A/N: Here's your next installment. Enjoy!
CPOV
I can't believe she bought me silk pajamas I think as I look at myself in the full length mirror in the bathroom. I'm only going to wear the bottoms. I know she likes looking at my body so she'll get a full show tonight. She's turning into a little vixen. I like that. I feel myself getting hard just thinking about her. Calm down little buddy. I know what you want and trust you'll get your fill of her. I run my fingers through my hair and swirl around some mouth wash. I hope you're ready for all this Miss. Steele. I smile thinking of the song I heard a few days ago; I think the neighbors know my name. If they didn't already, they would after tonight. She's going to hate you. That damn voice chimes in ending my blissful moment. Could she really hate me? Ana's not interested in material things, mine or anyone else's so that shouldn't be an issue. You don't like being kept in the dark; neither will she, stupid. I'll have to make her understand that I did this to keep her safe. The media would be all over her because she's with me, the instant they saw us together. I don't want to think about the whack jobs that would try to get to her to get to me. I couldn't handle her getting hurt. I'll do all I can to make her understand.
I push the know-it-all back to the farthest recesses of my dark mind and lock him away. I will not let him reappear and take away from this night anymore. Ana has been in her bedroom for the past 20 minutes. I have no idea what she's doing. I lightly knock and turn the knob to enter but it's locked. "Ana, baby, why is the door locked? What are you doing?" I hear fumbling and the sounds of things being moved around.
"I'm not done yet…I need to finish…give me a few more minutes." She yells back.
"Open the door and I can help you."
"No, I got it. Go relax until I call you." I'll give her a few more minutes and if she's not ready, I'll kick the door open to get her out. I go to the end of the hallway to open the door for the balcony. It should help circulate the air in the apartment. It's stuffy. I'm happy I had a new privacy door and security screen installed. No one should have access to Ana or be able to see her. I make my way back to the living room to grab the champagne and glasses. This surprise really worked out well. Ryan texted me when he was done. He could only find a bottle Cristal. Not my first choice. Not even my third choice but it's the best for the options available and Ana deserves the best.
My phone starts ringing and I know I shouldn't answer but lately, I like talking with him though I'll never admit that to him. I move closer to the windows. It should help muffle the call from Ana. "Smelliott? How's it hanging big bro?"
"How's it hanging? Smelliott? Who the hell are you and what have you done to Christian Grey?"
"Ok, what the hell do you want? Is that the greeting you wanted?"
"That's the response I know how to deal with but you wound me bro. Can't I just call you to see how you're doing and to say what's up?"
"You could but you don't. I recall that the last three phone calls were initiated by me."
"I can't believe you're keeping count. Well, you're not such a pain in the ass anymore. Who knew that could happen? Let's go out tonight; the Grey boys hitting the streets; tons of debauchery let loose on Seattle. It'll be one for the record books. I can be at your place in 30 minutes."
"I can't El; I'm not home this weekend."
His laugh is high pitched. "Are you at Ana's? Seriously? Again? For the whole weekend? Damn Christian I still can't believe you have a girl. You have to bring her to the house. The family needs to meet her. I need to meet her. Mom will lose it and don't get started on Mia. She'd give up shopping to meet her so you know it would be a big deal."
"Whoa, wait a minute! Why is it so hard to believe that I could get a girl? I have it on good authority that I'm a hot piece of ass."
He laughs again. "Whatever you got, you got it from me. All these years watching what I can do to the ladies must have finally rubbed off. I like this girl already. She's making you…almost normal. Bro, I need to ask you something, is she your first."
"Elliott Trevelyan Grey when I see you again I'm going to kick your ass."
"Lay a finger on me, even look at me the wrong way and I'm telling mom you hit me and then I'll tell her about Ana and then she'll hit you. Fine, don't answer the question and you can keep her hidden but we'll get to her sooner or later and when we do, Mia will have her way with her." I will have to keep Mia under control when they do meet. She was so excited that night we had dinner and she caught me singing. She will have a field day.
"I'm not hiding, it's just too soon."
"You really like her don't you?" If this had been a month ago I would have already hung up the phone but he's right, Ana has made it easier to deal with the outside world and my family. I answer him honestly. "Yes El, I like her a lot." I hear Ana call my name. "Listen Lelliot, I gotta go."
"Wait! Wait! When will you be back? We need to have dinner or something and I'm not taking no for an answer or some excuse about some meeting. I want to know everything about this girl. No more half assed info…out with all of it."
"Ok. Wednesday for lunch at the Mile High Club."
"That's it? No bullshit? You and me having lunch and you're cool with that?"
"Yup."
