Yeah! Kicked the laptop a couple of times and than I kicked my own ass to get the rewriting done. Damn that was difficult. I was already a couple chapters further so I had to put my mind back on this chapter. Not letting that happen again!

I saw the reviews and thank you! Loving them! They made my day a little better when I read it! I saw a question if this is a cheating story: Hell no! Does that answer it?

I can't write about that because if I did; one of them (the cheating character) would end up lying on the floor while being outlined with chalk (or two characters, depending on the cheating spouse, you know which one I'm talking about) and the other would be taken away in handcuffs to face a lifetime imprisonment. (And yes, that is how I feel about cheating)

So, that would make this story end really quick and since I'm doing this as a way to fill up some of my free time, I intend to keep it going for a while.

So, the chapter; I'm really nervous about this one. Don't ask, I just am. So I'm really curious at what you think of it.

Here it is, hope you enjoy

9. Are you coming?

CHRISTIAN POV

I sit frozen on the couch while I watch Ana standing there. In my head I have run over to her several times already but my body isn't cooperating. My body is in shock and the only part of me that is reacting is my cock standing at full attention, starting to ache painfully in my pants.

"Well, is there a problem?" she asks me and because I'm still not sure of my own voice I shake my head. Fuck Grey, what's the problem!

"Then I think you should come over here." She says seductively and I slowly stand up. I feel my knees trembling a little and because I can't take my eyes off of her I manage to nearly trip over the table.

"tut tut tut, that will also be added to your list of faults. I can't have you get injured in my office. I guess this won't be your only apology now but that I can expect a few more in the future." She licks her lips and I have finally reached her.

I look at her and all I can see in her eyes is lust and the idea that it's because of me makes me want to jump for joy. She looks me over a couple of times and I start to feel really nervous. What if I disappoint her? What if I'm not good enough? I mean, I'm not a virgin but it has been a long time since I had sex. What if she thinks I'm a joke? Should I back down?

No, no, no! This might be my only chance, don't back down! I take a deep breath and wonder if I should do something. Like what?

Before I can think further about it she's standing up again and grabs my cock through my pants. I grasp for air from the shock and I feel her starting to stroke me. Fuck that feels good.

Watching her doing this is almost enough to make me orgasm so I close my eyes while I'm trying to take in the feeling of her hand stroking my cock. She's making long strokes, taking my entire length and she's using more force in her grip with each stroke that passes. I can't help the moans escaping me and lean in to her hand. I'm lost in her touch and let my head fall back. I push my hips forward to get more friction from her hand and I know I'm close already. I feel like a horny teenager but I can't care about it right now. All I care about is her hand stroking me and feeling the warmth radiating of her body standing in front of me.

And then it stops. I open my eyes and see her leaning back against her desk. My breathing is labored and I'm trying really hard to control it. I feel my cock throbbing and watch her looking at it. She licks her lips again and bites in her bottom lip, holding it between her teeth. I want to do that!

"Take off your jacket. You won't need it." She's commanding me and looks back at my face.

I shrug my jacket off but realizing that I don't know what to do with it, I hang it over my arm.

"No, just drop it."

I do as she says and because my cock is becoming really painful now, I rub it through my pants, trying to adjust it to a more comfortable position but no such luck.

"Stop! You are the one apologizing to me. Your hands shouldn't be on yourself, they should be on me." She warns me while pointing her finger at me. Damn, she's spicy and controlling and it's turning me on immensely.

She grabs both my hands and pulls me forward so I'm standing between her legs. After she made sure that my hands rest on the desk on each side of her, she sits back up on her desk and leans backwards. This position is making me stand really close against her and if I move my head only a few inches it will be right between her breasts. Damn, I want to bury my head between them. They sure look inviting from here.

"I think you should start here." She tells me while pointing to her neck and leans her head back to give me full access. Not wasting anymore time I lean straight into her and start to kiss her neck, working my way up to her ear. I lean my crotch against her to get some kind of much needed friction hoping it will satisfy my aching cock a little. She feels warm and soft and I can't stop my hips from moving rhythmic against her.

