Hey guys. A friday night surprise, cause I won't have more till Monday. Thanks so much for the feedback. I'm so glad, you guys like feisty firecracker Ana.

Ana

"Dammit Jose'" Ana yanked the from her ear, and the piercing sound coming through it, "I thought you were going to stop that shriek thing."

"Don't you dare try to distract me with my Gay Stereotypes To Lose list, Annie Steele. You spent the entire night with one of the most luscious men in our hemisphere, and I'm just hearing about it now?"

"I was drugged Jose'"

"Which is the only reason I'm willing forgive you. Now where are you so I can come get the juicy in person."

"I'm in Seattle." She pointed out with half an eye roll.

"Yes, I'm aware, which is why I am now thirty minutes outside the city."

"What?"

"Did you think I was just going to lie around and do nothing all morning with the knowledge some creepy straight boy drugged you, so he could do who knows what horrible, creepy straight things to your poor defenceless body? Well, you don't know me sister. I've been calling you since seven a.m. and when I couldn't get through I called Grey's office, which was no help at all. So, I took my life in my hands, and drove all the way up here in this death-trap you call a car..."

"You gave me that car."

"Nevertheless." she could visualise, his careless hand wave, "So are you saying you're at Escala, now?"

Was she? "I don't know." she walked over to the balcony off the master bedroom, and slid the door open, stepping outside. All she knew was it was way up in the sky and had a breathtaking view.

"Huge, gorgeous pent house in the sky?" Her friend pulled the thought out of her head.

"That sounds like it." She said, walking across the massive balcony, it was as big as the living room in her apartment.

"Escala." Jose confirmed, and well, if anybody would know he would. Good looking, rich, single men in the pacific time zone were Jose's area of expertise. He had tons of information, like a scrap-book on his laptop. If she hadn't known him half her life she'd have found it disturbing, but since she did, she knew it was a harmless little hobby, sort of. "I'll be there in less than an hour. Don't you dare go anywhere until I can get a good look inside that place."

"Well, I don't know what he's planning..."

"Distract him."

"What?"

"You heard me. Now is no time to be all virginal. Gorgeous billionaire's don't just fall out of the sky, you know." Oh yeah, she knew alright, they weren't falling from the sky cause they were too busy humping in sex clubs, "This is a once in a lifetime." Jose went on, "So pull out the big guns sister, or in your case, the nice perky medium sized guns, and distract him."

"Jose'!" Lord, the fumes from all that hair dye he was constantly using had finally eroded his brain cells.

"Don't Jose' me. It's crunch time, Annie Steele. Man those girls up!"

Ana sputtered an incoherent response to the disconnected line. Jose' had hung up on her.

"What the hell?" she stared at her phone for a full thirty seconds. "Distract him?" she muttered, turning to go back inside, and oh, oh shit, shitty shit.

Adonis was in the doorway. He stood with one shoulder leaning against the frame, his arms crossed over his chest, his head cocked to one side, and the look on his face. Oh fuck! She may not be experienced, but she knew what that look meant. His eyes raked over her with such intensity, she was surprised her clothes didn't just disintegrate from her body. That look was no mere panty dropper. Oh no, with the heat Adonis was sending off, every panty wearing girl within a five-mile radius was in danger of total meltdown.

"That was Jose'" She manged to squeak.

"Was it now?" he asked, his voice soft, his eyes looked on her mouth.

"Um, he was worried so he's on his way here...I'm sorry.."

"I look forward to meeting him." Those eyes still locked on her, he straightened from the door frame.

"You do?" she asked, trying for casual surprise. While her eyes tracked him.

"He cares about you, so yes, I'd very much like to meet him. I should have called him earlier. It was remiss of me." He took one step forward, "You're very distracting, Anastasia."

She was distracting. She almost laughed out loud, but then he took another step. Shit! she was being stalked. She shifted to the side, just a little, and he smiled. A small lift of his perfect lips that said he knew what she was about, but he didn't move to intercept. Like a cat playing with a mouse, she thought wildly.

She took one more slow step toward the door. He turned slightly, keeping her in his line of sight, then tilted his head again.

"You refered to my lawyer as Jack."

Oh, had she? Oh, yeah, "Short for Jackass." she admitted, with a shrug.

Adonis' eyebrows shot up, then he burst out laughing. Wow, what a sight, any other time she'd have hung around and watched, but all little mice knew when you saw your chance for escape you took it, or you became dinner. She made a dash for the door, and poof, one linen covered arm blocked her way, and poof another cut off her escape. With hands planted on the glass wall on either side of her, Adonis, his laughter still rolling from him, had caged her in, and she realized his inaction as she'd made her first moves to escape had merely been the setting of the trap. Her back was to the wall and she'd nowhere to go.

Okay, escape didn't work, so she'd just have to fight her way out, sort of, maybe. She took a deep steadying breath. No, no stupid, bad, dumb idea. No breathing around Kinky Sex Gods, they had the power to enthrall you with their delicious, decadent, yummy scent. She closed her eyes against the sudden onslaught of lust. Yes lust, there was no other word for it. She barely noticed when his hands reached down and took hers, but then he lifted them, so they rested against the glass on either side of her head, holding them there.