"Great. It'll be my treat."
"Nope."
"Still need to control everything?"
"Yup."
"Wow, lunch with my baby brother and no one had to die for it to happen. I really do like this girl. Enjoy the rest of your weekend little bro."
"You too big bro." As I pull the phone away from my ear I could hear his big belly laugh. I click off the phone, put it on the counter and grab the champagne and glasses in one hand and the tray with the strawberries in the other. Walking into the bedroom, I stop mid- step. My breath hitches; my entire body becomes stiff and rigid causing me to drop the tray of strawberries from my hand. The tray hits the floor sending the chocolate covered fruit everywhere. Ana's baby blues connect from mine. I'm in shock. "Ana, w…what are you doing?"
APOV
Damn it, that hurt! I stubbed my toe on the foot of the bedframe causing the storage boxes to fall to the floor. I rub my achy toe and foot. Great, I'll cripple myself; that should be sexy for Christian. He knocks on the door asking why the door is locked. I can't let him yet. I have few more things to get finish. I yell through the door that I need more time and continue on with what I have planned. I know he's getting restless. I've been in here for a while.
I put away the boxes and open the window. I want the night air to help keep the bedroom cool. If all goes well, it'll get pretty steamy in here. The bed is made and the pillows are fluffed. I light the vanilla scented candle on the dresser. Peeking out the door, I hear him laughing; he must be on the phone. I make a quick dash to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get clean towels. I take a look at myself. Hair is in soft waves; makeup is simple but the red of my lips screams kiss me hard. I decided to wear my recently purchased lacey black bra and matching panties with black lace top stockings. No more cotton undies for this girl; at least when he's here. I'm minty fresh and when I step back into the hallway, Christian is still laughing. I can't hear all of what he's saying but I make out, "I'm a hot piece of ass." That makes me giggle and yes he most definitely is a hot piece of ass.
Back in the bedroom, I slip on the black and white kimono style robe and black stiletto heels I borrowed from Rachel. One last spray of perfume and I slide down to take my position on the floor. I have to tuck my feet in a weird angel to sit comfortably back on them with these shoes. I spread my thighs apart and place my hands on the tops of thighs, palm down. I hope this is correct. I'm doing everything Nancy said I should do. She told me about two positions and I prefer this over the one where I'm bent over with my head on the floor, arms stretched out in front of me. I take a deep breath and count to three. "Christian! Come here please." I call out as loud as I can. I cast my eyes to the floor but I can't close them. I'm too anxious to see what happens when he finds me like this. I hear his feet on the floor and then I see them. Wow, even his naked feet are sexy. Maybe the other position would have been better. I'd be closer and could kiss them. I can see from the hem that he's wearing the pajamas I bought him which makes me smile. I want to look at him but Nancy said that under no circumstances should I be forward. I'm taking a huge risk doing this much. Suddenly something falls to the floor and I see strawberries roll over the floor. My head springs up and Christian is standing there, panic written all over his face. "Ana, what are you doing?" He stutters. I'm on my feet.
"Christian, please don't be upset. I thought you would like it."
"Why would you do this? I didn't tell you to do this."
"Well, we talked about being dominant and submissive; I thought this would be an effective way to start. Did I do it wrong?" He shakes his head but I think it's more in confusion. I take his hand to lead him to the bed but he pulls away. "Talk to me Christian, please. I didn't mean to overstep or make you feel uncomfortable. I thought this is what you wanted."
His face is cold. "How did you know about that position? Who have you been talking too? You said you didn't know anything about BDSM."
"Christian, don't raise your voice at me like that. You were right about Nancy and Mike. She told me what to do this afternoon. That's all I know. She said…"
He cuts me off. "You shouldn't have done this Anastasia. This wasn't how…you were…we were supposed. Screw it!" He's fuming. He tosses the bottle and glasses on the bed and storms off.
"Christian!" I follow behind him stumbling down the hallway; these damn shoes. "Christian!" He moved so quickly that when I enter the living rooms he's pacing back and forth like a caged animal; mumbling under his breath. "What the hell is wrong with you? We talked about this. This is what you said you wanted."
"Leave it alone Anastasia."
"No! Why are you upset?" He turns and looks at me and it's like I don't know him. The Christian that danced with me among the candle made stars, the Christian that held me in his arms and made me feel cherished; this isn't him. He told me once before that he has a dark side and I think that side making an entrance. His turns to look at me, his normally piercing gray eyes are like ice. In two steps he's in front of me. "You've done enough. Clean out your ears. I said to leave it the fuck alone." He stalks past me and leaves the apartment. My heart is breaking.