Leave me your coments.

BirdsandStars

I sit in my chair and open the mail. If I don't tell Kate, she'll kill me for sure.

From: Anastasia Steele

To: Kate Kavanagh

Date: Thursday, 06/09/2016, 9:11 AM

Subject: WEEDING!

We have a busy day tomorrow, I'll pick you up at Elliot's house to go shopping. I need a dress.

Ana

Kate answered me quickly.

From: Kate Kavanagh

To: Anastasia Steele

Date: Thursday, 06/09/2016, 9:12 AM

Subject: WEEDING!

It's still a long way to the wedding, Ana. It's not necessary to be away for a day to choose a dress. Can we go on Saturday?

Kate

I don't think Kate understood.

From: Anastasia Steele

To: Kate Kavanagh

Date: Thursday, 06/09/2016, 9:14 AM

Subject: SATURDAY!

Saturday is too late, the wedding is on Sunday.

Ana

The phone started ringing a few seconds after the mail came out.

—Yes. —I answered in my best neutral voice.

—You're getting married on Sunday? —she shouts from the other side of the line.

—Only if you come with me to get a dress tomorrow.

—That's a fact. But what about our job.

—I'll take care of it.

—Okay, and you need a bachelorette party.

—No! —I scream and then I cover my mouth. —I don't need strippers, Kate. —I have a boyfriend who's better off than any stripper she'd ever want.

—Okay, but it won't be any fun without alcohol and strippers. —she says too short.

—If you say so. I'll pick you up tomorrow. —I tell her while she hangs up mumbling something I couldn't quite hear.

I open a new e-mail and contact HR to manage two substitutes for tomorrow, explaining the urgent situation that has arisen.

The phone rings. This time I look at the screen before answering. It's Christian. I took a deep breath. And then I think of something I've never done before in my life. I pick up and change the tone of my voice to one that I guess sounds sexy enough on the other end of the line.

—Yes, Mr Grey. —I answer with my best imitation of a sexy, perverted secretary.

The line goes silent.

—Mr Grey? Are you all right? —I'm curious because I'm not getting an answer from the other side.

—Yes. Excuse me. Come with the agenda so you can catch me up. —he says to me as he hangs up.

Without thinking twice, I take the agenda and go into his office. Christian doesn't miss a move of mine as I walk over to sit on the couch in front of his desk. He gets up, turns over his desk and sits down next to me.

—What happened to you on the phone? You were mute for a moment. —I ask him, holding a smile as he squints before answering.

—Do you talk to everyone in that sexy voice I just heard?

—I didn't think you'd notice the difference. —I answer with the same phrase he said to me.

Christian just smiles at me.

—You don't have to worry, I only talk to you that way, and I only did it today. —I tell him as I give him a smile.

—I'm glad to hear that. Now how about my sexy, perverted personal assistant catching me up on my agenda. —he says to me as I open the agenda with a smile.

After I'm done with the schedule, I walk him through the departments. Where we take the longest time is in nanotechnology and we go back to the office at lunchtime.

Kate joins us for lunch at our usual spot. And once we're done, we go back to the office. The rest of the afternoon Christian is very busy with several pending meetings that had been postponed and with the occasional project discussion. Well into the afternoon, HR confirms that we will be replacing our positions tomorrow.

Kate says goodbye to me at 5:30pm and I stay there waiting for the project discussion Christian is in to finish.

It's 6:30pm. The meeting is taking longer than it should. I get my cell phone and dial Elliot, who answers me quickly.

—Congratulations, Ana. —he says to me very cheerfully. Apparently Kate has already given him the news.

—Thank you. —and for a moment I forget why I called him. —I was calling to see if we could get a table at one of your restaurants to celebrate.

—For my friends and family, there's always a table available. What time?

—I don't know, maybe two hours from now.

—It'll be ready by the time they get here, Ana. I will prepare a table for you at the Little Star for your impending wedding. —I don't know why, his comment makes me laugh.

—Thank you. —I say with a smile.

—You don't have to, just enjoy your dinner. —he says to me as he hangs up.

