thought let the self absorbed, arrogant and rude Mr. Grey have his say and leave quietly. Sometimes defence is the best form of offence. Let the bastard think he had won and leave it at that. It's not as if I'm going to have any further contact with him, and he wasn't that important enough to argue back. I suppose he was right in some ways, it was sort of rude, even if I did think I was being helpful. Perhaps it is only prostitutes he is interested in. I had thought one night stands would be his thing as well.

"No not then, when I came out of the ladies room and first saw you together. He certainly looked interested then." She smirks at me. Oh boy, she sure had one too many to drinks if she thought she saw something like that.

"I think you were mistaken Mom. You saw nothing of the sort and besides you were too far away to notice anything like that."

"I know what I saw Ana and I am telling you, that Mr. Grey was interested in you for more than work."

I can't help but roll my eyes to that suggestion. "Really Mom I think sometimes you live in a fantasy, in which every man we come across is after me." I shake my head at her. "Honestly Mom, there are no men banging down my door wanting to go out with me."

"You just don't see it Ana, there were lots of men at the bar last night that were interested in you... but I suppose that's part of you being asexual isn't it." Oh crap, she is back on that again. Perhaps I should have quashed that thought.

"Give it a rest Mom. I know you think every woman at my age should be married with children, but honestly there are a lot of women out there that aren't married at 22." I say.

"I just want to see you happy and settled honey." She says sympathetically and reaching over to grab my hand.

"I am happy and settled Mom. A man isn't necessary for that. Honestly, I'm good." I smile at her.

She smiles back at me and then gets a mischievous smirk. "I'll still say that Mr. Grey would like to get to know you better." No Mom you are wrong. "You look so cute together."

"Pfft! You have a real odd idea of cute!" I reply.

I turn away from her and hope that she stops with this ridiculousness of Mr. Grey in being interested in me. God, if she mentions anything like that to Barney, I just might die from embarrassment. Barney would laugh his arse off at that suggestion. My Mom does come up with some really odd ideas. Grey interested in me, what a joke! I am just glad that I am not the sort of girl who would let something like what my Mother had just said, go to my head. I think Mr. Grey would be horrified if he knew what my Mother thought.


A couple of hours later, my Mother and I have changed and are sitting at the bar waiting for Bob. Thankfully she has dropped all conversation about Mr. Grey, unfortunately she is now scouting the area for a potential 'beau' who might be able to 'cure' me from being asexual. Her words, not mine.

I can't be surprised by her behaviour though, as during my childhood I have watched at a distance her flirty ways. She was never long without a man in her life. I still wish she was with Ray, but hopefully Bob will be her last marriage. Bob is older than the men that Mom would normally go for. I'm not saying that she is into really young men that are old enough to be her son. Eww that would be gross having a step-father that was close to me in age. I just mean that she generally went for men closer to her own age. I didn't think this relationship would last.

Bob is attractive for an older guy, just not the sort I thought my Mom would normally go for. Funnily enough they do seem quite content with each other. I am happy that she has found someone who pampers to her needs. Yes, this might be her last marriage... fingers crossed.

I see Bob and my Mom waves at him as he makes his way towards us. I then cringe when Mom gives him a big smooch in the bar. Gross! Really this is a public area and don't they have a no kissing rule in this place, I am sure there must be. This is an exclusive club and they don't just let anyone in here. Bob is does quite well in his business, and is a financial advisor or something along those lines to some of the wealthy in Savannah.

I clear my throat and they break apart. Thank God! I don't think I could sit here for much longer and not say anything. Bob sheepishly grins at me and Mom just curls her arm around his neck and lays her head on his shoulder. Jeez Mom... if you are that desperate for it, we can leave now... or better yet you two leave and I will find my own way home a few hours later. I wonder where I could go to get away. I'm sure I could find somewhere.

"Do you two want to leave now, or are we still going to have dinner?" I ask them. "Because if you two want to be alone... don't mind me. I'll make my own way home."

"Don't be so dramatic Ana, it was only a little kiss." That was little... I am glad I'm not around for a full on make out session then. "Of course we are still having dinner." She says as she starts to rub Bob's chest affectionately.

"Okay." I turn away from the display and freeze when I think I see Mr. Grey standing over in the other corner of the bar talking to another gentleman.

"Ana." My Moms snaps.

