Untouchable

by Mina's Fanfictions

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{OOC/AH/AU}

6. Chapter 5: Official Date

My dear little broccolis

💚 Untouchable 💚

Anastasia Steele comes to live with her Uncle J 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 J'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 5: Official Date (5,1K)

Ana's PoV

So it's been a couple of weeks since that crazy hot elevator ride that gave me the wettest dreams ever, and we're back at playing this game when we just talk. None of us mentioned what almost happened, but I think that the elevator starting again was sobering for the two of us … Sobering … as if we were drunk. Drunk on lust maybe, but that's it.

For my part, well he's my boss. And even if I didn't care about that, there's also Uncle J and Luke I have to think about. I don't want to do anything that can cause them trouble. Otherwise, I might have made a move or something. As for Mr Grey … Christian as he said to call him, I think it's pretty obvious that he thinks I'm jailbait. Which is ridiculous if you ask me. Despite the fact that I am seventeen, I've been taking care of myself (and Carla) since Dad died. So I'll say I'm mature enough when it comes to making decisions for myself. But then again, he doesn't know that. He just sees a high schooler who likes to mess around with him when she can. Which isn't wrong either.

Anyway, we still meet at the pool on Friday nights and I know he is looking forward to them. Last week, he made me postpone a business dinner to Saturday lunch when the other guy wanted it Friday night around the time we usually swim. I'm actually surprised that Uncle J hasn't caught up yet on the fact that we swim together like clockwork. Because it's not like we're trying to hide it. We diligently go to the pool every Friday and I've always been honest with Uncle J about where I was spending my Friday nights if I wasn't at a game cheering.

But then again, Uncle J probably thinks it's innocent time because … well it is. Neither of us ever acted on furthering this game into something physical. There was the lift thing, but that doesn't count. We were both tired and I kind of pushed it with all my talks of being a bad girl deserving of a good punishment.

And to be fair, our talks can also be non-flirty. Especially at the pool. (Probably because we're already half naked so we don't need to add the flirt to that). But we talk about mundane things as we swim. Never about work. It seems that Mr Grey likes to only be Christian once out of his office. But he asked me about my plans after school. Just last Friday I told him about my app, and the Friday before I told him about this whole ten years plan I have in my head (I didn't mention the dream book beneath my bed). And that's also how I learned that Christian wants to travel. Well, travel outside the bounds of work. He wants to see the world just for leisure but he admits himself that he never makes the time for it. He says that it's not something he necessarily wants to do alone.

So all of this to say, though the game remains from time to time, it's not the only thing that happens between us. And I think that's why I should try to be more careful around him. Because as long as it was just a sexual attraction, it could remain just a fantasy in my head. But now that I am starting to like the guy for more than just his obvious ridiculously good looks, I am bound to develop feelings over time, and that's just not something that can happen. I mean, I don't mind the age gap to be honest, but I mind the fact that he can ruin my family's life if he wants.

So this is why I am trying to limit our interaction to the minimum. I am not mature or strong enough to stop going to the pool on Friday nights altogether (it's the highlight of my week), but that's the only thing that I actively seek out. And thank God I am swarmed by homework anyway. It seems that February has started a frenzy amongst our teachers. They all drown us in tons of tests and homework, and between that, cheerleading, work and my Saturday lessons, I don't have much time to myself anyway.

As of right now, it is lunchtime, and José and I have skipped the thing so we could finish up on some homework. We often correct each other's homework and help where the other needs it, so here I am, correcting his physics homework whilst he is correcting my English essay. That bastard has such a knack for prose. It's like reading a dude from the 1800s, without the torture of being told to do so by teachers.

I'm correcting the last page of his homework when he laughs at his computer and tells me, "Oh, you need to look at that."

"Give me two minutes."

"And here I thought women could multitask. Yet another urban legend uncovered."

"I am multitasking. I am correcting the stupidity out of your paper and insulting you in my mind," I retort with a smirk which makes him laugh as I erase Watts that shouldn't be here.

Then I give him back his paper and he turns his laptop to show me the horror he was watching, a photo collage of us with the annotation that we are "the cutest couple" of our school. Kill me now! Ever since I moved in and gotten close to José, everyone has made it their mission in life to say that he and I are actually a thing. And no matter if we say over and over again that we are not a couple, people don't believe us. We have too much "chemistry" to not be a thing. It's getting ridiculous.

