My dear little broccolis

💚 Untouchable 💚

Anastasia Steele comes to live with her uncle who works for the billionaire Christian Grey. He is rich, handsome and thoughtful, she is gorgeous, funny and smart. Only problem is, he is her uncle's boss, and she is seventeen.

‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️

‼️Lemons/Cuteness/Language/Humour/Romance/Light BDSM‼️

‼️CG+AS/Elena/Jason Taylor/Luke Sawyer/Carla Steele‼️

Chapter 3: Good Or Bad Girl? (3.3K)

Ana's PoV

The next two weeks that followed my little pool time with Mr Grey, have been interesting, to say the least. Uncle J told me that I have been offered a position at GEH which I gladly accepted. I mean, I won't have to deal with rude customers anymore, and I will be paid more money so it's a win-win situation for me. I've signed all the paperwork as well as an NDA yesterday and I should be starting Monday, with double the salary of what I was making working at Jenna's.

But this new job is not what made my weeks, it was those Friday nights. Mr Grey came back to swim both times and we had our five little minutes together on the lift back home. That's when I learned that he used to come here weekly as well, but since I came he has been rather busy and hadn't had the chance to do so at decent times. Because going to the pool at 2 am is definitely not a good thing in my book. Mr Grey also has quite a come back when he wants, which I think is cool. He's not as stuck up as I could have expected.

Last Friday, after our swim, I made a joke about the fact that I have seen him three times in a swimsuit, and he had three different swimwear, so he bounced back on being a hidden fashionista and he knew how to make me sleep with the fish if that ever got out. But of course, even though I joke, I am far from complaining. It looks like Mr Grey is packing. Not that I looked … who am I kidding? I totally looked! And to be fair, why shouldn't I? I am pretty sure he checked me out on more than one occasion when he thinks I'm not looking. Which I don't mind either. It's nice to have a good-looking guy make you feel good looking yourself.

I mean, I know I'm far from ugly. Besides the subjective nature of beauty, I work out and I like to take care of myself. Whether it is through sports, or beauty routines. Every Sunday is a deep homemade spa for me, full of masks, clays and scrubs. Carla always made such a fuss about that, saying that I was just looking after myself because I wanted to whore myself around. The irony.

But anyway, today is Saturday, and I've had my first jujitsu lesson. Which was quite nerve-wracking... I'm used to be rather good at most things I try. Jujitsu was not one of them. And of course, since I have such a competitive mind, it will only make me work on that even more. I hate to admit failure. So this is definitely going to be something I will obsess over in the next few months. And then I was invited to a party. I had to argue quite a lot with Uncle J to be allowed to go there, and I had this ridiculous curfew of 10 pm. Who comes back home from a party at 10 pm?

Which is even more ridiculous given the fact that I know he and Luke have a date night tonight and they won't be home anyway to check if I got home on time. So being the disobedient teen that I am, I pushed my luck to 1 am. I was having such a great time and I didn't want to cut down my fun. Worst case scenario, I get grounded. The memories will still be there. Plus, I had my wingman with me, to make sure nothing too bad happened to me.

Jose Rodriguez.

Ideally, I should go out with him and complete this high school cliche. He is the captain of his team and the quarterback and I am the lead cheerleader. We are both crazy about the MCU, though we both agree that comic-wise, DC has much better stories and villain arcs, and we both compete for the title of valedictorian. I know, we definitely don't go for this cliche that cheerleaders and footballers should only care about it.

He's actually a really nice person. The first person with whom I really connected in school. He wants to make a career out of his football and that is why he never drinks at parties. He's quite serious about it. And that's how we actually bonded. At my first party after a game, some of his teammates were trying to pressure him to drink, and I just opened my big fat mouth. So we started hanging out more often than for the games.

Right now, he's driving me back home as we talk about the party and what we think will come out of it.

"I swear that if Aziz doesn't make a move on Christine soon, I'm going to have to do it for him," Jose says with a mocking whine as he takes a turn closer to my place. I laugh with him, agreeing. Aziz has been turning around Christine since I arrived, and apparently, he already had a crush on her last year. The guy is not taking it slow, he's making a detour through Mordor.

"Maybe Christine will be nice and put him out of his misery," I suggest, which makes him snort.

"Christine being nice? Oh Ana, don't be so gullible. I mean, yes she is a nice person, but I think that she likes knowing that there is this guy pining over her. I heard that she makes him run after her on purpose."

"Oh, don't listen to everything you hear. I mean, if we go with gossip, I heard that we were dating."

"But Ana … you should know that we are meant to be," he responds, batting his lashes in my direction like an idiot.

I roll my eyes at his silliness and he grins before pulling over in front of Escala. He looks at the building with a whistle as he tells me, "Man, I didn't know you were a proper rich girl."

