I find a place to park a block away from the apartment. It's still raining, so I won't have much choice but to get wet. I get out of the car and run to the building. By the time I get there, I'm completely wet. I head dripping wet towards the front desk.

—Good afternoon, I need to go up to see Christian. —I say to the older man behind the reception who looks me up and down.

—Are you Ana Steele? —he suddenly asks me.

—Yes. — I answer hesitantly.

—Do you have any identification to prove it?— luckily I took my purse.

I look for my ID and hand it to him.

—Thank you. —he says, handing me back my ID. —Excuse me, I have orders not to let anyone into the penthouse.

Apparently I am not anyone.

—Here, enter that code in the elevator and it will take you up to the apartment.

—Thank you. —I say as I take the paper with trembling hands.

I thought it was going to be more difficult to access his apartment. But apparently I'm the only one authorized to go up. And now I'm wondering why. The elevator doors open and I step inside. I read the code one more time, already blurry from my wet hands. I introduce it into the panel and the doors close. As I ascend the anxiety is killing me, even though I know he's not there. The doors open on his floor and I step inside in search of him.

—Christian! —I shout, but I get no answer.

The phone starts ringing and I walk over to him. It's the front desk.

—Yes. —I answer.

—I forgot to inform you that Mr. Christian is not here.

—I'm going to wait for him for a while and if he doesn't show up I'll leave.

—All right.

I hang up the phone and stare at the floor where a small puddle of water has formed. Shit! I walk briskly to his room and go straight to the bathroom. I take off all my clothes and jump into the shower. Since I'm here, why not take a bath. I turn on the shower and wait for the hot water to fall on my rain—chilled skin. Delicious. I also need to wash my hair, the rain doesn't sit well. I turn around looking for the shampoo and get a surprise. It's the same brand I use. Strange. But I don't think anything of it.

As soon as I'm done I wrap my hair in a towel and my body in another. I feel much better now. I I could use something to drink though, if it's strong, all the better. I need liquid courage to face him when he arrives and demand explanations. I walk with a determined step towards the kitchen and as soon as I enter the foyer I stop abruptly.

Christian is there, his back to me as he pours himself a glass of wine. But he is not alone. Elena is next to him receiving the glass of wine he offers her. And then he freezes, looking at me.

—Ana! What are you doing here?

—I came to talk, but it looks like you're busy, so I'd better go.

I turn back to his room again in search of my wet clothes. This was a bad idea.

—Where are you going Ana! —he shouts behind me.

I ignore him and don't answer, I'm coming to the room.

—You're not leaving again! Not without talking!

I enter the room, but I don't even make it to the bathroom when he pulls my hand towards him and I crash against his body.

—Let me go Christian!

—Never, I'll only leave you when you don't want me, and you want me Ana.

And then he crashes his lips against mine. I resist, I don't want him to kiss me, not when he's been fucking my boss and god knows what else. His hands press me against his body and I put my hands between us, trying to push him away, but I can't. He's stronger than me. For a second I manage to separate his lips from mine.

—Sto...— but I can't finish speaking.

His lips take mine again with desperation, biting and tugging at my lower lip. And I can't help it, a moan escapes my lips and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss and slip his tongue into my mouth. And that is my undoing. As soon as our tongues touch, an explosion of pure desire runs through me.

My hands stop pushing him away and I stop resisting his kiss and wrap them around his neck as I pull his body closer to mine. At some point, before I reach the bed, the towel on my body disappears as does the towel in my hair.

Only when I fall on the bed, his mouth disappears from mine and begins to descend my body, warming my skin in its path. I clutch the bed sheet tightly as he bites and pulls on one of my nipples. I gasp, moan and writhe in pleasure as he continues his tasting of my body. The light beard on his face leaves a delicious tingling sensation on my skin as he moves down my belly and beyond. He spreads my legs and holds them open as his mouth begins to devour me.

I close my eyes as I let myself be carried away by the pleasure growing inside me. He slides one of his hands down my leg and slips a finger inside me. And his tongue. That damn tongue makes me convulse with pleasure as he swirls it in circles and licks over and over on my clit. My body begins to tense and he increases the intensity of his caresses. He inserts another finger that begins to press against my front wall. I bite my lower lip avoiding moaning. We haven't even closed the door and Elena is in the kitchen.

Fuck!

We shouldn't be doing this when he hasn't even explained himself to me.

—Christian! —I scream his name mixed with a moan.

But he just moans against my sex and that hum makes me more aroused. I can feel my sex throbbing with desire and ecstasy before his no longer so delicate caresses.

—The door! —I manage to say to him as my body tenses completely before the imminent orgasm.

But he just continues with his hot tongue devouring my sex, biting, moving his fingers inside me. I throw my head back at the impending orgasm that will burst inside me in a moment. His other hand moves up my body to one of my breasts and squeezes it hard several times before pulling hard on the nipple. And that's it. The orgasm sweeps away what little sanity I had left as I scream with pleasure while Christian continues to devour me, giving me no respite.

Little by little my moans stop as his mouth devours me. I feel an emptiness as he pulls his fingers out of me. He gives me one last lick, which makes me shudder, before he pulls out from between my legs and smiles at me.

—Now that you're more relaxed, get dressed and come, I'm going to prepare dinner. —he says as he gets up from the bed.

—Dinner? Christian, we need to talk.

—We'll talk during dinner.

—But Elena...

He comes back to the bed and brings his face close to mine.

—I told you it's not what you imagine, come to dinner and you'll understand everything. —he kisses me and leaves the room.

