The restless night of sleep did little to none to change my mood for the better. Ever since Christian got the phone call last night I've been feeling uneasy.

I huff as I see the dark rings beneath my eyes in the mirror. I dig in my makeup bag, needing to cover up much more today than the usual touch ups. What right do I have to feel like this for him doing his job? I'm not even officially his girlfriend for crying out loud.

He's in London for business, not for pleasure, I remind myself. Although the thought of beautiful GEH standard women working closely with him makes my insides boil. I fight off the image of beautiful blondes flaunting their assets in his face. He wouldn't do anything with anyone over there, would he? Does he feel the same about me as I feel for him? Oh god, I hope he does. If only we had time to finish the talk last night.

I finish my make up, and give myself a pat on the back - figuratively speaking. I smirk at my image in the mirror. You might actually believe I had a good night's rest.

Would it be bad if they knew I was his? His question enters my mind. I feel my lips twitch with a smile as warmth spreads itself inside my heart. To walk hand in hand through the city, go for ice-cream and feed it to each other while sitting in the park. No that definitely would not be bad. But I wonder would he actually do it? Tell everyone he's seeing the intern? The knot in my stomach returns. Crap. If it came out he's having an affair with the intern, then everyone would know I'm sleeping with the boss.

Note to self, I really have to find another workplace.

Going to the kitchen downstairs I note that Kate hasn't returned home all night. She's probably still in bed snuggling with Elliot. I sigh and shake my head, trying to quench the sudden flare of jealousy.

I prepare a mug of tea and a sandwich, and grab yesterday's paper off the table, baring a large envelope with my name on it.

Oh that, I totally forgot about it as Christian came over last night. I take the envelope and tear it open without another thought. It's probably just some commercial anyway.

Out falls a bunch of papers, looking very much like the legal documents I've seen around GEH, but without the GEH signature stationary.

I frown as I pick up the papers and sit down.

Confidential. That's the first word that stands out. The following are the terms of a binding contract between the Dominant and the Submissive. What in the world is this?

I read on, and my mouth goes dry. My name is written beneath Christian's, marking me the submissive whereas Christian is named the dominant.

The document states the term of the relationship, the frequency of our meetings, and even goes as far as stating clearly what I'm supposed to wear when we meet. The Submissive will not drink to excess, smoke, take recreational drugs, or put herself in any unnecessary danger.*

I cannot believe my eyes as I read on, but I can't stop reading either. It's like a sick joke of some kind. Here I was thinking we are a couple, thinking about making our relationship public and then this.

The Dominant accepts the Submissive as his, to own, control, dominate, and discipline during the Term. The Submissive shall always conduct herself in a respectful manner to the Dominant and shall address him only as Sir, Mr. Grey, or such other title as the Dominant may direct.* (James, E L (2012-03-19). Fifty Shades of Grey (p. 168, p.170 and p. 173). Random House. Kindle Edition.)

I gasp as I read the part of calling him Sir. This is no joke. He really wants me to be his. But not as in his girlfriend, but as his submissive. Ugh. The thought doesn't sit well with me. I thought he was a little into kink, and a bit of slap and tickle maybe, but this?! I look at the third page of the contract and cringe at the listed methods of punishment and the questions about how much pain the submissive is willing to endure. Oh, hell to the no.

By page four and the listing of sex toys with genital clamps and butt plugs, I give up. I collect the papers and stuff them back into the envelope. I shove the envelope into my bag, pour my lukewarm tea into the sink, and put my uneaten sandwich into the fridge. My appetite has deserted me.

The phone Christian gave me pings in my bag, but I ignore it. The boiling anger, in the pit of my stomach gets stronger as I think of how I thought we would be a couple, a real couple for Pete's sake, and not something out of the big book of BDSM.

Grabbing my jacket I rush out, bypassing Sawyer and the awaiting Audi. I can very well get myself to work without Christian's help, I scoff as I tread through a puddle on the sidewalk. If he thinks he can just send me a contract like that and expect me to sign it… Well, he can just shove it. I hear Sawyer calling my name, but I don't stop.

"Ana!" Olivia's eyes light up as I walk into the break room during lunch.

"Hey, how are you?" I give her a tight-lipped smile, and make myself a coffee.

"Oh, you know…" she smiles and winks. When I look at her closer, I realize her lipstick is smudged and her cheeks are flushed.

"You have a little something… right here." I rub the corner of my mouth with my thumb. Olivia giggles and grabs a napkin. Her shirt is a bit wrinkly and her skirt askew. It reminds me of how Christian looked in his office when Roz came knocking.

"Ok…Um… You don't have to answer me, but have you just been making out with someone?" I ask.

"No!" She gasps, and I raise my eyebrows at her. Yeah right...

"Well, maybe…" she bites her lip trying not to smile.

"Oh, with whom?"

Olivia mimes locking her lips and throwing away the key.

"I can't tell you."

I squint my eyes at her, but decide to let it pass. After all, if she should ask me the same thing, I wouldn't be able to answer her either. As soon as my thoughts head in the direction of Christian the knot in my stomach returns.

"Fine. I'll just have to torture it out of you some other time." I wink at her, trying desperately to hang onto the light mood.

"Someday I'll tell you. I promise." Olivia grabs my hand. "Thank you Ana, you're the only one here that I can talk to."

"And still, you won't tell me anything…" I smile and shake my head. "I'll see you later, okay?"

As I walk to my desk, I pass Barney, who sneaks into the break room as soon as I've sat down by my desk. I finish the files Roz asked me for, before I dare to check my inbox.

There are at least ten messages from Christian, I skim through them without answering any.

Did you forget your phone at home? I've sent messages but you haven't answered, he writes in one. In another, Ana, why didn't you let Sawyer drive you to work?

Did you have lunch yet? I wish I were there with you, he writes and I fight back the thought of answering him.

Damn it Ana, are you ok? I'm going out of my mind here. He writes in the last one.

I scoff. Was he this worried, when he sent me that stupid contract? Left me to read it alone? Expecting me to just jump through his hoops and submit to his will, without even discussing it with me first? Does he seriously think I'd sign it when he's half a planet away? Well, with all due respect, SIR, you've got another think coming.

I paint all of the emails he's sent me during the day and press delete. I take a deep breath and glance at the time, seems about time-to-get-drunk o'clock to me.

I knock on Roz's door,

"Roz? Do you mind if I leave early today?"

She looks up from her screen, "Did you finish those files I sent?"

"Yes. I saved them in the cloud."

"Ok, well, then you are free to leave, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks Roz."

On my way home, again by bus, just to spite Sir Mr. Grey, I text Kate.

***You and me, out tonight? A xoxo***

***Yay! Where to? K xx***

***Anywhere with booze. Ax***

***LOL, might know a few places ;) K xx***

AN: Thank you all for reading and reviewing!

H xx