I turn back to look at my Mom and quickly look back to where I thought I saw Mr. Grey, and he is no longer there. I must have had too much sun and with the conversation I had with my Mother today, has me seeing things that are not there.

"What Mom?" I ask, and rub my forehead and sigh.

"Bob just asked if was okay that a business client of his joined us for dinner." She asks. God I hope he is married so she won't try and pair us up.

"Sure, I don't mind." I do mind, I want the throw my toys out of my pram and have a temper tantrum. I want to huff and puff and make a scene, but as I look around at this up market establishment I know that I can't do that. It would cause my Mom and Bob too much embarrassment and as annoyed as I am about this, I cannot do that to them. So I decide to put on my big girls panties and sulk about it instead.

"Good." My Mom smiles, I really hope I don't regret this. No match making Mom, I am warning you.

I sigh with relief when I see a gentleman around sixty walk up to Bob and shakes his hand. "Bob." He greets.

"George, you know my wife Carla, and this is Carla's daughter, Ana" George smiles politely at us and shakes both our hands.

"Nice to see you again Carla and lovely meet you, Ana." George greets us both.

George turns to Bob and I get a look at his profile. He looks just like the man that... no couldn't be. I shake my head and look around the bar again. Nope he's certainly not around. Phew! I think I am starting to go crazy. "... so I hope you don't mind if Mr. Grey joins us as well." I missed the beginning part of the conversation and I snap my head towards Bob and George at the mention of Mr. Grey. Surely he means another Mr. Grey. There's bound to be more men in this world with the name Grey.

I look over to George and Bob, there he is, Mr. CEO 'I say jump, you ask how high' Grey standing behind them both with a big ass fucking smile on his face. Oh fucking hell not again. This is not going to end well! I sigh and start counting to ten mentally. I wonder if I should just feign an illness and excuse myself and go home. I look towards my Mother and she is grinning like at Cheshire cat. Mom you better behave.

"Not at all George we don't mind. I met with Mr. Grey last night when we were leaving the Mansion on Forsyth. Ana is knows him as well." Mom says... I told you Mom I don't know him. "It is lovely to see you again Mr. Grey." She gushes and holds out her hand. I had to try very hard not to roll my eyes at my mother.

This time though, Mr. Grey only shakes her hand. "Mrs Adams, a pleasure to meet with you again."

"Oh call me Carla, please." She giggles. "Mrs Adams is so formal." She bats her eyelashes at him. Erm Mom... your husband is stand right next to you. You know the one you were just snogging with earlier.

He nods and gives my mom a slight smile. "Miss Steele." He greets me.

"Mr. Grey." I respond, and nod at him while folding my arms over my chest. I am not going to offer him my hand in greeting. Nope, no way!

I feel my mom nudge me with her elbow. "Don't be so rude." She whispers in my ear.

I turn to look at her and whisper back. "I'm not!" She gives me a warning glare and turns back to the men with a smile plastered on her face.

I take a step back and lean against the bar, tuning out the conversation between my Mom, Bob and George and grab my drink off the bar. I'm going to need a few of these to get through tonight. Perhaps I should just leave now.

After I had met up with Mr. Grey yesterday, I had a discrete telephone conversation with Barney to find out why Mr. Grey was in Savannah and apparently he is here for business. Barney had been working on the project for most of last week. So it was by pure chance that we bump into each other yesterday, now I am convinced that the Gods are against me.

What were the odds that we bump into each other again and in this golf club of all places, today? I don't know, but I'm sure they would have been high. But, lo and behold, Bob's client George is also the very businessman who Mr. Grey is here to see. Fucking great! I can't wait to get back to Seattle and get away from all this shit.

I am standing a little way away from the group and looking at anything but them. When I feel Mr. Grey's ominous presence come a stand beside me. I am standing here silently cursing my misfortune.

"Miss Steele what a lovely surprise to see you here." He says. Yeah big surprise, why can't you leave and eat somewhere else.

I turn to him. "Really, I did mention that we were coming to Bob's golf club last night." I say.

"True and there are so many golf clubs in Savannah and what a coincidence that we should happen to be at the same golf club?"

"Yeah real coincidences, do you often do business in golf clubs." I ask. I don't know what it is, but something's not sitting right with me about him being here. Just a feeling I guess and I can't shake it.

"Yes, there are many deals that get struck on the fairway." He replies.