I grimace, looking at the thing and see that it has been published on our school website. Well, not really the school's website. It's a website run by students so we can have our very own version of gossip girls. And sometimes it is useful. For instance, just last week a student posted a summary of that book Mr Avery asked his students to read, with the highlights of the most important moments. So it's not just gossip, it's also students helping students, which I think is great.

But right now, I wish they had more homework to talk about rather than my nonexistent love life with José. Still, I know it's not his fault and it's not like it's hurting anyone. So I joke, "Well, at least they got us matching. We're both wearing yellow in those pics."

"I never saw you wearing yellow."

"That's because you don't pay attention to me. And there I thought you were my secret boyfriend."

He shakes his head and closes his laptop with the same grimace I made when I saw the picture. Then he takes back the paper I was correcting as I take my own laptop to check my emails and he sighs,

"It's sad though that people can't believe in friendship between men and women."

"I don't know, José. You did buy me tampons last month without being squeamish about it. That screams boyfriend goals to some girls."

"Had I known, I would have thrown in the chocolate and hot bottle as well," he jokes, making me laugh as I launch my emails.

He scrunches his nose, showing me a part of his paper that I completely rewrote for him and so I explain to him what he got wrong before going back to my emails and sorting the junk that didn't go to the spam.

"Maybe I should make up some boyfriend abroad. In Canada. I mean, it works in movies. Or maybe you should come out."

"Haha, so before people pretended to be straight to avoid problems, and now your solution is to pretend to be gay to avoid problems. Times have changed," he adds with a sigh.

I frown when I see that I got an email from GEH from a guy I never met before. I know he's Mr Grey's IT guy because every Wednesday morning Mr Grey sees him for various reasons, but that's all I know.

"I wonder why they keep pushing it though. I did tell the guys that we were just buddies. I used that exact word. Did you drool over my abs to the girls? Is that it?"

"Nah, your ass is much more interesting. But no one knows that. I should have made a pass at Kelly. I would have been labelled as the hot gay cheerleader and people would have left me alone."

José slaps me behind my head and reminds me, "Girl, you're already a walking fantasy, and you want to add the lesbian thing too. Ana … I thought you were smart."

I flip him the bird as I read through the email that Mr Sullivan sent me and see that I have an appointment with him next week. Did I use my computer for non-GEH matters? I don't think so. When I'm at work I only do my homework on paper when it's calm and I have nothing else to do. Oh well, I'll see then. I put in my calendar the appointment and let Mr Sullivan know that I will see him next week as I tell José,

"You know, since we planned to see the new Marvel movie together anyway, we should make a date out of it. Just to give them something to talk about. I'd rather control the narrative before they imagine me pregnant with your kid and whatever can pass through their mind."

José looks at me with a weird face before he carefully says, "Ana …"

"I'm not into you, either, dude. I just want to watch the movie with a connaisseur all the while making fun of all the idiots who can't get that we're just friends … Yes, I'm evil because I will totally play the part," I say in afterthought. I guess it's watching too many teen movies. I'll make my own teen drama since they give me the tools to do so.

He laughs, gathering his papers as the bell rang for our next class, "Well, will you get dolled up for me?"

"I don't know. Will you get dolled up for me?"

"Only if you buy me tampons and chocolate."

"Deal," I seal, bumping his fist and we get to algebra laughing about our Friday "date".

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When Friday night comes, I'm ready for the pretend date I have with José. I really went all out. I've always loved fluffy tulle skirts and dresses but I haven't had the opportunity to wear any since I came to Seattle. I mean, I'm certainly not going to dress like that at school, and I dress professionally at work, always in suits, whether they are trousers or skirts.

But tonight, I am dressing up. It's been a while since I went out on a date. And though I know this is anything but a real date, I still want to have this part of the experience. I mean, I like dressing up and getting dolled up, and now I have the perfect excuse to be as extra as I want about it. So, as I said, a bright red tulle skirt and black cotton top with a jacket in faux leather. I even pushed the extra button with a large black fedora hat because why not?

Of course, I didn't come to work like that after school. Mr Grey is all chill about casual Friday and I have already seen him in jeans a couple of times (very pleasant view if you ask me), but I don't think he is that chill. So I packed a bag that I asked Uncle J to bring me over. He didn't even argue over to the movies with José, though he made a point to give me the big eyes when he said that I was supposed to come back straight home and not make detours.

