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Chapter 4:

Christian Grey: Something came up at work, I won't be able to pick you up.

Mother fucking shit!

Christian Grey: I have one of my security, Sawyer, take you. I will meet you at the gala.

Please tell me I am not getting stood up right now. There is an excellent chance you might be. I am in my deep red dress, standing in my living room, ready to go for the Coping-Together Gala. I am completely covered on the top, but I have a dangerously high slit that at first thought was inappropriate, but Kate said it was a perfect dress. It is hard to disagree with that. I have my hair pulled back in a loose but neat bun. I complete my outfit with beautiful matching strappy heels. I feel sexy for the first time in my life.

But these texts from Christian has got me feeling shitty now. Christian has been avoiding me after our amazing night out. No phone calls, he canceled our meeting, and I have been working with other GEH employees on AMC deals. Now he gives me these texts. The message is loud and clear, he doesn't want to be with me. Maybe I shouldn't even go. Nope! Just because he is acting like a child, doesn't mean you should. You got your invite. Kate and Elliot are going to be there. You are going. I am going. I decide to text him back.

Ana Steele: Don't worry about me. I will get there on my own.

I set my phone on silent, not wanting to see any more messages, and put it in my purse. I leave home and head out to my VW. It is the worst choice of car to take to this Gala, but I don't care. For the record, I wanted to take the ride.

~oOo~

Luckily it doesn't take me too long to reach the Grey's family home in Bellevue. The house is practically a mansion. It is a dream family home, one where I could only imagine being in. I am waiting in a long line to get in, and I even see a red carpet, with photographers taking pictures of guests entering. I eventually get to valet but am directed to park at the back. I don't know why, but I follow orders anyway. Once I park, a man in a black suit and tie approach me.

"You're the singer, right?"

"The singer?" I asked, unsure what he means.

"Yeah, the singer, in the band. You're an hour late!" Oh, he thinks I work here. Well, this night is going well. Maybe you will be asked to help clean up afterward.

"Oh, no. I'm a guest." I proceed to show him my invite that was tuck away in my purse.

"Oh shit, my fault. You shouldn't be parked over here." He turns to my car and looks back at me. "It was just with the car and your outfit, we thought you were working the event." I must have been directed to the employees parking lot. I am feeling like I shouldn't be here, but there is no turning back now. Actually, that is an excellent option.

"It is ok. Can you just, show me where I am supposed to go."

"No problem, just walk back to the valet, and the entrance is right next to it." I walk back to the valet station, which is not far but partially up a hill. I am sweaty and having trouble walking in heels in the grass. I can't help but wobble, but luckily not fall down. I finally reach the valet, which is right next to the red carpet. I try to clean up a little bit, but can only do so much. I decide to quickly walk through the red carpet, but I am getting hounded for a picture. I stop for a few pictures, but the press seems to stop caring, turning their attention to someone else. I look over and see Bill and Melinda Gates. I guess I can sneak off now.

I finally reach the Gala, and it is truly amazing. I am under an incredibly large tent in the backyard of the Grey's family home. Already several people are mingling, but I don't see Kate and Elliot. There are several round tables with white tablecloths covering them. Each table has a floral aquarium, with red roses and small candles floating in them. There are two bars on both sides of the tent, a stage at the front with a band setup, and several tables with gifts and prizes on them on the opposite side. This must be for the silent auction. I decide to head over there first. Let's drink first. Excellent idea, but lucky for me there are waiters with trays of champagne walking around. I grab one, as a waiter passes by.

Once I see the prize table, I'm truly amazed. These are not cheap prizes. There are trips out of state, jewelry, electronics and free meals at incredible restaurants. There are even tickets to Seattle football and baseball games. This was all donated for a great cause, to help abuse families have better lives. I declare to donate something from AMC next time.

I carefully look at the prizes, trying to decide what I want to bid on when suddenly a gentleman approaches me. He is a slightly older gentleman with reddish brown hair and lite blue eyes. He is wearing a classic tuxedo with a long black tie. He looks handsome, but he makes me feel a little uneasy. I still feel uncomfortable around strangers

"See anything you like?" he asks.