Twenty minutes later, the door to Christian's office opens and everyone, except him, leaves the office, says goodbye to me and walks to the elevator.

When they get lost in the hallway, I get out of my chair and walk into his office. I stop as soon as I open the door. Christian has his back to me. He has taken off his jacket and tie, which are resting on the back of his chair while he looks through some documents on the table. His shirt sleeves are rolled up at elbow level. And without turning towards me, I imagine that he also has two shirt buttons unbuttoned.

I walk in his direction and only when he feels my footsteps does he turn towards me with a radiant smile. I'm right, he has the top buttons unbuttoned. Christian wraps his hands around my waist when I stop in front of him.

—I thought that meeting would never end. —he says to me as he moves his lips towards my neck.

—So did I. —I answer in a barely audible whisper.

—We should go out to dinner somewhere tonight to celebrate. —he says as he kisses my neck and stands up.

—I've already made reservations at the best restaurant in town. —I say with a smile as I leave his side and walk to the panoramic windows. He doesn't follow me.

I've never stopped here at this hour. The view of the city at night, from this height, I love it. I feel Christian's footsteps stop behind me, but he doesn't touch me.

—Where did you reserve?—he asks with curiosity.

—It turns out my best friend is the chef's girlfriend. —I answer with a smile.

He steps forward, and I can feel his breath on my neck again, while his body sticks to mine from behind.

—What time is the reservation?—he asks as he hugs me around the waist and our gazes meet in the reflection of the glass.

—In about an hour and 40 minutes.

I can see by the reflection of the glass how Christian looks at the time on his watch.

—All right, we've got a half hour before the security guard makes his rounds. —he says to me as he kisses my neck.

And as his hands start to pull up my dress, I realize what his intentions are. And I grab his hands with mine.

—Christian. Someone can see us from another building. —I tell him as he laughs against my neck.

—So what's the tinted glass for? —he asks me as he goes down my neck and kisses my collarbone and I close my eyes with a groan.

—Are the windows tinted? —I ask in a gasp as I let go of his hands.

I never noticed that before. From in here you can see the city so clearly that I would never have imagined it.

—Put your hands on the glass. —he asks me as his hand reaches into my already wet panties.

I do what he asks while he puts a finger inside me and my body arches involuntarily against his hand.

—Now. —he says, stopping the movement of his finger inside me.

I open my eyes and our burning gazes connect in the glass.

—I want you to tell me exactly how you imagined us fucking here in the office.

Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!

My fantasies were too private to share. Not to mention they were too perverted. Well. Although after last night the word "perverted" has taken on another meaning for me.

—Ana! —pulls me out of my thoughts by moving his finger slightly inside.

—Against the panoramic glass. —I say quickly as I see him smile.

He pulls his finger out of me and quickly I feel his pants unbuttoning behind me. He lifts up the dress and quickly pulls down my panties. I can feel the tip of his limb playing against my sex.

—And how did you imagine it would take you? —he says as he begins to enter me. —Slow and sexy or hard and wild? —he asks as he quickly finishes entering me, making a moan escape.

—I always imagined you possessing me wildly. —I answered as he put one of his hands up to my breasts and pressed them over the fabric.

—Don't move your hands from the glass. —he said to me as he put the other hand on my shoulder and began to move delightfully inside me.

His movements began to become more raw, harder, more intense. Christian raised his hand to my neck, as he stepped forward and pressed me more against the glass. Each attack was stronger than the last. And each one made me groan louder. My hands needed to hold on to something. But underneath my fingers there was only glass. Each new movement brought me closer to orgasm. Christian slipped a finger across my half-open lips and I couldn't help but slide my tongue across it and then suck on it. I groaned against his finger as my walls tightened around his limb.

—Ana! —moaned Christian against my neck. —Look at me! Open your eyes! —he asked me.

I opened my eyes. Our eyes met in the reflection of the glass. The most erotic image I'd ever seen in my life. Christian's face decomposing with pleasure just like mine when the orgasm came to both of us a few seconds later.

—I'd like to take you on the table too, against the door, on the floor, on the sofa and on every possible fucking surface. —he says in a gasp as I can't stand the laughter.