When I reach her ear I lick the soft spot under her earlobe and I'm rewarded with a soft moan coming from her. Fueled by it, I grab her earlobe between my teeth and bite softly followed by sucking it between my lips. I trace the outline with my tongue and continue my path on her ear shell. When I reach the end, I make a trail of kisses beside her ear towards her collarbone and than return back to her ear to do the same thing again.

Her breathing is becoming more labored and she pushes her breasts against me. I want to grab them. I want to grab her. I want to touch her everywhere but I don't know if I'm allowed. She's the one that made my hands stay flat on the desk and I don't know if this is a rule. To avoid temptation I push against the desk as hard as I can.

She grabs my head and is kneading my scalp softly while I hear her panting in my ear. Fuck, that's hot! Her head is now thrown back and she forces me to het other side. I make my way to her other ear, leaving a trail of kisses on her neck and start with the same routine of liking and biting.

I'm just working my way back to her ear when she grabs my hair forcefully and pulls me back.

"Stop!"

She pushes me back by my shoulders and I must look really confused now. Is this not what she wanted? Didn't I do it right?

"Get on your knees baby. That's how a proper apology works." She tells me softly while she pulls on leg up on my shoulder to push me down.

I sit down obediently while I'm still contemplating if I did it wrong. I thought she liked it. Was it to much?

"My leg is feeling left out and I want to feel your tongue everywhere."

I take a deep breath and let her words sink in. Everywhere? Everywhere! I get to touch her everywhere!

I waste no time in grabbing her calf and I start to kiss her ankle. I feel her eyes watching me and it's only turning me on more. She wants to see me do this! When I reach her knee, I move a little more forward for a better position and use my tongue to reach the soft tissue on the underside of it.

I hear her starting to pant again and I lick the inner side of her thigh, slowly making my way up to the one place I want to be right now. I can smell her arousal already and I need to pace myself to not just jump forward to get there.

I use my hands to rub her thigh and keep kissing my way up. I'm getting closer and closer and close my eyes to take in the feeling of her body. Her skin is soft and smooth and I want to be able to remember this.

"Stop!" she pulls me back by my hair and I sit back on my heels. I really didn't want to stop but at the same time, I want to know what's next.

She takes her leg from my shoulder and I use all my strength to not throw it right back there.

She pulls her other leg up to lean it on my other shoulder and I start to give it the same treatment. I kiss and lick at every spot possible and use my hands to stroke her thigh.

"Mmm, that feels good." She purrs and grabs my head again. I feel her playing with my hair, softly kneading my scalp and I close my eyes to take in this feeling. I moan against her thigh while I keep kissing and licking it.

When I'm getting close to her vagina, I brace myself. I really don't want her to stop me but I know she will. I close my eyes and wait for the moment she pulls me back while I'm trying to enjoy the feeling from her skin on my tongue.

I reach her panties and take long strokes on the side of it. I'm following the outline with my tongue while I'm trying to push it aside.

When she doesn't stop me I make my strokes more deliberate, pushing a little harder and she moans louder in return.

I look up at her, silently asking for her permission to go further and what I see is almost my undoing. Her eyes are full of passion and lust while her mouth is slightly open. She licks her lips and I take that as my answer. I lick the length of her vagina over her panties. I really want to take them off but I'm afraid that it will stop her again.

I smell her arousal and take a deep breath. Her thong is soaked and I close my eyes to take in the scent and taste of her. I keep making long strokes while putting more pressure with each one I make.

Her head is thrown back now and her back is arched, pushing her breast forward and I watch them bounce in her bra from her short pants. Fuck! She sounds so hot and my cock is throbbing painfully in my pants. It starts to really hurt and since she isn't looking I decide to take some action on it.

I grab my belt and pull it loose. Then I unbutton my pants and push it together with my boxer briefs down quickly, freeing my cock. Fuck that feels good!

I'm tempted to stroke myself, giving myself a release but I'm scared she will stop it altogether. That she will punish me for it and throws me out of her office. I feel the precum dripping down my shaft and I really hope she will let me come inside of her. If she doesn't, then I just have to use this as a memory to jerk off, I guess that's the next best thing.

I look back up again and sitting between her legs gives me a beautiful view. Her legs are spread out and she holding them up by her own strength now. I grab them both and put them on my shoulders and use my hands to grab her hips while I start to make soft short strokes on her clit.