"I see a lot I like actually." This person doesn't look familiar, so I don't know why he is talking to me. But, I will be polite anyway.

"Well bid carefully. These people can be vultures." He says jokingly.

"I will make sure to keep a lookout." I continue to look at the prizes, but he seems to have more to say.

"May I make a suggestion for a beautiful woman like yourself?" I blush at his compliment. I always have trouble taking them, especially from strangers.

"Sure."

"I suggest bidding on a fun day at Google Seattle. You will have great food, see how amazing the facilities are, and get to meet the director." I wasn't thinking about that prize. I was thinking of bidding on one of the free meals at a Seattle restaurant. I always love trying other people's food, but that could be interesting.

"How do you know it will be fun?"

"Because I am the director of Google Seattle," he says. "Jack Hyde."

"Ana Steele. I am the owner of Annie's Movie Café or AMC."

"Oh, I have heard of you before. I read an interview you did in Business Weekly."

"I was so nervous about the interview. I didn't realize how much they would ask me about being a 'good businesswoman'."I have been starting to do interviews to get the word out on AMC. It's good advertisement, even though I think Kate would be better at it. She always insists it should be me.

"It was great. I found you to be very charismatic." He continues to look at me, checking me out more. I feel nervous under his stare, but no longer uneasy. He seems charming. "Here is my business card. Let's have dinner some time and discuss business." I take his card, but I don't offer mine.

"I am a busy woman. I don't know if I could." A young man makes an announcement that dinner will be served in ten minutes. "We should be heading to our tables now."

"Before you leave Ana, please consider my offer."

"I will. Thank you." I start to walk away, but before I leave, I place a bid for the Google tour. Jack grins at me and walks to his table. I don't like this. But, I am only being polite. It is not like anyone here cares. I don't like this one bit.

~oOo~

I'm the only one at the table so far, and I have a feeling this is the host table. It is the head table and is the only one with no people at this point. I look around to see if anyone is approaching and that is when I see a group of people walking towards me. I can see Elliot and Kate. Elliot is talking to an older couple, which I assume are his parents. Kate is talking to a young Asian woman, who I assume is Christian's sister, Mia. I decide to stand up and introduce myself as they get closer.

"Hello, my name is Ana Steele."

"Ana Banana. Stop acting like we don't know you." Elliot approaches me, giving me a gentle hug.

"I was introducing myself to everyone else." I extend my hand to the older woman first. "Good evening, Dr. Grey." She instead gives me a hug.

"You must be Christian's date. I'm sorry my son is so late." She tells me.

"It's ok."

"No, it is not." The older gentleman says, extending his hand. "Carrick Grey," he says shaking my hand. "And this is my wife, Dr. Grace Grey," he says, placing his hand behind his wife's back.

"Nice to meet you Dr. Grey, Mr. Grey."

"No need to be formal. Call us Carrick and Grace." Grace says, sitting in her seat. I wave at Kate, as she sits down. She returns the gesture.

I introduce myself to the very bubbly Mia Grey. "Hello, I'm-"

"Ana Steele! I know! I've been following you on Instagram and Twitter. I also read anything from you. I am such a fan of you and AMC."

"Oh, thank you." I am unsure how to respond to a fan. I am active on social media, talking about AMC news and milestones. I also like to talk about recipes and cooking techniques. I don't really pay attention if anyone follows me or not. "And you are Mia Grey, right?"

"How do you know my name?" She asked, sounding surprised.

"Christian talks about you all the time."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Well, that's…surprising." She takes her seat, and I decide to sit down, but stop to realize there is one more person approaching the table, a woman, an older bleach blond hair woman.

"Elena Lincoln." She says, sitting down between Mia and Grace, not shaking my hand.

