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NOT BETAED!


8. From friends and flirts

"You look guilty." Andrea said with a suspicious look on her face, her hazel eyes squeezed as they scanned my flushed face. I gave her my most innocent look, my blue eyes widen, my eyebrows a little raised, although I was nothing but innocent. I was a dirty, dirty liar, pants on fire.

Stop thinking about liars or pants.

"You are hiding something, Steele. I can totally smell it on you." She pursed her lips at me, before raising her glass of Vodka Cranberry. As she took a sip, her eyes didn't leave my face.

"I showered before I came here." I said with a shrug and a nervous smile, reaching for my own drink. Andrea, Jose and our colleague, Nicole, had persuaded me to go out tonight, our destination a bar called Seatdown in the heart of Seattle. I had only agreed because drowning my internal fight in alcohol sounded pain soothing.

"You have been awfully flustered the whole week, your left eye twitches from time to time, and your handwriting is not its usual clean self." Andrea said to me, before turning to Nicole. "That's typical for her when she feels guilty about something."

Nicole nod, now looking at me with a suspicious look, too. Great. They were a team.

"You stalker. Did you have your eyes on me for the past week?" I snorted, fidgeting with the bracelet around my wrist. It was a gift from Mum's last vacation, a light blue and yellow colored thing with miniature clams and starfishes. I had tried to plan the rest of my outfit based on it, deciding to wear a light jeans, a white t-shirt and my yellow flats. My hair was up in a ponytail, simple and easy just like I liked it.

Jose threw an arm around my shoulders, pulling me to his side in a protective gesture, making me nearly throw over my glass of beer. In the last minute, I saved it though. His cologne filled my nostrils, as he patted my shoulder.

"No worries, Ana bear. I'm protecting you." He grimaced at Andrea and Nicole playfully. Andrea stuck out her tongue at him.

"She didn't deny that she was hiding something, so I was right. What are you hiding, Ana bear?" Andrea asked, mocking Jose's voice as she said his new nickname for me.

"Ana bear?" Nicole asked with a grin on her face, as I rolled my eyes at them.

"I will never hear the end of it, will I?" I asked with a frown, pinching Jose's side. "It's your fault."

He raised his hands in resigning gesture. "Hey! I was just trying to protect you."

"Well, you didn't. Thank you." I said with a smirk.

"Next time, princess better save herself. The prince is giving up." He joked with schemed hurt look.

"Princesses don't need princes to save themselves." I said with a raised chin, quoting Ellie Grey, who was fighting with one of her classmates about the same topic just yesterday.

Oh God.

Don't think about anyone with the surname Grey, especially not a dark-copper haired one.

Don't think about his sex hair, his gray eyes, his charismatic smiles, his kissable lips – especially not his lips!

And don't think about his lips on yours.

"Stop with the flirting. Answer me, Ana bear. What are you hiding?" Andrea interrupted our – as she called it – flirting. I didn't think that I was flirting with Jose, to be honest. We were always like this, we joked around nonstop.

"I'm not hiding anything." Liar.

"Is it something scandalous? Did you hear new gossip? About who? I know you well enough to know that you would keep stuff like that to yourself." Andrea pestered me, the alcohol in her blood making her more annoying than she actually was. Maybe I should make her stop drinking, for my own sake.

"How long do you want me to tell you that I am not hiding anything?" I huffed with an eye roll, although I was hiding something big, something scandalous as she called it.

"Fine. Don't tell us now. Eventually, I will find out anyway. I always do, you know that." She smirked cockily, winking at me. With her wink, the storm of memories hit me out of nowhere, nearly knocking me off my seat.

Lips meeting lips, soft touches on my hips as his hands slowly made their way up to my waist, pulling me tighter to him, teeth clashing as our mouths open, our tongues a wild mess, my hands on his neck, the soft curls of his hair between my finger, my willpower zero, my desire out of this world.

"Fuck." He mumbled at my lips, before kissing me again and again, one of his hands making its way up to my head, getting lost between my brown hair. I liked the way he tried to control our kiss by holding my head tightly, tilting it to the side when our nose kept hitting each other. My heart beat furiously in my chest, my hormones were doing a crazy dance in my body as they wandered to the one spot between my legs. I tried not to laugh into his mouth as I couldn't stop thinking about kitties, laughing while kissing was probably the least attractive thing to do.

Even though, I was breaking my own rules right now, I couldn't have cared less. His lips on mine felt too good to have any morals left.

Fuck morals, I thought.

And fuck him – in a very, very good way.

My panties were trying to squeeze their way out of my pants, my legs were saying 'let's do an open house event'. With the last bit of what was left of my dignity and my morals, I managed to keep them closed, allowing myself this kiss, but nothing more.

