Author's note: Thanks for all the positive reviews. It puts a smile on my face and motivates me to keep writing. Like my other FF story (Tale of Two CEOs), I picked this one back up where I left it, changed a little, and am working on finishing it. For those of you reading it a second time, you won't notice many changes at all until you get close to where I left it hanging last time. It's no longer hanging, but I'm not at the end just yet. Will probably get there soon, though, if all goes well. I'm flying internationally again due to family stuff, and so I haven't had time to write this week. It happens.
In case you didn't notice, here's another POV change. This story is mostly Christian, with a little Ana thrown in here and there. This chapter makes me laugh, and I hope it makes you laugh, too.
Chapter 9:Anastasia's POV
Monday, November 21, 2016
"She's adorable," I told Andrea as I looked at the pictures on her cell phone of her daughter, Lola, who was now almost 8 months old. She really was a beautiful baby, with light blonde hair like her mother, and bright blue eyes that Andrea said were her father's. Andrea's eyes were brown.
"Scott is completely wrapped around her little finger," Andrea said, referring to her husband. "She even got him to get her a Frappuccino this weekend. I was horrified when I found out."
"It could have been worse," Olivia said. "My niece once drank almost half of my brother's beer before he realized it. It was a couple of years ago. She was only a year old." She laughed and added, "I guess she must have survived it OK because she's already beginning to read."
"I bet your brother was more careful with his beer after that," I remarked.
"Yeah, he was," Olivia laughed.
I was having lunch with the girls, my first day back at work, and I was relieved that things were normal even though the cat was out of the bag about my relationship with Christian. They were not surprised. I guess my coworkers had seen what had been growing between our boss and me for the past few months. What's more, they were elated that I was back. Apparently, Christian was an ogre when Ana was away. None of them said it that bluntly, as they all respected (or feared) Christian too much to say it directly, but the message was clear: Mr. Grey was more tolerable when Ana was close at hand.
That morning, Christian had determined to nip any issues in the bud before they even had a chance to happen. He called a meeting of all executive office staff and department heads. More than a dozen people gathered in the conference room near Christian's office, and he had me sit at his right hand, symbolically, he said.
Christian opened the meeting, and then he announced, "As you all are probably aware due to media coverage from the weekend, Ms. Steele and I are in a relationship. This is new for us, and yet something that has been growing between us for quite some time. Ana has agreed to come back temporarily as my PA, and she will be assisting in the hiring of a replacement."
"What, you're leaving?!" Andrea exclaimed. "But you just got back!" It was very unlike Andrea to show such exasperation, so it made me wonder what had happened in my absence. But then, I knew. The entire executive office staff was still reeling from Hyde's deceit and manipulation.
"I'm afraid so," I responded to Andrea. "I have other plans beginning early next year. But I'll be here for a month or two, enough time to hire and train a replacement." I did not want to let the cat out of the bag yet regarding my ownership of SIP. I'd gotten over the initial shock of Christian purchasing it for me, and I'd spent much of my time in Sweden researching it, but I had not yet determined exactly what my role there would be. That time would come... later. I was still figuring out how to handle that, but for now, Christian needed me, and I was where I wanted to be.
Christian continued, "One of the reasons Ana is leaving... eventually... is our relationship. We both have had a firm policy in the past of not dating people we worked with. It was the main reason it took us so long to...umm... to get together. We've decided to make an exception, but Ana's stipulation is that her position here be temporary. She is coming back mainly because I desperately need her help with all the chaos that our former CFO has left in his wake. Her main task will be finding and training a suitable PA for me who shares her organization skills and attention to detail. In the meantime, there will be no intra-office gossip, and no disrespect towards Ms. Steele or myself."
"Are you kidding?" Ros interrupted. "Why would anyone disrespect Ana? She's the one who's made you tolerable to work with, even with the clusterfuck that was Jack Hyde, and even though it was from a distance. She's been keeping you in line even with an ocean between you."
Christian smirked at Ros. "That she has," he acknowledged. He turned back to the rest of the room and asked, "Any questions?"