"My name is-"

"I know. I heard." She pretty much dismisses me. I decide to sit down and ignore her rude behavior, but something about her makes me suspicious. She is talking to Grace about how fantastic the Gala is, and they seem like friends. She is very showy, with the way she speaks. The worst part is she is wearing a gold shiny dress that is entirely inappropriate for tonight.

I don't want to judge, but I have a feeling this is the woman who molested Christian when he was a teenager. We only talked about it a few more times from the first time he revealed his past. He told me about his birth mother, and how her pimp and his mother abused him when he was only a toddler. He also told me how, when he got older, his constant bad behavior led him to meet a woman who molested him. I nicknamed her Mrs. Robinson, the older female seducer from The Graduate, considering the way their relationship was. He said she was a friend of his mother, which made it difficult not to be around her. She was his first investor in GEH, which made him feel like he owed her, even though he paid her back with interests. He even invested in her company.

I remember c him saying in one phone conversation, 'It felt like she helped me become the man I am now. Because of the way she treated me is the reason why I am a billionaire at such a young age. But as successful as I am, I'm still fucked up. I'm done with her making me feel like shit. I worked hard for the success I have now. Not her.' Maybe that is why Christian is not here.

"Where is Christian?" Elena asks.

"At work. Where else?" Grace answers, in an irritated tone.

"He said he was going to be here," Mia says, sounding really disappointed.

"He is a very busy man Mia," Elena says.

"Something came up at work, but he'll be here." The Greys look at me like a liar.

"He already sent his check," Carrick says. Grace seems to not appreciate this. Christian told me he comes to the Gala, interacts with his family, donates, and leaves. Since he already donated, I guess there is no reason to be here. Except he should be for his family.

"I'm sure he will be here." I try to assure them. I also sneak out my phone and text him quickly.

Anastasia Steele: I don't care if you are not here because of work, me or even Mrs. Robinson. You better get to this Gala or there will be hell to pay! By me!

I decided to encourage him a little.

"Enough about Christian. Please, Ana, tell us about yourself," Grace asks. I tell them about my business and how I met Christian and Elliot. Kate chimes in with some of the stories I tell about Elliot. They laugh at Elliot's antics, and he seems proud. I talk about how I delivered a great pitch, only to fall at the end. I tell them about AMC and my love for movies. They seem interested in me, Mia the most, Elena the least.

Our three-course meal is being served, and I get to learn about the Greys. I learn that Mia is a chef herself, who trained in Paris. It makes sense now with her interest in me. She talks about how she is working at a restaurant as a sous chef, but she doesn't say where afraid her brothers will embarrass her. I learn that Carrick is a lawyer and a partner at a very successful practice. Grace talks about her work as a pediatrician and the Coping-Together charity. She is Wonder Woman.

Elena talks about her AMAZING salons and how expensive and classy they are. I roll my eyes at least twice, and Kate kicks me under the table every time. I know it's rude, but I can't stand how she acts like she is doing difficult work. This only confirms with me she is Mrs. Robinson.

Kate even talks about herself. She is nervous about this event, meeting Elliot's parents. I'm glad she is opening up. We all are having great conversation, learning about each other.

We are now served our dessert. Grace and Carrick have to leave to work on organizing the auction. This reminds Mia of something, "Kate and Ana! You HAVE to do the dance auction!"

"What's the dance auction?" Kate asks.

"Women and men go up on the stage, and the host introduces them with crazy stories about them. Then people auction on them for the first dance of the night. It's fun if your brothers are not bidding on you." Mia explains, glaring at Elliot.

"Fat chance sis," Elliot says with a cheesy grin. Mia huffs out in annoyance.

"At least I only have to worry about you bidding on me. Anyways, you two should do it! The more the merrier."

"I'm down," Kate says. I'm not sure if I want to do it. I don't want to be rude. I just don't think someone will bid on me.

"Ok. I'll do it too." I think I hear Elena chuckle under her breath, but I ignore her.

"Great! Because we have to go now." We head towards the stage. An announcement is made that the first dance auction is about to begin. We line up on the side of the stage, and the host comes up and ask for our names and careers. He is writing down our answers, but I doubt he is going to use this information.

