APOV

I walk out and into the main room only to stop dead in my tracks, gasping.

"Anastasia?" His deep sexy voice asks, unbelieving.

Christian is standing in the room, looking at me in surprise. I'm not sure if he's even realized I'm the maid because he's grinning. Why is he here? What is he doing here? I glance at the bitch-troll who is sitting with a smug smile on her face, like she got me. She did this. Why? I look back at Christian, god he's beautiful.

"Hi." I squeak.

"You're here." He sounds relieved.

I nod. "Mm-hm."

He finally notices my outfit and frowns.

"Why are you wearing that?"

"This is why I called you, darling." The bitch-troll says to Christian as she stands from her chair and walks over to him. "The women you thought was a guest on this floor, is the maid on this floor."

"Is this true?" Christian asks me.

"Yes." I finally admit.

"You lied to me?" He glares at me and I can hear the anger in his tone, as I expected him to be.

"I didn't lie. I-"

"You didn't tell me the truth." His anger still there as he interrupts me.

"I know." I say looking down, not able to look at him.

"I don't understand." He says sounding confused but I don't look up or explain.

"What don't you understand, darling." The bitch-troll says. "She's the maid." She sneers.

I can't stand being in the room any longer.

Ashamed, I keep my head down and rush to the door just as Kate comes in with more towels, gasping at the scene. I hurry passed her and speed walk my way to the staff elevator, no longer able to be on this floor. I'm going to tell Ms. Williams what I've done before anymore trouble can be caused by what I've done. I should have told Mr. Grey that I was his housekeeper when he saw me. I shouldn't have changed out of my uniform with ten minutes left of my shift. I should have-

"Anastasia!" Christian calls after me.

I don't stop, I just hurry to the elevator, but I hear him following me so I look over my shoulder to see him sprinting after me but I continue walking away. I don't want him to see the tears I know will fall. I'm so ashamed of what I've done.

"Anastasia, wait." He grabs my arm, stopping me from calling the staff elevator.

"What?" I face him in the hallway near the staff elevator.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you play me? Was this some sort of game, 'get the guests'?"

"No. I didn't come onto you, Christian - Mr. Grey." I correct myself. "You came onto me. You asked me out. I tried not to see you again, after our date if you recall. And you are the one who asked me out, you are the one who begged me to attend the gala with you. I didn't plan for this to happen. It just did. It all started when you came looking for your maid. My friend Kate didn't want me to get into trouble since I was out of uniform and technically I was still on duty for another 10 minutes. I didn't expect to be needed so I changed into my workout clothes while I waited for my friend to finish cleaning her suite."

"Why did you lie to me?"

"I didn't lie, I just let you assume. I never told you or corrected you that I wasn't a guest here. I understand that's still a lie but-"

"Don't be a fool, darling." The bitch-troll says, sweetly, interrupting me when she comes out of the suite. "She's after your money, Christian."

"If she was after his money wouldn't she be the one chasing him?" Kate comes to my rescue.

"Let's be honest here , Chr- Mr. Grey." I correct myself again before I can call him by his given name. I've lost the right to. "Do really think you would have given me a second look if you knew I was the maid?"

"You don't know that."

"I do. Mr. Grey, the first time you saw me, I was on the floor in your suite, only you didn't see me. I can understand why. Maid's are paid to be invisible, so you never gave me a second look when I was in your suite, but you sure did when you thought I had money, that I was a guest in the penthouse suite instead of the maid for the penthouse suite."

"Anastasia." He shakes his head. "Why didn't you just tell me who you were?"

"I tried. Really, I did. And every time you called me Ms. Lambert, I felt so guilty that I was lying to you. But the truth is, there was a part of me that wanted to see what it felt like to have someone like you, look at me the way you did, just once. And when you did... it felt... phenomenal. I know it was wrong and I tried to stay away, I really did, but you kept insisting. And then... that night after the gala..." I look down, unable to look at him. "I tried to tell you the truth before it went too far, but then we made love and I didn't know how I was going to let you go, but I knew I had to. I knew I couldn't keep you and I knew you would never want to be with me if you knew. So I left. I left and never told you the truth. I'm sorry." I whisper and quickly turn around so I don't cry in front of him.

I have nothing else I can say other then I'm sorry. I'm sorry I lied. I'm sorry I never told him the truth. ... I'm sorry I fell in love.

When I turn I see Kate looking on sadly and the bitch-troll smiling a tight smug smile.

I finally call the staff elevator and step on when it arrives then turn around, pushing the button for the housekeepers area so that it will take me down to my own personal hell. I risk a look at Christian with tears in my eyes. He looks like he's in agonizing pain, like someone ripped his heart from his chest, reflecting how I feel inside.

"Anastasia." He says as the doors start to close.

"Christian." I say as a tear escapes, running down my cheek.

Just before the doors close, Christian stops them from closing completely and opens them again, getting on the elevator with me. I'm not sure why but then he grabs me, pulling me closer to him and kisses me like his life depended on it. I can't believe it! I kiss him back with just as much passion, wrapping my arms around his neck as he wraps his around my waist, holding me close.

"What the fuck?!" I hear the bitch-troll screech. Seems she unintentionally brought us together. Stupid bitch-troll! I should thank her.

"Go, Ana!" Kate cheers, happy for me. I'm sure she'll be on the phone with José in a matter of seconds to tell him the news.

Then the doors close and we really start kissing more passionately than before, if that's even possible. It's a desperate kiss. A wanting, longing, I missed you like crazy, kiss. We're all tongue, hands, teeth clashing but we pull away when the elevator arrives at it's destination. We're still wrapped in each other's arms, panting as we hold each other in the staff elevator of the Heathman Hotel and look into each others eyes with the love we share.

"Let's start over." Christian suggests. "No lies, no secrets, you as you, me as me."

"Anastasia Steele, housekeeping."

"Christian Grey, BDSM Dominant."

End of APOV

A/N: That's the story.

No epilogue as we all know how it will turn out. (Bitch-troll is outted, Sawyer ends up her CPO, they get married, have babies, and live happily every after.) This was just a short story based off of Maid in Manhattan with Fifty Shades of Grey characters, & I hope you enjoyed it!

The next few chapters are this story from Christian's point of view.