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Chapter 10

I blink at Andy warily while I take a few seconds to audition a couple of possible reactions. I decide to shoot for somewhere between innocence and bafflement.

"Sorry Andy, you've lost me there". I throw both hands up and widen my eyes in an attempt to lend some credibility to my response.

Andy laughs softly and shakes his head. "I've seen the way the guy follows you around, he's so smitten he barely lets you out of his sight. I even saw you arrive together this morning for fuck's sake. But don't worry, I won't say anything," he taps his nose and winks conspiratorially.

I stare at him aghast. Oh crap, he thinks I'm with Sawyer.

"No need to say anything else, I get it. It's none of my business. Just be careful ok? If Grey finds out the guy he's paying big bucks to keep him safe and secure doesn't have his mind completely on the job, he won't even draw a breath before he fires his ass. And where would that leave you huh?" He smiles at me and shakes his head slowly. "Yeah I get it's exciting sneaking around, but if you both suddenly find yourselves on the sidewalk and not able to pay the bills, that's really gonna take the edge off of any love affair. Just saying, that's all".

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I promised I wouldn't lie. "Look Andy…it's…it's not what it looks like, really. You don't need to worry about me. I want you to know I really appreciate your discretion. I won't forget that. I would hate for the other guys to be gossiping about me".

Andy laughs out loud and scrubs his fingers over his face. "You're funny Ana – you really are oblivious to it aren't you?"

I am genuinely baffled now. What? "Excuse me?"

"Darcy is torn somewhere between wanting to bask in your reflected glory and wanting to gouge your eyes out because of the way you upstage her at every turn – unintentionally though, I might add. She had you pegged as her main competitor as soon as she saw you. She was even speculating yesterday that you're some sort of plant for GEH, tasked with reporting back on us all, not an intern at all. She reckoned your defunct security pass was just a ruse so that you could sneak away. Anything, absolutely anything to make us eye you with suspicion. Crazy. Meanwhile Dex is like a sad little puppy."

He puts both hands on his head and relaxes back into his seat. "You know, I had to smile to myself tonight when he was telling me how you'd nicely given him the brush off. He's been so intent on gazing at you at every opportunity, he completely missed the other guy doing the same. Earlier on in the lobby your guy sprung up on his feet and looked like he was ready to take Dex down just because he got close enough to ask you out. It was just like he'd breached some exclusion zone around you. And Dex didn't even notice. So fucking funny."

I feel nauseous. "Why are you telling me all this?" I whisper.

"I just think you should know, that's all. If it were me, I'd want to know what people were saying about me. You're such an innocent Ana and that bothers me 'cos you're not a player. You remind me of my little sister. I wouldn't like to stand by and see you get chewed up and spat out by someone nastier and more worldly wise than you". He stops and his eyes drift towards the ceiling. "That and the fact that I've been up for more than sixteen hours and I've sunk a few beers. Yeah, could well be that too," he laughs and leans over to pull me into a hug.

"If only you were a guy Ana, this would be a perfect moment" he murmurs against my head.

I pull away shaking my head in disbelief. Oh crap. I don't even need to look to see whose eyes are boring little holes into the side of my head from across the restaurant, but instinctively I look in Christian's direction anyway. His dark eyes are narrowed in fury, glinting at Andy and I in the semi-darkness. Yep, definitely pissed with me.

Andy follows my gaze. "Shit, Grey looks pissed, what's eating him?" He frowns, his eyes appraising me thoughtfully for a moment before he sits up straight in his seat, his eyes wide.

"Fuck! Fuck! No fucking way! Jesus Ana, it's not what it looks like is it?" he hisses, his voice full of incredulity. He puts his fingers to his forehead and shakes his head in disbelief. "That guy actually is your bodyguard isn't he? That's why he follows you every-fucking-where you go. That's why Mr Chief Hotness was just shooting me the daggers for mauling you right then. Shit! I mean…shit!"