The auction begins with a few women, I have not yet met, getting auctioned off. Apparently, they are friends of Grace and Mia. They are going for a 10 to 20 thousand dollars, which is surprisingly high. Kate is up. The host introduces her.

"Next is a businesswoman and world-renowned columnist, Kate Kavanagh. She is known as the Duchess of Washington, and any man will be lucky to dance with her majesty." Kate should enjoy that. The bidding starts at $5,000 from Elliot. There are a few men who bid on Kate, but Elliot doesn't let up. The final bid is $75,000, won by Elliot. That is incredible, but no way Elliot was going to have someone else dance with Kate.

A few more women and a man are auctioned off. Everyone is still getting auctioned for about 10 thousand dollars, with Kate still holding the highest bid. Mia is up.

"Now introducing chef Mia Grey. I hope you can speak French because this little beauty grew up in a small town in France. Lucky for us, she moved to America to share her sweets." That was a little dirty, but Mia seems to not mind, as she laughs at his remarks. The bidding starts at $5,000, coming from Elliot, of course. But there is a young man in the back who is bidding on her too. They are going back and forth, and Elliot is getting frustrated. Eventually the young mid bids $100,000. Mia is excited, as she jumps off the stage meeting the young man. Getting a closer look, I might be wrong, but I think he is the founder of Snapchat. I can see why she's so excited.

A few more men and women are auctioned off, and I realize I'm last. I wish Mia moved me up on the list. I am getting self-conscious by how much money people are getting auctioned off. No one will spend that much money on me.

"And finally, we have Anastasia Steele, chef, and owner of Annie's Movie Café. That's right, she is a famous chef and actress, gracing the movie screens across the country. Shall we start the bidding."

"$10,000!" Jack Hyde bid on me. I am happy that someone bid on me, but shocked it's Jack. I didn't think I made an impression on him, but I guess I did.

"$11,000." Another male I don't know bids on me.

"20,000!" Jack bids again, even higher.

"25,000!" Another male bid on me and Jack has some competition. I start to blush at the attention. The bids keep increasing, but Jack ends the bidding war with $55,000.

"$55,000 going once, going twice-"

"100,000!" Suddenly, in the back of the room, Christian appears, bidding on me.

"150,000!" Jack counters.

"200,000!" Christian is not letting up. I look at him shocked at his bid, but he is walking into the Gala, giving the death glare to Jack.

"250,000!" This is too much. Jack shouldn't be bidding anymore. It's obvious Christian is not going to give up.

"300,000!"

"325,000!"

"400,000!" I look at Jack, begging him with my eyes to stop bidding. But he looks at me, looking absolutely determined.

"500,000!" Jack bids one more time.

"1,000,000!" There are murmurs in the room. People are shocked at how much I am going for. I'm going to pass out.

"Going once…going twice….Sold! For one million dollars to Christian Grey." People are cheering amazed at the high bid. Christian is approaching the stage, to come and get his prize. Me. I guess I was wrong. Oh, how wrong you were.

~oOo~

"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight Ms. Steele?" Christian is in an impeccably tailored tuxedo. He definitely looks handsome. More like sexy. SO! So, sexy.

"No, not yet, but it's about time." He gives me a sexy grin after my comment. "I'm glad you came tonight."

"After your text, I was afraid to see Anastasia Steele's fury." He says. My text was the kick in the but he needed to get here. He should be here for his family. And you.

"You should be afraid. I take no prisoners." I jokingly say. We continue our slow dance looking into each other eyes. I'm happy he's here. After he paid for the one million dollar bid, he went to greet his parents. They were thrilled to see him, particularly Mia. But, I could tell he was physically uncomfortable with Elena being around. I wish I could help him. "By the way, as much as I appreciate you bidding on me that was way too much money for a dance."

"It was worth every penny Anastasia. I would bid more if I had to. There was no way I was going to let some self-righteous cocky website director outbid me. When I want something, I do everything I can to get it."