"Have you met me? What about me screams rich girl?"

"This building. I mean Escala screams rich people."

"Oh … no. I just happen to have a guardian who works for the rich and spoiled. I'm still a peasant."

He laughs with me and I open the door of his car, "Anyway. Thank you again, Jose. I'll see you Monday at school."

Then, I leave as he wishes me goodnight and I get in the elevator, longing for my bed. I'm not even sure if I will take the time to wash my face. I'm just tired and I feel like the alcohol is getting to my system, which isn't necessarily a good thing. But of course, I am not so lucky. The doors open to Mr Grey who seems surprised to see me. He slides to the side to let me in and I look at him from head to toe.

Why is Mr Grey always so hot? Even when he comes home in a fucking dishevelled tuxedo, he looks hot. If he needs help undressing… I'm more than happy to help. I turn to look at the elevator's doors and I hear him chuckle behind me which makes me turn my head slightly. His eyes are on my simili-leather shorts as he tells me,

"I take it that you went out tonight."

"Yup."

"Didn't I hear something about a 10 pm curfew?"

"Are you going to snitch on me? Nobody likes a tattletale, Mr Grey," I retort, though I'm really hoping he's just joking. I don't have the moral strength to endure a lecture right now. I'm really hoping Uncle J and Luke are deep in their sheets and in their sleep.

Mr Grey smirks at me, his eyes slowly going from my shorts to my sheer top, to my face and though I can't be sure, I'd swear he is closer than when I got in the lift.

"I don't know, Ana. It does look like you've been drinking as well. Bad girls deserve to be punished, one way or another."

"Well, in that case, why don't you punish me, and we leave Uncle J out of this whole thing."

This makes him open his eyes wide open and he clears his throat as shock paints on his face. I guess he wasn't expecting me to be so bold. But I blame the alcohol and his hotness. I mean, when someone is that hot, you do have some issues focussing on things.

"It's called a joke, Mr Grey. Don't CEOs joke from time to time? You should try, it's good for the soul."

His eyes are still on me, forbidding me to look anywhere but into his grey orbs and he takes a step toward me, closing the distance between us as he lowly says in a growl, "Don't joke about things you can't see through. You won't get to the finish line."

I raise an eyebrow at that, immediately taken on the challenge and I tell him, "Don't underestimate me, Mr Grey. I know how to work up a guy."

As I say so, I bite my lower lip, looking at him from head to toe and wishing I'd be bold enough to take a step toward him, but he's the one who does so, his eyes laser-focused on my lip as he cages me against the wall of the elevator. I can smell the mix of his perfume with his sweat, and it's … overpowering. It's clearly a mix to dull the senses.

"The thing is, I am not a guy. I am a man. And men eat up good little girls like you."

Well … if this man wanted to make me melt, he definitely succeeded. How am I supposed to keep my cool when he says things like that? I mean, I wouldn't mind being eaten as of right now. What I wouldn't give to have his face between my legs as he would make me reach heaven with his tongue. But of course, I don't say any of that. I mean, he's just playing into this game we play and I know that he doesn't mean any of that. He's just trying to get the last word.

"Good thing I'm a bad girl, then," I retort with sass and he chuckles. He probably noticed the way my breathing is not as steady as it should be and the way my voice wavered a little.

He lets me out of his human cage just in time as the lift gets to our floor and with a small bow of his head indicates me to get out first. I do and go straight to my room, stripping to my underwear once there and getting to bed as soon as I'm comfortable. This was fucking hot. It might have just been a game, but it was hot and it left me all tingly and so I reach for my spare pillow and bring it between my legs as I close my eyes and imagine what could have happened if there had been a malfunction of some kind that would have stopped the elevator.

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So whether Mr Grey snitched or not, Uncle J didn't say a word about me not respecting curfew. I like to believe that Mr Grey kept his tongue-tied. I mean, if he wants to untie it, I would be more than willing to give him a place to do so, but that's just in my sick fantasies. Maybe I should fake a drowning next Friday to get some mouth-to-mouth action. Or maybe I should just stop fantasising over my uncle's boss and get an actual boyfriend if I need some action.

On Monday, I started working after school for Mr Grey and it is actually quite interesting. Mr Grey is definitely much more hands-on than I thought. I always pictured him coming at the end of the day to collect his money, but he knows everything that is happening. From the small littlest things of the first branch of business he opened to the latest deal he is working on. I would even say that he is a bit of a control freak because everything must pass by him. Andrea (and therefore me) is here to check that everything is up to date and clear before making him sign. And often we have to send the papers back for little mistakes or things that actually don't make sense. I have to say that it can be a bit overwhelming.

