My dear little broccolis

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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 6: The Pencil Skirt (3.2K)

Christian's PoV

It's been a week since Ana's date with her friend and I still don't know how to feel about it. On one hand, I know I shouldn't be bothered. She's young, just starting life and experiencing it as it comes. On the other hand … well, it does. I know that this thing between us is just a game, but still. I feel that this game should give us some sort of … something. Some exclusivity. I almost want to say some sort of intimacy, but I know what thinking this word in correlation to Ana can do to me.

To be fair, I don't know what I was expecting. Ana is young, just starting out her life, and she never made it a secret that this thing between us was just a little game for her. Of course, at some point, she would tire of it and she would live her life to the fullest. But still … it bothers me. It bothers me much more than it should. And it bothers me because I wouldn't have minded being the one wooing her and taking her out that night.

Counting their Friday night date, thrice Ana went out after work with that boy. Thrice. She can say that he's just a friend, but that doesn't scream friendship to me. I've never heard of a guy who just takes a girl out just for the fun of it. And from what I understand, Taylor wants the meet the young lad. Again, fathers don't meet just friends. They meet boyfriends. But this is none of my concern. I don't know why I obsess so much over that.

Especially when she keeps the game as it was. We still have our little innuendos and when I made an off comment about her dating life, she assured me that the boy was just a friend of hers. After all, if she has put him in the friend zone, he can try all he wants, but he won't get out of it. I have never seen a guy get out of the friend zone except in movies. But once again, why do I care? It's not like anything would ever happen between little miss I-wear-sexy-skirts-all-the-while-sporting-a-sexy-smile and me.

Aside from Ana and her date with her friend-not-boyfriend, this week has been a week from hell. To begin with, Elena has been on me, calling her lawyer and doing her best to stop me from buying her father's company. Yes, it is petty of me and yes I could do without. But her father had tried to bleed me dry for years and I don't intend to let that go unpunished. Especially when it comes to business. Though I can be quite a calm and understanding person in my personal life, I have no shame in admitting that I am cutthroat and a real shark when it comes to business.

Of course, Andersen had seen it coming and he is doing his best at the moment to do some damage control. All he wants is to avoid the information being leaked publicly too early. Especially since Elena loves to cry to the press. According to her, she was totally blameless in our marriage and I blindsided her with the divorce proceedings. Of course. Thank God I have a good PR team who knows how to do damage control. Though I suspect that Thomas, my PR, might have a couple of compromising things on Elena and that he threatened to reveal them to the press if she didn't stop with her ridiculous crocodile tears. Because she has been rather quiet as of late.

And on top of all that Elena-business and the buying of Lincoln Enterprises, work in general has been a hassle. Andrea had to stay at home for the week due to some complications with her pregnancy. She proposed to work from home, but I wouldn't have it. Yes, I am completely lost without her, but I am not an asshole. Her health along with her baby's come first.

I have to say that Ana coming after school has been of some help. And she even managed to do a few things from afar, sending me reminders of the important things and meetings I needed to do throughout the day. But still, she is at school most part of the day, and it means it delayed my work.

So here I am, on a Saturday, reading through a contract of one of our old suppliers that I want to discontinue. This man is ripping us off, and though I understand that everyone tries to make money on everyone's back, that just won't do. When ten o'clock strikes, I have the surprise to see Ana come to my office with a coffee for me. I didn't ask her to come because I know that Saturdays are usually the days during which she does her homework and goes to her jujitsu, but I appreciate that she took the initiative.

Still, I wish she would have told me. It is Valentine's weekend, and I know that she gifted her uncle and Sawyer a little getaway weekend. Which means that she walked her way here when she could have simply told me and come with me. After all, I was here just an hour ago.

We don't talk much. I'm too busy with the many phone calls I have to make, especially since she keeps adding more to my list, and she is arranging my upcoming week and looking through a few files that were on Andrea's desk. We even work through lunch, and shortly after four, she pops her head, dressed in her gym wear to let me know,

"I'll be back in a couple of hours. I just have to get to my lesson."

I do my best to not stare at her well-defined ass. I don't know what's worst, the fucking pencil skirt that she was wearing this morning (of course she was) or the leggings. Still, I do make sure that my point is made across,

"Cab it. And call a cab on your way back."

"Don't worry, Mr Grey. I can —"

"Cab it. I'll pay for it. You're not walking through the streets of Seattle if I can help it."

