A/N: Y'all are the best! Many of you have guessed a possible connection between Ana and the author of Foolish. I can't wait for the layers of this story to start peeling away!
We meet Mrs. Robinson in Chapter 9. Let me know what you think of this version of our least favorite child predator.
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CarolinaGrace
Chapter 9
Kate's Lucky Shoes
Changing into date clothes is as simple as switching from nude pumps to Kate's lucky black Louboutins. I'm not sure why I pick her lucky shoes. I'm pretty sure sex with the billionaire is a sure thing tonight. Christian buzzes up to let me know he is downstairs at exactly seven o'clock.
Urgh, do we have to go out to dinner? Cause this man is smoking hot in his dark blue suit and white shirt open at the collar. After waiting a whole week to see him, I nearly ruin my panties at first site. He is leaning against his R8 with his ankles crossed and his hands in his pockets. Hello, GQ model.
I cannot help my grin as I strut to him. Be cool, Steele.
"Good evening, Ms. Steele."
"Hello, Mr. Grey." I stop in front of him with but a few inches to separate us.
Christian stands up straight and runs his hands along my the lapels of my coat. I tilt my head up as he lowers his lips for a very soft kiss. It's official, my panties are wet. This man can take me from zero to sixty at light speed.
He opens the door for me and holds my hand as I lower myself into his sexy two-seater. I make every effort to avoid flashing my silky panties to innocent bystanders. Sorry people of the sidewalk, these lady bits are for Grey eyes only.
As Christian pulls away from the curb, I see Taylor following behind us in the black SUV. The conversation during the car ride is easy. Christian possesses the super hero ability to stay focused on driving while flashing me his panty-dropping pearly whites at just the right moments. His eyes dance with excitement as he asks about my day and tells me about his. We pull up to the Goldfinch Tavern. Christian tosses the valet his keys with a bit of side eye that communicates, "Don't you dare Ferris Bueller this car."
With Christian, sitting at a great table seems to be a given. I wonder if he has to make reservations or do restaurants around Seattle just hold their best tables empty should Mr. Billionaire Batchelor decide to drop by for a meal?
Our dinner is delish. My seafood is fantastic and my nibbles of his steak are just as good. As we wait for dessert, an older blonde woman in a cleavage-baring black dress approaches our table.
"Christian, darling," she purrs. "It is so great to see you. It really has been too long." This woman gives off a weird, overly-familiar vibe.
"Elena, this is my girlfriend, Anastasia Steele." Christian uses his formal, business voice with the Botox queen.
"Anastasia, it's a pleasure to meet you. Christian and I are old friends," she says as she reaches her hand out to me. Her gesture is a bit too 'you may kiss the back of my hand, commoner.' I opt for a hand shake instead. Her skin feels like cold wax.
"Please, call me Ana, Ms…?" I reply. I figure I ought to use her last name. You know, respect for my elders and all.
"It's Lincoln, dear, Elena Lincoln, but you can call me Elena. Christian does," again with her trying-to-be-sexy voice.
Turning her attention back to my date, she continues, "Christian, we absolutely must catch up. I'll have my people call your people on Monday morning to schedule a lunch date for the two of us."
Christian gives her a non-committal hum before turning back to me in a clear dismissal of this wanna-be cougar. Elena pauses for a minute before flashing a disturbing beauty pageant smile and walking away.
"Who is that? She's…odd."
Christian lets out a loud chuckle. "Keen observation. That is a former friend of my parents."
"She acts like she wants to be more than friends with you."
"Yep," he says, popping the p sound. "She made moves on both Elliott and me when we were teenagers. My dad caught her trying to talk me into doing the grown up with her when I was helping her out with some yardwork. Carrick went crazy. My parents immediately cut her out of our lives. My mom dropped her from the Coping Together board and quit going to her salon. My parents made sure to warn people to keep their children away from the she-wolf.
Investigators were able to catch Elena propositioning another teenager. He recorded her very explicit attempts to do the nasty with her. She was convicted of several crimes-against-a-minor charges. Now she is on the sexual offender registry for life. Her husband left her. Her business tanked. She still flits around Seattle thinking that one day her troubles will all blow over. It really is very sad."
Eww, I just touched a child predator. I reach for my clutch for some hand sanitizer.
"Are you going to have lunch with her?"
"Absolutely not! My assistant Andrea knows that Elena Lincoln is on my 'absolutely not' list for calls and appointments. I would never give that crazy woman five minutes of my day. The only people stupid enough to do that are the clueless sugar daddies that she manages to scare up." He nods to the table were the toxic blonde is sitting with a bald, very non-athletic man in a gross brown suit and yellow shirt.
I use a second helping of hand sanitizer just to be safe.
After dinner, Christian drives me back to my apartment. My inner goddess makes her frowny face. I was hoping for some sexy-time back at the glamour fortress. My disappointment must be evident.