"So you want me? Not sure considering the way you had been acting after our kiss." I whisper to Christian, fearful of the answer.

"I know I've been distant, but Ana… I want you so bad." YES! "You are a beautiful, strong woman, and an amazing person." Yes! Yes! "But I can't be with you." NO! "If I could choose to be with anyone for the rest of my life, it would be you, but I don't want to hurt you. I can't hurt you."

"Then don't." I hope I don't sound pushy, but I believe Christian and I have something special. "I know you won't hurt me."

"Ana, it won't work."

"Then why did you kiss me more than once?" He looks down shaking his head.

"I shouldn't have." I don't believe him.

"Well, I don't regret kissing you," I say confidentially. I'm too stubborn. I am not going to end our conversation like this. "Maybe tonight…just tonight, we can make people think I'm yours and your mine. Just so people will stop bothering you." I specifically mean Elena, who is ready to jump on him the moment I leave his side.

"How do we do that Ana?" He asks, smiling again.

"We can pretend to be Bogart and Bergman in Casablanca."

"I don't like how that movie ended."

"I know, but we can pretend it's the 1940s in Paris, and we're saying goodbye to each other." I wrap my arms around him and kiss him. He is about to pull back, but changes his mind, wrapping his arms around my back tighter, virtually liftings me up. We have a passionate kiss; one you only see in the movies. One that makes me want to wrap Christian into my arms and never let go. A kiss that shows…love. I think I love him, even though he may not love me.

(Crash)

We pull away and turn to the noise to see Grace and Elena looking at us for two very different reasons; Grace with the happiest look I ever seen a mother have, and Elena with fierce anger. It looked like they knocked over a tray of champagne glasses because below them is a waiter, who is desperately trying to clean up. Fucking Bitch! Elena, not Grace. Never Grace.

"I'm so, sorry." The young male waiter keeps repeating, trying to clean up with a rag.

"That's ok." Grace says, never looking away. She gasps looking directly at Christian chest. I have my hands on his chest, while he has his around my back. I quickly remove my hands, knowing I could be hurting Christian. This gesture only makes her smile more, with a twinkle in her eye.

I look around and see several people staring at us. I see Kate looking amused. Elliot and Mia look shocked. Carrick look confused. We walk towards them trying to help them clean the mess, and Christian trying to move his mother away from it.

"Mom, are you ok?" Christian asks, worried about his mother and her stunned appearance.

"Of course Christian, I'm… perfect." Grace says in such a delightful way, I can't help but smile.

"Let me get something to clean that up with." I quickly walk away from the mess, out of the tent into the kitchen, only to have Kate follow me.

"What was that?"

"I don't know. It looked like Elena bumped right into Grace, or the other way around." I'm desperately looking around the kitchen for some dish towels, only to find them in a cabinet.

"Not that! Forget the mess!" I stop what I am doing looking at Kate like she is crazy. "The kiss! The most passionate kiss I have ever seen in my life! What was that?"

"Christian and I? Oh, we were acting. We were talking about Casablanca, and then we just kissed."

"What?! WHAT?! That…that was not just a kiss Ana! That was hot! That was a kiss you read in romance novels!"

"It was just a-"

"NO! Don't you dare lie to yourself! No more! That was incredible! I knew something was up, I didn't think it was that!" She is looking around the kitchen thinking, trying to figure out something. She finally turns to me. "How long have you be dating?"

"We haven't been dating Kate. We are only friends. We…talk."

"About what?"

"Business."

"That's it?"

"No." Now I am starting to feel shy. I don't want to reveal everything we talk about. That's between me and Christian.

"What else?"

"Some personal stuff."

"Like your past?"

"Kate, I don't want to talk about this anymore, not here."

"Fine, but Ana, you have to believe me. That kiss was something way more than pretend." Kate walks away, leaving with my thoughts. I know she is right, but there is nothing I can do about it. Christian can't be with me, so he says.

