Disclaimer: I do not own the Fifty Shades Trilogy, I am just having a bit of fun with the characters, and making no profit.
AN: Hey! So none of my WIP's are abandoned - I know I can sometimes go REALLY long between updates, and I apologize, but I have a super demanding job. Since I'm currently under quarantine working from home, I find I have a bit more free time, hence the updates! I love all my WIPS and will see them all completed eventually! Please enjoy this next chapter, and keep your eyes peeled for more updates!
The rest of the week flew by, and she was slightly disappointed when she hadn't bumped into Christian again in the office after bringing him a coffee on Tuesday morning. Aside from a few flirty texts, it had mostly been radio silence from him. She supposed that he must be extremely busy having only recently acquired Random House, and she herself had quite a bit on her plate to occupy her time, but she couldn't help the niggling feeling that he had finally come to his senses and decided she wasn't worth his time. Just as she was contemplating what she was going to make for dinner, while spending the night alone in her flat, her phone buzzed with an incoming text from Mia.
Ana! We're going clubbing tonight. I won't take no for an answer, I'll pick you up from Random House in 5…you need an outfit ;)
Ana sighed. She had promised Mia that she would go check out some club with her that she had mentioned wanting to go to, and chuckled when she remembered the kinky sex club Christian had brought her to the weekend before; if Mia only knew what sort of kinky fuckery her brother was into she'd have a stroke…not that she was going to tell her.
Fine. But I'm paying!
Ana stood, tossing her phone in her purse, and made her way down to the lobby to wait for Mia.
Right on cue, Mia's dark gray BMW pulled up to the curb, and the dark tinted window lowered revealing a smirking Mia. "Get in! We're going shopping!" Mia exclaimed excitedly.
Ana rolled her eyes, "Mia, you're not buying me any more clothes." She stated firmly as she scooted into the passenger seat.
"Oh, I'm not." Mia said trying to suppress a knowing grin but didn't bother to elaborate.
Ana furrowed her brows as she looked over at Mia; she clearly knew that Ana didn't have what you would call a disposable income that would allow her to buy a new outfit for every day of the week, so what the hell was she up to?
Before she could interrogate her further, they pulled into the parking lot of a trendy looking boutique, and Ana's eyes widened in surprise when she saw Taylor's SUV parked out front.
Before Mia could open the door, Ana grabbed her arm, "Why is Christian's driver here?" she asked, looking at her pointedly.
Mia had the grace to look sheepish, and bit her lip thoughtfully, "I may have mentioned to Christian that I was going to take you clubbing tonight. He insisted on joining us….I hope you don't mind? Anyway, he bribed me with clothes."
Mind? She was ready to do a back handspring!
"Of course I don't mind, though I'm not so sure I feel comfortable with him buying me clothes." Ana admitted, remembering the leather corset and microskirt he had chosen for her last time the last time she had allowed him to buy her an outfit.
Mia merely waved a hand at her dismissively, "Honestly, Ana, it's no big deal. He buys me clothes all the time, its not as if he can't afford it."
While what Mia said was technically true, the reminder of how different she and Christian really were, and the sort of world they lived in was hard to ignore.
"Fine. But this is the last time!" Ana huffed as she slid out of the passenger seat, following Mia to the entrance of the boutique.
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Ana let out a relieved breath when she saw that there wasn't a dog collar in site. As her eyes swept the displays, they fell on a short black dress that looked to be made out of silk, that had a deep v-neck cowl, and her hand moved to touch the soft fabric. When she lifted the tag and saw the price, her instinct was to immediately put it back and look for something less expensive, but Mia gasped from behind her before she could move away.
"You have to try that on!", Mia gushed plucking the hanger off the rack and holding it up to Ana.
"Are you sure? I mean, it doesn't look much bigger than a dish towel…" Ana said trying to come up with any excuse she could to look for something a little less pricey.
"Ana, honey, I think that is the point." Mia snorted, and shooed her towards the changing room.