Trapped.

Dinner.

"So Anastasia," Adonis had finally stopped laughing, "how long were you listening at the door, hhmm?" his breath tickled her ear. He was so very close.

"Um, well, I wouldn't normally eavesdrop..."

"I'm sure you wouldn't." he spoke the words into her neck, nuzzling behind her ear, "You smell so good, baby."

Oh, oh, Sweet Lord, her head fell to the side all on its own. What was she saying... eavesdropping, right, "But I...um.. heard my name" she rasped.

"So naturally you'd be curious." his whisper fanned her neck.

"Yes, well, Oh..." her words died when he took the lobe of her ear between his lips, and, oh, shit, bathed it with his tongue, oh, well... that felt...just..so .good. Her bones were melting. Just how many erogenous zones were attached to her ear, and when he took it between his teeth and bit, her belly clenched so hard she convulsed. He soothed the sting with his tongue, before releasing it with a low groan, "Oh, Anastasia," he breathed, his mouth pressed to her ear, "the things I could do to you."

And in that moment she'd let him. She would have gladly done anything he wanted if it meant he would keep touching her. So she was relieved, really, she was, when her phone rang.

"I should get that." she somehow pushed the words through her lips.

"Mmm-hmm" with one more nuzzle at her neck, he stepped back. She looked at the strange number she had no idea who it was, but hell, you didn't look a lifeline in the mouth.

"Hello."

"Anastasia Steele," a dry female voice she'd heard before.

"This is Lena McGovern. You remember me?"

"The bad ass bitch...Oh." Ana's hand flew to her mouth, melting in a puddle of desire, left her with no filter.

"Damn straight." The woman replied, not in the least offended. "Listen, I wanted to let you know, before you heard it somewhere else, the little creep who drugged you kicked the bucket."

"What?"

"Yeah, now don't worry, Your man didn't kill him. Not for lack of trying mind you."

"What?" was she supposed to understand this.

"Oh yeah, he didn't tell you? He beat the little prick to a slimy pulp. Stan and Maurice couldn't do anything but watch. I know that kind of rage up close and personal. Creepy pants was as good as dead, but then you sneezed, and he dropped him like a rotten hot potato."

"What?" Ana shook her head, maybe the lust was still fogging up her mind.

"Anyway, it was a sesame seed that killed him, so it's all good now."

"A sesame seed?" Or maybe the problem was the woman at the other end of the phone.

"Yeah. Who knew, right? Guy was allergic, must not have gotten all of 'em off that Big Mac. Killed him quick too. By the time the paramedics got there, he was good and gone. I don't carry an epi pen. Although if sesame seeds can kill you I might start. Allergies can develop at any time, you know."

"Um, no, I wasn't aware." definitely the problem was at the other end.

"So all's well that ends well. You look after your hot hunka man now."

"He's not mine."

Then the strangest thing of all happened. The woman started laughing and didn't stop. Wild laughter howling into the phone. Ana pulled it away from her ear, and looked over at Christian who was watching with a puzzled expression. "It's the bad ass bitch, she says stinky's dead, and not to worry cause you're beating him to a slimy pulp didn't do it. It was a sesame seed."

"What?" Adonis blinked at her.

"I think she's high."

Christian

Christian, doubted the woman was high, but insane was still on the table. He took the phone from Ana's limp hand, and put it to his ear, "Miss McGovern, it's Grey,"

"Oh, hey Grey sorry about that, I'm a little punchy from lack of sleep. Jet leg ya' know."

"Yes, yes, it can be..."

"What...dammit what the fuck?"

"Miss McGovern?"

"Oh, not you Grey...hold on a minute....Dammit, Allie, I'm on the phone with a billionaire, what the fuck can't wait...Oh, shit, yeah, no that can't wait...Although when you think about it, he's got nothin' but time, now. Uh, Grey I gotta go, like I was telling...goddamnit! What the fuck? Where'd, that bird come from, get it off the fucking body. He's gonna contaminate the scene...Shit! can we have one mother fucking normal day around here."

"Miss McGovern?" Maybe she was high.

"Uh, you'll have to get your girl to fill you in about creepy pants, Grey. We've got a dead college professor and some kind of live, damn, big ass, bird in the middle of the bakery...What the hell is that thing a Blue Macaw...Shit Chrsty, watch it, that beak will take off a finger... Damn health department is gonna shut us down for sure this time."

"What?" No, no his original thought was correct, the woman was certifiable.

"Gotta go Grey, you remember what I told you about fate, now. We McGoverns are experts...Goddamnit, get Trudy before that bird kills her. Silly dog..." was all he heard before the line went dead.

Dumbly, he handed the phone back to Ana. "She told me to get the details from you. She um...had to go as there was a dead college professor and a live bird, possibly a Blue Macaw in the bakery attempting to kill their dog. I think its name is Trudy, and Miss McGovern felt she needed to take immediate action, or the health department would shut them down."

Ana just stared at him, her eyes going wider with every word, "Is she insane?"

He nodded. "Yes, absolutely."