Grace then comes into the kitchen with Carrick, and two waiters who have the broken glass on a tray. "You can put the glass in here." Grace tells the waiters, where she shows them where the trash is. She stops abruptly seeing me standing in the kitchen with dish cloths. Carrick bumps right into her, almost causing another accident.

"I have towels if you need them."

"Oh no dear, we should be fine." She takes the dish cloths, and puts them back into the pantry.

"You shouldn't worry about these things. You are our guest." Carrick states rather sweetly. Grace goes to stand right next to him, where they both are smiling wildly. We stand and stare at each other. I am now awkwardly smiling at their very happy faces.

"Well, I'm going to go now."

"Of course, of course." Grace turns her body, allowing me to leave the kitchen. "And thank you."

"For what?"

"For…" Grace seems to be stumbling to say something.

"For helping us clean the spilled champagne." Carrick decides to interject.

"Right, spilled champagne." Grace says, almost in a complete sentence. I walk away, as they stare at me.

I then remembered, "By the way, Christian is right, you two are really great people."

"Christian talks about us to you?" Grace asks in confusion.

"Oh yea, he talks about the both of you all the time." Is Grace about to cry? I hope not. I should leave. "Thanks?" I awkwardly walk out to a very stunned Carrick and Grace Grey.

I walk back to the tent, but I don't see Christian. Elliot and Kate are slow dancing, looking at each other with love. I am so glad they admitted their feelings to each other. Anytime now, there will be wedding bells. I know, I helped Elliot pick out the ring.

I walk outside the tent, looking for Christian. "Christian!" I yell out, waiting for a response, but I don't hear anything. I then see two people near the boathouse, a man and a woman. I think the man is Christian. I walk closer to them, hiding behind a tree. Nice move Sherlock. Shut it, Watson! As I get a better look, I now see it's Elena, who has Christian by his arms.

"What is wrong with you?! Bringing a girl like that here?! Do you think she's good for you?! She will never fill your depest, dark needs!" Elena practically yells. I am surprised he is not pushing her away, but maybe he doesn't want to hurt her? As I get even closer, I realize he looks frozen, maybe even scared.

"Leave. Me. Alone." Christian says angrily, but he doesn't move away.

"Leave you alone?! Never! Look what happens when I do that! You haven't had a submissive in months!" Submissive? Like BDSM? "And now you are playing house with that little girl!?" Hey! I'm the only one who calls her a little girl! I'm starting to get angry. She doesn't even know me. "I know what you need Christian. I know you need a little brunette to beat the shit out of and fuck her afterwards." She puts her grubby skeleton hands on his cheeks, moves them down his neck to his shoulders. He does nothing, but is breathing hard. She slowly approach his chest.

He immediately grabs her wrist before they go any farther. "ENOUGH! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"

"Look at you. You are becoming pathetic. This is what happens when you stop with the BDSM lifestyle. Is this what you want?! To be pitiful?! To let a little girl drag you around like a little puppy, whose in love with his master?! You are a Dom! Act like it! Don't let a little gold digging bitch drag you down!" That is your cue.

"ENOUGH!" I make my appearance known, standing in front of the tree. "Leave him alone! Leave us alone!"

"Us?!" Elena says with such exasperation. Christian turns to me shocked. He then transforms in to the businessman I have seen several times. This makes me feel more confident.

"Yes, us!" I then walk right at her. Even though she is taller than me, I will not be made to feel small. "It's obvious you know nothing about us. All that, shit you were saying, was just that, BULLSHIT! Christian is a Dom!" Do you know this to be true? I'm not sure what I'm saying, but I have an idea based on a movie. Of course.

"And how the hell would you know?" Elena asks only challenging me more.

"Because I see him rule a board meeting without breaking a sweat. He earns people respect without even speaking a word. He can negotiate a multi-million dollar deal, while you get your fake nails glued on." Elena gasps with that insult. "Christian is a Dom! And I do everything he says." This is bending the truth a little bit. In a way, I do, but that's because Christian has never led me in the wrong direction. He knows what I need and when I need it, before I even think about it…in business of course. Of course. "And I'm willing to submit to him, because I want to. Because it makes him happy. Because he makes me happy." In a weird way, this is all true.