The changing room was small, but big enough her to wriggle out of her work clothes and slip the silky material over her head. She smoothed her hands down her torso, turning this way and that, noting how the material fell just low enough to cover her ass. The v neck dipped almost to her navel, and she was sure that with one wrong move, she would pull a Janet Jackson and expose her nipple to everyone in the club.
"Ana, have you got it on? let me see!" Mia asked excitedly from outside the changing room door.
With a sigh, Ana opened the door, and stepped out of the changing room, expecting Mia to laugh.
Instead, Mia gasped in delight and clapped her hands, "You are so getting that. Oh my god, Ana that dress looks hot on you!"
Ana raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Mia, I'm practically naked! What if my boob falls out?! You can't seriously expect me to wear this in public!"
The thought, 'As if you hadn't already worn less…' flitted through her mind, but she quickly pushed that aside. Mia didn't know about anything that had gone on between she and Christian, and the NDA she had signed ensured she never would.
"Oh please, flashing a nipple is hardly noteworthy, I mean Paris Hilton flashes her twat like every other day." Mia waved her hand dismissively.
Ana scoffed, "Ok then, what did you find?" Ana asked raising an eyebrow at Mia, hoping whatever she was about to try on was as revealing as hers. She didn't want to feel naked alone.
Mia bit her lip before giving Ana a shark-like grin and pulled out a gold mini-dress from behind her back that was as short as Ana's and even more revealing if that was possible; it was backless and left even less to the imagination.
"Does your brother know he's buying that for you?" Ana teased
Mia chuckled, "Not a friggin clue."
Ana bit her lip and stifled a laugh, imagining the look on Christian's face when he saw his sister wearing the equivalent of what looked like a gold sparkly napkin. Looking back at her own dress, the thought of him witnessing nipplegate might not be so bad.
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Mia honked her horn out front, and Ana took one last look in the mirror making sure her nipples were hidden from view and her lipstick hadn't bled. Her hair was pulled back into a long dark puffed up pony-tail, giving her the effect of a slight fauxhawk, and her eyes with lined with a smoky black kohl eyeliner that she never would have managed herself; thank god for Youtube. She grabbed her small black clutch that Mia insisted she get to match her dress, and her black Louboutin's that she was becoming very familiar with as of late and headed out the door.
"Woo! Look at you, girl!" Mia shouted as Ana made her way over to her car, and slipped inside, wanting to melt into her seat.
"My neighbors probably think I'm a hooker" Ana mumbled sarcastically as she ducked down in the seat feeling somewhat better about her own outfit when she took in Mia's…or lack thereof.
"So where are we going exactly?" Ana asked conversationally, watching the scenery flash by un a blur out of her passenger side window.
"Cirque Le Soir" Mia answered, "It's where all the A-listers go. You know, I heard Beyoncé was there just last week!"
Ana hummed and shrugged her shoulders, seemingly unimpressed.
"What? You don't like Beyoncé?" Mia asked looking suddenly scandalized.
Ana snorted, "I'm more of a 80's kind of girl."
Thankfully, Mia pulled up to the valet parking, and stepped out of the car, handing the keys to the attendant.
As they headed inside, the lights were flashing, and she could feel the heavy base thumping through her chest. There were dancers or rather contortionists on pedestals looking like human works of art, and a sea of bodies writhed on the dancefloor in rhythm with the music.
"Let's grab a drink" Mia shouted next to her ear, as she pulled Ana towards the bar. The bartender was wearing a tight-fitting button down shirt with the top few buttons left undone. He looked like he belonged on the cover of Playgirl rather than behind a bar, but Ana wasn't complaining. She almost choked when Mia ordered a 'red headed slut' for herself, before turning to Ana to ask her what she wanted. It hadn't escaped her notice that Mia also happened to be sporting a red wig.
"I'll just take a glass of red wine" she answered not wanting to draw any further attention to herself.
"Anastasia."
She felt a shiver run down her spine when she recognized Christian's voice close behind her. He was standing close enough that she could feel his body heat radiating through his clothes against her skin, and she longed to melt back against him.