Troy, Ros's assistant raised his hand, which I thought was funny. Troy was a big beefy guy, and his behavior seemed nerdy to me, a contradiction in terms. When Christian looked at him pointedly, Troy asked, "Does this mean... There aren't any policies against dating your coworkers?" Troy glanced at Olivia before looking back at Christian, and I noticed that Olivia was blushing. Oh, how adorable! They'd be cute together. Troy looked like he might have been a college football linebacker, and Olivia had perfected the Barbie/cheerleader look. They would make beautiful babies together.
Christian responded to Troy, "GEH does not have a non-fraternization policy because we believe that the private lives of our employees are just that... private. That said, we do expect you to do your usual work without any... distractions of a personal nature. Also, we take sexual harassment charges seriously. In fact, I'd like you all to review our policies and make sure that you and the people you're in charge of are all in compliance. Bottom line, if you want to date a colleague, keep in mind what might happen if that person either isn't as interested in you as you are in them, or if things go badly in a dating relationship. How awkward will it be to work with your ex? But if both parties are in agreement, that's both of your business, not mine."
Troy smiled triumphantly, and I caught the wink he gave Olivia. She only blushed more deeply and attempted to ignore him. I'd have to remember to ask her what had been going on between them.
When I'd started working at GEH, I'd noticed Olivia's behavior whenever Christian was around. I quickly recognized it for what it was, a crush. That first week, I'd spent time getting to know her better, and I found out that she rivaled Kate not only with her celebrity crush on Christian but also with her Daddy issues. Both of them have powerful fathers who have always made them feel that they didn't quite measure up to their expectations, even though they were both beautiful and smart. It made me more thankful for Dad, who even though he wasn't my biological father, had always made me feel special. Anyway, I realized once I'd gotten to know Olivia better that she simply needed to feel good about herself. Once I realized that her behavior annoyed Christian, I found ways to indirectly and discretely steer her in the right direction. She'd settled in very nicely to her new role as the executive office receptionist. And thankfully, she'd seemed to have gotten over her crush on Christian. She clearly didn't have any feelings of resentment towards me, and I was relieved about that.
Christian spent the rest of the meeting giving an update on the new CFO hunt, and I hoped he was right that they would hire someone in another week. The sooner he could get Hyde's shit cleaned up, the better. The rest of the meeting was updates from his staff, and I took my usual notes.
I thought the meeting went really well, but the morning went downhill from there. Apparently, Christian and Ros discovered more damage that Jack Hyde had left behind, worse than anything we could have ever imagined. When Ros had uncovered Hyde's deceit while Christian was in England, she'd thought he was merely attempting to discredit Christian and take over GEH. Apparently, it was much worse than that: Hyde had been attempting to not only discredit Christian but also implicate him in multiple white-collar crimes and ultimately to completely destroy GEH.
After our meeting ended, Christian and Ros met with three of the people in Finance that Hyde had fired but Christian had rehired. Of course, Troy and I both also attended as Christian and Ros's assistants. The rehired employees reported a cover-up of epic proportions. There was no question that if Ros had not fired Hyde when she had, GEH would have probably been destroyed from the inside out. Hyde's plan seemed to have been simply to cause one of the largest employers in the Pacific Northwest to implode, resulting in mass layoffs and economic disaster, and prison for Christian.
It didn't make sense. Hyde was not simply trying to take over GEH; he was trying to destroy GEH and Christian, and he would have succeeded if Ros had not taken action when she had. I could only imagine how horrible this would have been for Christian, after a month of intense mental health therapy following a near suicide attempt, to have come back to see the company he'd built with his own sweat and blood completely destroyed, and then to be arrested for crimes he didn't commit. He would have been so utterly devastated, I wasn't sure if he would have recovered.
Thank God, it didn't come to that, and Christian was back to his controlling, billion-dollar CEO self, determined to correct all of the chaos that Hyde had created, and then some. It was not going to be easy, not by a long shot, to correct all that Hyde had set into motion. In fact, as I sat in the meeting listening to the details of Hyde's schemes, I realized that it would be a miracle if I was able to leave GEH in a month. I could not leave Christian with this gargantuan task of cleaning all of this shit up; I had to be here to assist him, even if I found a person to eventually replace me. SIP could wait. GEH was where I wanted to be, because I knew how much this company meant to Christian. Besides, thousands of employees were counting on him, and they had no idea of how closely they had come to losing their livelihoods.