—I think the security guard would be shocked. —he replied with a smile.

—The guard! —he says quickly as he comes out of inside me.

I turn around and see him quickly pulling up his boxer shorts. I laugh as I watch him.

—Are you amused by the situation? —he says with a smile as he finishes buttoning up his pants.

—Very much. —I say to him as I do the same thing, put my panties back on and adjust my dress.

Christian approaches me with his eyes closed.

—Do you think it would be fun to be watched while we have sex? —he asks me with an eyebrow raised.

—I don't think I like that part. —I told him remembering when we were on the island and Elliot had almost caught us in the act.

Christian comes up to me, puts his hands on my waist and sticks his lips to mine.

—You know there are places where they have that kind of sex, Ana. —he says to me in a whisper while I shudder. —Where people go, either to be observed or to participate in sexual exchanges. —his hands go down to my buttocks. —Where they can make the most perverted of your fantasies or the craziest dream you've ever had come true. —he says as he steals a kiss from me and walks away from me smiling.

I stare at him, while I feel my breath speed up and my heart pumping harder, again. What Christian had just told me had made me excited, and I didn't understand why.

—My most perverted fantasy came true when you took me against the panoramic glass of your office. — I tell him with a smile.

Which made me wonder if he had any, and if I would be able to make it come true for him.

I've always been pretty shy, actually. And I can't imagine having sex while other people are watching me. Although that's not entirely true. I still remember a dream I had a long time ago. I don't think I'll ever forget that dream in my life. It's impossible for me to forget a dream as intense as that one, where I had two Christian's in front of me ready to satisfy all my needs.

But I know I'm not mentally prepared to ask Christian to have a threesome. Which made me wonder if he ever did.

—Have you ever had a threesome? —I ask him like it's nothing.

He asked me the same thing a while back. I know that's one of the main things all men fantasize about. Having two women to themselves. Christian looks at me in amazement at the boldness of my question.

—Better sit down, this conversation can't be held standing up. —he says to me as he pulls my hand towards the sofa.

We sit down and he stares at me. I thought he would be upset by my question, but his face shows my favorite smile, the one that shows the dimples.

—Why do you want to know?

—I don't know. —I tell him as if nothing happened. As if I had no other ulterior motive.

Christian looks at me a bit more seriously now.

—Yes. —I didn't expect this answer.

—Yes you did, or yes, it's every man's fantasy.

—Yes, I did.

—So you've fulfilled your sexual fantasy. —I say emboldened.

I think the opportunity to fulfill his sexual fantasy has just vanished. Yes, because I would do anything to satisfy his sexual desires. Anything at all.

—Why do you think that was my sexual fantasy, Ana?—he asks me curiously.

—Isn't it every man's fantasy?—I ask without understanding anything.

—Not mine. —he says to me with a perverted smile.

This is new. I smile at him as I ask him the question I want him to truly answer.

—What's your sexual fantasy? —I ask him now, intrigued and curious.

But he just smiles at me. And there I stand like an idiot, staring at him and waiting for an answer I knew he wouldn't give me. Why did I ask him in the first place?

—My fantasy... —he began, making me open my eyes to the surprise. —at least one of them, is to join the Mile High Club. —he says as I squint my eyes trying to understand what he's saying.

—Mile high club? —I'm curious, not knowing what he means.

—You don't know what it is? —he asks in amazement.

—Should I know? —I ask once again.

—It's no secret to anyone. It's an exclusive club that many want to join.

—Are there any requirements to join the club?

—Not many, but I'm going to make sure you join the club along with me. —he says to me as he steals a kiss from me. —Now why don't we go to our reservation.

While we're in the car, I can't stop thinking about the Mile High Club. I look at Christian and he smiles at me. I know he's not telling me everything about this exclusive club he wants to belong to.

And I don't know why he assumes I should know him. During college I had few friends and we never really talked about sex. Which makes me wonder. What does the club have to do with one of his sexual fantasies? I stare at Christian while he looks back at me with a smile. I shake my head to both sides and decide to stop thinking about this. Because if I don't, I know I'm going to go crazy.