Maybe I should break the news to him that though I have had boyfriends in the past, the back of a car has never been alluring to me. It doesn't seem very practical, and there is the risk of getting caught. And well, I'm not that much of a cliche. But I don't really know where Uncle J stands on all of that. We've never had the talk (thank God for that). Maybe I should use Luke as a shield and talk to him first about all of that. It seems like a safer option. But it's not a conversation I want to have now anyway. Let's postpone the awkwardness as much as possible.

So here I am, all dolled up and ready for my non-date with José and I check myself out one last time in the mirror before getting out of the bathroom and joining Uncle J and Mr Grey as they're exiting his office. The bathrooms are GEH are fucking incredible. I'm sure that's what they look like at the high-end hotels such as the Hilton and co.

As I give my bag with my school clothes to Uncle J, Christian looks at me from head to toe behind him and when his eyes land on mine, I smile, knowing exactly what's on his mind. Not to toot my own horn, but I look great, and it seems to Christian thinks so too. We get in the elevator in silence, which isn't unusual and when we reach the ground floor, I step out of the lift and wave Uncle J goodbye as I tell him,

"Well, my ride is here. Don't worry, I'll behave. See you later."

"See you later?" I hear Christian echo, but I don't know what Uncle J tells him in return because the doors are already closed to bring them to the parking lot. Not that I care much. I'm too excited to see this movie. It's been a whole year since they announced the introduction of this character in the MCU, and now I can't wait to see them on the big screen.

José is waiting for me in the lobby and he appreciatively whistles when he sees me. He is all dressed up as well, all in black. Black jeans, black long sleeve shirt, black open trench coat and … red shoes. I chuckle, wondering if we could have matched better if we tried and when I get to his level, he tells me,

"Wow, Ana. You really went all out. You look … gorgeous doesn't cover it."

"What can I say? I'm just that awesome and you'll have to deal with it."

He shakes his head and we walk out of the building as he continues, "And here I thought I wasn't worth the effort. But here you are, prettier than ever and here I am, all dolled up for you, girl."

I laugh with him as I climb in his jeep and once he is behind the wheel, I dig from my bag something for him that echoes his comment about being dolled up, "Here."

He suspiciously looks at the wrapped-up box and asks, "Is that a box of tampons?"

I play innocent and shrug and so he opens it, revealing indeed a box of tampons that he throws in my face as I laugh. Then I give it back to him and insists so he opens the box and squeals better than I ever did at any of his games,

"You're the fucking best, Taylor!"

He grins as he puts the knife he has been rambling about for the past three weeks in his inside pocket after having opened it and examined it under every light possible. José has this weird obsession with knives, but who am I to judge? I have this weird obsession about Christian Grey and his very fine ass.

As José drives us to the movies, we speculate about what the plot of the movie could be and we defend each our favourite characters. This idiot is a die-hard Iron Man fan. How easy and predictable. It's a complete lack of finesse and taste if you ask me. Then we have this whole debate about which villain from DC would make a good opponent to the Avengers. This takes us all the way through the commercials before the movie starts and we lose ourselves in the cinematic wonder before us.

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When the movie is over, we are in awe. And of course, we start theorising about what will happen next and how every little detail we can remember of the movie links to the rest of the universe. We are so lost in our conversation that I only realise that it's midnight when his phone dings him an alert to say so. We've been talking nonstop in front of Escala, trying to understand the minds of the writers of the MCU. Which isn't an easy thing to do.

So I bid him farewell, not before taking a selfie with him and letting him post on his Instagram how wonderful our time together was. I mean, this was the whole point of this date, to let them know how cute our couple was, right? Even though we would have gone see this movie without the whole date thing anyway.

"We're still on for Wednesday? For Laser Quest?"

"Of course. How else am I going to prove to the world that I can look fabulous all the while beating your ass at laser tag?"

"Dream on, Taylor. I've been practising since before you even started playing with your little dollies. I'm a manly man."

I raise my eyebrow at him and we burst into laughter. This is the favourite line of Dick, one of his teammates, who wouldn't be caught wearing pink, or singing Taylor Swift or holding his girlfriend's purse. Because he's a manly man.

