Woot Woot! We hit over 100 reviews! You guys are amazing. I am glad you are enjoying this story. It's has been a blast so far writing it. It has been keeping me busy while I am fighting writers block with my other stories. This story comes a little easier for me since parts of it is based off my life, with the ghost hunting and the terminal itself. As for Christian and Ana that is just an added bonus, but now that I have a new man in my life who is on the kinky side I am sure going to have even more fun with this story…lol Enjoy.
It has been about a month since Christian has given me the key to the terminal, cleaning and remodeling has already begun. The four floors from the main building are all cleaned out, we had to remove most of the old glass windows due to them being broken but the ones that weren't we saved.
Our next task at hand is cleaning out the tower floors, there are 13 tour floors all together and since the elevators don't work this means the three of us has to walk all the way the fuck up to the 17th floor. God help us. Jen, Kate come with me every weekend to clean but during the week I come alone to clean, I know it's not the best thing for me to do but I enjoy it. Being in this big building all alone it gives me time to think not to mention a fucking work out from hell.
Every once in a while Christian stops by to check to see how things are going and to sign some paper work. Of course Christian and I still talk on the phone with each other every night, it's like me and him have turned into best friends. So far he has told me bits and pieces about his life, how he started GEH and where he got the money to start it. I think it was so nice of his mother's friend to loan him the money. I told him small details about my life. (Christian and Ana have the same background as they did in the book. Expect for Ana never went to college and Carla is a fashion designer)
Anyways just last week I was contacted by a local bank telling me that in the lobby of the bank holds the old steam clock that used to sit in the middle of the concourse. The bank manager told me for a generous donation they would be more than happy to return the clock to the terminal.
I asked the manager to give me a couple of days to think about it and I would be in touch. The next day I had called Christian and explained to him the conversation I had with the bank manager. Christian has asked me, would bringing back the old clock make me happy. I told him it wasn't about making me happy it was about bringing the terminal back to life, but Christian wasn't having that so he asked me again would it make you happy. So of course I told him it would me very happy if the clock would come back home to its rightful spot.
Wouldn't you know the next day the bank manager called me and told me there was no need for a donation and that as soon as the concourse floor was finished being restored that it will be delivered and installed! I wonder what it was that made the manager change his mind. Hmm oh well I'm not going to complain about it.
Over the next several weeks the concourse has been looking more and more like it used to back in the late 1920's when it first opened. Elliot and his guys have been working non-stop during the week. The marble floors throughout the concourse have been restored even the small tiny shops that once was housed inside the terminal are starting to look like they once was.
Later tonight I am meeting Christian at the terminal, I left some papers there that he needed to for Elliot. But until then my mother has come over to pay me a little visit.
"Hi mom" I say after I open the door to my apartment. It's not often that she comes to Seattle to see me since she is always so busy in New York with her fashion line.
"Anastasia Rose, look at you. You look amazing baby"
"Thanks mom, come in. Where's bob?"
"Oh honey he is at the hotel resting, he had a nasty fall the other day and ended up hurting his right leg"
"I'm sorry to hear that, will he be ok?"
"Yes the doctor said as long as he stays off it for a week or so he'll be just fine"
"Thanks great"
"Here honey I got this for you to wear tonight for when we go out to dinner" Shit I forgot about dinner with my mother. I watch as she opens the garment bag and out pops this beautiful plum colored dress and at the bottom of the dress is a pair of matching 5in heels that scream come fuck me.
"Wow mom the dress looks fabulous, is it from your line?"
"Yes, now hurry up and put it on we don't want to be late I have reservations at the mile high club at 6" Out of all the places in Seattle to go to eat she had to pick one of the clubs that Christian owns. Come to think of it I think he owns almost all of them, but the mile high club is the one he goes to often.
"Ok just give me 30 minutes mom and I'll be ready" I run to my bedroom with the dress and shoes in hand, I carefully place them on the bed and grab my cell phone from my nightstand. I send a quick text to Christian.
I'm going to be late, I have a dinner date tonight can you meet me at the terminal at 9 –Ana I wait for a response from Christian but he never sent me a text back, he must be busy at work or something.
I take a quick shower, carefully trying not to get my hair wet. When all is said and done I walk out of my bedroom looking like a billionaire's wife, or what at least I think a billionaire's wife would look like.
"Oh Anastasia look at you, turn around honey I want to get the full effect" I roll my eyes and do a little twirl for my mom and she just gasp in amazement, she has always told me I could have been a runway model.
"What do you think" I ask as I stop twirling
"Baby you are just stunning, come on we will be late if we don't leave now" I nod my head and follow her out to the waited limo that's in the driveway, my mom has always said if you're going to arrive somewhere it's always best to do it in style.
Twenty minutes later and the driver pulls up in front of the mile high club, my mother is the first one out.
"Oh wow this place looks amazing, have you ever been here before Anastasia?"