Elena looks absolutely perplexed. She keeps snapping her head back and forth between Christian and I. If Christian is surprised, he's not showing it. Elena begins to laugh in a Cruella de Vil voice. Thank goodness I don't have any Dalmatian puppies. "You think I should believe you, little girl?" I said it once, and I'll say it again. I'm the only one who calls her little girl witch!

"Believe it, Elena." She snaps her head to Christian. "Ana submits to me willing. And I'm a lucky Dom for it." The most intimidating Christian I have ever seen comes out. He squares his shoulders, and walks sternly right up to Elena. "As for you, you can kiss your salons goodbye. I'm backing out of your company. You will be on your hands and knees begging for someone to invest in you. If you cross me or Ana gain, I will ruin you so bad, no one will want to even be near you. That will be without saying what you did to me when I was 15."

"Christian, we're friends."

"ENOUGH! You are not my friend. I only realize true friendship until I met Ana. All you ever did was use me." The little boy has grown up. "You will stay the hell away from and my family, and that includes Ana. Or you will regret it." He did that a little better than me.

Elena backs away slowly, wanting to say something, but realizing the conversation is over. She stumbles away, looking like she is going to cry. Bye Bitch. When Elena is out of sight, Christian turns to me, looking at me in complete awe.

"Well, that was weird." I say awkwardly, nervously fiddling with my hands. "Don't you hate party poopers?" Oh little girl, don't you have something more appropriate to say?

"Anastasia, come with me." Don't think, just go.

"Ok." He reaches for my hand, and I take it, instantly feeling our connection. It's such a vibrant feeling, I never want it to go away. He walks me down to the docks, and open the door to the boat house. There is no time to check out the beautiful boats strapped inside. Christian is on a mission. He leads me upstairs, where there is a couch and sofa chairs setup in front of a beautiful bay window. Christian goes to the window to open them, so the moonlight shines in, illuminating the room.

Christian turns to me, and takes two steps to give me an arousing, passionate kiss. Again! He grabs my loose hair bun, yanking my hair down. He has better access to my neck, where he sucks and nips all over. He kisses behind my left ear. The slight pain of my hair being pulled, and the licking behind my ear makes me shiver. I gasp out his name, "Christian."

"Anastasia." He looks at me, still holding my hair tightly. "If you want me to stop, all you have to do is tell me. But, for the next hour, I want you to submit to me." Yes! I never wanted something more in my life right now. Yes! I can already feel my arousal coating my panties. Yes! Sex had no meaning for me, something done to me for someone else's enjoyment. Am I ready for that now? Yes! No, I'm not. What?! I have to tell Christian. No!

"Christian, I want to, I really do."

"What is holding you back Anastasia? Do you not want me?" Yes! We want you!

"Yes, I want you so badly. I'm pretty sure if you feel between my legs, you would know."

"May I?" YES!

With just a whisper, "Yes." He then takes his free hand that is not in my hair, and brushes his fingertips down my throat, over my right breast, down my stomach, to my dress slit. He never looks away. He moves his hand to my inner thigh, where he begins his approach up, to my soaked panties. He moves his fingertips over my panties, touching me ever so carefully. I can't help but moan, staring into his striking grey eyes.

"Oh my beautiful Ana, you very much want me." I moan again in response to his comment. "So tell me, what's holding you back?"

"I'm not ready for sex. I mean…I had sex before, but...I don't know. There was my college boyfriend. He just….didn't understand me and my past. So, its just…wasn't good." Stop babbling! "I never had an orgasm." Nope, go back to babbling, please.

He removes his hand away from me to cup my face. I probably look like a loss girl, but it's how I feel right now. "Don't worry Anastasia. I would never push you into something you're not ready for." I know he wouldn't. He never has. "I need you to tell me one thing. Do you trust me?"

"With my life." And I mean it.

"Then my lovely Anastasia, there are so many other things we can do besides having sex."

Yes.