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Chapter 4

"I'm CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings."

"Oh, really," I say timidly. Holy fuck balls batman, that's my company's biggest competitor.

Fuckity, fuck FUCK! Please please please don't ask me where I'm going to work. For the love of God Ana, whatever you do, do not speak. You're going to step right in a big pile of horse shit if you do. You're not good at lying. It's true I'm not. That reminds me, have you ever had your mouth washed out with soap? Oh, my God, it is the absolute worst. My dad did that to me once. Yep, once is it all took. I lied to my mom about something I can't remember, but my dad overheard me arguing my case and telling my mom what bullshit it was. Yes, at ten I used the word bullshit. Now you know why I majored in business. He went into the laundry room and grabbed this brand new bar of Lava with Pumice. You know those little bits of…well, I'm not quite sure what pumice is, but I can testify to what it is not. It is not pleasant and not meant to go into a human orifice. Hee hee, I guess I lied again when I told him I learned my lesson because it did little to cure the problem with my mouth. Score one for Ana!

I need to change the subject quick, "What do your brothers do?" Nice save girl.

He's looking at me quizzically. Shit, here it comes, I have a better chance of getting a kidney stone than I have with pretty fucking hot guy having his girlfriend work for a competitor. Girlfriend? Slow your roll sister, you've not even gotten to first base yet, and you've practically married yourself off. You don't want to seem overly anxious, Ana. Be cool.

"I don't even know what you majored in, and you mentioned starting a new job on Monday, where are you going to work?"

And there you have it, folks. I'm sorry Ana, you're a loser. Tell us what her parting gift is, Bob? Ana, you've won a lifetime of virginity. Woohoo…and, the crowd, goes wild.

Fuck it. There's no way of getting around this. I very well can't ignore him, can I? Damn, if I don't say something soon, Kate will be like a flea in your ear and open her big yap trap and tell him.

Deep cleansing breath, in out, in out, "I majored in International Business. My new job, uhh, I'm going to work for Bain & Company as a Business Strategy Manager," I murmur hoping that he is hard of hearing.

He's tapping his index finger on his lips. Wait for it….

"Bain & Company, I see. You do realize they are one of my competitors, right?"

Bam…there it is.

"Yes, I realized that just now when you told me what you do. I honestly didn't know who you were when I saw you across the street from the bar. Not that it would matter what you do. I mean you could be a Walmart greeter or even a gas station attendant. Hmm…do they even have those anymore? Come to think of it, I don't recall anyone ever pumping my gas for me. I know what I'd like to be pumping. Shit finish what you're saying…I'm not a gold digger if that's what you think."

"Ana, I know you didn't know who I was. That was obvious, and it never crossed my mind you'd be interested in me for my money. From what your sister and best friend were telling me last night when I was interrogating about you, that could be further from the truth."

"But, what about the other part?" I question.

"Yes, well that could be an issue…if we let it. Why don't we go to dinner as planned on Saturday and take it from there?"

Exsqueeze me, he still wants to have sex with me. Winner winner chicken fucking dinner. Thank you thank you thank you Virginity Gods for sacrificing me.

It's clear he feels the chemistry between us. Hopefully, it's not chemically induced. That would suck if he were a stoner. Someone with his money would be a pill popper for sure. I bet he has a guy on speed dial. Apparently I need something to deal with my delusions because there's no way, Christian Grey does drugs.

Since the Breakfast Club is finished, we decide to go our separate ways. Christian has to get back to Seattle for some important meeting, but he asked me to call him when I arrive in Seattle on Friday.

Elliott plants a kiss on Kate that is definitely not safe for public consumption but clearly says there was some paddling up Coochie Creek last night. Keegan and Hunter are yammering on about construction still. Seriously do you have nothing else in common to talk about? Christian takes my hand and leads me to the sexy as fuck Range Rover. A man, who can only be described as a cross between Pierce Brosnan as James Bond and The Rock, steps out from the driver's side and opens Christian's door. Fuck if he isn't a tall drink of water like the rest of them. He must be the driver.

"Taylor, I'd like to introduce you to Anastasia Steele."

I shake his bear paw sized hand, oh he has really soft hands for a Gigantor, "Nice to meet you, Taylor."

"You too Ma'am." Ma'am? Is my mother here? I think not. I'm no ma'am…hmmph!

"You can call me Ana, Taylor." He nods but that's it. Alrighty then. Not much of a conversationalist now is he.

Taylor is standing stock still, hands crossed in front when he looks at Christian, "Mr. Grey, we need to head out if we are going back in Charlie Tango. There's a storm coming through with high winds." Taylor explains.

"Mr. Grey, Charlie Tango, is who?" I question as I'm visibly confused.

"My helicopter. We flew down because my meeting was on short notice and it takes considerable less time to fly than drive. Not to mention I was with Keegan and Elliott so that is why they're here."

Ahhh, a helicopter. He says it with a dismissive attitude, but not arrogance.

I lean in so I can whisper in his ear, "Taylor is your pilot and your driver?"