"Yes a few times with a friend of mine"
"You mean Kate and Jen?"
"No my friend Christian" I tell her
"Isn't Christian a man's name, Oh my god Ana you're finally dating again? Oh honey I am so happy for you"
"No mom I'm not dating Christian. He is a friend and business partner"
"Will I get to meet this Christian friend of yours while I'm in town?"
"I guess I could arrange lunch for the three of us if you would like, I would have to see what he schedule is like he is a very busy man mom"
"Oh how busy is busy Anastasia"
"He is the CEO of his own company and works like all the time"
"Well I'm in town for a week so whenever he is free I would like to meet him"
"Sure thing mom" I roll my eyes at her as we walk into the club.
The whole time during dinner I kept checking my phone to see if Christian had ever texted me back, he didn't. When my mother and I were finished I told her I had to make a stop at the terminal to meet up with Christian to have him sign the paper work that was there for him.
My mother insisted that I drop her off at the hotel, she said she wasn't feeling well and blamed it on one to many Cosmo's. Feeling tipsy myself I gave the limo driver the address and leaned back in the seat and rested my eyes some. Before I knew it the limo driver was tapping at my window informing me that we had arrived.
I put my shoes back on and exited out of the limo, I looked around and I see Christian R8 parked. Good he is here and he got my message, but why the hell did he not text me back. I told the driver I was only going to be a couple of minutes, he just nodded his head and returned to the driver's seat. I straighten out my dress and walked to the double doors and entered.
Taylor was standing just beyond the doors.
"Evening Taylor is Christian here?"
"Yes ma'am he is in the waiting room looking at the blue prints that his brother left"
"Thank you Taylor" he gives me a nod and I continue to walk. My heels are clicking against the marble floor. The doors to the waiting room are slightly ajar. I open the doors and I find Christian bent over the table staring at the blue prints.
"Christian" I call out lightly as I tap on the door. He looks up and sees that it is me, he looks me over from head to toe, and he doesn't smile or say anything he just looks back down at the blue prints.
"I take it you got my text? How come you didn't text me back?"
"You said you were on a dinner date and I didn't was to disturb you while you were on your 'Date' where are the papers you wanted me to sign" he looks pissed for some reason, I don't really understand why, I just had dinner with my mother.
"Upstairs in my office" Elliot had found a nice little office for me while the guys helped with a little cleaning on their days off, it's on the mezzanine floor.
"Fine" he says in a harsh tone slamming the palms of his hands on the table. I turn around and start walking out to the concourse, he is a good five feet behind me. I look over my shoulder to make sure he is still following. He is walking a little funny, he is swaying a little. Oh my god I think he has been drinking.
We walk up the stairs and I can see him fumble a little as he takes the first couple of steps. After about the 6th step he grabs ahold of the railing that Elliot installed last week. When we get to the floor I turn around and ask,
"Christian are you ok, you seem a little drunk" He rolls his eyes at me and says,
"What's it to you"
"God Christian I just asked you a question" in return I roll my eyes at him and shake my head.
"You shouldn't roll your eyes at me, it's not very polite" I was going to start to argue with him but I figured it would be best not to seeing that he has had a few drinks in his system.
"Whatever" I whispered and opened the door to my office. I walked over to the safe that Christian had installed for me just a short time ago. I had found this safe in the basement of the terminal, Christian had a locksmith come out and had him fix it for me so that it was in working order for me.
Christian takes a seat behind my desk and puts his head in his hands and starts mumbling something to himself. I unlock the safe and take out the paper work. I go on the opposite side of my desk and face Christian.
"Here, I need you to sign here, here, and here" leaning over the desk pointing to all the X's that need his signature. A few second go by and I notice he is staring at me.
"Christian what's wrong?" I ask with concern in my voice, he really is starting to worry me, and in a low husky voice he asks,
"Why do you do this to me?" he closes his eyes as if it what he was saying was hurting him.
"Christian I don't understand, what is it that I'm doing to you?"
"Torturing me" I shake my head a little and give him a funny look like WTF are you talking about.
"Christian how am I torturing you?"
"Forget it" he says and signs the papers. When he is finished he hands me them and I take them from him. I put them in a manila envelope and right Elliot across the top. I let out a sigh. Christian just sits there looking at me with hurt in his eyes.
"Christian will you talk to me please, I don't like seeing you like this"
"Like what Ana? Pissed, upset, confused, hurt. Take your pick"
"Christian I don't know what has gotten into you"
"YOU!" he screams and slams his fists on my desk causing me to flinch.
Ok I know I said I wasn't going to update this story for a couple of days but as I was waiting for my flat iron to heat up so that I could straighten my hair because no one like a frizz ball, I wrote this! Hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Also if you go on my profile there is a link there to my Pinterest page, Check out the pictures I have posted of the terminal. I should be adding more tonight when I get home. Please review and don't forget to tell your friends.