She grabs my hair hard and pushes my head harder against her. Her hips start to move, fucking my mouth and I let out a moan against her clit to let her know that I want her to continue, that I don't want her to stop. I want her to use me for her pleasure and I want her to get lost in it.

"Ahhh"

Her head is thrown back while she starts to fuck my mouth harder and harder. I put more pressure in my strokes, licking her clit fast and hard and I feel her pulling my hair. Fuck, this is so fucking hot. I dig my fingers in her thighs and I feel she's close now. Her breathing is hard and fast and her moans are getting higher with each lick I take.

I look up and watch her tits bounce and I know its wishful thinking but I would really like to fuck them, to have my cock stroking between them. Fuck Grey, don't even think about it!

Ana lifts her head to look at me, watching my head between her legs and I start to give her clit really fast hard flicks with my tongue using all the pressure I can put in to it.

"Ahhhhhh.. Fuck..."

Her head falls back again and I feel her body stiffen.

"Aaagghhhh" her orgasm ripples through her and I decide not to waste any time. I'm not giving her time to think here and I'm not waiting any longer, not anymore. I need my own relieve and I'm making that happen. I want to cum inside of her and she's not going to stop me.

I stand up quickly and grab both her legs, pushing them around me. I lean over her and take her face between my hands. She's still panting, eyes closed and her mouth is hanging slightly open and I'm using it. I force my tongue in her mouth, kissing her forcefully and after a few seconds of hesitation I'm rewarded with a moan and she starts to kiss me back.

I let go of her head and take both her hands to put them above her head, grabbing them with one hand. I don't know if she's realizing what I'm doing but she doesn't react. I'm still kissing her when I let my free hand tracing her body to her panties and when I reach them, I rip them off.

She grasps in shock and not wanting her to think things through I continue kissing her. When she kisses me back again I push my hand around her waist, grabbing her ass to force her hips in a better angle. I know she's ready, I know she's wet and since I already took my pants down, nothing is stopping it from happening.

I push my cock inside of her pussy as slowly as I can. I feel her wetness and she tightening herself around me and I take in the feeling of arriving in heaven.

"Ahhhh, baby." She pants and I push myself further in.

I'm in her balls deep and Ana arches her back, pushing her breasts against my chest and giving sensual strokes on my tongue. I moan in her mouth and start to move my cock with slow strokes.

I break the kiss and watch her face. Her eyes are closed, het mouth slightly open while giving soft moans of pleasure. I stroke her cheek and she opens her eyes looking straight in to mine.

I start to move a little faster and harder and I watch her eyes full of lust, begging for more.

She closes them again and leans her head further back. I start to kiss her ear while grunting and moaning with each stroke getting lost in the feeling of her body wrapped around mine.

She's digging her heels in my ass trying to make me go harder and faster.

"Baby, please." She begs between her moans.

"What do you want baby. Just tell me." I say while sucking and biting her earlobe.

"More, I want more. Please."

I let go of her hands and stand back up. Grabbing her hips I slam my cock inside of her, over and over again, using as much force as I can.

"Is. This. What. You. Want." I grunt at her.

"Yes! Yes!

"Ahhhh"

"Don't stop!"

"Please don't stop."

I watch her squirm on her desk and I feel her trying to move her hips to meet my strokes. I dig my fingers in her hips and I feel I'm close. Fuck, I'm not going to last long like this.

"Fuck!"

I feel her tightening around me, clinching herself on my dick and I throw my head back trying to keep my orgasm at bay.

"Ahhhhhh" I feel her orgasm ripple through her, her body shacking uncontrollable in my hands. I look back and watch her riding it out while screaming my name.

"Christian!"

"Christian!"

"Ana!"

ANA POV

I throw the file back on the table and look at the stack of files next to it. Which one should I get next? I have been trying to focus for the last hour but I can't. I keep getting distracted and I blame the man sitting beside me. I don't know why but for some reason he got inside my head and he just won't leave.