After that, I get back home, still in awe about the whole movie experience I just had and I find the place dark and silent. I wasn't expecting otherwise to be fair. It's past midnight. But I am far from sleepy. So I grab my swimming gear and head to the pool, thinking that I'll chill there for an hour so I can be nice and tired for bed. I don't think I'll find Christian there, he's probably already sleeping, or maybe working in his home office like the crazy CEO he is.

But low and behold, who is there swimming as if he is chasing that gold Olympic medal? Mr Christian grey. I watch him swim across the pool, all his muscles at play and I have to stop myself from drooling. It's ridiculous, really. I see him swim every Friday, and every Friday, I am still mesmerised by this man.

How come he is single? I mean, isn't he the total package? He's handsome, funny, smart, sexy and rich. What more to ask for? Unless he's a lousy boyfriend. Maybe he's bad in bed. Or maybe he's one of those domineering boyfriends who thinks that he's a manly man and that his girl should just be silent and submissive. Or maybe he's just not interested in that aspect of life.

Silently, I go back on my steps, not sure if I should intrude today in his routine, but just as I'm about to leave, my hand on the doorknob, his voice echoes behind me,

"How was your date?"

I turn to look at him. He's still in the pool, his arm resting on the edge and keeping him steady, but his face is difficult to read. I can usually tell when he's being lustful or playful. I can tell at work when he's annoyed, satisfied, angry or bored. But right now, I'm completely lost and realise that I would be a terrible poker player.

So I just go for the truth and shrug as I let him know, "Meh. It was more an outing with a friend than a date. The movie was awesome, though."

He longly looks at me, his eyes steady on my face before he heaves himself out of the pool and grabs his towel to pat dry himself. Then, when he is at my level, his eyes still on me and making me wonder if he even blinked once, he says in a low voice that gives me chills,

"Enjoy the pool, Ana."

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The next day, I wake up later than I usually do on a Saturday, but I have been swimming until two in the morning. I'm not sure what kind of chills Christian's last words were, but they were there. I don't think he was being ominous, but he was definitely not being playful either. It's just weird. And it's in moments like this I wish I was an ant, or a rock, or something with no hormones. Because really, it sucks. Especially when I'm ovulating and hornier than ever. To be fair, I'm always horny. Being a girl can really suck sometimes. I think I will conclude my science essay with that every sentence. It will be so fitting.

I didn't get in trouble for being late yesterday because I told Uncle J straight away that we were in front of the building and he told me he knew so because he knew the guy from the lobby who confirmed it to him.

"Still, if that guy is going to keep you talking like that, I'm going to have to meet him. You know. Put the fear of God in him and all of that. I have a role to play."

Well, I have my answer. "Okay. You can meet José anytime. But two things you need to know. First, he is not my boyfriend. Not even potential. We're just friends, and there is no attraction between us. Nothing at all. Second, José didn't keep me talking, the movie did. Third, if I ever bring a boyfriend home, you don't have to be that cliche. I'm a big girl. I can beat the crap out of him if he does me wrong all by myself."

This makes Luke laugh at Uncle J, "All your dreams to play big intimidating muscles have just been shattered on the floor."

"Ana, how do you think your father would have —"

"Daddy would have handled things differently. But if I had been raised by him, I wouldn't be who I am today. I probably wouldn't have had sex yet either. And I wouldn't be living with you, brightening your life with my awesome presence."

Uncle J misswallows as Luke knowingly smirks, but when he looks at me, ready for a lecture I give him my best smile and he decides that the lecture isn't a necessity. It's not the end of the world. It was consensual and nice whilst it lasted, though it was awkward at first since we were each other's first.

After breakfast, I go back to my room to work on my science essay as well as some maths homework. Christian didn't have breakfast with us, though he usually does. But he's apparently in a videoconference with Ros who is in London at the moment. I know GEH is trying to buy a company there and it's not going as planned, so I wouldn't be surprised if Mr CEO decides to settle things himself and fly there within the next couple of weeks, taking Uncle J with him.

I am so absorbed by my papers about the way hormones affect differently men and women throughout a month that I don't even notice the time passing. When my phone rings my alarm from my martial art lessons, I jump out of my seat and quickly put on some leggings along with a tank top. I run out of my room, grabbing my jacket and bag on the way, not thinking about anything but not being late for my lesson, but when I get to the lobby leading to the elevator, I find Christian speaking with a beautiful blonde girl.