"I wouldn't have thought that golf was your thing, Mr. Grey." I say and take a sip of my drink and look towards my mother.

He chuckles. "No, it's not really, but sometimes it is necessary. Mr. Wallbeck is an avid golfer and he suggested we talk business while at his club." He smiles at me. Stupid Mr. Wallbeck, why couldn't his club be somewhere else in Savannah?

I just nod as I really don't know what to say to Mr. Grey and we lapse into an uncomfortable silence, while I continue to sip at my drink and fume over the being stuck in this place with no way out.

"You look like you have caught the sun today Miss Steele, a bit of colour looks well on you."

Huh! Does he mean that I look like a lobster? I look down at my arms which have turned a light pink. "Yeah I suppose I have." I say and my mom's words from this afternoon come back into brain. Nah, I'm just imagining things now... I think I have been spending too much time around my mom. I really need to go home and get back into my normal routine.

"Ana come on. We are about to be seated at our table." My mom says and she still is smiling at me and has quirked her eyebrows at me. Quit it Mom!

"I'm coming Mom." I say grabbing my bag and leave Mr. Grey to follow my mother.

We make our way out of the bar and we are shown to our table. "Mom, I thought it was only the three of us." I ask as I look at the table of six before me.

"Oh Ana, Bob mentioned earlier that George and his guest would be joining us for dinner." George and his guest... that guest being Mr. Grey. Crap! How could I of forgotten. I wonder if am starting to lose it. "George would like to discuss some things with Bob about the deal." Just someone please get me out of here... anyone please. This is going to be a long and boring night.

"I think I should go home Mom." I say, she turns to me. "If Bob is going to be talking business, I think it might be best if I go and leave them too it." I try to explain. Please Mom... please!

"Don't be silly Ana. There is no reason for you to leave. Things like this happen all the time and it would make Bob feel awkward if you left. You would understand this if you ever had a boyfriend." She states. "So don't be rude to Bob and just suck it up and no pouting." She commands. Yes Mom!

"Don't you think Mr. Grey is looking very handsome tonight? If only I was ten years younger I would give you a run for your money." She giggles and looks in the direction of the men following behind us. Oh please someone shoot me now!

"Whatever Mom, let get this over with." I grumble taking a seat next to my mom.

They arrive and Mom flashes a big smile at me and I watch as Bob takes a seat next to my mom, George sits next to him and Mr. Grey sits next to George, leaving an empty seat between Mr. Grey and me. I am thankful for so small mercies. I pick up the menu and block out the conversation around me, and study the menu as if it is the most interesting thing in the world. I might have to sit here, but she can't force me to join in.

We are half way through the meal and I have effectively ignored all conversation thus far. I have hardly looked up from my plate and answered questions only when necessary. I would have put my elbow on the table and stuck my head in my hand to eat this lovely meal. In great sulking fashion, if I thought I could have gotten away with it. I have slowly picking and playing at the food in front of me.

I am still sulking and debating how life is so unfair, when I feel my mom kick my ankle and I turn my head and glare at her.

"What!"

"You are being rude. Mr. Grey just asked you a question, aren't you going to answer him." She hisses at me.

I look up and everyone is looking at me. I shift uncomfortably in my seat and look at Mr Grey who is staring intensely at me.

"I'm sorry I didn't catch what you said." I say to him and I hear Mom huff beside me and grumble something that I don't catch.

"I asked when you were going back to Seattle, Miss Steele."

"Oh, tomorrow." I say and look back to my food to continue to pick my way through it. There I answered his question Mom, now leave me alone.

"I'm leaving tomorrow as well. You could fly back with me to Seattle. I have my jet here and one more person will make no difference" He states.

"I'm sorry..." I start to say

"I'm sure Ana would love to join you..." My Mom interrupts me.

"No!" I say a little too loudly. "I'm sorry, and I am thankful for your offer, but I will have to decline. I everything sorted for my flight home and I would hate to inconvenience you." I say and give my Mom another glare, which she ignores.

"Don't be silly Ana. I'm sure Mr. Grey wouldn't have asked if it was the case." She pushes.

"I'm sure Mr. Grey is a very busy man and would hate to hang around all day waiting for me to arrive so he can leave. I have some things that I would like to do before I leave tomorrow." I'm not sure what yet exactly, but I will think of something.

"I assure you I don't mind, what time do you plan on leaving." Oh he is being polite tonight. I would of that he would hate to have to wait on anyone.