Andrea and Olivia were well aware of Jack Hyde's manipulation and deceit, as they had been there when the shit had hit the fan. They were not, however, aware of this latest discovery, and it was not my place to tell them. Instead, during our lunch, we steered clear of any talk of work and spent the time catching up on personal things.
I was just about to ask Olivia what was going on with Troy when Luke approached, looking serious. Dear God, what now?
"Ana, I'm sorry to interrupt your lunch, but Mr. Grey has asked that you return to the office immediately."
"What now, Luke?" I asked. I started wrapping up my food, of which I'd only taken a bite so far, since we'd only been here a few minutes. I was glad we'd chosen the deli, so it was easy to wrap up my sandwich and take it with me. Olivia had wanted to do the Chinese buffet, but Andrea and I had outvoted her.
Luke kept a stoic expression. "Mr. Grey will fill you in himself. But I need to get you back there immediately."
The edge in his voice told me that there was a security concern, and Christian was already under enough stress without this. I knew how concerned he was for my safety. In fact, I'd let him talk me into having Luke escort me to and from home again already, even though I'd only just arrived back and didn't see the point. Of course, it wasn't necessary today, since I'd come to work with Christian and Jason. But in general, I had promised Christian not to go anywhere alone without Luke, even on the weekends. Now that we'd been pictured together in the media, especially because that kiss at the airport had been shared all over the internet, there were more threats against me. I knew how much Christian worried about me, so I didn't hesitate to gather my stuff, apologize to the girls, and leave with Luke.
Ten minutes later, Luke and I walked into Christian's office, where Christian was pacing and shouting at someone on the phone. Luke quietly excused himself as I simply stood there and took in the situation. Christian was more agitated than I'd ever seen him.
"How the fuck could she just disappear into thin air?! Find her, damn it!" He listened for a moment and then shouted, "I don't give a shit, and I don't want to hear their fucking excuses. Of all fucking days for this to happen... And why the fuck did she even go to Escala during work hours on a Monday? She had to have known I wouldn't be there. What the hell is her game?" His hands were in his hair, literally pulling it. Holy shit, this was bad.
As Christian continued to listen to the other person on the phone, he looked at me with concern, examining my face to make sure I was OK. He continued his phone conversation without taking his eyes off me. "She had a knife. A fucking knife! Which she used on herself! If Ana had been there... She threatened her, damn it! She said she was there to... take care of her. What the hell else would that mean? If Ana had been there... would she have used that fucking knife on Ana instead of herself? I'm not going to stand for this shit, Welch! Escala is supposed to be one of the most secure residences in the city. How the hell did she get in? And how the fuck was she able to just.. walk a-fucking-way from the fucking hospital?!"
As I sat down on the sofa in Christian's office and continued to listen to him yelling on the phone, I pieced together all that he'd just revealed on the phone. A woman whose identity I did not know had shown up at Escala today. She was the security threat. It sounded like she'd broken into Christian's apartment, threatened me, and then cut herself somehow. I'm not sure if there was more, but either way, it had seriously pissed Christian off. Oh, and she'd gotten away. As I kept listening, I figured out that Christian was most upset by the fact that this woman had been able to penetrate his fortress, and they weren't sure how, and, even more alarming, she had threatened me. But there was more... Gail had witnessed her cutting herself. Dear God, had Gail been there alone? Was she injured too?
Christian berated the person on the phone, which I gathered to be Alex Welch, for another five minutes or so. I wondered why he wasn't having Jason handle this since it was a personal security issue, and Alex Welch was the head of security of GEH. Christian was normally careful to keep GEH business separate from his personal affairs. After Christian ended the call with Alex, I got several of my questions answered as he then immediately called Jason.
