" Control is the key to success of every business". I grin at the quote about me in the Forbes magazine. They have no idea how fitting the quote is. I turn on my black berry and send Taylor a msg asking that Charlie Tango be ready in a hour. Elliot and I are flying down to Portland to go hike for the weekend and then I have the awards ceremony later the week for the university. "Bro with so many girls graduating even you will be able to finally break your VCard this weekend" Elliot jokes and I as calmly as I can respond "and what makes you think that I have not already?" Elliot smirks "I have never seen you with a girl, our family thinks your gay but I don't think so I just think you haven't gotten any" I laugh.
The Heathman suits feels like my second home by now. Since I started funding the university's agricultural program I have stayed here at least once a week. The hike up the mountain is a hard one and we reach the top just before sunset and move to a view point accessible by cars. Taylor is there waiting with water as we sit down on a bench taking in the view. Nearby a photographer, maybe 20 of age is talking to his assistant. " tonight's the night, I'm telling you Ana is going to give it all to me tonight" I smirk at the conversation as the assistant does not sound so positive and think I feel sorry for this Ana as this photographer has creep written all over him.
Getting dressed I feel over dressed I never do college bars but Elliot is insisting so I grab my black jeans, white t-shirt and a leather jacket and meet him outside. Taylor takes us to the nearest bar "the drunken pig" and I joke with Elliot that we might have found his home. With our two beers Elliot orders two martinis for girls he has spotted. Personally neither appeal to me but I can't really explain my tastes to Elliot. Then I see him, the photographer from this afternoon. He is with a large group of people and I find myself wondering witch one of the lucky lady's Ana is. Probably her, I stair at a tall blond girl wearing a dress entirely made of gold sequins. The dress sits very tight against her body and is so short that she might just show more then she wants to if she just lifts her arms to high.
A couple of beers later I go stand outside for some fresh air. It's cold outside but I take a lil walk trying to get my breath. I have not had beer in a long time and my body is not a fan. As I make my way past the back of the bar I hear a sob. I stop in my tracks and look around for where the cry came from and I find a petite young girl sitting with her back against the wall gripping her phone and crying. "Miss can I help you?" I ask a little irritated that someone would drink themselves to this point and then be outside at night alone. She scurries backwards, the fear obvious in her big blue eyes "please don't, I've already called my dad and he's a marine so don't mess with me" she spits out as fast as she can. "Ana?" I hear the photographer call a while away and the girls blue eyes get bigger. She scurries into my reach and whispers "please don't let him find me" I try and move her to my car but in the walk she faints. No doubt a effect of the alcohol. Taylor helps me lie her down in the back seat and we sit on the bonnet of the car waiting for her dad that she said was coming to fetch her.
Two hours pass and no dad showed up. She has not woken up either and I'm starting to fear something more is wrong in this story. I text my brother telling him that I'm heading back to the hotel. I lie her down in bed and for the first time get a good look at her. She's breath taking. Perfect pale skin, lovely brown hair and her eyes are still engraved in my brain, big soft blue eyes. Taylor has plugged in her phone so that we can contact her dad when her phone comes on.
I wake up to movement in front of me and it takes me a second to realize that I fell asleep in the arm chair next to the bed. "Who are you?!" She almost screams and then grabs her own head as the sound of her own voice hurts her. I stand up and grab two advils and a glass of water." I'm Christian Grey, we were at a bar last night and you were outside crying when I found you" she grabs the glass of water and downs it before looking down at her clothes in fear. "Did we" I don't give her a chance to finish. "No we did nothing, you told me your dad was coming before you passed out and I sat there for two hours waiting for you dad to show up." She blushes. Wow that's hot.
"Ana? Am I correct that that's your name?" She looks down. "Yes that is my name" I frown suddenly taken over by a bit of rage remembering the photographers conversation. "How could you drink yourself to that point? " i bark as I try and rain in my temper. "Do you have any idea how careless that was? What could have happened to you if I was not there?" Suddenly tears come pouring out of her big blue eyes and I feel like a jerk for bringing it up. "I only had one drink, I started feeling drunk after my first glass of wine and ran outside as I knew something was wrong, that's the last I remember"
Everything in front of me goes red as I realize she was drugged.