But that's not the worst about working for Mr Grey. The worst is that he is always busy and we are always looking for him. After working for him for the past couple of weeks, I think that people are actually scared of him. Which I don't necessarily understand why. He tells it how it is without any gloves. And if it means you didn't do your job right, he won't hesitate to say so. And because he's such an in-the-moment kind of man, he goes to the person to say so instead of calling them. Which means that many times I play at Where is Waldo, the Grey version.

So far, in two weeks of working for him, I haven't yet been told I don't know how to do my job. Whether it is him, or Andrea. Andrea is actually so nice to me. I think she really enjoys her job because she often texts me after she's gone to let me know about something she thought of afterwards. I don't know if I would be so invested in someone else's company pregnant as she is if I didn't love my job. And the pay is more than good.

HR made sure to tell me that every hour started would be counted as extra. And I already have my internship covered for the end of the year, so that's great as well. Though I'm not sure what I will be able to talk about with my NDA and all. But all of this to say, I like working for GEH.

Especially since they are so accommodating with my other activities and since I get to spend more time with Uncle J. After Andrea leaves when I get there, Uncle J comes to her desk and works from there so we can have light conversations as I work on my papers. He said that he saw with Mr Grey and that it wasn't a problem. But then again, in the late afternoon and evenings, Mr Grey is more easily traceable. He's in his office, talking on the phone to people on the other side of the globe.

There is even a couple of times when Mr Grey told Uncle J that he could go home early and he drove me home with him, usually, that happens on Fridays, and I think it's because he knows we have our little pool experiment afterwards so I don't mind the time. Of course, Uncle J worried that I might not feel uncomfortable around Mr Grey, so I played the cool card as if I didn't care. Let's just say, it's a good thing Uncle J can't read into my mind and doesn't know what happens to poor Mr Grey once I am alone in bed.

Right now, Uncle J is in his office to check something with one of his security guys, and I'm looking at the paperwork Mr Grey has to sign for this charity he is invested in. Mr Grey is a very charitable man who actually doesn't only just give money but time as well to the causes he supports. But I'm sure he could do even more, so little me gathers my paperwork, along with the paper I did for him to prove my point and I go knock on his door. He should be done with Beijing by now. He tells me to come in and his eyes stop on my skirt for a moment as I get closer to his desk.

"I have the donation for the hospital ready for you to sign, Mr Grey," I let him know, putting the papers in front of him and he nods, looking over what I just gave him. I take a deep breathe and ask,

"If I may … are you fond of certain charities in particular, or any will do?"

He looks at me before leaning back on his chair and telling me, "No, Ana. I like to put my mouth where my money goes. When you come to be where I am, it's easy to give money here and there to get a tax reduction, but it's better to actually care enough about the less fortunate to respect them enough as to see them as more than just a tax evasion scheme."

I nod, really impressed by how humble he is being right now. I mean, I've been hanging around rich kids for a while now, if they want to be arrogant, they can. And Mr Grey does often tease me about how he only settles for the best of the best. But this … this little thing about being human, he was humbled by it.

So I let my big mouth run for me, "I think it's cool that you're so involved. Not just in the charities, but also here, at work. I mean, I'm sure the machine would run itself now, but you're still here, making sure everything goes smoothly. You don't let the little man like me slave away for a megalomaniac who knows nothing."

"Slave away …" he repeats with a smile, his eyes back on me before quickly going to my skirt. It was so brief that I'm not even sure he didn't just blink. I shrug, clearing my throat as I explain myself,

"I mean … you know, the whole us VS them. You're obviously them, but you still take the time to make us know that we're not taken for granted. Not every CEO does that. I think you should be proud of yourself, you still have some good ethics."

His silver gaze pierces me, and for a brief second, I feel naked under his eyes before I take my papers, thinking that I still need to work on my pitch. He watches me walk away, but I still hear him mumble to himself, "Sure, we'll say I have good ethics."

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Christian's PoV

Good ethics … this girl clearly doesn't know what is happening in my mind. Right now, she and her fucking skirt are anything but good ethics. It's more something dirty, luscious and savage. That pencil skirt is going to be the end of me! It's not the first time she's worn it, but every time she does so, I just want to rip it out of her. That skirt was made for her by the devil himself. And I'd happily damn myself to peel her out of it.

I know that tonight I will jerk myself off thinking of her in my office with her fucking pencil skirt. If anyone knew how I spent the past few weeks in my imagination, I would be jailed for sure. And that is if Taylor didn't kill me first for lusting over his precious niece.

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Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed

💚 Well, Jose has entered the game, but it looks like some people are definitely lusting over the other ...

💚 Do you think Ana is a bad girl that should be punished, or a good girl that should be left alone?

💚 And still the same question, who will make the first move? I mean, they obviously both want it very much, but who will crack first?

💚 E L James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise, Everything else is mine (including the mistakes and grammar errors).

Love, Mina 💚💚💚