"How is she, Taylor?" Christian asked him much more calmly than I expected considering his tone when talking to Alex. Was he asking Jason about Gail? Had she really been injured?
"Yes, two suites at the Fairmont. And make sure she knows that any spa treatments are on me. Hell, book her a full body massage. Take the rest of the day off." Christian paused to listen before he answered, "Welch is handling it, and I've got Ryan and Reynolds. Sawyer is with Ana. We're covered. What about the new girl?" Christian paused to listen again.
New girl? In the context of security?
"That's good. I'll tell her." Christian paused to listen again, and then said, "Normally I'd agree with you, but this is Gail we're talking about. I've realized a lot of things over my month in therapy. You two are like family. I need you, both of you. And she's your fiancee, so she needs to come first right now. I can spare you for one day."
Holy shit! I'd never heard Christian talk to Jason like this before!
"OK, I'll see you both this evening. Thanks, Jason." And holy shit, he'd just called him Jason, and thanked him!
When Christian ended the call, he came to me and sat down beside me. As he took my hands in his, I could feel how shaken he was. "I can't lose you," he said quietly.
"What's happening, Christian?" I asked him. "Who was that woman who broke into your apartment today?"
He sighed. "Nobody that needs to concern you," he replied angrily. I knew his anger wasn't directed at me.
"Well, it does concern me. She threatened me. I need to know, Christian."
He sighed again before he replied, his voice not much louder than a whisper, "OK, I'll tell you." He was silent for a minute, and I began to doubt if he was actually going to. But then he spoke. "Her name is Leila Williams. She was my submissive for about three months a couple of years ago. I ended our agreement after she... wanted more. I didn't do... more."
"More?" I asked confusedly.
"Hearts and flowers and romantic bullshit," he explained. "I never wanted any of that until I met you."
"Oh," I said simply. OK, then.
"According to Taylor... he keeps tabs on all of them... she had something tragic happen a few months ago. After I ended things with her, she found somebody else. Even got married. But her husband was killed in an accident a few months ago. She apparently... didn't handle it well. And then, this weekend, the news broke about us."
"She got it into her head that you were now willing to do more," I supplied.
"Yeah, and now she wants to get you out of her way," he agreed.
"So she can have you," I added.
"She'll never have me," Christian insisted. "I belong to you. But I'm scared out of my mind that she's going to keep trying until she hurts you."
"Christian, I'm still the same person who landed you on your ass at my job interview," I reminded him. "And I almost broke Luke's wrist."
"Yes, Ana, I know you're a badass. But if she comes after you with a gun, what are you going to do? Today, she came after you with a knife. If you'd been there..."
"Well, I wasn't," I interrupted. "If I'd been there, I would have beaten the shit out of her, but I wasn't.
"Knowing Leila, she would have enjoyed that, but she had a knife, Ana. She was going to stab you with it. When you weren't there, she sliced her own wrists in front of Gail."
"She's clearly crying out for help if she did that," I insisted. "It sounds like she's a bigger threat to herself than to me."
"Any threat to you is too much for me," Christian responded. He sat up and straightened his shoulders. His voice took on a much harsher tone than he normally used with me. It was reminiscent of a board meeting, or a meeting with the head of a company that he was taking over. "Things have to change, immediately, Ana. Leila is still out there, and she wants to hurt you. Sawyer is to be with you, 24/7 from now own, and I've hired a new CPO for you, a female. Her name is Belinda Prescott. She starts tomorrow, and she will also accompany you everywhere, even when you take a piss."
This was too much for me. On one hand, I knew where Christian was coming from. He was terrified that somebody was going to hurt me. On the other hand, he was being too high handed. He was acting like a Dominant, even though he knew damn well that I was no submissive. I needed to step away before I said something I'd regret.
"Speaking of taking a piss," I said, to give myself a few minutes. "Excuse me for a minute." Without another word, I got up and went to his ensuite bathroom.