I groan and sink my head into my hands. Two days…two days and I'm out. "Please Andy, don't say anything ok?" I plead. "I applied for the job before we started seeing one another. He had nothing to do with my appointment. Nothing". I slowly raise my head and look at him. "Once everyone knows, it will be weird, people will treat me differently and I don't want that. I know it's a lot to ask, but it would mean a lot".

Andy eyes me speculatively, his head still shaking slowly. After a few moments he chuckles and smacks the table emphatically. "Wow, just wow. Of course I can keep my mouth shut, it's none of my fucking business who you're f…er seeing". He flushes and tips me a sly wink.

"I guess that's just the sort of comment you were hoping to avoid right?"

"Yes, exactly the sort of comment I was hoping to avoid," I reply dryly. "I guess people will know sooner or later, but I want people to know me first. This is my first job; I'd like my colleagues to judge me by what I do."

"Yeah and not on who you're doing" he grins slyly as I scowl back at him. "I totally get that. But wow, Mr Grey huh?" he licks his lips. "What's that like?"

"You don't expect me to answer that?" I sigh.

"I guess he's not gay then?"

I laugh. "No, he's definitely not gay".

Andy tilts his beer in my direction and sighs heavily. "Ah well. Still, never mind. You have my word Ana, I won't say a thing. Fuck me, how pissed off is Darcy gonna be when she finds out?" We stare at one another for a moment before our shoulders begin to convulse with suppressed laughter at that tantalizing thought. Already I can feel my anxiety waning. If this is a typical reaction, it's not so bad.

"Share the joke?" Andy stops laughing abruptly at the sight of Christian. His voice is icy cool, his expression guarded. He stands his hands deep in his pockets, the top couple of buttons of his shirt are open and his tie is loosened off revealing a tantalizing glimpse of chest. He looks edible.

I take a deep breath. Ok, time to come clean. "Christian, you've already met Andy. He er guessed about us so I told him. He has kindly consented to keep it to himself for now." I shrug my shoulders and smile at him, willing him to stay calm.

Christian offers his hand to Andy. "I appreciate your doing that Andy. My girlfriend's peace of mind is important to me." He subtly stresses 'my girlfriend'. He is staking a claim. Oh fifty.

Andy stands to shake his hand. "I can appreciate that Sir. I was just saying to Ana right then, if she were a guy this would be a perfect moment" Yeah, message received and understood - he's a clever guy.

Christian's quirks an eyebrow then flashes us both a broad grin, his whole body relaxing. "Oh, I see. It wasn't me who insisted on the secrecy baby. I'd be happy to tell everyone. I don't give a fuck."

I narrow my eyes at Christian. "It was Sawyer that gave me away. I said I wouldn't merge in with a security detail following me around".

Out of the corner of my eye I see Andy wince at my admonishing tone, his eyes screwing up nervously as he looks from Christian to me and back again.

Christian's voice hardens. "Your security is non-negotiable. I need you protected. I need you safe".

He leans against the table and looks at under hooded eyes, an amused smile playing around the corners of his lips. "Come baby, time for bed". Rising gracefully to his feet he treats me to his full on oh-so-sexy smile before sauntering out of the restaurant.

From beside me, I hear Andy's groan: "Fuck! I think I just came in my pants."

Stoically ignoring Andy's lewdness, I bid him goodnight and go in search of Sawyer. Hopefully he will be able to escort me up to Christian's suite without too much fuss. Dex, Darcy, Amanda and Tyler are nowhere to be seen; I guess they must have gone on somewhere else by now. Kaden's mean little eyes are glaring at me from the bar from where he's standing all alone nursing a bottle of beer. What is with his attitude?

I don't have to look very far to find Sawyer. As I leave the restaurant I sense his quiet presence just behind me. Glumly I realize I have been so wrapped up in myself, I have paid little heed to Sawyer and how, inevitably, his constant attention could very easily lead someone to form the wrong impression about the two of us.

As we stand side by side in the elevator, I reflect on Andy's revelations. If his keen observations are correct, nobody else appears to have noticed Sawyer following me around. I only have to get through one more day at the factory then I'll be back at GEH HQ and it will be much easier to merge in. The high level security in the GEH building alleviates the need for Sawyer to trail after me whilst I'm actually in the office.

