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 4: Unladylike (2,6K)

Christian's PoV

Okay, I'm not going to lie, Ana is a breath of fresh air. I'm not going to pretend and say that the fact that she often marvels and finds wonders in what I do or say isn't a boosting factor for my ego, but still, I genuinely enjoy her presence around. For more than just the obvious lust I have for her. I think that what is most endearing to me is her devil-may-care attitude.

For instance, at work, I've never seen her cower before me. And lord knows that the whole wide world is aware when I don't like something, especially when someone is trying to screw me over, which happens at least thrice a week. Andrea is used to me raising my voice on the phone at some idiot trying to scam me, so she just works through it. Ana just looks at me with a small amused smile before looking back at her computer screen. I mean, it's really rare that my anger is directed toward my employees, but when they start, they're just not used to the outburst. But it seems little Miss Anastasia Steele doesn't really care about that.

Taylor. Miss Anastasia Taylor. It dawned on me just a few days ago that Ana doesn't like to be called Miss Steele because it is her mother's name. Taylor has started legal procedures for Ana to get her father's name again and just a few days ago it has been made official. Problem is, I can't call her Miss Taylor. I can't even call Taylor Mr Taylor. First, because Taylor doesn't like it so. Second, because I don't want to think of him when I have Ana in mind.

Especially when we often have those little innuendos. I have to say that she is good. Because I never know if she says those innuendos on purpose or not. I mean, what she says can be taken so sexually sometimes, but she says it with such an innocent face that I am never sure. And apart from her drunken night when she was all about being a bad girl, she hasn't been that outright. Even when we see each other at the pool every Friday night.

I guess she was right and we did turn Friday nights into our secret little dates. So secret that we don't even say that it is. And I am not going to pretend that I don't love those Friday nights. Not just because I get to see her in her bikini, but also because I get to see her swimming. She has great cardio and she definitely has great muscles. And what I wouldn't give to test the durability of her cardio and muscles first hand. I am ever so grateful for the cold water of the pool that helps me keep a levelled head at first.

Then, it's easier to not get a boner. Until I get back home and jerk off as if I were a teenager again. I don't think Elena ever had that effect on me. I was rather … tamed as a teen. Yes, I often thought of sex, and I used every opportunity I had to be with Elena and do the deed. But I didn't crave her the way I'm craving Ana. It's a bit worrisome if you ask me.

And that's why I went out with Elliott and Jack this week, trying to pick up a woman who's more age-appropriate to me. I'm probably just missing sex. Because even though we used to have sex on a daily basis with Elena, that stopped a couple of years ago when I learned that she was cheating on me. I didn't want to get any disease in case she didn't cover up. Yes, a couple of years ago, I thought I could still fix my marriage. Some people take time to understand when things are just broken.

But at the bar, no matter how many pretty women were there, no matter that a couple of them tried to make the first move, it didn't do it for me. All I was thinking was Ana. Ana in her bikini. Ana in her fucking pencil skirt. Ana in her cheerleading outfit. Ana and her smile … after all, her smile is the first thing I saw and what made me look at her twice. A smile that can definitely power the sun. I can't believe I'm getting horny over a fucking smile.

But what can I say? I guess those last two years and a half of total celibacy have made me weak prey for smart hot girls. Or maybe it's the whole forbidden fruit that makes her more appealing. Because technically, she isn't necessarily jailbait. She's seventeen, and I would be in my legal right in the state of Washington. But I would be dragged to the dirt publicly. And then, for good measures sent to jail. That's one of the downs of being a public figure. You get slapped silly for things that a normal person would only get a stern look.

And most importantly, Taylor. He totally gives that overprotective Dad vibe. And I don't want to cross him. He isn't my CPO for nothing. The man could knock down a gorilla with just one look. He cares a lot for his niece. Never before Ana came into his life has Taylor asked for a day off or to leave early. But when she had to cheer for a game, I was the first to know because Taylor wanted to be there for her. Or the favour he asked when Ana apparently mentioned to him that she would love one day to know how it feels to be in a sports car after she saw my collection of big boy toys.

That favour is actually my favourite. Once a week, I tell Taylor to go home early and that I will drive Ana home after work in one of my sports cars. And Ana loves the speed. And I love to impress her. It's good for my ego, and I love the fucking smile it puts on her face. As I said, a fucking sunny smile. What man wouldn't do anything in his power to get her to smile like that forever?

Anyway, it's actually one of those days when I drove Ana home in my newest Porsche, and she still has that beautiful smile on her face. What I wouldn't do to lean down and seal that smile with a kiss. Yeah, yeah, I'm delirious. We've worked until late to be fair. It's almost 10 PM and the only reason I left the office is that I know it's a school night and I don't want her to be dead to the world tomorrow.

We get in the elevator and I press the home button as she reflects my thoughts, "I hope Luke has made something hot. I need warm food to comfort my insides."

I chuckle and nod in agreement. Sawyer deserves to be working in a fucking five stars restaurant, which is why I pay him way above the market value for a housekeeper. I don't want him to go and be replaced by a lifeless drone. His food is heavenly. Though I have noticed that his menu got a lot more varied and tastier ever since a certain someone left. But then again, Sawyer (unlike Taylor) never made it a secret that he didn't like Elena.

I'm about to say that I hope he made his famous Mac and cheese when the elevator startles and suddenly stops. Great! All that I needed. To be stuck in a lift, with Ana of all people. This hasn't happened in years. I think the last time the elevator had an issue was when I first bought the condo. Years ago. Of course, I didn't live in it at the time, but I still knew of the things happening in Escala. Back then I wanted to buy the whole building.