I took my time using the bathroom. As I looked in the mirror, examining my features, I wondered for the millionth time why Christian had chosen me. Why had he not wanted more with Leila or any of those other women? Being who he was, he could have had a perfect submissive, but he wanted plain old, inexperienced, unsubmissive Ana Steele. Well, for whatever reason, he had fallen in love with me, and he'd made it clear in so many ways over the past two months that he wanted me exactly as I am. He did not want an experienced submissive. He wanted me, and was, in fact, head over heels in love with me. And I believed him. And I hadn't told him yet, but I'd fallen just as hard for him. Head over freaking heels. And right now, instead of being annoyed with him, I needed to determine the best way to set his worried mind at ease.
Walking back into the room, a thought occurred to me of what would really take Christian's mind off these troubles and, at the same time, give him something he needed. Something he hadn't had for a long time, of that I was sure. What I wasn't so sure about was whether I could pull it off, but I could try. I was willing to try a lot of things... for Christian.
I walked back over to where he was still seated on his couch, and instead of sitting next to him, I knelt in front of him. I looked in his eyes and said, "Christian, there are a few things I'd like to say to you, but I'll save most of them for later. When you're more... calm. But all I want to say to you right now is this. I am not a submissive. I will never be a submissive. And you've made it clear that you don't want a submissive. And I'm kneeling in front of you right now, not because I want to make you think I'm submitting to you, but simply because... well... I think I'd rather have a conversation right now with Little Grey than with Big Grey."
I relished the look of shock in his eyes as I said that, and the usual blush from my referring to his dick with the nickname he'd let slip. He had no idea just how adorable he was. He had no idea just now much I adored him. Well, I was about to give him an idea.
Without another word, I reached up and began to unbuckle his belt.
"Ana... what the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked. His voice sounded shocked... but also aroused. "It's the middle of a work day. We can't..."
I sat back on my knees and looked at his face again. "You're right," I said. I got up, walked over to the closed door, and locked it. He watched my every move, and when I stood in front of him again, I noticed that Little Grey had grown in the past few seconds.
"Ana, I'm warning you... There is a time and place for everything, and this..."
I interrupted him. "I agree, Christian, and this is the time and place. Now, as I said, I'm done talking with you for now. Little Grey and I need to have words." With that, I turned around, lifted my skirt and slipped off my panties, giving Christian a good view of my ass before I let my skirt fall over it again.
"Ana, I'm not going to take your virginity in my office," Christian insisted.
"I'm not planning on giving you my virginity in your office, Christian. That will have to wait until later. Now, I think you're done talking for now." In that moment, as the words escaped my lips, I knew that I was ready. I wanted Christian in every way, and I hoped before the day was over that we would go all the way. Not now though. I agreed with Christian... I wanted our first time to be in a bed, not in his office.
Without another word, I shoved my panties into his mouth to shut him up. Then I knelt in front of him again and placed my hands on his knees. Then I waited for some kind of sign from him to make sure it was OK for me to continue.
Christian's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head, and I wasn't sure whether he'd allow me to continue. He easily could have spit out my panties and taken control of the situation. For a moment, we stared at one another, my eyes silently asking his permission to continue. When he relaxed into the couch and spread his legs apart, I knew I had him.
Without further delay, I quickly finished undoing his belt and trousers and released Little Grey in record time. He popped out at me, eager for my touch. I'd decided since Christian first referred to his dick with his pet name for it that I would humor him by treating it as just that, a pet. When I saw how it affected him when I'd done that over the weekend, I knew it was the right way to continue. And with all the shit that had gone down today, Christian needed some comic relief. And some other kind of relief as well.
"Well, hello there, big boy," I said, stroking Christian's dick softly. In fact, I was petting it, as if it were a dog. "You look excited to see me. And I have to tell you, I'm excited to see you too." I glanced up at Christian and saw how dark his eyes had become. He was watching me intently, not even blinking.
I looked back at his dick and continued talking and stroking him softly. "Now, I have a special treat for you today, Little Grey. Actually, I have two very special treats. One for now, and another for later. The one right now is this." I quickly placed a kiss on his head before I kept talking. "No, not just a kiss, but my mouth. I'm going to suck you. I'm going to make you come with my mouth."
