A/N: Thank you, as always, for my amazing reviews. I will even Google a translator for the one's I don't understand. I'm going to be busy for three days, but I will make sure you don't miss me.

Previous disclaimers still apply.

Chapter 11: Here comes Flynn…

Christian POV:

Snuggling up on the couch I close my eyes and fall into a peaceful state to the sound of my mother and Ana's voice. Yes, Ana, not Anastasia. Though I will continue to call her Anastasia just to get a reaction out of her. She looks really hot when she gets upset. Adorable when she's blushes. Pretty when she smiles. Beautiful when she's concentrates. Sexy when she's biting her lip out of habit.

I like her. I really like her.

I hear my mother leave and keep my eyes closed. Rude, I know, but I don't want to open them and ruin the peace I feel at the moment with Ana sitting next to me. If I can keep it like this, I would. That doesn't seem likely, so I just sit here quietly.

Her presence is upsetting, entertaining, frustrating, calming and soothing all at the same time. She makes me feel better with a smile. Pisses me off with a look. Brings the worst out of me with her smart mouth. Brings the best out of me with her eyes.

I'm screwed. Royally and utterly screwed.

And I don't mind.

I've had daily sessions with Flynn this week, but the one on Thursday afternoon is the one that stuck with me.

"I'm going to kill that damn woman, John. I have never wanted to take a person's life, but I swear I smiled this morning when I imagined throwing her out of my fucking office window." And I did, well, right before I raced down to catch her and then kiss her. But he doesn't need to know that last part.

"And what did this poor girl do today to deserve that?" The smug bastard asked. I think he gets enjoyment out of my frustration. He should be paying me, not the other way around.

"She laughed at me. Fucking laughed. Who the fuck laughs at their boss? To his face? Anastasia Steele, that's who. She has absolutely no respect for management or authority. Brain to mouth filter, non-fucking-existent. I swear the words come out of her smart mouth before they even register in her brain. I'm telling you John, she wakes up every fucking morning thinking about how to fuck up my day." I vent, much to his enjoyment.

"And what did you do to make her laugh at you?" He asks and I ponder a moment whether to tell him or not. I think he is enjoying this just a little too much.

"I slammed the door when she pissed me off…for the second time in under two hours." When he looks confused, I folded my arms and scowled at him. "I didn't realize my foot was blocking the door." And there he goes. Took him five minutes to stop fucking laughing. "I'm deducting this time from your bill." That stopped him laughing.

"I think the next session will be at your office," he says and writes down in his pad. When he looks up at me, clearly noticing my expression, he clarifies. "I'd like to meet her." Like that will fucking happen. She's my PA and there for my enjoyment, not his.

"You've got your own PA." I said with a tone that told him that I wasn't letting him anywhere fucking near her. Or her near him.

"It will help me understand the situation better. That's why you are here, isn't it?" He asked.

"I'm here in order for you to keep her above ground and my ass out of jail. Twenty five to life does not really hold much appeal to me. Though some days, I might be tempted to reconsider that." Today is one of those days.

"You want to hurt her?" He asks in a serious tone.

"No!" And it's true, thinking of causing her any pain funny enough has no appeal for me. Great! Thanks John, just one more thing to add on my fucking list of confusing things in my life right now. "Kill her, not hurt her. It must be quick and painless. I don't want to see tears, blood or bruises."

"Interesting." That' all? "So you would be okay if you never see her again?" Well, no, but…

"Are you actively trying to confuse me or help me?" I growl in frustration. I did not come here for this shit.

"I'm merely trying to determine what it is you want, Christian. Before I give you my professional opinion, answer me this, why not just fire her?"

"I can't." And I don't want to. I don't even want Andrea back. I sigh before I start to rant like a lunatic again. "Ros appointed her and the only fucking say I get in the matter, is how I like my damn coffee. Clearly the people in that building has lost their fucking minds. Do you know what I'm paying for her? $10k a month. But that's not all! If she stays for the duration of the contract, which is three fucking months, she gets a bonus of $30k. If I fire her right this minute, she still gets the full three month's salary WITH the fucking bonus. I should fire Ros and the fucking lawyer who approved that joke of a contract." And there he goes…again.

"Personally, I think the salary includes the entertainment factor, Christian, because let's face it, people will pay good money to see, what I can only imagine, is going on in that building right now." He says and my mouth hits the floor. I can't believe it. Without even meeting the man, she even made my therapist crazy. I really didn't stand a chance.