"Christian." She turned around to give him a shy smile, allowing him to get an eyeful of her dress, hopefully sans nipple.
"You look beautiful." He said, lifting her hand to kiss the back of her knuckles in a move that made her want to swoon.
"So do you…" she whispered breathlessly, "Look edible…I mean Incredible!" she stammered feeling the blush rise to her cheeks.
He smirked, catching her slip of tongue, and placed his hand on the small of her back, as he began to lead her over to a booth. When his eyes finally landed on Mia, he stopped in his tracks.
"Mia, what the fuck are you wearing?" he whispered furiously, slipping off his black leather jacket and making a desperate attempt to cover her.
"What? It's Couture." She rolled her eyes and sniffed, pushing the jacket away from her as she continued walking to the booth.
Ana glanced back and forth between them and bit back a smirk. The pouty look on Christian's face as he watched his sister traipse through the club half naked was priceless.
"Leave her be, Christian, I've learned arguing with her is futile." Ana sighed turning to give him a sympathetic look.
"Well, that's the last time I allow Taylor to buy her outfits." He mumbled shooting his sister a glare as he slipped into the seat beside Ana.
Wanting to lift his spirits, Ana slipped her hand below the table and let her hand rest on his thigh. He saw him eye her appreciatively out of the corner of her eye, not wanting to make it obvious to Mia that she was gearing up to fondle her brother.
"Oh!" Mia shouted suddenly and jumped up from the booth, as she started moving towards the dance floor, "Ana, its Beyoncé!" she said excitedly as she ran off to dance.
Once they were alone, he shifted to the other side of the table, and Ana felt momentarily bereft, as if she'd done something wrong.
"I'm going to fuck you tonight." He said bluntly, as he locked eyes with her.
Okay, so maybe she hadn't done anything wrong…
She choked on her wine at his pronouncement and blushed fiercely.
"Is that so, Mister Gray?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and biting her bottom lip as she looked at him from beneath her lashes.
"Yes." He answered, taking a sip of his wine as if he was merely discussing the weather.
Her voice trembled slightly, overwhelmed with lust, "How?"
"First, I'm going to take off that little dress of yours, and I'll be pleased to discover that you're wearing nothing underneath." He continued, not breaking eye contact.
Well, strictly speaking she was wearing panties, but maybe she could discreetly remove them before they got back to his house…
"And what if I was wearing panties? What would you do?" she asked in the same hushed whisper, unconsciously leaning over the table towards him.
"I'd rip them off."
Fuck.
The rush of wetness that flooded her underwear at his words made her wonder if she'd have a wet spot on her dress.
"Oh…" she said dumbly, taking a rather large gulp of her wine.
He watched in amusement, as she downed her entire glass of wine, and plucked the empty glass from her fingers.
"I'm all for testing limits, Anastasia, but I'll need you conscious tonight."
She bit her lip, allowing the thoughts of all the ways he could possibly take her to drift through her mind.
Thankfully, Mia chose that moment to slip back in the booth beside Ana, offering a welcome distraction from her lusty thoughts.
"Ana come dance with me! I think that hunky bartender has had his eyes on me all night, and I want to give him something to look at."
"Jesus Christ, Mia, I'm sitting right here." Christian groaned pinching the bridge of his nose as if he felt a headache coming on.
"Kill joy" Mia muttered under her breath as she dragged Ana out of the booth and out onto the dancefloor.
Ana could feel his eyes on her as she swayed her hips to the beat, the bass making her whole body thrum to the beat. She decided to take a page out of Mia's book, and give him a show. She let her hands slide down her torso as she moved her head to the side, her eyes slipping closed as she let the music be her guide.
"Ana."
Distantly, she thought she heard someone calling her name, but she was lost to the beat as she continued to move her body.
"Ana!"
This time her eyes snapped open to meet Mia's wide eyes stare and rather frantic hand gestures towards her chest.
"Um, your nipples are showing."