With a sigh I concede that Darcy is still very much a problem; her instincts were spot on in pinning me as her rival for Christian's affection, although perhaps not in the way she anticipates. Fortunately she does not seem to share Andy's gift of perception. Already she's jealous of me and she has tried to spread malicious rumours. Once the truth is out, her behaviour will only worsen.

Sawyer's hesitant voice interrupts my thoughts. "Forgive me for asking Ma'am, but the gentleman you were talking to towards the end of this evening…Andy I believe?"

I nod. "Yes, that was Andy"

Sawyer eyes me warily as though he's weighing something up in his mind. "I couldn't help but notice, he has observed me in my duties. I…I thought I should warn you Ma'am as you had specifically requested erm covert surveillance."

I smile with relief. "Yes, yes he had noticed you Sawyer. He actually got completely the wrong idea initially".

Sawyer's face flushes slowly red and he gazes at the floor. "I feared as much Ma'am from his manner with me. I was anxious to raise it with you and clear up any misunderstanding before Mr Grey became unduly concerned." Holy crap, why does everyone else seem to notice this stuff going on and not me?

"That's ok Sawyer. I've been forced to confide in him and tell him about my relationship with Mr Grey. He says he will be discrete, but I only met him yesterday, so I have no idea whether he will be true to his word," I shrug hopelessly.

Sawyer nods his head slowly. "He seems an astute sort of guy. He will be keen to stay on the right side of Mr Grey of course. But hey, we will see." We come to a stop outside a door and Sawyer hands me a key card. "There you go Ma'am. Taylor brought your luggage up from the other room earlier on. I will be along in the morning to escort you to work. Good night."

"Good night Sawyer. And thanks". Sawyer acknowledges my smile with a nod and flashes me a rare smile in return. He waits until I am inside before turning on his heel and going wherever he goes. Where the hell does he go? Does he stay in the hotel too? I must remember to ask Christian.

I quickly forget that question as I step into the suite. Christian is leaning against the fireplace, patiently waiting for me. He is barefoot and he has removed his jacket and tie. He looks relaxed and impossibly handsome under the soft lighting. I feel a familiar surge of longing as I gaze at him.

"Ah Miss Steele," he breathes as he stalks towards me, his eyes dark. "There are a number of things I need to discuss with you regarding your behavior this evening". He stops in front of me and looking down through half closed eyes, he strokes the tips of his long fingers up and down my arms. I am taught with anticipation, my breathing shallow.

"Firstly, you refused me tonight. Not once, but twice." I open my mouth to reply and close it again quickly as he raises an eyebrow at me. Ok, not now Steele.

"Secondly, you wear that indecently short dress in public". I look down at the floor. Shit, I knew he'd hate the damn dress.

"Don't you like the dress Christian?" I ask. He grabs my chin and lifts up my face to look at him.

"Oh I like the dress; I like the dress very much Anastasia. Unfortunately, so did every other man in that restaurant tonight." I can hear my heart pumping through my ears. I am almost close enough to him now to touch him now but I resist.

"Thirdly you allowed that boy to put his arms around you." I have to fight the urge to smile.

"That was merely a friendly hug Christian. And as your non-too subtle enquiries elicited, he is not interested in me in that way" I counter.

Christian's eyes narrow and his hand draws me a little closer. Now I can feel his warm breath on my face.

"Nobody touches what's mine Anastasia," he murmurs softly and draws me against him, brushing his lips in the sensitive spot under my ear and along my throat. I release my breath in a low moan.

My fingers find their way to him as I tug at his shirt. My need to touch his naked skin has grown, become a compulsion. I free his shirt from his pants and roam my hands over his back, enjoying the sensation of his bare skin under mine.

Christian closes his eyes briefly then gazes into my eyes, his voice dropping to a hoarse whisper. "Finally you spoke impertinently to me in front of a subordinate. And you know how I feel about that."

I gaze back at him as my hands continue to caress his back and then lower to fondle his deliciously firm ass. Ok, I really need to feel him now. My hungry fingers slip around his waist band seeking the clasp on his pants.