A kiss wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

We didn't have to talk about it afterward, so it was okay to kiss him right now.

A soft moan roared in his throat as he deepened our kiss, sucking on my bottom lip and tongue, biting, kissing, taking whatever he wanted. I gave him everything he asked for, enjoying our kiss with buzzing excitement and a pool of wetness between my legs. A wet kitty, I thought with a grin, not able to stop my thoughts. Real kitties didn't like to be wet, but this special kind of kitty would like to be wet nonstop – especially, if it was caused by Mr. Grey.

"Come home with me." Christian, who stopped our kiss when he felt my grin, whispered to me, his tone direct.

"I will put Ellie to bed, before I take you to mine." He sounded out of breath, his words turning me on more until I realized what he had said.

Ellie.

I couldn't have sex with him. He was Ellie's father.

Jose nudged my shoulder with his, taking me back to the now and then. He gave me a questioning look, obviously knowing that I had been somewhere else with my thoughts, I brushed it off with a smile. Meanwhile, Nicole and Andrea were giggling like hens as they kept fluttering their eyes at two gentlemen at the bar. They raised their glasses toward our table, one of them even winked at me – Please, for the love of God, don't wink at me, people -, making me roll my eyes. I wasn't really fancying drunk, suit wearing, sweaty men.

We all know that you fancy truck driving, messy haired, intense daddies, girl.

"I think, we have lost them completely." Jose shook his head at our two friends, who were discussing if they should go over to the men.

"They are going to replace us soon." I said, giggling.

"I can survive the night without them, but not without you." He smiled down at me, his white teeth contrasting his olive skin.

"Well, since I am your driver, it's no wonder you say that." I answered with a sassy tone, my grin huge on my flushed face. It was really hot in this stuffed bar, they should install some aircons. Maybe it's the beer I was drinking, or maybe it was the memory of the hot kiss I had only a few days ago.

To say that it had affected me would be an underestimation. It had changed my whole behavior, Andrea had really done great job at analyzing me, especially toward my boss and my students. Since the night where Christian Grey had kissed me like no man before, I was suffering under the constant fear that Leila would see through me and fire my ass before I could explain myself. Yes, there was technically no rule against a kiss with Christian Grey, but it was morally questionable. I didn't think that Mrs. Williams' was a place for teachers who rather made decisions based on their kitty's wants and needs, instead of their morals and tasks as a teacher. My students were also seeing the change in me, I was more nervous at class, I stuttered a lot, and Ellie Grey, God bless her innocent soul, had even asked me if I was alright. That girl was too clever for her own good, I couldn't even hate her for that, it was admirable. But I could blame her father for turning me into a mess. I could blame him and his dammit lips.

God.

His lips.

Don't go there, Ana.

He had been more than shocked when I suddenly had pushed him away from me, stuttering something about morals and Ellie before I practically had run away from to get in my car. Without giving him a chance, I had drown away as fast as I could, of course not breaking any laws in the process. I had been lucky enough that, while Christian was kissing me like there was no tomorrow, his daughter had been asleep in his car. The next time I met her afterward, I was a total mess, fearing that she could have seen something, but God seemed to love me for once. Christian also seemed to have made sure that she kept our dinner together a secret, because she hadn't lost one word about it.

Although I was seeing his daughter daily, I hadn't met Christian yet. That was no coincidence, I was practically running away from every possible moment we could see each other.

I was just hoping that it would stay that way until Ellie graduated.


"Joshua, please sit down."

"No, Timothy, you can't have more juice. One cup for each, remember?"

"Alice, please eat your food."

"Susan, you can't have yoghurt. You are lactose intolerant."

Kids could be really messy while eating. They also could be very slow, their attention easily distracted, the talk with their classmates more interesting than their food on their plate. I hated this part of my job, being the cafeteria supervisor was hell on earth. It took me lots of patience and willpower to make sure that a group of kids was fed within the given hour, but eventually we managed in the end. Afterward, the trip to the bathroom was less chaotic, since little kids loved any opportunity to play with water. When their mouths and hands were washed and freed from food residues, we made our way back to our classroom, where they had time to play with toys. I leaned back in my chair and bit my apple as I kept my eye on them.

"Miss Steele, I like apples, too." Joshua's green eyes were starring at me when he spoke.

