Ana's POV

I can't believe it! Here I am Anastasia Rose Steele, sitting in a café, drinking my favorite tea, WITH A MAN! And I'm enjoying myself! Like every other 21 year old woman. I can't believe it, but sitting here with Christian makes me actually feel safe. I never thought that I could feel this way ever again, neither alone nor with company, It's astounding. He is so easy and fun to be with. He told me about his company and I'm beyond impressed – he isn't only Adonis, he lives his dream and built his own company, successfully. And this man listens closely to everything I'm saying, as if he knows which questions not to ask. I don't hesitate telling him about my job and my hobbies. I'm impressed when he tells me about his real helicopter Charlie-Tango. I think he thought about offering me a ride, but it was like he knew that this would scare me and he changed the topic. I'm even more fascinated with his two other favorite things: sailing and soring. It sounds dangerous to get into an airplane without an engine, but the way he teaches me about the air dynamics and physical forces I'm following his every word and find that I actually would like him to show me those with his plane. After a while his phone vibrates and I tell him that I'd use the restrooms to give him some privacy, but I do realize that this break does come in handy.

When I return he stares angrily on his phone and his whole body vibrates tautness. I find myself backing away from him, unsure of his change of behavior. But by taking a step backwards my luck strikes back and I crash into a waitress and her trail. I land with a loud crushing on my button and after the first shock weans off I feel my hand hurting. When I look around I find Christian next to me, holding my hand with one of his, but with his other hand he is still on his phone, but all I hear is some barking, no words, my head is spinning and my vision blurs.

"Ana!" I hear a beautiful voice in the background and feel some arms around me.

I should get away from those my sub-conscious tries to tell me, but the blood on my hand reminds me of the last time I was bleeding from my hand.

And this is a road I most definitely don't want to take. I try to focus on my surrounding, using the technic my old psychotherapist and I worked on. Firstly I solely focus on the smells around me, the most prominent is a comforting jasmine smell, which seams to surround me. That's good, that's exactly what I need. I brought myself away from the dooming flashback. Suddenly I feel that I'm being lifted and panic tries to overcome me again, but then I hear the world's most beautiful sound. "Sh, Ana, it's alright sweetie, I've got you. You're save!" and I manage to relax again.

I open my eyes and see that we are outside on the street in front of Flynn's office. And I can finally take a deep breath.

Suddenly a dark SUV pulls over and stops in front of us, a huge, muscular man in a suit gets out, walks around the car and opens the backdoor and Christian is walking straightly towards the open doors.

I try to wiggle out of his arms, but he only grips me tighter.

I start to scream.

He immediately puts me down and I manage to stand on my own, but his arms are still hovering around me.

"Ana! Talk to me! What do you need?" He asks me and explains "I only want to help you! I was planning on driving you to the hospital to get your hand fixed, but I won't do anything you don't want me to, I promise!"

He looks truly concerned and serious and despite of all the shit that went wrong I feel slightly better.

"I can't get in a car." I hear myself whisper and I feel Christian relaxing besides me.

"Alright, in this case can we get back to Dr. Flynn?" He asks and runs his hand trough his hair. "I'm sure he's got some first aid supply. I don't want you to hurt."

I nod and are slowly coming down from my adrenalin rush when we walk through the familiar entrance of John's office.

I hear "Ana" shortly followed by a startled "Mr. Grey!" from John's receptionist/secretary Amanda.

"We had a small accident, do you have a first aid kit?" Christian asks and leads me to my former chair in the waiting area. Amanda joins us after a minute or so with the first aid kit and John in tow.

"Ana! Are you all right?" John wants to know and Christian makes room for him, watching me closely.

"Year, thanks. I'm feeling better now."
Christian exhales loudly and John asks me if I would allow him to clean my hand.

I need a moment to prepare myself for his touch and manage to convince myself that I'll be Flynn touching and that tis would be ok.

After my little prep talk I nod and recognize that Flynn realized that this would be a tough task for me.

He gently wipes the blood away and barely touches me. After the blood is gone, it doesn't look that bad. The bleeding nearly stopped, but now you can see that there is a shard in my hand balm.

I'm getting nervous, but John assures me that he went to medical school and knows what he is doing. With a short stabbing pain he pulls it out and I'm finally ready to get a small bandage. Luckily I didn't need stiches.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" Flynn wants to know and I'm shrinking away from him reflexively., fearing that he want to touch me some more.

My bud is feeling a bit sore, but I won't mention this!

I shake my head and John nods.

"Do you want to talk about anything?" he probes, clearly feeling that I'm still a bit out of it. But I shake my head no again and slowly get up to leave.

That's when Christian, who I blissfully ignored, tries to come closer to me, but he is held back by Flynn. I continue to move forward, but stop behind the door. I see my mom in front of my inner eye and her displeased look like she knew I was going to listening in, but even this can't make myself go on.

"Mr. Grey." I hear Flynn's cool voice. He never talk to me this way!

"Dr. Flynn." Christian answers equally cool, maybe even a touch more icy.

"How does it happen that you where with Ana?"

"It happens that we were together during her accident." It seems that he didn't wanted to disclosure any more information, but with a sigh he added "originally I planned to take her to the hospital, but she wouldn't get in my car, so you were the next best alternative."

"Mhm." Flynn muses "and how did Ana get hurt?" "What are you implying Flynn?" Christian responds angrily. Huh he's a short-tempered one.

"What are your intensions with Ana?" Wow Flynn, where did you left your British manners? I never knew that he could be so straightforward. But after a moment I have to fight back my tears when I realize that he is just looking out for me… Like a dad. And with this I can leave.

I wait in front of the building for Christian who walks a few minutes later out of it.

It takes a moment for him to see me and relieve crosses his face when he gets nearer.

"You stayed."

"At least I had to apologize. Sorry for freaking out on you earlier. I'm a bit sensitive with blood."
"It wasn't your fault. As long as you are good now." With this he is looking deep in my eyes and it feels if my heart stutters. This gorgeous man is still talking with me, although he saw some of my worst…

"Are you alright?" He wants to know and I whisper a "It's ok." He seems to evaluate my answer and nods after a moment and takes a deep breath.

"I know it may sound weird after this shitty date for you" Date? My inner goddess screams astonished "but I had a very special time with you. Well besides the part when you got hurt." He grins sheepishly, but it's still so adorable and I can't believe what he's saying. "I never felt this connected to another human being before and although we just met it feels like I have known you forever. What I'm trying to say is: I'd like to see you again." He gushed the last part and seems to be relived and proud of himself, oh god can he get any more perfect? "I have no idea what Flynn's problem is or why he is trying to chase me away" now he sounds irritated and I have to smile to myself. "I get it that you might have some issues and that this might be a difficult task for you. But I want you to know that I have issues, too or we wouldn't have met in a psychologist's waiting room. That being said the one thing I can promise you is that I would never do something you wouldn't want me to, you are in charge and it is totally up to you. This isn't something I've ever done before, but for you I would try. What I try to say to you in the middle of some sidewalk is: I'd like to see you again." I'm overwhelmed, is this some beautiful dream? As I don't answer, he continues:

"Like I said I won't be in the city for the next few days. Why don't you take this time to think things trough? Here is my mobile number." And he hands me a card, carefully not to touch me, I think or am I hallucinating?

"You can text me or call me every time. Or you can shred it to pieces, but I really hope to hear from you. Laters!"

And with this he gets in the dark SUV, which I didn't saw before and vanishes.