Ana POV:

"Ana..."

"Ana?"

"Ms. Steele!"

I am awaken by someone calling my name, I look around not knowing where I am for a second before the grey steel of the elevator reminds me of my current situation.

I turn to find Christian, assuming he's the one calling my name.

"Yes?"

"Security and Maintenance are finally here, we'll be moving again soon. I thought you'd like to know." He tells me.

Thank God, yes I want to know I quickly get up and start straightening my clothes and running my hands through my hair in an effort to comb it.

I notice Christian looking at me kind of oddly.

"What? Do I look really bad?"

"No." He says sightly strained for some reason.

I'm about to ask why he's looking at me like that then but suddenly another voice comes from outside asking us to step back from the doors.

Once we're rescued I make a mad dash for the restrooms, God I didn't think I'd ever stop peeing, it reminded me of that scene in A League of Their Own, and I'm sure I had about as much class as Tom Hanks at the moment too.

Finally after feeling a gallon or two lighter I returned to the lobby where Christian was barking orders at several people.

His Bodyguard saw me approach and made a motion to him, Christian followed his eye line and came to rest on me.

"Hi, I trust you're feeling better now, Ms. Steele."

"Yes, considerably. I just wanted to say thank you for everything last night, and I'm sorry if it was a bit of a chore, but I'm really glad I wasn't in there all alone, your not too bad company when you aren't shouting."

"Yes, well, it never should have happened blackout or not and I assure you I am taking care of it."

"I have no doubt, I half expect you to hunt down Zeus' ass and haul him in here to chew him out."

He smirks and I have to squeeze my thighs together at how sinfully delicious it makes him look.

"That actually doesn't sound like such a bad idea Ms. Steele."

"Back to Ms. Steele, are we? It's alright, I should be going." I tell him.

"Taylor is going to drive you home." He tells me.

"Oh no that's alright, I'm fine plus my car is here." I try to refuse but he isn't having it.

"I insist, you've had very little sleep, I'll also have someone bring by breakfast as well as check in on your sister until you feel up to visiting yourself."

"I think you're right I'm even too tired to fight you on how ridiculous all of that is so you win."

"I always do Ms. Steele."

I give him a nod goodbye, "Mr. Grey." and I'm whisked away by Taylor who escorts me outside into a waiting SUV.

Christian POV:

It's been 4 hours since I've been in Ms. Steele's company and it might as well be 4 weeks, It's a strange feeling to realize you miss someone. I'm not sure I've ever actually felt it before... is this what my mother feels when I don't show up for Sunday dinner or don't answer her calls enough? I hate this feeling, this longing combined with emptiness... it's awful and I am surprised I feel another foreign feeling on top of it, guilt. I don't want Grace to feel this... for my actions or inactions to have caused this sensation in her.

What is happening to me?

I've given up on any work being done today and head home to shower and try to get my head on straight again.

I'm tempted to call Elena but speaking Anastasia's name to her just seemed wrong for some reason. It was strange even though Elena and I's friendship hadn't been as close in recent years I've never hesitated about calling for her advice about a woman before... what was it about this woman who made the thought of disclosing anything about her to Elena make me feel nauseous?

I was saved from having to think on this any more by the ringing of my phone.

"Grey," I answer... It's Welch he has information for me regarding Hyde, Ana's former boss.

"Anything on her Mother's husband, I believe she referred to him as #3?"

"No, Sorry Mr. Grey nothing yet, I'll keep on it."

"Let me know when you have something." I say and hang up.

I pull up what Welch sent me on my laptop.

Jackson "Jack" Eugene Hyde

He was from Detroit... the same area as me, that spooked the fuck out of me. What were the chances of that?

He was a few years older than me at 35. After SIP he went on to work at a PR firm but was fired after only 3 months, then it was advertising for 8 months before he was let go again. Apparently now he works for himself as a private investigator. Geez every move this guy makes practically spells out sleezeball. I set his info aside for now not knowing what I want to do about him just yet and pull up Anastasia's information.

Anastasia "Ana" Rose Lambert-Steele

She was younger, 28 and smart. She graduated summa cum laude and was valedictorian at WSU. Her start up had done well, she had 1.2 Million in the bank and $800,000 in savings. It was nothing compared to my earnings but I wasn't so out of touch not to realize what a large sum that is for most 28 years olds to have amassed. She even owned her own 2 bedroom townhouse in the neighborhood of Leschi. That neighborhood was up and coming therefor hit or miss, I would have Taylor drive by her place make sure she was in a safe area.

Suddenly my mind flashes back to earlier, to Ana writhing and calling my name, and I'm hard as a rock. I've already taken a shower, worked out and showered again... am I really about to take my third shower of the day just to jack off again?

My mind flashes to Ana grabbing her breasts... yes, yes I am.

I stand up and adjust myself before making my way to my bathroom. Stripping my clothes off I think about what it would be like to undress Anastasia, to see her in lacy black underwear, to pull the black cups down letting her breasts come out over them, I would lean down and tease and devour them until she was begging me to descend lower... to pull her panties down and feast on her delicate pink lips until she experienced the most mind blowing orgasm of her life.

I walk towards the shower and turn the nob, letting the water start to run... this is gonna be quick.