I look to where he's sitting and smile. Yeah, he does look adorable like that. He's leaning back on the couch, his face pointed to the ceiling, eyes closed and slightly snoring. I found him like that when I left the bathroom. Normally; I would get angry, throw a fit and fire the jackass that fell asleep on the job. But again, that is normally. I don't know what's wrong with me but this time, this time I just found it cute and I caught myself in wanting to be quiet to let him sleep. I even turned off the sound from my phone. Fuck, again; what's wrong with me?

I shouldn't be bothered. I shouldn't care. Hell, I never cared for an employee before so why the hell am I trying to take care of him. Damn it!

Although; he does look really cute like this. I bet it will feel really comfortable to just put my head on his chest and snuggle against him, to feel and hear his heartbeat and fall asleep on it. Yes, that would not make me a creep at all. Nope, he won't find you weird when he wakes up and finds you in his lap. He will just think its normal and not freak out on you.

I shake my head. How can someone get to me like that? I promised to never go there again and now I am sitting here having these stupid thoughts about an employee. I really need to find a way to stop it all.

I think back to the events of today. It sure was unexpected. I did expect a conversation between the two of us about his fit in my office but I didn't thought it would go the way it went. Before he got here, I had my whole speech ready about me being the boss and him putting his ass back in line. I had it all figured out about keeping distance between me and him by giving it to him the hard way. Making sure to set up boundaries and most of all, making sure that he would see me as a bitch of a boss and keeping his distance like he should.

I know it's stupid and not really possible for the position he's hired for but with the rate my thoughts are flying through my head, I needed it. I still need it but it feels wrong. I want him here and I like having him around. I just can't push him away like I should. I thought I could berate him and lecture him on crossing lines and I convinced myself it was the right thing to do but then he came here to apologize and I just couldn't do it. I couldn't tell him all that.

He stood here radiating guild off of him and I felt really bad. All I could think of was to comfort him, take care of him. I know he's not to blame for it but still; damn him! Why does he have to look so good? Why does he have to get to me like that? I'm his fucking boss for Christ's sake.

I sigh. I know I shouldn't do this but since he's asleep, I think I can get away with it. It's not like he will know, right? I lean back and take a moment to study him. He really is handsome. Maybe I should change his contract. State that he's not allowed to shave himself anymore. Or that he can't come in the office unless he has an ugly pimple on his face. Yeah, like that will solve it. Like that will stop my reeling mind. And how will that help him? Isn't he insecure enough?

That's the biggest thought that's consuming me. How can a man like him be so insecure? How can he not see that he's more then capable? That he's smart? That he's beautiful? That he's wanted? I just don't get it. I know that there are at least two women on the management team that would want to take him home. That they would love to drag a man like him to their bedroom to live out their fantasies. Does he not know that?

And why the hell is his father playing this stupid cat and mouse game? Why the fuck is he playing his son like that? What could Christian possibly have done to deserve that treatment? Did he do anything at all? I know how families can fall apart, I'm living in one but still, what can justify a father's behavior like that? Christian looked completely broken when I told him about the conversation between Carrick and me and when I mentioned that his past came up he almost broke down.

My curiosity has peeked but I swallowed all my questions. I felt so bad for Christian that I just wanted him to feel better. That's why I ordered lunch. I thought it would make him loosen up a little. That it would put his fathers visit on the backseat and he could move on from it.

I stifle a laugh when I think about him eating with chopsticks. Damn, that was funny. His big hand trying to control two chopsticks and failing miserably. Well, I can't see that I minded helping him. He was laughing and joking so I thought I succeeded in my mission until we dropped that plate. He went straight into panic mode again. Why? It was just an accident. It's not like anyone got killed. Yeah, it ruined my new suit but it's just that, a suit.

I look at his face again and I shake my head, I really need to get back to work and stop gawking at the man like he's a piece op meat. A nice piece of meat, that's for sure. But still, I can't do this.

I look back at the stack off files and contemplate which one I should get next. I hear a soft moan next to me and look back at Christian. He has a small smile on his lips and I watch how he grabs a pillow from the coach and puts it in his lap.

What is he dreaming about? He's smiling so it must be good. It would be nice if it was about me, if I was the one that made him smile like that but I know that's ridiculous. He wouldn't dream about me. Why would he? I'm just his boss.