"You seem very eager tonight Miss Steele. And anxious as I am to indulge, there are a number of misdemeanors that I cannot ignore. But here I have something of a quandary for I promised not to punish you. What do would you suggest I do about that?" he asks. The carnal glint in his eyes tells me exactly what he is fishing for. I lurch with longing as I realize what I want too.

Slowly, deliberately I bite my lip, my eyes searching his. "Spank me please, Sir," I murmur.

Christian draws a long, ragged breath and slowly closes his eyes.

"Very well Anastasia." His voice is low and husky. He gazes at me for a moment longer before, in one swift decisive movement, he lifts me and puts me over his shoulder. In just a few strides he carries across the living area and through into the bedroom where he puts me down and stands back to look at me again, his fingers stroking his face thoughtfully.

"Turn around. All the way around. Slowly," he instructs. Confused, I do as he asks. He continues to gaze at me.

"You look so beautiful in that dress Anastasia. Usually I would demand you remove it while I spank you, but it is so short, it is no impediment. I only wish I had spanked you earlier this evening. I would have enjoyed the thought of your barely covered ass glowing a glorious shade of pink throughout the dinner. That really would have whet my appetite."

I blush at his words and try to look away.

"Don't look away Anastasia. It pleases me to see your face". He sits on the bed and crooks a finger at me. "Come".

I take a step towards him but he grabs my hand and pulls me across his lap. He strokes my ass over the soft fabric of the skirt for a few moments before gently lifting it up and resuming the steady stroking over my lace panties.

"Is this what you want Anastasia?" his voice sounds choked with lust.

I mewl softly. I am so filled with longing for him, if he touches me again I fear he will send me over the edge.

"Yes please…Sir" I moan.

"Very well Anastasia. I am going to spank you eight times; that's twice for each misdemeanor. Do you know why I am doing this?"

"Yes Sir. For refusing you at the bar tonight," I gasp as he brings his hand down sharply against my ass then resumes rubbing his hand rhythmically, warming my cheeks.

"And?" his voice is hoarse

He brings his hand down again on my ass. I cannot suppress my moan of unbridled pleasure. How will I withstand another six of these? I am so close.

"For hugging the boy". The sound of another slap resonates around the room and makes my insides clench deliciously. "Oh, Christian" I moan.

"Shh baby, I know. What else?"

My whole body clenches as he brings his hand down again, this time gently pushing my panties down over the curve of my ass. His breathing is shallower now.

"I was cheeky to you in front of an employee, Sir," I moan helplessly as he brings his hand down sharply again. My bare exposed ass is burning now as Christian continues to rub my cheeks, spreading the warmth.

"And?" His voice sounds raw as I feel his hand swiftly strike my ass again.

"The dress. The short dress" I murmur. I am so close now I am struggling to speak coherently.

He brings his hand down against me for the eighth time and I hear a tearing sound as he rips my panties away.

"Good girl Anastasia. Your ass is a most glorious colour. I could look at it all day." His hand moves down inserting two fingers into my core, nudging against my swollen clit with his thumb. "Oh, you are so wet, so swollen, so ready for me. I like that a lot". It is too much. With a gasp, I let go and began to come, pulsing around his fingers.

"Oh baby, I love to feel you come. I need to be inside you."

"Yes, yes" I moan helplessly, convulsing over his lap as I ride out the waves of intense pleasure.

I am half aware of my dress going over my head and flying across the room as he gently lifts me back onto the counterpane. I gaze at him through half opened eyes as I see his shirt, pants and boxers swiftly follow the path of my dress.

He cradles my naked body in his arms, his body covering mine. His lips brush my cheek and around to my ear. "Do you have any idea how much I want you? How I feel about you?" he breathes.

I tilt my hips towards him, moaning helplessly. "Yes…yes I do". My voice sounds husky with need. His hand snakes down my body, cupping my breast. He gazes into my eyes and gently holding the back of my neck, he leans down to kiss me. His tongue licks my bottom lip and dips inside my mouth. I tilt my head to allow him easier access and my tongue strokes his.

