Chp 9 Annie gone Anna here now.

G pov.

I sit in my office, sipping tea. Ray just called. He's been trying to get to Christian. I'm so mad. Poor Anna prom date turn out to be a predator, glad she put the little date rapist in the hospital. Ray has to go out of state for the summer. So I invite Anna up to Seattle. if Christian doesn't have an opening, I know Elliot will. I better call Andrea, Christian PA. I need to force an another family dinner. Christian hasn't been seen in months. I fear he's working himself into an early grave. I need to call Sally, my new housekeeper, to set up guest bedroom, no Christian's room for Anna. I feel happy Anna is such a joy, and Mia will stop hanging with those petty, shallow, wantabe. Mia has a year to go in School. I plan a family dinner party.

A pov

Day one at GEH.

Parking Ray's truck in the GEH lot is like sticking an old bull in a herd of goats. I feel out of place among the BMW, Audi, and other expensive cars. It's 15 till 8. The start of my new job for Christian. I will not be a charity case. I straiten my business cloths. A simple blue blouse and blue A line skirt, 1in heels. My hair in a braid. I feel scared, uneasy about Ray's asking Christian for this job. I will not be a failure; I will not allow people to think I'm a charity case. I stomp my foot and enter the building.

Exiting the elevator, I ask at reception, I'm directed thru a set of glass doors. Man on the right, women on left. I'm here to see Mrs. Field's so reach in to my purse pull out my resume and "Hello Mrs. Fields, I'm Anna Steele. Here is my resume." She takes the paper, feeling the paper. Reading the little information, I have. She smiles "Excellent, It's Miss, but call me Andrea, this is Scott, the COO PA. let me show you around and get you started on the paper work." I'm relieved. "yes Ma'am." She shows me the break room; how to run the coffee machine, it's similar to the one in Lawrence Print shop that I worked after school last winter. The file room full of boxes. The company is moving first of next month.

I'm giving a desk and a pile of HR paperwork to do. I try to be neat and precise. The other interns wander in giving some bullshit about traffic. I drove in there was no traffic jam. Their sent to the file room. I hand Andrea my paperwork. She's surprised and happy. Puts me to work sorting the mail, I have to wear gloves. The mail is sorted into business, invitation, junk, and hate. I'm shocked by the amount of hate mail Christian is getting. I open each letter, staple the envelope to the letter. Sort. Then put all the hate mail into an inner office folder to send to security. Than start on the business pile checking against active company list. I hear the door open. Christian walks in. he looks tired, wore out, despite being freshly showered and in a hot suit. I have to swallow the drool down. "Coffee" he says without breaking stride to his office. Andrea grabs her pad, and schedule a follows. I bolt for the break room. Fresh coffee, three sugars, one teaspoon hazelnut, one table spoon milk. I plate a pastry. All on a tray. Taken it into his office I put it on his decks, smile and leave. Not a word. I feel a little down, but he's lost in problems. I'm sure he'll speak to me later. I go back to sorting and filing the mail. after refreshing Andrea Coffee, Scott's a tea drinker like me.

Andrea comes out, sits a starts typing furiously, sipping her coffee. She stops, looks at me "Thank you Anna". Latter I bring the invitation over for her to decide attend or regrets. "Andrea, to you have a minute to go over the invitation." "Are you done with the rest?" she looks at the clock. "Yes Ma'am." We quickly go over the invites; I have to write RSVP's. sitting down I start, then I feel uneasy like I use to when Christian was lost in problems. He would get so focused he'd forget to eat. Did he have breakfast? I go to the breakroom make fresh coffee, plate two pastries, forgo the tray. I knock and enter. Smiling I replace the empty plate and coffee mug. He looks up not smiling. I start to go. "Have lunch with me Annie?" I turn back he's smiling. "It Anna, yes, in or out?" "I don't know yet? I'll let you know. Thanks for the coffee and food." I grin "bye" turn and walkout, I can feel his stare at me. Goosebumps and feelings flood me; I know I swayed my hips more than normal. My sexy walk as Kate taught me.

11:30 my phone rings, id Christian. I pick up. "yes, Mr. Grey" "lunch?" "Yes" "eat in?" "Yes" "you want anything special" "no" "Sandwich's?" "Yes, any place special?" "The usually, a turkey club from the Sandwich shop." "Alright, anything else" "No, I ah, that it" "I'll bring in when it arrives. I hang up, living with Ray has got me use to verbose speaker. I get up start searching the take out menu folder. Andrea ask "what are you look for?" "Mr. Grey wants a turkey club sandwich from the sandwich shop." She quickly hands me the correct menu." "Would you like something from the sandwich shop?" "yes, the tuna salad sub." "Scott?" I ask "Pastrami on sourdough, and Roz wants the Italian sub with extra jalapeno." I go to the file room. The interns are slowly boxing files chatting away about some movie. I ask their going out for lunch; snide, petty bitches. I return and order the food, adding chips and pickles I know Christian likes.

When the food arrives. I sort and plate Christian and mine on a tray. Enter his office. I place it on the conference table. I walk over. "I usually eat at my desk" "Well, you're eating with me. So come on" I take his hand, a surge of electricity tingles me. I see he feels it to, just like old times. I drag him over. We talk and eat. Christian relaxes and smiles more. I get him laughing. I see movement of the door. Andrea checking on us. I feel content, happy, but worried. Chris ate everything, I put most of my chips and my pickle on his plate, I don't think he noticed. I see how worn and stressed he is. I need to fix that. My friend needs me. Yet friend just doesn't feel right. I want, no need something more.

He stands, moaning rubbing his back. I smile, Ray's backaches got me a certification in massage therapy. I take his hand and lead him to the couch. "Take off your shirt, and undershirt." He gawks, unsure of what I'm doing. I take a blanket, laying it out on the couch. Turning to him I start to unbutton his shirt. He stops me. "Anna?" "I'm going to give you a back rub, Chris. Now strip." I smirk. He hesitates than off the shirts come. "lay face down. Relax." He lays. I hike up my skirt a straddle his rock hard, perfect ass. I feel him shift, I suspect little Chris is hard. I flush as I start to knead and massage his back. feeling the knots and tension. I work hard to undue all his stress. He's moaning, it makes me happy and the ohs and ahs come as each knot is released, caresses my heart. He's a bowl of jello, has I feel him unwind and let go. Soft snores come to me as I lay a trail of kisses up is back. I climb off. He smiles, eyes light grey, with peaceful aura. I strait my skirt. Quietly walk out the door. Shit it 115pm I'm late, Andrea looks concerned.

"Anna, what just happened?" Andrea ask. "Christian's was stressed and tense. His back was hurting. So I gave him a back massage to get the knots out." "you, touched his back? I was told never to touch is back or chest, it's a fire able offence." "Yes, he can only take family and me touching him. His' ah, before his adoption was very brutal." "I know this Roz briefed me. But? please be careful in the office." "yes ma'am." I start the work Andrea has laid out. The rest of the day goes good. Christian is relaxed and calm. Even talks to Grace. I feel happy that I have made a difference. I smile. Driving home, I feel successful. It's a bright day.