"Anastasia, I am hoping that you will come back to Escala with me tonight. I thought that we could stop by your place in case there is anything you need to grab before we go."
I giggle. Silly me. Christian is giving me a chance to grab things and avoid the embarrassment of sending Taylor on an 'Ana's birth control pills run' tomorrow morning. How very thoughtful.
Christian walks me up to my apartment and comes in with me. I grab a bag to throw some things in. He tells me to pack for tomorrow, too. He has something planned that will require warm clothes for the outdoors. Hum, I like that he is planning to spend the day with me. I grab pack my stuff. Only seven more days until the shot takes effect and I can kiss the pills good-bye.
While I am getting stuff together, Christian is checking out my bedroom. He looks through my books and pictures. He picks up my ragged bunny that I sleep with every night.
"Are you going to bring this creature, too?" He teases.
"No, I think that I have something better to snuggle with tonight," I tease as I give him a playful kiss and zip up my bag. "Plus, we are too new for me to be introducing you to my bunny." I kid and toss Bun-Bun back on my bed.
My joke gets a laugh from Christian as he focuses on sending a text from his phone. This is the first time tonight that I have seen him use his phone. Things sure have changed from the boring CEO that spent hours married to his screen.
Christian holds my hand and carries my bag to his car. Back at his apartment, he opens a bottle of wine for us. He flicks on his fireplace. I join him on the couch. When I kick off Kate's lucky Louboutins, Christian brings my feet to his lap and begins to massage them.
We talk about anything and nothing. He tells me about his upcoming office Christmas party and asks me to be his date. Eventually, he asks me what my plans are for Christmas. I tell him that I will be spending it in Montesano with my step-father Ray. When he asks if my mom will be visiting for the holiday, I give a vague answer and deflect the conversation back to asking about his Christmas plans. My mother can be hit-or-miss when it comes to spending holidays together. Along time ago, I learned to enjoy the times I get to see her and let it go when she ghosts on me.
Christian tells me all about his family's Christmas traditions. His mother, Grace, goes all out with decorations and presents. None of her children would dare miss her big Christmas Eve feast. I am struck with how normal and all-American these plans sound. Christian shares stories of previous holidays with gag gifts and sibling pranks.
Before I can overthink Christmas too much, Christian's foot massage changes. He is now rubbing my calves. This subtle change is the impetus to bring me out of my head and back to my sex god. We lock eyes for a moment. His darker shade of grey reflects my own feelings of desire. Christian choreographs a single fluid movement of his body. He goes from sitting with my feet in his lap to lying on top of me. His lips place tender kisses along my collar bones. My hands make their way up his muscular arms to his neck and into his hair. His tongue runs down my jaw until his mouth meets mine. He lowers his body onto me while kissing my lips with slow and steady pressure. My first moan gives his tongue access to my mouth. Christian tastes so sweet. His kisses grow deeper with secret promises of things to come.
Christian runs his hand from my knee up my thigh and beneath the hem of my dress. When he discovers the lacy top of my thigh high stockings, he growls in approval. His hand reaches behind me to wrap around the ribbon connecting my stocking to the garter belt.
"Oh, god, Anastasia. I have to see what is under your dress."
He lifts himself off of me. Before he can push the hem of my dress up, I wiggle out from under him. I stand facing Christian who is sitting on the sofa. I rebuff his attempt to stand by pushing him back into the cushions. I turn to face the fire as I reach up to unzip the back of my dress. Marvin Gaye croons through the sound system as I push the dress off my shoulders and down my legs. I hear Christian groan at the site of my silky panties and bra juxtaposed with the lace of the garter belt. I look back over my shoulder and see a race horse waiting for the starter pistol to go off.
"Come here, Anastasia and let me touch your perfect skin."
I wave my pointer finger back in forth. "Not yet, Mr. Grey. Undo your belt. I have something to give you," I tease playfully. We lock eyes while he unbuckles his belt. I move forward to kneel in front of him. I pop the button to his trousers and unzip them. He lifts so that I can shimmy his pants and boxer briefs down.
I take pause to study the size of his member. There is no way that this is normal. He is nearly as thick as my wrist. His length is just as impressive. His erection is a site to behold.
Summoning all the wisdom Cosmopolitan has to offer, I wrap my hand around the base of his dick and lower my mouth to the tip. I let my tongue circle the tip and lap up the pearls of pre-cum. Christian moans in appreciation. I must be doing something right.
My tongue continues to circle as my hand strokes. Feeling brave, I take more of him into my mouth. Another groan of appreciation. Christian's hands gather all of my hair into a makeshift pony tail. With the hair out of the way, I look up at his face. He is staring down at me with a look of complete adoration. Yeah, me!
I break our stare to focus back on his pleasure stick. I lick up and down the bottom of his shaft. I explore the general vicinity and take his balls into my mouth while I continue to stroke him. I can nearly feel his pulse as he grows harder and his moans become more frequent. His breathing quickens.I can tell Christian is exercising great control to keep his breathing slow and steady.