I grab a file from the stack and look over it. I have taken pen and paper to write down questions for Christian for when he's awake again. How long will he sleep? He did looked really tired when he came in my office and judging by the way he struggled with his words, my guess is that he would be sleeping a long time.

I sigh. I really need to start doing some work. But when i think about it; i can always work. How many changes do I have to gawk at this man so freely? No! work! I need to work.

I look over the finances from the last three months and I'm trying really hard not to curse out loud. This is screwing my plans and I really wished that everything was in order. Fuck! This means that I won't succeed with this take-over the way I wanted it.

Seattle is the place I was born, the place I live and the place where the headquarters from my company are based at and why the fuck can't I have my own publishing house here. Publishing is my passion; it's what I'm mostly interested in. I had a chance in buying a publishing house when I first got to Seattle and managed to screw that one up with one phone call. This is my second change and by the look of it, I won't be getting it any time soon. Fucking hell!

I lean back on the couch and look up at the ceiling. It has been my drive for the past years to have my own publishing house here. I really want to get back at Raider for taking my first opportunity away. He bought that house with information he shouldn't have had and I want it back. For the last few years, I have worked really hard on a plan to make him go bankrupt.

I would be buying my way in through another publishing house, making it the biggest competitor in Seattle. I would be making sure that all the good writers would sign with me, steal them away from him by giving them the better deals and take the upper hand. By doing that, Raider would loose them all. Publishing is a small world and when they start to talk about it, they would come freely to me. If Raider looses his writers, he would be losing money and it will only be a matter of time before they are out of business.

It might take time to get them to go bankrupt but that would have been fine with me. To watch his company drown slowly would give me more then enough pleasure. I know it's cruel for the people that work there but if Raider is going down, it means that my company could grow and I could hire them. But now, there is another hitch in my plan. The company that I can buy this time isn't following the books.

I could start from scratch. Start a company from nothing and use other publishing houses that I own as the leading company but I don't want that. Seattle has several publishing houses already and it would cost me more money then I want to spend to create a new one. Guess my plan needs to wait longer.

I sigh. I really wanted this to work out. Maybe it's not so bad and it can be solved quickly. Maybe it's all a mistake and there's nothing wrong. I smirk, yeah with the luck I'm having lately, that company is screwed. They're most likely in mayor debts and want me to pay for it. Maybe starting a new publishing house won't be so bad after all.

I feel movement besides me and hear Christian mumbling. I look at him and see him getting more restless by the second. He grabs the pillow on his lap and starts to fist it really hard, making his knuckles turn white while shaking his head from side to side.

"Aarghhh" he screams and I'm sitting frozen in my place. Fuck! He's having a nightmare.

I look around the office although I'm not sure for what. What am I supposed to do? Looking back at Christian I see he's starting to sweat and he's gripping the pillow with so much force that I wonder why it isn't torn yet.

I sit up on my knees and grab both his shoulders and shake him gently.

"Christian."

"Christian"

"Ana" and he opens his eyes. He sits up straight and his breathing is harsh. Fuck, some nightmare.

"Christian, you're okay. You had a nightmare but you're okay." I tell him softly while I'm still holding his shoulders.

He leans back on the couch while looking frantically around him.

"Christian. You're okay. You're safe." I keep repeating hoping he will calm down.

He turns his head towards me and looks me over from head to toe. I frown. What is he searching for?

And then it hits me.

"Christian, it's me, Ana. I couldn't save that suit so I had to change." I tell him. I couldn't get the sauce from my suit so I had to change in a different outfit. I'm wearing black leather pants, red blouse and spiked heels. Not really the outfit I would opt for while in the office but it was the only one I had in the bathroom. Not wanting to go around the office naked I decided to wear it.

"What..." he starts but doesn't finish.

"You fell asleep. When I came from the bathroom you were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you."

"I fell asleep" he states more to himself then to me.

"Yes. It's okay. I read almost every file and I wrote the questions I had about it down for you."

"I fell asleep." He repeats as if he can't believe it.

"Christian, its okay." I tell him while sitting back down and putting my hand on his knee.

He leans forward and drops his head in his hands.

"Oh god, I fell asleep." He growls.

"Yes, you did but its okay. You looked really tired so I guess you needed it." I tell him honestly hoping he will relax a little.