I chanced a glance up at Christian's face, and he still looked shocked. But he wasn't stopping me, so I continued. "The treat later... Well, here is some news that I think you're going to love hearing, Little Grey. My... umm... Matilda... has been wanting to meet you for a while now."
Matilda? Of all the names I could come up with on the spur of the moment, I chose a character from a children's book? Good going, Ana. Just fucking brilliant.
"Mmm-uhh-uhh?" Christian mumbled through his mouthful of panties, with a confused look on his face. Did I mention how adorable he is?
I smiled up at him. "You call this guy 'Little Grey,' so what's wrong with me calling my petunia Matilda?" I looked back at his dick again, and continued, "And Matilda has decided that today's the day that she wants to meet you, big boy. So later... tonight... Matilda wants to make you come. That is... if you would like that. I think you'd like that, right boy?" This time, I gave his shaft an open-mouthed kiss.
Christian moaned, and I glanced up at his face and smiled sweetly. He moaned again and spread his legs further, scooting a little so that Little Grey was closer to me. I looked at Little Grey again and continued speaking to him.
"But here's the thing, Little Grey. I'm ready to give you your first treat now, but I have a confession first. I've never done this before. So you're going to have to be a good boy and be patient with me, OK? I mean, I practiced on a banana when I was in college, but you're a big boy, a lot bigger than that banana was. Maybe I should have practiced on a summer sausage instead. Oh well, too late now. You're just going to have to accept what I have to give you. Do you think you can do that?"
Out of my periphery, I noticed Christian's head moving, and I glanced up at him. He was nodding his head vigorously. I smiled at him before I licked the pre-cum off Little Grey's head while still keeping eye contact with Christian. When he moaned, I did it again. I was quite surprised to find that I liked his taste. I'd expected it to be something I'd have to acquire.
"Mmm... you're delicious," I said as I smiled at him again. Then I used my lips to shield my teeth as I took him into my mouth. I tried to recall everything I'd ever read or heard and put it all into practice. I used my tongue to caress his shaft while I reached up and cupped his balls with my hands. I kept all of my actions as tender as I could, sucking him gently until he moaned again. Slowly, I took him further into my mouth. I knew, at some point, I would start gagging, and I'd have to spit him out. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to deep throat him in my first blowjob ever. I'd have to learn how to do that, by practicing over time.
Sure enough, I gagged, and my eyes filled with tears. I had to spit him out, but only for a moment. Undeterred, I quickly put him back in my mouth and sucked a little harder than before. The next time he hit the back of my throat, I did my best to relax and breathe through my nose, just as I'd read about. I only gagged a little, and I didn't have to spit him out. I chanced a glance at his face again and was delighted to find that his eyes looked shocked again. In a very good way.
Christian began to grunt, as best he could with my panties jammed in his mouth, and moments later, he erupted in my mouth. I had been expecting this, but not quite as quickly as it had happened. I did my best to swallow it all down. Like I said, I liked his taste, and I liked how it felt going down my throat. There was a lot of it though, so some of it dripped down my chin. I didn't mind.
I knew I'd just shocked the shit out of him, but I'd also surprised myself, because I hadn't expected to like giving a blowjob so much. I thought it was something I was doing for him, not for me. I quickly realized, as I continued to lick him clean, that this was going to be something that I'd enjoy just as much as he would.
Only when Little Grey was completely soft and out of commission did I gently tuck him back into Christian's boxer briefs and zip up his trousers. Christian himself spit out my panties before he pulled me towards him and kissed the shit out of me. Hot damn, what a kiss!
I wasn't sure how long we kissed, but I was totally out of breath when he said, also breathlessly, "I can't believe you just did that! Holy shit, Ana!"
"You like?" I asked. It was all I could get out as I was still catching my breath.
"Oh my God! Do I like?" He answered the question with another searing kiss.
Now I was straddling him on the couch, and his hands were up my skirt, massaging my naked ass. As we continued to kiss, he cupped my sex, and then inserted a finger.
"Christian," I moaned. "We can't. I want to, but..."
"I know, baby. I'd never do that here. Well, not the first time, anyway. But you're so wet, and... Matilda... feels so good."