Getting more comfortable, I attempt to take him deep. He reaches the back of my throat before I have him all the way in.
"Fuuuuuccckkkk, Anastasia. Baby, I'm going to cum. Let go if you don't want to swallow."
Never one to shy away from extra credit, I continue to work his dick while he releases stream after stream of thick saltiness. With a little help from Anastasia Fierce, I swallow like the champion that I am. When Christian finally slumps back, I climb back up on the couch, breathless and sweaty.
Taking no more than 60 seconds to recover, Christian kicks of his knickers and throws me over his shoulder. Anastasia Fierce takes a victory lap as we head to his highness's bedroom where he takes me twice before we pass out in a sweaty nest of orgasmic bliss.
This morning, I joined Christian in the shower for some soapy goodness. Christian took me bent over with my hands pressed against the wall. Just as I was about to cum, he paused to spank me hard. I came with trembling legs as the slaps echoed across the marble surround. When we were done, Christian scooped the puddle of Anastasia Steele off the shower floor and wrapped me in a towel before carrying me back to bed to sleep off the orgasm fatigue.
After I woke up, we went to a Christmas tree farm where we found the perfect spruce for the penthouse. Christian used his rugged man-bod to saw down our selection. He and Taylor loaded it onto the top of the SUV to cart home.
Back at Christian's apartment, Gail offered us warm apple cider spiked with caramel vodka. We sipped our hot toddies while playing Christmas music. We decorated the tree with lights and crystal icicles. Taylor and Gail joined in the fun by adding a sparkling star to the top of our creation. The four of us enjoyed Gail's Christmas cookies while the fireplace crackled.
Christian suggested that we watch a movie after dinner. Feeling all kinds of Christmassy, I suggested that we watch Christmas Vacation, my most favorite of all holiday flicks. Of course, Mr. Grey has a home theater with a big screen and surround sound. We popped some corn and cuddled together on the reclining sofa while Clark Griswold and Cousin Eddie whipped us into more holiday cheer.
When the movie was over, I shuffled back to Christian's room barely able to keep my eyes open. We got ready for bed in companionable silence. It seemed so normal for us to brush our teeth side-by-side. I had no qualms about washing my face and going through my nightly skin care routine as Christian watched. I chose one of his t-shirts to sleep in. Even clean, it smelled like his magical elixir. I buried my nose in the collar to maximize my smelling pleasure. Christian laughed as he climbed in bed and returned the favor by burying his nose in my hair and inhaling deeply. He took me tenderly before we fell asleep in the light of the Seattle moon.
As I drifted into dreamland, I couldn't help but feel that we were writing the scipt for a Hallmark Christmas movie. So this is what having a boyfriend feels like…
It is now Sunday afternoon. Kate and I stand silently in front of her closet. We are both trying to decide what to wear to have dinner with Christian and Elliott's parents at their house. Kate has been to many Grey family Sunday dinners, but this will be my first. Kate is not even sure that Grace and Carrick are aware that Christian is bringing a guest.
I go with dark jeans and an over-sized cowl neck sweater. I pair the ensemble with heeled, suede booties. Kate, more confident in her place within the Grey clan, wears leggings and a plaid, flannel tunic. She accessorizes with an infinity scarf and chic below-the-knee riding boots.
Since Christian has to work and Elliott is doing whatever it is he does on Sundays, Kate drives us to the Grey's house in Bellevue. Pulling into the tree-lined drive of the palatial property, I see that Christian and Elliott were clearly raised with silver spoons in hand.
Mia greets us at the door before her parents make it to the entry hall. Grace is a beautiful woman with kind eyes and a welcoming presence. When Mia announces that Christian and I are dating, the conversation takes a pause for just a beat. Grace and Carrick recover quickly from their stunned silence and usher us into the living room for drinks.
Christian and Elliott appear through a back entrance. Christian greets me with a warm hug and a kiss that leaves no doubt that we are, in fact, an item. Grace and Carrick exchange stunned glances. I guess Kate was right.
We move to the dining room where dinner is served by a rather peculiar girl named Gretchen. Despite their affluence, I find the Grey family to be absolutely charming. The three siblings banter and tease each other with loving familiarity. Grace and Carrick keep the conversation light and easy. They ask me all of the standard 'get-to-know-you' questions. When Kate feels like I don't give enough detail, she jumps in to boast about my 4.0 GPA and job at SIP. I try to send her ESP to chill out, but what can I say? My bestie loves me.
Over dessert, the conversation turns to Kate and Elliott's wedding plans. When Grace asks Kate if she is worried that the COVID virus in China might come to the States and disrupt wedding plans, Elliott shoots his mother a 'don't go there' stare. Kate replies that she is hoping for the best and has confidence that scientists will get the epidemic under control before it becomes a pandemic. Everyone is smart enough to agree with Kate and the crisis is averted, for now.