"All jokes aside. Answer two questions truthfully." I nod, hoping for at least some form of productive therapy out of this total waste of time…for me anyway. "When you think about Anastasia…"

"Ana," I correct and almost punch myself in the fucking face. Rubbing my hands over my face I continue "She doesn't like to be called Anastasia." And now I want to kick myself on top of it.

"Okay, when you think about Ana, what do you feel? And before you complain, I know you don't like this game, as you call it, but try to answer me honestly."

I think for a moment and before I can stop myself, I put my thoughts into words, "Frustration, irritation, happiness, joy, anger, entertained, peaceful." And I shocked the good doctor...good, at least I'm not alone.

"And when you think about hurting her, how does that make you feel?"

"Angry, pissed, upset. Shit, John, I can't think about her in pain. I only want to see her happy and angry." Well, that puts a confused look on his face again. "She's hot when she's angry." I explain as if that excuses my behaviour.

"So this is my advice. Give Ros a raise for giving you the best thing that could've happened to you. Embrace your feelings and open yourself to this girl. Put me on speed dial for when all these emotions become overwhelming." I smile because he is already on speed dial. "I'm serious Christian. You've avoided many of these feelings for so long that I'm genuinely concerned about your state of mind when all this coming crashing down. The slightest thing will be able to make you feel overwhelmed and the feelings you are now experiencing for the first time... some of them are strong feelings. You've never felt that you were happy or sad, never experienced the feeling of safety or peace. These are very strong emotions. If you feel overwhelmed, call me immediately." That did not sound good at all, but I nod. "Finally, try and make her happy, or angry, whatever you think is best." And then he walked a shocked Christian Grey out of his office all the way to the front door and fucking waves like my grandfather as Taylor pulled away from his office.

I wasn't sleeping, but it feels nice to just be in her presence. At least if I pretend to be sleeping, we aren't fighting and right now, I don't want to piss her off. As hot as she looks, I want to see the happy Ana… for a while at least. I'm sick after all and don't sick people get what they want?

"I can feel you staring at me," I say with my eyes closed. I'm so in tuned with this frustrating woman that I can literally feel her every move.

"Well, how presumptuous of you. You can't even see me," She says and I can hear her smile. That's good.

"I said I can feel you staring at me, not see you staring at me." I clarify and open my eyes to stare at her smiling face and bright eyes. "You can't lie for shit so look into my eyes and tell me you weren't staring at me?" I challenge and she smiles even more.

"Okay, you win. You looked peaceful and happy. I couldn't help myself. Don't really see that much on you. It's a good look."

"That's because I was thinking of something funny actually." I tell her and sit up, which also happens to be closer to her.

"Care to share? At least with you, you will know who you are talking to." Ah yes, that's what I asked her in front of Grey House that day.

"I told my therapist about you." I say and watch the shock on her face.

"You? Have a therapist?" I nod and she smiles. "Must be one of those expensive charlatans as he doesn't seem to be helping." She snorts and even that's sexy on her. I will also make a point of telling that to John during my next session. It's about time I get some enjoyment during those awful sessions.

"You're still alive, aren't you?" I joke and she narrows her eyes at me. "Thus, he's helping."

"What did you tell him?" She didn't think my joke was funny. Had she been in that session, she would get it.

"That you're driving me insane." I confess and she laughs.

"Mr. Grey, you don't need help in that department. I'm sure you were insane long before I came along." She says and I imagine my hands around her throat. Seems I'm trading happy Ana for hot Ana.

"Probably, but I never imagined killing someone on a daily basis before you came along," I say with a smile on my face enjoying to see that faint hint of anger in her eyes.

Her mouth opens, then closes. She closes the tablet cover and tries again. Still nothing. Then she gets up, start to walk way and then turns around to walk back.

"You're going to make yourself tired and you're not even doing anything productive," I comment in a bored tone but loving every minute of it. Damn she's hot.

"You… You… You are not a good man," She said that several times already this week. Yet, here she is.

"But at least I'm sexy," And there she goes, nose in the air, anger fueling her movements. God, I just love to get under her skin. I would prefer to get her under me, but for now, this is all I need.