He looks back up at me with a look of shock and I still see the sweat on his forehead.

"Hey, it's okay." I lean forward and put my hand on his cheek. "You probably needed it and I'm sorry you had a nightmare." I say softly and I see his eyes turning into disbelieve.

"A nightmare?" I had a nightmare?"

"Yes, that's why I woke you up. You were having a nightmare. It's okay, you're awake now."

"A nightmare."

"Yes." Does he not remember?

We both lean back in the couch while we are silently contemplating our own thoughts. Does he not remember his nightmare? By the way he looked at me I think he doesn't. That's weird. I remember mine. I always do. I wish I didn't but some things stay stuck in your head. They keep repeating themselves over and over again until you can't take it anymore and wake up screaming. That's why I don't like to sleep because when your brain is completely relaxed the painful memories will hit you the hardest and they I can't remember a night that I didn't woke up screaming.

I don't know how long we sit in this silence but I decide to break it. It's getting late and it's getting uncomfortable now and if we sit any longer like this; I might end up doing things I shouldn't do.

"Christian?"

"Uhum. Yes."

"Do you want to take a shower?" I ask and I hear a gasp next to me. Fuck! That came out wrong!

"I mean, if you want to clean yourself up, you can use my office shower. I'm sure you will feel better afterwards." I explain hoping that I didn't give the wrong message. Would it be wrong?

"Uhm, are you sure?"

I turn to look at him. "Yes, I'm sure. Come, I'll show you where everything is.

I stand up and walk to the bathroom, hoping he will follow and thankfully, he does.

Walking in I grab two towels for him and a washcloth and puts them on the sink.

"Thank you." He tells me softly.

"You're welcome." I smile at him and walk out.

Before I close the door I take on last look back and I see Christian standing with his back towards me. His shirt already taken off and I get a good look of his broad shoulders. My mouth nearly drops open. Damn, he works out! I watch as he starts to unbutton his pants and I turn quickly and close the door behind me. Fuck! I should not have seen that! Why did I do that?

I walk to my desk and sit back in my chair. Damn it! Now I will be thinking about that the whole goddamn time. Fuck! It looked better then I thought it would be. He takes good care of himself to be muscled like that. I lean back and close my eyes. Yeah, he works out a lot and what I saw looked mighty fine. He would have no problem in lifting me up, carrying me around with my legs wrapped around his waist. No! No! No! I can't let my thoughts go there. I can't!

I hear the water running and only a few seconds later, I hear the uneven sounds from the water hitting the floor. That means that he's standing under it. Naked. Yep, he's naked, standing under my shower.

Soaping his fine naked ass under my shower. He's touching his own body under my shower. I could do thar for him. Wash his back if he wants.

Maybe I should make some excuse to walk in. Pretend that I forgot he was there so I can watch some more. I stifle my laugh. Yeah, like you could forget that there's a fine man standing naked in your bathroom. I can't keep my laughter back anymore when I think about me walking in, getting undressed and just stepping in the shower with him like it's the most normal thing to do. How would he react to that? Would he freak out? Would he get angry and sue me? Or would he just take me? I wouldn't object. Would he?

No, stop it! I really need to stop this. I can't keep thinking like this. Fuck! I need to leave. I need to get away from here, out of this office. I need to get away from him because I'm close in doing some very stupid things and I can't let it go that far. I can't do that to him. If I do that, he will probably think the worst of me. He will hate me for it. It will make me the disgusting boss that takes advantage of her employees.

I know that he likes his job and will do almost anything to keep it. He will most likely feel forced to comply. Isn't that making it rape? Fuck no; I'm not that kind of woman.

I grab my cell and throw it in my purse. I take his car keys from my drawer and throw them on the files on the coffee table. He will find them there.

I walk back and grab my jacket and I nearly run out of my office.

"Carly, something came up and I'm leaving. If you need anything you can call my cell. Christian is still in my office, can you tell him I had an emergency." I state while rushing by her desk.

"Okay, Miss Steele." Carly answers and doesn't question me. Good girl because I can't answer.

I wait on the elevator and call David.

"I'm leaving."