"Okay," she concedes, though I see her rolling her eyes as she closes the door. Taylor did tell me that she was rather independent before she came to live with us. But that's not something I am willing to let go of.

When she leaves, she puts on my desk two files in different binders, and so I check them, surprised to see that she has done what Andrea used to do. She revised the contracts and put sticky notes everywhere my attention needs to be grabbed. Well, I know that this summer will definitely be easier on me with Andrea gone. She has formed Ana well.

I don't even see the couple of hours pass by, too enthralled in my work, so when Ana comes back with a cup from Starbucks I welcome the hot drink and the muffin that goes along with it. As well as the sight … she's back in her pencil skirt and I'm far from complaining. I eye the muffin that she's munching on, and point out,

"Aren't you just out of martial arts?"

"Yup. So I need to compensate for all the calories I just burned. Plus, we're still in winter, so I'm entitled to have a few more pounds."

I chuckle, sipping on my drink and pushing my chair slightly from the desk. I could be pushing more work until later tonight, but I feel that Ana will stay as long as I will, and I know I wouldn't have wanted to be stuck in an office on a Saturday afternoon at her age. I would have rather be at home and do nothing than being stuck at work.

I'm about to tell her that we should head home when she tells me, "May I ask you something, Mr Grey?"

"Christian," I remind her. "We're definitely not in office hours today."

She nods and puts her near-empty cup on my desk before leaving and coming back a minute later with a blue binder in her hands. Then she puts it in front of me and comes to my side as she explains,

"I've noticed from your agenda that you're a big charity guy. I mean, at least twice a month, you attend some charity event. But from what Andrea tells it's always on your personal time. Am I wrong to assume it's also on your personal money?"

"No. You're right. I've been raised to help the less fortunate than me," I explain and she nods, before slightly leaning to open the file that she made for me.

As she does so, I get a whiff of her scent and Lord does she smell good! I know that she just had her martial arts lesson and that she obviously had a shower before coming back here, but still. This isn't just shower smell (speaking of which, I definitely wouldn't mind scratching her back). There is something more to it. Perfume, pheromones, sorcery, I don't know, but I am bewitched.

I slightly shake my head, trying not to make it obvious that I wasn't paying attention, and I focus on what is inside that file. It's quite something. She definitely has been working on that for a while and she definitely wanted to show a complete project.

"So … I think you, and by that I mean GEH, should start hosting charity galas. You would obviously stay in your charities of predilection, and it doesn't stop you from still donating on your own. But … well, I only see the positive of this.

First, your employees, and I speak as one, would love the opportunity to dress up and get drunk at the company's expense. I mean, who wouldn't? Plus, I'm sure a few patrons will appreciate showing off their donations at your company.

Second, it would give a very good image to GEH. I mean, you're a decent guy and GEH has a sterling reputation, but it's always good to polish that particular badge.

And of course, most importantly, having GEH donate to charity means that you can pay fewer taxes at the end of the year. You might be a philanthropist and all of that, but you're a businessman. Who says no to saving money? Especially on the government's back?"

I chuckle, looking at the graphs and numbers that she had printed and quite impressed by them. To be honest, I have been meaning to do just that, though I was mostly thinking about the tax write-off and not the other points she has made. But with the divorce and all the hassle Elena has been giving me afterwards, I didn't have time to actually get more involved. And with Andrea pregnant, I didn't want to add more than she already has.

I flip through the pages, already thinking about how I can implement that as soon as possible. We just started the year, so if I manage to do it quick enough, I might have a winning streak at the end of the year. I look at the number prediction she has made if I host just one gala a month in the reception hall of the ground floor. Ana might have the mind of a businesswoman, always trying to get money in the most unlikely places, but she is still playing it safe.

So I clear my throat and I tell her, "You're a conniving little thing, aren't you?"

"Meh. I'm just a poor peasant girl who has no scruples saving money on the government's back."

"And an anarchist too I see," I chuckle, putting the file down and looking at her.

She shrugs, but this time, I can see through her. This is just a facade and she is trying to appear braver than she feels. She probably thinks I'm about to reject her proposal. But it's quite the opposite.

"If I recall what HR told me, you have a paper about working here for the end of your school year, don't you?"

"Yes? But why are we talking about my schoolwork? I thought we were talking about work work?"

"We are. I'm just introducing you to the concept of two birds, one stone. Organise this whole thing for me and I will personally write a recommendation letter that will guarantee you a top grade."

