Grace's comment of rowdy boys reminds Mia of a hilarious story starring Christian and Elliot.

"Oh, Ana." Mia sighs as she wipes the tears of laughter from her eyes. "You should definitely date Christian. Then you could get married and we would be sisters."

I giggle at the thought. "He's my boss. I couldn't date him, it would be... Strange." I want to say that it would be so good, but I know it would be so wrong at the same time. "And besides. That man, he could get anyone. Why would he even look twice in my direction?"

Mia taps the end of her nose. "Between you and me. And don't tell him I told you, or he'll shit a brick – but you're exactly his type."

"Really? I thought he liked blondes."

"Nope. Bitcherella, put him off blondes forever, his words, not mine." Mia shakes her head, and huffs. "More drink?"

I hold my cup out and she fills it to the rim.

"Who's she? An ex?"

"Elena." Mia spits the name as it were poison. "It's a looooong story and you know what? I don't want ruin my night thinking about that hag."

At some point later on, the bright idea of going out clubbing is thrown in the air. And since Mia and I, are already dressed for it, so hey - why not?

Christian, who is probably the most sober one of us all, makes a call and before I can say supercalifi... - you know, that word Mary Poppins was singing - we are stuffed into black Audi SUV on our way to the Mile High club.

I text Kate, and tell her to meet me at the club and to prepare herself for the surprise of her life.

For the ride, I'm squeezed between Christian and Elliot. It's any girl's dream come true, gorgeous men on both sides. I was expecting to be slapping Elliot off my skin, but he is now behaving surprisingly well. Christian's thigh keeps on brushing against mine and the warmth spreading from it sneaks up through my veins. Naughty, naughty ideas rush through my mind. On more than one occasion I have to fight myself not to touch him. He's the CEO, your boss, I try to talk sense into myself, but after the umpteenth glass of Mia's Supreme Margarita my rationale is splashing around in a puddle of alcohol.

Once the car pulls up by the club, we get out just to be rushed in past the people standing in the queue.

"Ana!" I hear Kate's voice.

"Come here!" I wave to her to leave the line.

She shuffles out of the queue and squeals. I swear I hear windows shattering. "Ethan! Oh my god! What are you doing here? When did you come? Why didn't you tell me?!" She wraps her brother in her arms, ignoring Mia totally.

Christian walks up to us and eyes the crowd suspiciously.

"Let's go inside."

If Kate was shocked to see Ethan, all color is drained from her face as she realizes whom we are there with.

Christian ushers us in, and we head straight to the top floor where the Mile High club has its VIP area. I feel the jealous stares of dozens of women, but I revel in the way Christian steers me through the crowd, his hand never leaving the small of my back. Once we are seated, the waitresses appear from nowhere to bring us champagne. Yay! More bubbly! That small voice inside me cheers.

As we get settled, Kate sees the ring on Mia's finger, and she goes absolutely bananas. For the moment I'm happy that we are in a club so that I can't hear the verbal lashing she is giving Ethan for not telling her about the engagement. The shock of the surprise engagement is quickly forgotten though, as Elliot walks into the room. I notice Kate's pose change as she watches Elliot get seated. Watch out Elliot, she's locked on target, I giggle by myself as I sip my champagne. If I had any money, I'd bet it on those two to hit it off.

Not much later, the music changes and in an instant I'm up.

"Na,na,na, come on!" I sing along as I head towards the dance floor, just stopping long enough to pull Kate from her flirting. "Kate, come dance with me." We get there just in time for Rihanna to start singing.

"Feels so good being bad... There's no way I'm turning back..." We sing along, grinding and gyrating with the rhythm. "…Sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me..." We giggle as we yell along with the words.

I'm too engrossed in dancing to notice that I've got company. And I'm definitely not talking about Kate. A man is dancing right behind me; but I only need a second to recognize that it's Christian, as the electricity pulses between us.

"Hey... I didn't know you can dance!" I yell over the music as turn to face him. I laugh as I realize that that's just the tip of the iceberg of things I don't know about him. His eyes are dark like the night as he takes control over me on the dance floor. He leads my moves, somehow so close but so far away. He turns me around, so that he towers me from behind, as our bodies are moving to the intoxicating rhythm. I swear I feel his mister happy poking me, and doesn't that just fuel my euphoria. Did I do that to him? The thought makes me tingle all over. How can he make me feel like this? It's not like anything could ever happen between us. He leans closer and asks, "Do you really mean that?" I get goosebumps all over, as his breath graces the skin below my ear. "Of course! You're an exceptional dancer," I answer him, although I'm not at all sure that I'm answering the right question.

AN: Thank you for suggesting Rihanna's S&M! So the song didn't get to be Ana's ringtone, but it was too good a fit for our Mr. Grey to pass.
H xx