I am stunned as I watch him leave the room. Get dressed? But my clothes are all wet on the bathroom floor. I get out of bed and go to the dressing room.

Oh my goodness! I go into the dressing room and am even more stunned. Inside the dressing room, where until yesterday there were only casual clothes, tailored suits, shoes and ties there is now a section with women's clothes. I walk over and slide my hand down the beautiful dresses hanging there. But there are not only dresses, there are also jeans, blouses, dress shoes and sneakers.

What does it all mean?

I stare at the drawers and decide I don't want to know what else is inside. I grab a pair of jeans and a blouse. The clothes are new, still have the tags on them and the amazing thing is that they are my size. I fix my hair a little before heading out to the kitchen. Christian has a lot of explaining to do.

When I get there, Elena is sitting at the bar with a glass of wine in her hand while Christian is on the other side preparing dinner. As soon as Christian feels my footsteps he turns to me. He looks me up and down and smiles at me. I arrive next to Elena and Christian offers me a glass of wine before refilling Elena's glass.

I take a sip of wine.

—Ana...— he says pausing and smiling at me and then at Elena. — Elena is my sister.

I choke on the wine and start coughing. I didn't expect this. Christian comes over to me and gently taps me on my back.

—Are you all right?

—Yes, thank you.

—Why don't you sit down. —he offers me a bar stool.

I sit down next to Elena who smiles at me. I'm not the one to demand anything from her, but why didn't anyone say anything? But there are other details besides the fact that they don't look alike. I remember that Elena was astonished when I told her who was the candidate for Men Fitness magazine. Now I understand everything much better. The kiss she gave him on the cheek, the smile she gave him, the affectionate way she touched him.

—Why didn't you ever tell me? —I ask Christian, who turns around briefly.

—I didn't think it was important, I never thought you would misinterpret everything.

—But you don't have the same last names?

—Christian uses his biological mother's last name. —she answers me while she takes a sip of her wine.

—I'm a little confused, let me see if I understand. Rodríguez is your birth mother's last name, right?

—Yes.

—And then Grey whose is it?

—I made that one up when I started in the sport, I didn't want the paparazzi hounding my family.

—By the way, how is your mother, yours. —I correct myself, turning to Elena.

—She's better, thanks for asking. —Elena tells me. —I came because Christian promised he would prepare dinner for me, and I don't know if this time he will keep his promise. He has already told me countless times.

—And I'm doing it this time, aren't I? —he answers her as he approaches the bar. —I didn't tell you, she's so hateful and heavy. —he adds in a whisper as he winks at me and refills his sister's glass.

—Said the pot calling the kettle black. —I hold back the urge to laugh as I watch them challenge each other with their eyes.

—I'm not obnoxious and heavy, I'm loving and adorable.

—And do you get that a lot? Because I don't remember you being very loving and adorable as a child. More like naughty and hyperactive.

Naughty Christian?

I try to imagine Christian as a child being naughty, being naughty to his sister.

—I imagine he gave his mother a lot of headaches.

—You have no idea of the mischief he did, I still don't know where he got those ideas.

—Don't bore Ana with those stories, I don't think she wants to hear them.

—Oh! Of course I want to hear them, keep telling.

—On one occasion he put gum in my hair and my parents punished him severely and he had to apologize to me.

—And you apologized.

—Yes, but only if he dressed as a girl for a whole day.

—And he did? —I ask her, holding back the urge to laugh.

—Yes, he did. I introduced him to all my friends as my cousin Christiania. And they didn't realize he was my brother.

—I think that's enough stories.—he says in an angry tone, but smiling.

—Believe it or not, he was skinny, with thin features and had long hair.

—Elena! —he says to her in a warning tone.

—I can't imagine him like that. —I tell her laughing while I watch as Christian makes a face.

—I'll show you dime day, I still have the pictures I took of him. —Elena tells me laughing.

—Don't you dare Elena.

—I'm not afraid of you anymore you know, besides I'm the older sister, you should respect me. —Christian doesn't answer. He continues with the dinner while Elena turns to me: —Let's leave him with the dinner, let's talk. —she tells me getting up with the glass in her hand and the bottle in the other while she goes to the sofa that is far away from the kitchen.

I imagine she wants privacy to talk. I pick up my glass and follow her. I sit down while she examines me thoroughly. I am nervous. This reminds me of the day I interviewed for the job and also the first day I started working as her assistant.

—I never imagined you two would be together. How long have you been together?

—We haven't been together long, just a few days. —I take a sip of wine.

—Christian hasn't wanted to tell me anything. How did you two meet?

Ana thinks fast.

—In kick boxing class. —that's partly true.

—But that doesn't explain why you didn't tell me.

—I don't like to talk about my private life, and I didn't think it was very important.

—You're right, besides you didn't know we were brothers.

Of course I didn't. If I had known, it would have saved me a lot of trouble. If I had known in the first place, I would never have been jealous of him and Elena.

—I guess you don't know him well yet.

—No, we're getting to know each other. —that's what I'd like most, for him to tell me everything.

But he doesn't. And I know he still has a lot of secrets that I barely know about. And that I hope someday he'll open up to me and tell me everything.

—He hasn't told you anything about his past? —I don't know exactly what she means by his past.

—He told me about his nightmares.

—Hum. —she pauses while she takes a sip of wine. —That's progress, but I think you need to know the rest.

I don't know what she means by I need to know the rest, but I finish what's in my glass and refill it as I prepare myself for what she's going to tell me. And I don't know why I have a feeling I'm not going to like what I'm going to hear.