They both chuckle. Inside voice Ana. Now I suppose I need to go back to college and take a class on whispering. I loved the Horse Whisperer movie. It was so sad though when they had the accident. I cried. Then again I cry at anything when animals getting hurt are involved. I cried at Lassie. Remember that show? I know it's ancient, but I used to watch it when it was in reruns on Nickelodeon or maybe it was…no, I'm sure it was Nickelodeon. Hmm, although it might have been the Disney Channel. Not important, that show scarred me for life, and I am incapable of watching shows where animals are killed or hurt. It doesn't even matter what kind of animal. It could be a tiger or a bear, I've even cried over a fucking shark. Doesn't make a difference. I cry. Don't even get me started on the shows like Dr. Oakley. She's the crazed woman in the Kodiak of Alaska. Who the fuck wants to live there? Cold as fuck and you have to do your business in a fucking outhouse and then move it around your property when it's full. Umm no thank you, I'll stick to the lower forty-eight where we have the requisite indoor plumbing that comes standard in modern civilization.

"Actually, Taylor is my close protection officer. I pilot Charlie Tango." Close protection officer, what in Sam hell is that?

"He's a bodyguard?" That explains a lot. What the fuck am I talking about that doesn't explain shit. I'm even more confused. Good lord, I need Google ASAP. There is definitely more than meets the eye here. I guess Grey Enterprise Holdings is a big company since it competes with Bain. I suppose he could be a millionaire, and that's why he needs a ...what did he call him again? I think I have Alzheimer's and it's only been thirty seconds.

"Yes, on a basic level that is what he is to me. I'll explain more Saturday."

He leans in and gently kisses my cheek, "I'll look forward to hearing from you when you arrive back in Seattle and to our dinner. Until then Anastasia."

He takes my breath away, "Yep, Saturday." I turn t to walk back toward Kate and Harper when I hear Christian call out.

"Hey, Ana. Don't believe everything you read on Google." He cracks up laughing.

Ugh…I seriously need to get to a doctor. I may have some version of Turrets combined with Alzheimer's. I'm royally fucked.

Elliott and Keegan are jogging over to the Rover when Keegan stops and picks me up, twirls me around and then I feel his lips on mine. Oh fuck no you didn't just do that. I punch him in the arm, "Hey, Buster Brown, keep those weapons to yourself."

He busts out laughing, puts me down and ruffles my hair, "See ya Itty Bitty."

I look over and see Christian's head sticking out the window, "Keegan, leave her the fuck alone. I'm going to beat the shit out of you when we get home, you're such an ass hat. Sorry about him Ana. I'll see you Saturday."

Hunter drives the girls and me back to our apartment. We've got two days to get the rest of our crap packed, and I know both Kate and Harper's rooms look like an F5 blew through. They are going to interrogate me, but there's not much to tell. What I want to know is what the dealio is with my sister and Ethan. Hunter takes off so he can catch up with our parents before they head back to Seattle and he has to drop Ethan at the airport. I love when Hunter comes to visit. He only has one year left, and then he's out. What the hell he's going to do with himself then, who the fuck knows, but I'm sure he's figuring it out. Hunter is good looking, smart and loves the women. Hopefully, he'll find some nice girl to settle down with and make our mother happy with grandchildren.

Two days later and we've arrived in Seattle. I've always loved growing up here. I love the clouds and rain. Sunshine doesn't really do it for me especially with my fair complexion. The sun is not my friend. All I do is burn and peel and never actually get a tan. I went to Florida for Spring Break in high school once with some friends without adult supervision. The first day there we decided to go to the beach. It was overcast, so naturally I said fuck the sunscreen. Wrong decision Einstein. Those fuckers I was with left my sleeping on the beach for several hours. I have never been so sunburned in my life. I had to walk around in a sheet for two days afterward. A fucking sheet because I couldn't stand clothes because of the pain. It was a lobstrosity of epic proportion, and I could have easily been mistaken for a strawberry fruit roll up.

We had movers bring our stuff back to Seattle. Ain't no way Harper is going to lift a finger, well not counting the fucktard she flipped off when he didn't use his fucking blinker. But then again she is a really shitty driver so it was probably her fault to begin with. As I was saying, Harper wears a fucking dress and sky high heels there is no way that girl is lifting a couch.

As I get off the elevator, I see something sitting on the floor outside the door. It's a bottle of champagne with a helicopter balloon attached to it. I see a card addressed to me and written in beautiful script. Do people still write like it's 1800?

Anastasia

Welcome home. I hope you enjoy the champagne.

The balloon is a promise to personally introduce you to Charlie Tango.

I am looking forward to our dinner on Saturday.

Christian

I grab my phone to call him as instructed and to thank him for the kind gesture.

It rings only once, "Grey." I hear on the other end.

"Hi Christian, it's…it's Ana." I'm not usually nervous but this man gets my loins in a tizzy, and I can't think straight.

"Hello, Anastasia. I take it you've arrived safely?"

"Yes, we got here about fifteen minutes ago. Thank you for the champagne and the balloon."

"You're welcome. You might want to share that with Kate and Harper, though." Oh okay, funny guy. I get it lets poke fun at the drunk girl.

"I was planning on that. I don't need an encore of that humiliation ever again

He chuckles, "That's good to know. I'll pick you up tomorrow at six if that works for you. I hate to cut our call short, but I have a room full of people staring at me. Thank you for calling me to let me know you arrived."

Oh snap crackle and pop, I interrupted him during a meeting. "Christian, I'm so sorry to interrupt. You could have let it go to voicemail. Okay, sorry, yes, six is fine. I'll text you my address…Wait you already have my address. How…what…how."

I hear him snicker, "Goodbye Anastasia, I'll see you tomorrow evening." Click.

Sneaky bastard.