"Thank you but no, I really couldn't say when I will be ready to leave and my flight is not until late in the afternoon. I don't want you to have to wait around for me Mr. Grey. I am all sorted." I smile slightly.

He nods at me. "Very well Miss Steele, but if you change your mind give me a call. I will be leaving at midday tomorrow."

I nod "Okay, if I do, I will call you." But don't hold your breath.

"Excuse us gentleman, we need to leave for the ladies room." My mom says and looks at me. "Come on Ana." She orders as she rises from the table and gives the men a slight smile as they all stand up. She then turns me to me and glares.

She then walks off a little ways and turns to wait for me. I sigh and make my excuses and leave the table, following mom into the ladies room.

Once inside the ladies room she starts. "What the hell are you doing Ana?" She asks and put her hand on her hips and glares at me.

"What are you talking about?" I retort and fold my arms defensively across my chest and lean my hip against the sink.

"You know what I mean, refusing to fly back with Mr. Grey." She says and starts tapping her foot.

"I have things that I need to do and I don't want Mr. Grey waiting on me. It would be rude don't you think if I am not ready for when he leaves." I say.

"That not just it, you have been ignoring him all night. No wondered you don't have a boyfriend if you treat all men that way." She throws her hands up in the air and paces a little.

"I have not been ignoring him." I say as I watch her pace and she comes to a stop, then turns to face me.

"Yes you have. If you don't buck up your ideas you will lose his interest." She exclaims while points her index finger at me.

"I don't want his interest." I move my arms from my chest and place my hands down on the sink area behind me.

"God Ana, half of the women in that room would love to have the attention he has been giving you all night." She states, as if I should just swoon, just because he showed me a little and I mean very little bit of attention. Really Mom... what do you want me to do? Get down on my knees and give him a blow job for showing me such attention. Get real!

"Will you just drop it? Mr. Grey is not interested in me like you think." I say trying to defuse this pointless argument.

"Yes he is and you would have to be blind not to see it." I can't help but shake my head at this ridiculous notion that my Mom has.

"Now you are being ridiculous, Mother." I say and then sigh. "Will you please just leave me be, and stop trying to match me up with any available male." I plead. Really Mom this has to stop... you always push it too far. Now quit it.

"I don't try to match you up with any available male, and besides I can't see what is so wrong with Mr. Grey. He is gorgeous, charismatic, charming and smart. A woman must be mad to turn down him." Implying that I am mad, but she really is delusional if she thinks Mr. Grey is interested in me. I'm not going embarrass myself by going after anyone that I know is not interest in me. Yes he may be being polite tonight but this is an exception to the rule, she hasn't seen him at GEH offices.

"He is also rude, conceited, egotistical, arrogant and an all around arsehole." I point out what I know of him from working in his office.

"Men in power often come across that way honey, you just have to get past that and look at the man underneath." She says as if it was obvious. "He wouldn't be where he is today if didn't have high expectations of those around him."

"Well he doesn't have to be rude to everyone." I say.

"Has he ever been rude to you?" She asks, now I have to stop and think about it. Has he really been rude to me... no not really, but I have tended to stay away from him as much as possible while working at GEH. The first time I saw him giving his employee a dressing down, I was shocked to say the least, and decided then that I would steer clear of him while working there.

"No not really, apart from last night, but I have seen how he is around his employees."

"You can't judge someone with how he is with his staff." She tells me. "We all behave differently in a work environment."

"I don't" I state.

"You don't work with anyone, so what do you know." She scolds. "Just give him a chance Ana."

"Fine, but I am telling you are wrong about him." Honestly Mom let just get off this damn topic, I don't want to hear any more about this.

"No I am not wrong, now let's go back." She says as she fluffs her hair in the mirror.

"I'm still not going to accept his offer of flying home with him. Okay!" I tell her.

"Okay, but you do infuriate me sometimes Ana. I don't understand what the problem is with you." I roll my eyes at this statement.

I have heard it constantly while growing up, about why I didn't try harder to fit in more with the children at school. What she never understood was that I was constantly bullied and teased during school for being 'different' and even the teachers seem to resent me for being 'too clever' as my mom put it. Once she told me to 'dumb myself down' so I would fit in more with the children, when I started at another new school. It wasn't until I was put in the advance learning class did I find a friend, and that was Barney. He was a few years younger than most of the group, and like me he had a similar aptitude towards computers. She never did understand why I am so closed off around people I don't know.