I know that people at the front desk are immediately alerted when something like that happens, so I simply let out a heavy sigh and let myself slide to the ground. There is nothing else to do but wait for them to fix it. Of course, this was a terrible idea. Being n the floor gives me a better view of her ass in her fucking pencil skirt. The first time I saw her in this skirt, I almost busted in my pants. Like a fucking prepubescent kid. From this perspective, it looks like the skirt was sawn on her body to mould it perfectly. For fuck's sake!

I look away and I hear her bang her head against the door of the lift as she groans, "I'm starving. What did I do in another life to be punished like that?"

I'm starving too, but my hunger has totally shifted to something else … In fact, if she wants, I can give her something to eat right now. Definitely fat and juicy. I'll make sure that she's satiated. I quickly shake my head, doing my best to get rid of the instant boner that came to me and of course, the fucking temptress removes her jacket and shoes. Now, I have an even better view of her small décolleté.

She takes her phone out of her bag and she calls her uncle to let him know, "So guess what … we are stuck in the elevator. What kind of top-notch way of living is that? Can't even get a lift working properly." She glances my way with a mocking smirk and I can't help but chuckle.

This is definitely a jab at me bragging that I only invest in the top-notch. My cars, my clothes, my company, my home. She hangs up the phone and tells me what I already knew, we should be out in twenty minutes max. I nod, loosening my tie and undoing my own jacket and she grimaces as she looks at me and lets me know,

"If I sit on the floor like you, I'll end up in a position that definitely won't be qualified as ladylike. The downs of wearing a skirt."

Well, as someone who sees her in her pencil skirt, I'm only seeing perks. But my Mom raised me to be a gentleman so I get up, so she isn't the only one suffering from the uncomfortable situation. She immediately shakes her head,

"No, dude! Sit back. I was just thinking out loud."

"Dude?"

"Mr Grey. Sorry about that."

I smirk, not doing a thing to sit back and I say matter-of-factly, "I think that since you are off the clock, you can call me Christian. After all, you've seen more of me than any of my employees."

"Oh … well, since I'm off the clock, can I be unladylike?"

"Definitely," I say, turning my head to actually look at her instead of the doors. She seems to think about it for a moment before biting her lip and smirking back at me, her blue eyes forcing me to swim in them,

"I don't think you want to see me when I'm unladylike. You don't know what I'm capable of. I'm not sure you can actually handle what I'm capable of …"

Well, if I wasn't sure before, I know for sure this time that she is playing the game. There is no double meaning here, just plain old flirt. And like a moth to a flame, I follow her into that game as I get closer to her

"I don't know, Ana. I can handle quite a lot. What kind of unladylike behaviour did you have in mind?"

"I can't tell you, Mr Grey. Or you'll say I'm a bad girl again."

"Christian. And I like when you're a bad girl," I say, and there is just a mere millimetre between us.

"I know you do. Maybe I should misbehave more often and see if you'll finally punish me," she retorts, and I thank god that my jacket is between us, hiding my boner.

She bites her lip, her eyes steady on me and I know she knows she's driving me crazy. Her lips look like a fucking temptation in themselves. They were meant to be kissed, bitten and taken by me. How many times did I imagine simply kissing her for the sheer pleasure of tasting her lips? How many times did I imagine what it would look like to see my cock disappear in her mouth? I bring my hand to her hair, my eyes laser-focused on her fucking tempting lips. They're so close. Slightly parted. What do they taste like? They're slightly glossy so she definitely put some balm or gloss on them. Is it flavoured?

But before I can do anything crazy, the elevator startles and we put a reasonable distance between us, clearing our throats. Yeah, that was definitely something. And I will have to see Earl at some point to erase the security footage of what happened (or almost happened) in that elevator. Wouldn't want this to get out, and land on the media's lap. Or worse, Taylor's.

As soon as the door opens, we see Taylor who worriedly takes Ana's shoes from her hands along with her bag and jacket and he asks her, "You okay, kid?"

Though he is my CPO and should worry about my wellbeing, I think it's cute (and above, all normal) for him to worry first for his niece and make sure she's okay. No matter what, family trumps everything.

"Yup. I'm just starving. So please, tell me that Luke cooked something fat and unhealthy. I'm getting tired of his broccolis every two meals."

Both Taylor and I laugh because Sawyer has been cooking quite a lot of green as of late. According to him, he just wants to give Ana all the nutrients she needs to grow properly. Taylor gives me a look, silently asking m if I'm okay and I nod, saying that I need to check something in my office before joining them to eat. That's something new. I used to eat alone, but lately, I join them for dinner and enjoy the company.

I don't know how she so quickly turned her happy and innocent face when I have been seconds away from kissing the life out of her. I sit on my chair, doing my best not to think of what almost happened butt on the fact that Taylor is literally just a few feet away, worrying about her wellbeing.

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Ana's PoV

Mr Grey comes back five minutes later, and I look at him without looking at him. I mean, get a grip girl! This is getting dangerously more exciting. It's not the secrecy, I could do without. It's the game. He definitely knows what he's doing and that he's getting me worked up, but I keep playing because I'm a masochist who loves the torture apparently.

But for fuck's sake. He's not just my uncle's boss and his husband's. He's also my boss. This could go wrong on so many levels.

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Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed

💚 Well, I think we can agree that it was hot ... Now it seems that they are both on the verge of cracking ... Am I going to torture them much longer?

💚 Now we know why Christian is so horny, and we learned a tiny bit more about Ana ...

💚 And what do you think will happen next? And what about Taylor? What do you think of him?

💚 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 💚💚💚