Christian POV:

Mia had dropped by with literally nearly 100 different options, one even looked just like her, an Alice and Olivia travel mug. There's every different color and style, some have stupid puns in gold script lettering others have cartoon animals on them.

I ended up choosing a black ceramic mug with cherry blossoms painted on, the weight was heavier but the craftsmanship was beautiful and unique not to mention eco friendly, I think Ana will appreciate that.

Now I just had to figure out how we should meet again. Should it be "accidental" a planned run in, or should I call and schedule a time for us to meet, or could I just go over to her house...

I had never done this before... pursued someone, It was making me indecisive and sweaty, I felt vulnerable. It was not a feeling I was comfortable having and immediately I wanted to dismiss the idea of ever seeing Ms. Steele again if it meant I could go back to being the cold dominant master of my own universe I was before she came along.

I picked up the mug and nearly throw it across my office in order to shatter any possibility I would become weak again and seek her out. But something stopped me, it was those damn pretty little flowers on the mug. With out that detail the mug would be dark angry, without any light but with those pretty little flowers suddenly the black empty space came to life.

What if I never feel this spark with another person? Would it be worth wondering what if for the rest of my life just to save myself from feeling vulnerable... from feeling like, as Elena would say, a fool?

Looking at the travel mug in my hand I knew if I didn't try to see what was between Anastasia and I, I would always regret it. There is one thing I can think of that's worse than being a fool, and thats being a coward. And I was no coward.

I called Taylor and told him to pull the car around, I was going to pay Ms. Steele a visit.

Ana POV:

Ever since getting out of that elevator Christian and I had been trapped in I had been having the hardest time sleeping. It's not that I can't fall asleep, that's been easy enough but every night around 4- 430am like clock work I wake up. I wake up hot and sweaty... panting. I am so embarrassed to admit this but I actually googled it thinking something might be wrong with me, it never occurred to me I was having... erotic dreams.

I am not exactly a sexual person, I mean I masturbate just like every other human on earth but not that often, usually only once or twice a month right before my period. But nothing has come close to the energy and desire that has been coursing through me since 4 days ago.

I'am out running right now trying to I don't know... out run my more naughty thoughts and inclinations. It's absolutely ridiculous, I am a grown woman having a sensual side to myself should be normal but it's always made me uncomfortable, only something I gave into when I really needed a release. I've never been comfortable having sexual feelings, maybe because of what happened with husband #3, okay it's definitely because of that. I suppose I kept waiting to eventually get over what happened as if it was a memory that would fade like getting my braces removed, something unpleasant I never wanted to relive but also something that lost significance over time. But that day never came.

It's not that I'm a cold person, I'm warm and I can be physical with others... giving friends and family lots of kisses and hugs but when it comes to male attention a part of me just shuts down. I've only had 2 serious boyfriends, and I was able to sleep with both of them but it wasn't anything mind blowing or earth shattering, it was more like something I just sucked up and did because it was expected of me.

But the feelings I am having now, the want, the desire, the longing... how has this one man effected me so much in such a short amount of time? And why oh why does he have to be my sister's boss?!

I turn the corner and see my house up the block. There is a black SUV parked out front which is strange.

I am huffing out of breath, man I am really out of shape, and unfortunately just as horny and desperate for Mr. Grey as I was before squeezing into these stupid yoga pants.

I am at the door fumbling with my keys when I feel the presence of someone come up behind me. I turn around and there is the object of my desires.

His mouth is moving but I don't know what he's saying, then I remember my headphones and take them out.

"Sorry I'm a little out of it from my run, hi." I say trying to get control of my breathing back to normal.

"It's no trouble Ms. Steele, taking care of your body is important," He says and his eyes drop from mine to scan down my body, normally a man looking at me so blatantly would cause me to shy away or even feel violated but damn those grey eyes do something to me and all I can think about is grabbing him by his shirt dragging him inside and riding him all afternoon until neither of us can move.

Shit, this is not helping my breathing.

"Sorry to drop by unannounced but I bought you something I wanted to make sure you got in person." He tells me and produces a gift bag.

I honestly have no idea what it could be but when I look inside I see a beautiful new travel mug and suddenly the fire that was warming my loins a few seconds ago travels to my heart. It is an incredibly sweet and thoughtful gift.

"Thank you, Mr. Grey."

"Christian, please."

"Christian." I correct myself.

"I should go" "Would you like to come in?" we both speak at the same time and then giggle like we're in middle school.

"I would love to come in Ms. Steele."

"Ana." I say correcting him this time.

"Ana."

"Are you sure if you have to go,"

"No! I want to stay I just wasn't sure I should." He says a bit distracted.

"Why not?" I ask.

"Well not to be indecent but your, um, nipples are hard and poking through your bra and shirt and I was worried if I stood here much longer I wouldn't be able to control myself."

He has just said the most forward thing to me but has the composure of a man who has just asked about the weather. Meanwhile I'm over here about to dissolve into a puddle.

And just like that whatever waining control I had left on my libido snaps and I throw myself at him attacking his lips in a frenzy.

He wraps an arm around me holding my sweaty body close as his other hand snakes pass me to turn the key opening the door to let us both inside.

Once I hear him kick the door shut, I know I'm in real trouble.

Christian POV:

This was never in my plans when I came here today but seeing her tight body dewy from sweat, her chest heaving to catch her breath, all my years of training... of control left me. I was barely hanging on once I noticed her erect nipples, if she hadn't jumped me I was moments from taking her right there on her front steps.

Luckily for her neighbors I was able to quickly get us inside before clothes started to fly off. I don't know what it is about this woman that has me so turned upside down. Usually having sexual contact with a woman was planned like a hostile takeover, there were contracts negotiations, a set room and wardrobe... everything was planned to the last detail, all with in my control but here I am in the entry hall of a house I've never seen the inside of with my pants around my ankles.

I should be furious, with her AND myself for allowing us both to act so carelessly. She's not restrained, she's calling me by my first name, I'm making eye contact, this should either terrify me or have me completely uninterested, but I'm neither. I've never felt so free as I do in this moment. I feel completely untethered, to the world, my past, my demons, I am achieving something working out, fucking, and therapy combined have never given me. All because of the sweaty delectable brunette beneath me.

If this is being a fool, give me a damn jester's hat because I am never going back to how I was before. One taste of Ms. Steele and I know I am completely addicted.