I quickly use the toilet facilities while I'm there and wash my hands. We say no more and Mom gives me the once over and shakes her head, before putting a smile on her face and leaving the ladies room. I just scowl at her as I leave.


CPOV

I couldn't believe my luck when I found out that Mr. Wallbeck was a member of the same Golf Club as Mr. Adams, and even more surprised, when I later learn that Mr. Adams was a Financial Consultant of his. I couldn't have orchestrated this arrangement better if I tried. This just fell into place without much persuasion from me. I only asked Mr. Wallbeck if we could discuss our business on the fairway, and he was eager for a game of Golf while discussing business and then having dinner at his Club to go over the finer details of the deal.

I was further pleased when we meet up with Mr. Adams while we were sorting out our gear. Mr. Wallbeck invited Mr. Adams to join us, as he would like to have his input in this deal. Normally I would not tolerate something like this, but I gave Mr Adams a slight smile and welcomed him to join us for a game of golf.

So we went around the course and discussed the brief outlines that I wanted do to with Wallbeck Shipping, while both men studiously considered my proposal. When the subject of a dinner came up, I invited Mr. Adams to join us, but he declined. Like I knew he would, saying that his wife and her daughter was also at the club.

They were playing a game of tennis and then they had planned on going to pool while they wait for him to finish his game. He informed us that he had already booked a table for them to have dinner here later that evening.

At this point I was torn, I wanted to ditch this game of golf I was playing and make my way over to the pool area. Just so I could see Miss Steele in her swimsuit. I had even considered sending Taylor over there and take some photos for me, so I wouldn't miss out on the view, but I decided that it was too much, even for me and Taylor might object. Not that I have ever known Taylor to object to anything that I have asked of him before, but there is always a first.

After Mr. Adams declined our offer for dinner, I extended the invite for dinner to his family and acted as if it would be no bother to me at all. I would never suggest having dinner with a Clients family for any reason, and if it wasn't for the alluring Miss Steele, I wouldn't be now. Mr. Adams agreed subject to his wife's approval. I just nodded and agreed. I would be very surprised if Mrs Adams refused the invitation. I wasn't too sure about Miss Steele reaction though, but I was sure she would still come for dinner, albeit reluctantly. I can never predict her reaction to anything.

After we have played all eighteen holes I was eagerly looking forward to meeting with Miss Steele. Mr Adams got changed quickly, then left Mr. Wallbeck and I and suggested that we would meet with him in the bar.

He was going to have a quick word with his wife to make sure she didn't mind the change in dinner arrangements. I was eager to see Miss Steele, and suggested to Mr. Wallbeck that we go for a drink at the bar, giving Mr. Adams time to have a discussion with his wife before we intruded on their company. He agreed it would be an excellent idea and made a joke about Mr. Adams always having to defer to his wife in all decisions, making the assumption that she had his balls in her bag and it was about time that he grew at pair. Chauvinist comment I know, but hey we're guys, what do you expect when a man keeps asking wife if he can do something. Like I would ever be like that, the thought is repugnant to me, as is the thought of having a wife.

I watched from a far as Mr. Adams speaks with his wife. From his wife's reaction she looked more than pleased about the change in dinner arrangements. I cannot however, say the same about her daughter, I watched her beautiful face change and she pouted petulantly. Decide that was our queue and I suggested to Mr. Wallbeck that we make our way over to Mr Adams. I followed behind him and hopefully out of view of Miss Steele, as I wanted to see the reaction on her face, when she discovered that it would be me that would be having dinner with her and her family.

We went through the usual pleasantries and I almost laugh when Miss Steele scowls at me and crossed her arms over her chest defiantly. I had been hoping that she would have at least shaken my hand in greeting. I am itching to touch her and as of yet this action has eluded me. I have come to realisation that not once have I touched her, not even to shake her hand in greeting. That is something I am going to have to change by the end of the evening. Now that I am aware of that fact, I am determined to change it. She does look gorgeous and I am having a hard time, not to drag her out of here and find the nearest room to fuck her in. God, this compulsion that I have around Miss Steele is really starting to get annoying. I am so desperate to get in her panties and I am sure I will combust prematurely when the moment arrives. I ideally wonder where the fuck my famous control has gone. Anyone that knows me, know how well I control all things, including my body.