My joy is short lived when I realized that she was not coming back. Shit! That didn't work out to well for me. Five minutes later, she still has not made an appearance. Another five minutes later I gave up and went looking for her. I'm not in the mood to work right now so I might as well go and search for my amusing assistant. I find her in the media room, scrolling through the movies and then she picks one. I walk back to the kitchen and make some popcorn. Grab a bottle of wine, two glasses and then make my way back to the media room.

I put the popcorn on the couch next to her, pour us each a glass of wine and then take a seat next to her after she takes her glass.

"You shouldn't be drinking wine," She states, not even taking her eyes from whatever she's watching. I don't really care since I'm not here to watch the movie anyway.

"It can only improve my mood." I sit back and look at the screen. I looks like a romance. Shit, I hope it's not one of those girly shit Mia likes to watch.

Halfway into the moving about, I remember watching this with Mia. She's all that, if I remember correctly. I've seen it a few times already, granted, never from start to finish in one go. Might as well make myself comfortable. So I take the popcorn and put it on the table before lying down with my head in her lap. All this, without hesitation or a second thought. And it just feels right.

No amount of will power could have kept my eyes open. Not when her fingers find their way to my hair. With slow movements, as if she's not thinking about it, her fingers run soft through my hair and I drift into a peaceful sleep.

I wake up however in a much less peaceful state when it turns out that I'm alone. With a pillow under my head, a blanket over me, I'm alone in the dark media room with just the lamp in the corner providing a soft glow in the room. The fact that she took the time to make me comfortable makes me feel better however. Taking a moment to myself, I think about this woman who has turned my world on its head and continues to shake it.

I think it's time that I'm honest with myself. As much as I want to kill her, I want to kiss her. I never want to hurt her because even if she's hot when she's upset, I want to see her happy. More importantly, I want to make her happy. The only problem is that I don't know how.

Elliot walks into the room and when he sees that I'm awake, he takes a seat on the couch next to me. For a while he says nothing and it's strange that we can actually sit in comfortable silence. This is nice. Not that I will tell him that, but I love my brother and this is nice.

"Christian," he starts and I immediately sit up to look at him. He sounds serious and he is never serious and rarely calls me Christian. "Before the girls come back," And that gets me to my feet. "Oh sit down, they went to get dinner and before you ask, Taylor took them." Taking a deep breath, I sit down and thank Taylor again for thinking about my sanity.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about actually. Ana."

"Go on," I urge him to continue and sit back to hear what he has to say.

"She's changed you. You're still an ass, don't get me wrong. But she's made you a likeable ass. I like seeing you like this. I really do. You're happy. I haven't seen you smile as much as you have in the last eight days as the twenty eight years before that." Then he smiles as if remembering something funny. "Mom told me about the fights between you two. Kate told me about the fights between you two. I saw the fights between you two. And you know what stands out in everyone's versions of what is going on between you two?" he asks and I don't want to think right now. My head is starting to kill me. I need Ana to give me something for it. And she's not here…

"How good you are together. Granted, if this works out it might not be a long life for one of you, but it will be a happy life for both of you. And that's all I want for you. All everyone wants for you. To see you happy." I have never, and I mean never, heard my brother say shit like this. It makes me sad to think that they thought that I wasn't happy until recently. Not that I was, but I didn't know it and I didn't know they knew it.

"I like her, Elliot." No, that doesn't really sound accurate. "I care about her… a lot. More than I should. More than what is appropriate." He frowns and I sigh. "She's my assistant, Elliot. This whole thing is so fucked up it is actually funny. She's the first woman, in my life, that I care about and I can't do shit about it. And I really want to. The only way I can stop myself from taking her and keeping her, is to piss her off. I want to hug her and kiss her and see her smile, but I can't do that." I fall back onto the couch.

"Why not? You're the boss?" If only it was that simple.

"Exactly! I'm her boss. I don't give a shit what people think about me, but I care what they will think about her. And besides, she will never agree to date me…since I'm her boss. She's not like that." Did I just say I want to date her? Yes I did and yes I do.

"Considering what happened with her previous boss, I don't really blame her, but you're not like that." Now, that little sentence got me up in a second and every hair on my skin standing up.

"What the fuck happened with her previous boss?" I ask and he laughs.

A/N: Well, the fun couldn't last forever. Unfortunately, the crap they both have to reveal is not funny, but there will still be moments.