She's about to say something when I give her my conditions, "Though this once-a-month business won't do. With the profit GEH makes, I see us starting with twice a month, and we shall see where that leads us for next year. As for the charities, I think we should start with four. So we can have a nice rotation.

I will insist on Coping Together, my parents' charity, to be one of them. And I am quite fond of this charity I sponsor for the homeless of Seattle. So you will have to find GEH two other organisations. Just know that I don't want any scandals, so steer clear of the most famous ones. And I want this up and running before Easter. So only a quarter of the year is wasted."

She stares at me, slightly dumbfounded before she smirks, taking a pen and squabbling on the file everything I just told her, all the while telling me,

"So basically, you're trying to blackmail me to do your job. I guess it's one of the perks of being a CEO."

"I'm just giving you an incentive. That ... and I want to see you in a red silk dress."

Fuck! I didn't plan to say this. Especially not to her. Of course, I have been picturing her in a fucking silk dress ever since the word gala left her mouth. But she didn't need to know that. It might go in the sense of our games, but we usually know what we're saying when we play. At least I do. I don't just blurt out things.

Especially since I know that red suits her so well. That fluffy skirt that she was wearing last Friday on her date … Let's just say that if I had been a boy, then I would have definitely forgotten what being a gentleman was about. She was just sinful …

Still, unlike what she has used me to, Ana doesn't retort anything to my comment. I guess I have caught her off guard. She must be as surprised as me about what I just said. But her silence only lasts for a few seconds before she clears her throat and asks me, "Oh? Why? Because you want to take it off me?"

"That's the idea. Silk is only good when it is peeled off someone's skin. Preferably yours," I say with a smirk as I get up.

I know I'm taking us much further than our games ever went in the past, but it is too tempting. I know that she's putting on some bravado here. I know that for once, it isn't a tango but a waltz. I am fully in control of the dance here. And given how she's swallowing with difficulty, she knows it too.

Her eyes are steady on me, even though I'm now towering over her and she's trapped between me and the desk and I push her further into her defences, teasing her,

"No witty remarks, Ana? Nothing about being a bad girl or unladylike?"

This seems to give her back her bravado because she sensually bites down on her lower lip after briefly glancing at mine. What I would give to be the one biting that lip. So plump, so red, so fucking tempting. In fact, I should retrieve and just drive us home. Because this is getting dangerously too tempting.

"Well … maybe I am just too busy trying to picture you in a red silk dress."

"Is that the best you can do? You've used me to better," I chuckle and once again, she looks at my lips, searching for her words,

"I … I …"

I am so fucking dangerously close. I can see each of her lashes and if she doesn't say something snappy quick, I will end up crossing the line. Which is why I press her,

"You?"

"I … maybe I am wearing silk underwear right now. You just don't know it."

No! That was the fucking wrong thing to say! And before I can reason myself, I am putting my hand on her ass, closing whatever small distance there was between us, assuring her as I feel the print of her underwear beneath her fucking pencil skirt,

"No. This is cotton. Do you want me to prove it to you?"

But she doesn't say anything, her small pink tongue darting on her lips as her eyes flicker to mine one last time. And since it seems I am weak when it comes to the flesh, I lean in and capture her lips with mine, lifting her so she can sit on the edge of my desk.

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Ana's PoV

If I wanted to make it seem like I was a cool and composed person, I completely failed. Because as soon as Christian's hand reaches for my hair to grip it at the roots, I moan against his lips, bringing my own hands to his hair.

It's like he … literally took my breath away. My breath, my thoughts, my sanity. All I can think about is him. The way he's holding me, how his body feels against me, the way he tastes. How did we pass from talking about charities and taxes to me sitting on his desk, my skirt wound up in an unladylike fashion and his tongue dancing the tango with mine?

I just don't want this moment to ever stop. Especially when he starts to grind against me, making me moan again. So I tug on his hair, slightly sucking on his lower lip. Right now, I'm not thinking about anything with consequences. Right now, I'm ready for him to take me to his desk. Right here, right now.

So when his hand goes to my blouse and undoes the first few buttons, I don't protest. On the contrary, I'm more than ready for whatever he wants to do next. I might not have tons of experience, but I'm sure I can still give him one night of fun.

He only breaks our kiss when his hand is on my underwear, and he leans his forehead against mine, smirking as he whispers in a hoarse voice,

"As I said, cotton ... We shall remedy to that …"

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Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed

💚 You've been so long for this chapter … What do you think?

💚 And it seems that Ana has also spiked Mr Grey's interest on a professional level … What do you think of this?

💚 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).

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