I made some kind of sound that can only be described as a mixture between a moan, a snort, and a laugh. He was pumping... Matilda, and it felt... wow.
"I can't believe I called it that," I managed to get out.
"What, called your petunia Matilda, out loud?" Christian asked innocently as he pumped a little more vigorously.
Now I couldn't laugh, but only moan. "Christian!"
"That's right, Angel. You're almost there, aren't you?"
I nodded, and we kissed again as Christian used his hand to show me the meaning of life. He added a finger, one at a time, so that by the time I reached my orgasm, he was pumping me with three fingers, all while his thumb was rubbing my clit.
I think Christian knew I was going to scream, so just before I climaxed into the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced, he kissed me and swallowed my scream. Moments later, Christian's office phone rang. As I came back down to earth, I heard Christian answer, and I heard Olivia's voice saying that Christian's 1:30 appointment had arrived. I was amazed at how... normal... Christian sounded as he told Olivia to set them up in the conference room and serve them beverages. I was still unable to speak, even after Christian had ended the call.
"Are you OK?" Christian asked me tenderly.
I nodded at him and smiled, but still didn't speak.
Christian smiled back at me. "You rock my world, I rock yours. Touché, Ms. Steele."
"You're welcome," I replied, with a smirk.
We both stood up, and Christian straightened my clothes so I'd look more presentable. I glanced around for my panties, which Christian had discarded from his mouth. I knew they'd be damp, but I needed them anyway. But I didn't see them anywhere.
"Christian, where are my panties?" I asked him.
He smirked at me and reached into his pocket. "Oh, you mean these?" he asked teasingly as he held them up, out of my reach.
"Give them here. I can't go into a business meeting with no panties."
His smirk only got bigger. "The way I see it, you gave them to me. So they're mine now." He pocketed them again.
"Christian..." I began to argue.
"Did you mean it earlier?" he asked me. "I mean... no pressure if you change your mind. I'm just... wondering. What you said earlier... to my dick. About... you know...?
"About meeting Matilda?" I asked him with a smirk of my own.
"Be honest, Angel, how long have you called your cunt 'Matilda'?" he asked, looking amused.
"Oh, about... ten minutes or so, give or take," I answered. I knew I was blushing, just like he had when he'd first called his dick "Little Grey."
He chuckled and asked, "What about referring to it as your 'petunia'?"
I giggled. Were we really having this conversation? And as if calling my pussy a name from a children's book wasn't bad enough, I'd also called it a petunia. How juvenile could I be? I answered Christian, "I think I got that from my grandma, Ray's mom, when I was little. She died years ago. But she would always ask me after I took a bath if I remembered to wash my petunia. She took these things quite seriously." I managed to say all of that with a straight face.
Christian laughed, but then turned serious. "I need to know, Ana. You told Little Grey... you said you wanted... do you really... I mean, no pressure, I just wondered..."
"Now who's getting flustered talking about sex?" I teased him.
"Did you just say the S word?" he asked with fake shock on his sexy face.
I smiled radiantly at him and answered, "Yes, I said it, and yes, I meant it. I want you, Christian. Tonight."
"We're staying at the Fairmont tonight. And I'm going to make it a night that you'll remember for the rest of our lives."
"Matilda and I are counting on that," I told him.
I went into his ensuite and freshened up. I didn't want to go into a business meeting as his assistant with just-fucked hair, or with his cum dripping down my chin. Thankfully, my hair was cooperating today, and it didn't take long for me to be ready for the meeting.
The rest of the day went much more smoothly than the morning had. Thankfully, there were no more horrible financial discoveries or dangerous women with knives. In fact, there was very little discussion about the security threat, as Leila Williams had somehow mysteriously disappeared off the face of the earth. Other than Christian telling Welch to check into Elena Lincoln's contact with Leila Williams, there weren't any more surprises regarding security. Besides, both of us were too busy with Christian's regularly scheduled meetings to think about much else.
Neither of us mentioned my missing panties. At least not verbally. There was a lot that we communicated with our eyes.