Here we go. I know we all loved drugged Ana, but, the morning after's gotta come sometime, and I know I keep saying it, but thanks so much for all the kind words and feedback. It's unbelievable.

Christian

"Hey, Grey, hope you get this message," Lena McGoverns dry voice came through his blackberry, "listen, our little genius, added an ingredient to that cocktail to boost libido. So, well, forewarned is forearmed and all that shit...uh, hold on...Yeah, I'll have two Big Macs, the largest coffee you've got and a Diet Coke...So anyway...Good Luck. I have a feeling you're gonna need...Dammit, stop whinin' you little fucker, you can pick the damn sesame seeds off or go the fuck hungry...Okay, well like I said if you need anything, just give me a buzz."

"Well, damn." Grey threw his blackberry on the desk in front of him. That explained a hell of a lot. He'd managed to push off the couple of meetings, he had this morning, and was attempting to work from home, but between his exhaustion and his mind still in a whirl about what to do with the woman in his bed...

Before he registered what he was doing, he found himself back in his bedroom, staring down at the woman who had turned his life on it's head in a matter of hours. Fuck, he needed sleep, and again his body moved without consulting his brain. He stretched out on the bed, just a few minutes to shut his eyes, then he'd go call his attorney, and figure out what the fuck to do next.

Ana

She came awake to the most delicious smell, and the most god awful taste in her mouth. Opening her eyes, the first thing she registered was a silky head of hair, sharing her pillow. Holy Fucking Moly, she bolted upright and instantly regretted it. Her head swimming and her stomach rolling, "Oh, God, what's wrong with me?" She'd had the flu before, it didn't feel like this...

"You were drugged." the softly spoken words might as well have been a shout. Startling her into spinning around which was a really bad idea, as it took the room a good ten seconds to catch up with her. When her eyes were able to focus, she found herself looking at the most beautiful man...wait a minute, why did that line sound so familiar in her head, "Adonis."the whisper slipped out.

The gorgeous man sharing her bed, or more likely his bed, smiled, "Christian will do."

"Oh, right.." she murmured, as memories started to assail her. The interview...the club....the orgasm..."

"OH" Ana 's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes going wide..

"Now, Miss Steele..." Adonis began speaking in the tone one used when talking hysterical people down from ledges. He was dead on. Ana jumped from the bed, looking around wildly for somewhere to hide. There - the bathroom. Perfect. She had to pee anyway. She flung the door open and shoved it closed behind her. Leaning her back against it, her eyes closed, she took a few deep breaths to quiet the nausea, and opened her eyes, and...oh.. well,.. fuck!

She was in the closet.

It was a nice closet. She noted. Her eyes taking in the dark wood custom cabinetry, and the brushed nickel chandelier. Yes, very nice. Sliding down the door, till her butt met the soft, plush carpet, she decided she could spend the rest of her life in this closet; taking another deep breath... it even smelled good.

"Miss Steele?" the soft, and dammit, amused voice called through the door, "the bathroom is the door to your right. Your clothes have been cleaned, you'll find them on the vanity, as well as anything else you require. Please enjoy the shower...or bath if you prefer. Then we can talk about last night."

A few moments of silence, then "Miss Steele, please answer, so I know you're alright."

Suppressing the hysterical giggle threatening to well up, "Yes, yes, I'm..." not alright, that lie was too big to get out of her throat "Yes, fine. that sounds..yes. okay..." God, she sounded like a babbling idiot. She took another deep breath, afraid to ask the question foremost in her mind, "Um, did anything,...you know...happen?"

"No." was that amusement again, yes, yes, she believed it was, "Not what you're thinking anyway, as I said you were drugged."

"Drugged, but..."

"Miss Steele we'll discuss it after you've refreshed yourself, would you like coffee."

"Do you have tea?" She asked, while sitting on the floor of a billionaires gucci-gucci closet, in clothes that weren't hers, after a night at a sex club where said billionaire had dry humped her to orgasm against the wall. Oh, Holy Lord. She'd been drugged, was she hallucinating, still out of it maybe? She pinched herself. No, dammit, that hurt.

"What kind would you like?"

What what were they talking about...tea.."Oh, whatever you have..."

"What would you like?" He interrupted her. Impatience? Really? Okay, fine, she could pull off demanding bitch.

"Twinning's. English Breakfast. Bag. Out." She spat out staccato, and she was an adult so she didn't blow a raspberry, but as he couldn't see her cross her eyes and stick out her tongue...

Soft male laughter somehow flowed through the closet door and down her spine, "Then Twinning's English Breakfast it will be. Take your time, Miss Steele. You're safe here."

Could you fall in love with a shower? Yes, yes you could. Ana leaned back against the tile wall while heavy droplets of water kissed her skin. After washing with the most delectable body wash twice, just so she could feel the rich suds sliding from her body, she shampooed and conditioned her hair, again twice. And it was with a heavy sigh of regret that she stepped form the shower to the...she couldn't hold in her little groan, heated marble floor. Yep, she'd found her soul-mate, and while the closet was nice, and she'd always cherish the memories of the plush carpet under her butt, it couldn't compare with the heated tile beneath her feet, this was true love.