While Mr. Adams and Mr. Wallbeck are in conversation I make my way over to Miss Steele and stand beside her, but still not touching. I just feel like reaching over and stroking her arm to know if it is as soft and silky as it appears. I can see that this is going to continue to play on my mind very quickly if I don't do something about it and soon. She has caught the sun and she looks radiant, a true vision of beauty. I have also noticed that she wears very little make-up which I am very pleased about. I make a comment to her about how beautiful she looks, but I think it came out wrong. As she screws her adorable little face up and looks down at her arms. We then fall into silence as I try to think of something else to say. I am not generally at a loss for words, but tonight they evade me.

We get called to the table and the gentlemen that we are, allow the ladies to lead and we follow. I can't help but allow my eyes to look down to Miss Steele ass. The way it sways in that beautiful dress that hugs her figure nicely. I am trying to control my desires of what I would like to do that ass, as we make our way to the table. It just would not do, to have an erection while in the presence of her mother.

During dinner Miss Steele has said very little and only giving one word answers when necessary, but for most of the time she has kept her head down and fiddling with the food on her plate. Which is annoying the fuck out of me, I am very tempted to take her over my knee and spank her ass for her behaviour. I also feel compelled to order her to eat the god damn food on her plate, as she takes little bites before pushing the food around her plate again.

I decide to ask her about when she is returning to Seattle and she informs me that she is planning to fly back tomorrow. Being the erm… gentleman that I am… okay that might be questionable. I offer for her to fly with me on my jet back to Seattle. She refuses and as much as I want to insist that she comes back with me, I refrain. Her mother has other ideas, and she suddenly decides that they need to use the restroom. We all rise as they stand to leave and once we are seated again, I watch Miss Steele trail sullenly behind her mother.

They are gone for quite some time and I wonder if there is something wrong with Miss Steele and about to ask Mr Adams, who doesn't seem to bother about their length of time in the ladies, when I see Mrs Adams emerge followed by Miss Steele.

I watch and Miss Steele looks furious and her mother has the same smile that has been plastered on her face during the whole course of the dinner. I wonder what has Miss Steele so annoyed. I would like to ask if she is alright, but I don't want to bring any further attention to myself with Mrs Adams, as I am sure she has seen my glaze fall on her daughter many times tonight. I really would like to have some time with Miss Steele alone and away from prying eyes of others while we talk.

Deciding to leave it at that for now we finish dinner with Miss Steele constantly glaring at her mother. So I conclude that now would not be the best time for me try and gaining Miss Steele's attention tonight, and finish up with the business that I came to Savannah for. I inform Mr. Wallbeck that I will get all the proposals that we have discussed over to him by the end of play on Monday. He agrees and we stand to leave and shake hands.

We are all moving towards the exit of the club and I turn to Mr. Adams. "It was nice meeting with you Mr. Adams. I will look forward to your comments on my proposal." I say and shake his hand. I don't really care what he thinks, but I go through the usual pleasantries that one does during the course of a business deal.

"It has been a pleasure to met with you again Mrs Adams." I say politely remembering my manners that my mother ingrained in me from a young age. She loosely shakes my hand and giggles.

"The pleasure is all mine Mr. Grey." She flirts, I really have control myself to not roll my eyes. I notice however, that Miss Steele does just that and I have to stop myself from chuckling.

"Miss Steele it been a pleasure to meet with you again, and if you change your mind, the offer is still open for a lift back to Seattle. I promise you won't be intruding." I smile and hold my hand out for her to shake. I was determined to ensure to touch her, even if it is only a handshake, and I'm not going to leave without at least achieving that.

She pauses and looks at my face suspiciously. "Nice to meet with you Mr. Grey, but I very much doubt I'll take you up on the offer. Thank you anyway." She says and looks down at my hand and cautiously places her small hand in mine and gives me a firm handshake.

The moment her hand touches mine I feel a strange electrical pulse like sensation travel up from our joined hands and goes through my body heading down straight towards my dick, and my dick twitches. She quickly pulls her hand away, and the brief contact was too short for me analyse the sensation that I was just felt. I don't know what the fuck that was, but I am left with a very peculiar, as the strange pulsing feeling continue to circulate around my body… What the fuck was that!


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First contact has finally happened, I am not sure if many of you have realised that they had not touched until now. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter.

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