She has to be a model or an actress. She's drop-dead gorgeous. She has a beautiful face with high cheekbones and a well-drawn jawline, gorgeous blue eyes, and luscious and long blond hair. If I were swinging this way, this woman would definitely be a wet dream for me.

I have no idea what they were talking about, but when they see me, out of breath, in gym gear and not completely dressed, they stop to look at me. Well, I guess Mr Grey does have a girlfriend after all, and I just interrupted whatever was happening between them

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Christian PoV

Just what I needed! Elena coming to intrude in my life once again. I should have expected it, Andersen has warned me that she wouldn't like what I was doing and she would try to retaliate. But I didn't expect her to come and see me physically. It's been months since I have actually seen her. I make a point to avoid any social function I know she will be at. I don't have the moral strength to endure the pity looks or the comments on how sad it is that our marriage didn't work.

Very few people know about her infidelities because I didn't care to advertise this part of our common life. But of course, Elena turned this to her advantage and instead of sticking to the story I've been telling everyone that we simply grew out of love and that our paths didn't have the same directions anymore, she largely implied that I was at fault for the downfall of our marriage. Despite everything I did for her, she made it so that I was the one who ruined what we had. Of course, she did.

But today was not the day. Today of all days. Between this whole mess in London, me missing my swimming companion yesterday night because she was on a date and the lack of sleep I've been sporting for the past two days. I would have done great without seeing Elena. But alas, life is never sweet, especially when she's around.

I didn't necessarily want her to come up. She never did in the past, so why should she now that we're divorced? But I didn't want to see her downstairs either. I'm not one to air my dirty laundry publicly. But I had forgotten about Ana and her Jusjistu lessons.

Elena looks at her from head to toe, surprised to see her, obviously. Then she turns to me and I smile at Ana, fully aware of what this looks like and how petty I'm being. She's dressed in yoga pants and a tank top and it looks like a second skin on her. If Elena hadn't been here ruining my day, I would have definitely checked out her ass. But alas, as I said, life isn't sweet.

"Enjoy your day, Ana. I'll see you tonight for dinner," I say and she awkwardly nods before she rushes to the elevator and goes.

Okay, this might have been a bit over the top, and I am definitely playing Elena's cluelessness against her. But it feels so good. As soon as the elevator doors are closed, she haughtily asks me,

"Who is this?"

"None of your business, Elena. Just like what I do with my business is none of your business."

This brings her back to why she came here in the first place.

"Christian, be reasonable. You can't do this to —"

"I can do whatever the fuck I want, Elena," I cut her off, putting my hands in my pocket to crack my knuckles and keep myself calm. I don't want this to end in a screaming match. She's not worth it.

She smirks to herself, looking at the elevator as she says, "I can see that you fuck whatever you want. How old is she? We've been divorced for a minute and you've already replaced me."

"As I said before and as I'm telling you now, it's none of your business. But if you must know, you're not that hard to replace, Elena. Trash never is"

She squints her eyes at me with a mix of shock and anger. Putting the other down was her thing and she loved it. I guess she doesn't love it now that it's aimed at her.

"So you have been cheating on me all this time, after all. You looked down on me because I had a few affairs because you were always working, but now I see that you were just busy come here to fuck that girl. Is that why you stopped having sex with me? Because you had this little girl waiting for you here to do whatever you wanted and make you believe you were a man?

At least I was having sex with men, real men. Not men who needed to fuck teenagers to prove something. You have no right to look down on me, Christian. None at all. You've been perving on that … tramp because I was too much of a woman for you. Because I called you out on your bullshit because I didn't settle for this lesser version of you you were becoming."

I take a deep breath to repress a sigh. This should hurt, but I've heard variations of this so many times in the past that I am no longer affected by her nastiness. She could say that I am a killer at heart and I wouldn't be affected. It's just tiresome to hear over and over again. So I call back the elevator and let her know,

"If it makes you feel better to think that I cheated, then I did. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Now, get the fuck out of my place. I gave you the house as a token of my generosity. So use it and get the fuck out of my life."

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Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed

💚 Wow. Elena is something else ... What do you think of her?

💚 And Ana had a real date with José, of sorts, what do you think about that? And about José?

💚 And why do you think Christian reacted the way he did at the pool?

💚 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 💚💚💚