Then she caught her pasty, blood-shot refection in the mirror, and that quick, the honeymoon was over. Reality, bitsh that she was, crashed the party. Images of the night before flashed across her mind, but nothing made sense. Everything after the orgasm, was a fuzzy and disjointed. Oh god, everything after the orgasm was fuzzy and disjointed. The orgasm given to her by a stranger in a sex club. Oh, holy shit, she couldn't breathe. She sat down on the toilet and put her head between her knees. "Look at your feet." she heard Jose's voice in her head. He could always see her panic attacks coming and, he was right, looking at her feet, as crazy as it sounded, usually did the trick. Oh God, her head flew up, the room spun, Jose and Katewould be beside themselves, and it was this thought that got her up off the toilet, dressed and striding out to face...whatever the hell was out there.

What was out there was space, lots and lots of space, with expensive, tasteful, impressive... everything, Holy Moses, she was out of her league. Reminding herself that gaping like a five year old at Disneyland was gauche. She entered the great-room, her eyes taking in the white leather furniture, the glass hearth, the grand piano in the corner. Geez, a grand piano in the corner. The place was big, and cold. She rubbed her arms against the sudden chill, and walked over to the hearth, the fire while gas, still warmed her. She stared into the flames and tried to pierce the fog in her head..last night...

"Did you enjoy your shower?"

She shrieked, and jumped about a foot in the air, spinning at the same time, and well, in her condition that was just too ambitious. She felt her body going back, back into the hearth, her arms windmilling, in a futile effort correct her balance. Wildly, she wondered if they'd put "She came before she went" on her tombstone, then she wondered if she was hysterical, then she wondered why she never fell, and then she was being lowered onto that leather couch. And well, that was that. The hysterical laughter that had been threatening finally burst forth. First giggles, it always started that way, then her belly joined the act and the laughter rolled out of her. Heaving painful belly laughs, her head fell back on the couch, and through her tears she saw Adonis's perplexed face staring down at her, and that just set her off more, she fell over holding her ribs, tears streaming down her face. It was just too much. She came before she went, hah! She let the laughter take her. It would be over sooner that way.

"What the hell, man," a gruff male voice, pierced the laughter "I thought you said she was fine?"

"She was..she is"

"Well, it sure as shit doesn't look like it," another voice,"Where the hell is the doctor?"

"He's on the way, but I assure you, she is fine. You can leave."

Ana's belly laugh's faded back to giggles.

"Oh, I don't think so."

"Not likely."

and then her giggles turned to just occasional hiccups.

"Fucking hell, I'm telling you she's fine, she just lost her balance..and then started laughing."

"Well, that doesn't make a damn bit of sense."

"I didn't say it made sense..."

"Did she hit her head?"

"No, I caught her, set her on the couch, she started laughing and you walked in. I'm telling you...

She sat up, on the couch, to see Adonis standing in the foyer arguing with two giants. She knew those giants.

"Stan? Maurice?"All three men turned.

"Hey sweetheart." Stan grinned and came over to her, sitting across from her on what she was sure was a very expensive coffee table.

"There's our girl," Maurice was right behind him. Sitting beside her on the couch, but with enough distance so she didn't feel crowded, his gruff voice, gentle, "How are you feelin' honey?"

"Well, okay I guess," she glanced up at Adonis. Oh shit! He looked pissed, really pissed, his eyes raking over the two men then landing on her. Oh, God she couldn't take this. She was just too...everything. Scooting back into the corner of the couch, she pulled her feet under her. In what she hoped was a casual way.

Maurice's eyes narrowed, and Stan's head shot around, "Cool it, Grey."

Oh hell, that was the wrong thing to say, Grey was going to fucking blow, then she heard a voice, "Adonis, don't be mean to Stan..."

All three men froze, they're eyes locked onto her, the room suddenly filled with expectant silence, and she knew, "I said that last night."

"Yes," Adonis came over and sat on her other side, very close, "do you remember?"

"Not really, it just slipped out, and I got this flash, maybe, someone was yelling, and my head hurt.. but..." she brought her hand up, rubbing her eyes. Her head was throbbing. She felt Grey's hand move behind her, slipping under her hair and rubbing her neck. Oh, yes, that was just, wow...her head dropped forward

"I'm so sorry sweetheart, I feel horrible. It being my club and all."

Her head snapped back up, "Your club."

"Yep, Maurice and I own it." Stan's hazel eyes were warm.

"And I was drugged?" her head dropped again. Adonis was gifted.

"Afraid so."

Ana's mind whirled, then a face settled, blond, blue eyes,oily, and awful colonge that made her sneeze. Her head snapped up, "Stinky."

"Beauty and brains," Maurice grinned at her, "do you like dogs?"

"I love dogs." She couldn't help her smile, he really was a sweet man, "and I'm an amazing cook."

"Italian?"

"My roommates would stab you dead for my lasagna."

"Well see there, now you've done it." he covered his heart in a gesture that should have been cheesy, but was just well...adorable, "I'm in love."

"Alright, you've seen she's fine. You can leave." Adonis snapped, and suddenly she was airborne. He'd scooped her up off the couch, and was carrying her...where exactly.

"What are you doing?" she looped her hands around his neck,and if she brushed that silky hair, well she was entitled. He'd given her an orgasm, she was fairly certain that gave her rights to his silky hair. It was probably written down somewhere in the by-laws of tacky one-night stands.

"The doctor will be here any minute, and you need to eat."

"I need to eat?"

"Yes." He affirmed carrying her to a stunning modern kitchen and setting her down on a bar-stool. "I'll be right back. As soon as I see our guests out. Mrs. Jones, Anastasia is ready for her Tea."

That was when she noticed the chic blond housekeeper.

"Hi."

"Hello, here you go." and just like that Twinning's English Breakfast, bag out set right in front of her.

Note to self: Let demanding bitch out more often. She gets results.