Raking my hand into the soft tufts of his hair, I gently pull his head even closer to mine as our kiss deepens. Christian groans into my mouth and slowly pulls away to grab a foil packet from the side of the bed and quickly sheaths up.

I look into his deep, gray eyes. They are burning with desire. ""I am going to take you now. This will be quick baby." Without breaking the gaze, he nudges my thighs wide open with his leg and tilts his hips against me. I can feel his erection pulsing against my clitoris. It is beyond arousing. The thickness of his tip pushes against me and with one small thrust he enters me.

I melt, my aroused state allowing him to sink into me. I wrap my legs around his hips and pull myself upwards from the bed, taking him deeper. "Ahh more Christian" I plead.

Christian chuckles, "Oh yes, I want you to feel me…all of me". I shift slightly and whimper as I feel him move even deeper inside me. I moan loudly, gutturally. "Oh yes, that's it baby, let me hear you. You feel so fucking good". Slowly he rocks his hips back then pushes himself deep inside me again.

Our bodies are pressed closely together, but still I need to be closer to him. "Christian...please, I need you, I need to feel all of you" I groan as I clamp my legs tighter around his hips. He holds my head with one hand and cups my ass with the other, holding me in place to take his deep thrusts that become faster and more urgent, grinding us together. Our faces are inches apart, his eyes alight with lust. I am building again, drowning in sensation.

"Come for me baby". His voice sends me over the edge of the abyss. My body spasms around him and under him as I incoherently cry his name. With a grunt, Christian thrusts twice more and stills, coming hard deep inside me with a deep carnal moan.

"Ahh yes. I love making you come baby. I love you," Christian kisses me tenderly, slowly withdrawing. "Fuck Ana, what you do to me."

I smile serenely at him, feeling utterly sated and happy. Nothing else matters but for this. Even if my secret is out, I don't care while we have this. And he loves me.

Christian smiles back, gently stroking my hair away from my face. "Time for sleep now baby. Much as I would love to take you again right now, I have an early start tomorrow and we both have a very long day."

He pulls his arm around me and I settle against him, my back to his front. I go to sleep with a blissful smile on my face.

I am wakened by a shaft of light across my face. I reach across for Christian, but he's already up. Groaning, I shuffle up onto one elbow and peer around the bedroom. With a wry smile I spy my five thousand dollar dress pooled on the floor by the window and the scant remains of my designer lace panties nearby.

Just then the door opens and Christian saunters in. He's already dressed in a dark grey suit and white shirt and looks like a hotshot CEO.

"Morning baby," he leans over and kisses me gently. "I left you sleeping as long as I could, but you need to get up now. I have a breakfast meeting in the suite and I really don't want my guest to catch sight of my hot sexy girlfriend undressed," he says with a salacious grin. "That's a sight just for me".

I frown. "Someone's coming here?" I sit up suddenly. "Shit, who?"

Christian chuckles. "Only old man Seaton. We have a few things to iron out and he's heading off to the Caymen Islands for some family get together this morning so we had to meet first thing. It's ok, you won't see him again after today, I'm keeping to our deal. I just want you to be properly attired, not give the old guy a heart attack". He smirks, "Not before he's signed on the dotted line anyway."

"Christian!" I scold as I throw back the covers. "I guess I'd better go and make myself decent".

Christian's eyes darken. "Mmm. I'd like to make you positively indecent again Anastasia" he grins as he stalks me into the bathroom.

One long shower and an orgasm later, I stand and appraise the clothes neatly hanging in the closet. Did Taylor hang my clothes too? Will I ever get used to this? I would prefer to wear a pantsuit today, but in deference to Christian's kinky wishes, I select another chic fitted linen dress and jacket and begin to get ready.

As I finish running a comb through my hair I hear the murmur of voices from the room next door signaling the arrival of Mr Seaton for his meeting. I take a deep breath and fix my face into a smile as I open the door and head into the living area.

but as I step through the door, my stomach lurches horribly with trepidation. Christian is standing next to the breakfast table with two people. One is Mr Seaton. This other is his grand daughter, Isobel.