"Yes, Miss Steele." Good, another one that doesn't ask questions. Now all I need to do is go home and get my act together. How hard can that be?

CHRISTIAN POV

I stand under the shower feeling completely mortified and embarrassed. How could I have let that happen? A fucking wet dream about my boss while she's sitting right next to me. I should have known that it would be a dream. That it wasn't true but my fantasy won from the reality.

I sigh while I let the water drop on my head. God, she must think the worst of me. I'm sure she knows that it wasn't a nightmare. I smirk, a nightmare? Hell, that was nothing close to a nightmare. Nightmares don't make you feel that good and I should know because I have them every night.

I would replace them by this dream any time just tell me where to sign.

Fuck! I need to get out from the shower and face Ana. God, I can't. I can't look her in her eyes anymore. What will she think? Did I freak her out? Will she fire me now? She didn't look pissed and she forgave my outburst from this morning, but still… Damn it, why do I keep screwing things up. I really like my job and it would break me if I lost it. No, she can't fire me. I will just tell her that I will stay away from her if she wants me too. That I will avoid her at all times and make sure that we are never alone.

No, I don't want that. I like having her around. I like hearing her laugh. If I can't be around her than I won't be able to hear it anymore. Then I won't fee; her sitting next to me anymore. It will me we will never talk freely again like we did with lunch. If that would happen I would be devestated. I want to be around her.

I sigh and lean my head back under the water. Maybe it won't be so bad to face her. She has surprised me before so maybe she will surprise me again. I will just have to get ready, walk in her office and face the consequences. I will need to face her.

I turn the shower off and start to dry myself. Looking around the bathroom I realize that she has showered here too. She uses this place and stood here probably naked. She wore a different outfit when I woke up, did she showered? She did take a long time to leave the bathroom again.

I spot the suit she had on before. It's hanging on a closet door and I see the stain on the pants. Yep, that's where I went wrong again. If she didn't have that sauce on her, she wouldn't have left the office and I wouldn't have fallen asleep. Yes, it's her fault. Period. Should I tell her that?

I get dressed and take one last deep breath before I walk in her office. I look around but she's not here. Where is she? Did she leave? I see the keys from my car lying on the files on the coffee table but there's no sign of Ana. Did I disgust her so much? Oh god, is that why she left?

There is nothing I can do about it now so I organize the files and wait. Maybe she will come back.

After I have reorganized the files for the fifth time and looked over the questions that Ana had written down for me I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in." and Carly walks in.

"Mister Grey, Miss Steele had an emergency and had to leave. She told me to give you the message that if there was anything important, you can reach her on her cell." She tells me and I nod.

She left? She really left. I lean back on the couch and frown. Did she really had an emergency or is she avoiding me? Does this mean I still have my job? I guess so. Carly didn't say I was fired.

I let out a frustrated growl. Fuck! I need to stop making a fool of myself!

I grab the paperwork and the car keys and make my way back to my office. It's already later then I thought and playing with the keys in my hand I decide to make an early leave. I want to drive this car and I'm going to drive it now.

"Marsha, I'm leaving for today. I'll see you tomorrow." I say when I pass her reception desk to the elevator.

"Good night, Mister Grey." She smiles at me and I step inside of the car.

When I reach my car I take a moment to look at it. It's really a beautiful car. I like the color of it; grey.

I smirk. Did they choose it because of my last name? Or is it coincidence? Either way, I don't care. They could have chosen red for me and I would still love that car. It's an Audi and it's brand new. And it's all mine!

I get in the car and adjust the seat and mirrors so I sit perfectly and can see everything. When I'm done I take the key and put it in the ignition. Let's see how easy a car can start.

I turn the key and the engine comes to live immediately. Wow, it sounds good. I close my eyes and listen to the rhythmic purring from the engine. Yeah baby, let's take you for a long drive.

I don't know where I'm driving to, I don't have a destination in mind but I'm going to drive and just follow the road to the unknown. I want to feel free right now and driving this baby will do that for me. I don't want to think about my past anymore. I don't want to think about my screw ups anymore and most of all; I can't let myself think about Ana anymore. I need to free my mind from her. I need to stop lusting after my boss and move on. I need to be free from myself. Even if it will only be for a short moment. I need it.