"They are healthy. You know what they say? An apple a day keeps the doctor away." I smiled at him, noting that he was holding another comic in his hands. I had noticed that he was carrying them around wherever he went, although some of their contents had made me frown, so I had called his mother to inform her about his newly found interest. Mia Kavanaugh had been in shock, since these comics belonged to their husband and he protected them with his life, she had no clue how Joshua managed to get his hands on them. I had thought they would make sure that they were out of his reach, but apparently, little Josh had managed to find them again. Seemed like, I was going to have another phone call with the Kavanaugh's.

"I hate going to the doctor." Josh mumbled, his lips pouting now. His blonde dark blonde curls made him look very cute.

"But doctors can heal you. Otherwise you wouldn't stop being sick." I tried to lighten his mood, my eyes scanning the rest of the class. Everyone was playing or drawing happily, only Josh was staying away from the loud crowd. I had noticed that he liked to talk to teachers more than to his classmates, he was an awfully shy little boy. I stood up from my chair and took his hand, walking toward his classmates with him in tow.

"Why don't we draw something with the others?" I asked him with a cheery voice, trying to encourage him to join his friends. He didn't look too pleased, but dutifully followed me.

At the end of the day, I said my goodbye's to my students, making sure that they didn't forget their stuff since it was Friday. Ellie was especially careful with her belonging, the thought of forgetting anything of hers frightened her. She made me check her pencil case twice, making me roll my eyes at her.

"It's rude to roll eyes, Miss Steele. My daddy says so." She scolded me with pursed lips, her tiny hands at her hips, looking too adorable.

"It is, yes. I'm sorry." I had nothing else to say, blaming Christian Grey again for leaving me speechless. He wasn't even here, goddammit.

"Bye, Miss Steele." A chorus of loud voices said to me as I waved behind their back, watching them leave my classroom. Finally, I thought, the weekend something I really needed. I was just packing my stuff, when somebody knocked on my door. It was Jose.

"Ana, will you help me outside? Nicole has an important phone call. Andrea and I are alone." He asked with a friendly smile.

"Um." I stuttered, nervously biting my lip as I tried to come up with a reason not to help them. "Why do you guys need help?"

It couldn't be that hard to let kids out without me, for God's sake.

"These kids are wild rowdies, we gotta keep them in control. Besides, you know how Leila is. She wants us to be friendly with the parents, small talk and stuff." He said with an eye roll, looking tired. I sighed and gave up, I couldn't neglect my job just because I was intimated by a certain father. Dutifully, I followed Jose to the entrance, where we sand the goodbye song with the kids before opening the doors for them.

Andrea, Jose and I stood by the side, watching our students run to their mums and dads, their loud, cheery chatter drowning my heart's nervous fluttering, I could hear my blood rushing in my ears as my eyes instinctively wandered over the crowd of kids, perfectly styled mums and tired looking dads, finally landing on a strawberry blonde haired little girl with a pink backpack. The man kneeling in front of her was breathtaking as usual, his upper body dressed in a white t-shirt and black, leather jacket, his feet clothed in dark boots, his legs wearing jeans. He was smiling at his daughter, his lips bewitching me from inches away. I looked away immediately, my skin flushing from my cheeks to my neck, my treacherous body once again giving me away.

"Well, look who we have here." I heard Andrea mumble in appreciation, her eyes focused on Mr. Grey.

"You have no shame, A." Jose giggled beside me, shaking his head.

"He looks mighty fine." She whispered, winking at him. "Ana agrees, right?"

"Huh? Sure." I said with a shrug, looking anywhere but at said person.

"You think?" Jose asked me with raised eyebrows.

"Of course, she does. She would be dumb not too." Andrea answered for me with pursed lips, her hazel eyes glistening with joy. I guessed, seeing good-looking men made her joyful.

"I mean, if you like that type of human." I said with a shrug, trying to look cool.

"The hot type of human?" Andrea whispered with one raised eyebrow. "He is a perfect ten and I would – oh god. He is looking at us!"

Suddenly, I felt a very intense pair of gray eyes starring at me, making me look up, my eyes immediately back on his lips. I bit my own lip, smiling politely with heated cheeks, barely noticing Ellie waving at me excitedly, her good-looking father far too interesting and bewitching to look away.

He tipped an imaginary hat and winked, his smile panties-droppingly attractive, before walking away with his daughter, while I only could think about kissing him, fucking him even like the shameless person I had become.

"Holy fudge!" Andrea exclaimed beside me, her eyes going from me to Christian back and forth.

"I knew you were hiding something!"

Oh fudge.


Daddy C's ass belongs to my beloved milo aka Stargazer93 for this chapter ;) Her exact words were: "that's right bitches, Daddy C is MINE!"

Well, fudge. Andrea totally can see through Ana, huh? We will see how she reacts to the kissing business :)

More kisses to come, don't worry.

Until next time,

Melii xoxo