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Chapter 5

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

Sneaky bastard.

We decided to stay in tonight since we've only just arrived and also Kate, and I are starting work on Monday so we have to get unpacked. This place is twice the size of our place in Portland; that's code for Ana the fucking house maid will have more to clean. Someone, anyone, please explain to me how Harper and I can grow up in the same house, with the same parents, yet one of us is the antithesis of tidiness, and the other is a descendant of Oscar the Grouch.

Prime example was Greta…Greta the Goner. Harper begged my parents for a hamster knowing full well that poor thing never had a chance living in her room. She'd let it out of the cage and then lose her in the heaps of crap strewn all over. Carla figured she'd help Harper do her laundry one day. Why is that? No one ever did my fucking laundry. Apparently no one informed her that Greta had been let out of her cage and was MIA. That was until she was discovered in the washing machine…after the spin cycle. I'll let you come to your own conclusions how that ended.

Kate grew up with a live-in housekeeper and nanny. She has packrat syndrome, and, in my opinion, could definitely Imelda fucking Marcos a run for her money. She has a Cinderella complex…but I am most certainly not her the Disney Anastasia…well, I am pretty clumsy, so we do have that in common. Kate assured me she could handle a washing machine. However, I figured out quickly that she was full of shit the first time when she used dish soap instead of laundry soap and had no fucking clue how to even turn it on. The second time, she thought she'd be sly and hide pieces of her clothes in my laundry thinking I wouldn't notice. It didn't take a god damn genius to catch on to her game because I know sure as shit I never bought a pair of hot pink zebra striped crotchless underwear. A come to Jesus meeting with those two is long overdue.

After a tedious night babysitting Pig Pen and her sidekick, I decide I need to be armed with a bit more information about Christian before our date tonight. Hello, Google. After scouring the internet for a few hours, there's not much to read on a personal level, but there's plenty about GEH and his accomplishments. Accomplishment is a clearly an understatement. I was mistaken when I thought he was a millionaire. Oh, he was a millionaire, but now he's stuck somewhere between Bill Gates and the Facebook guy on Forbes list of billionaires. He's a fucking billionaire, and I was wearing flip flops when I met him. Undoubtedly, he's dating down. I have a thousand dollars in my checking account, and he probably has that in a fucking change jar. Now I'm panicking because I have nothing to wear that would be befit a date with a billionaire.

"KAAATTTEEE!"

She comes hauling ass into my room, "What the hell, Ana, did you find a bug?"

"No, Kate, no bug. I just found out that pretty fucking hot guy is not who he said he was. To be fair, he never really told me who he was, but I'm just saying, he's not a millionaire. Kate, he's a fucking billionaire."

"Jesus Christ, Ana. Have you been living in a nunnery? Its' a damn good thing you didn't major in journalism."

I push my laptop over to her so she can see the Forbes list that with his picture and a blurb that says he's number four on the billionaire list with a net worth of forty-eight billion dollars. God lord he is a hot piece of ass.

"Kate, why would Christian possibly want to go out with me? His boxers probably cost more than my share of the rent. I certainly can't go out to dinner dressed in my best jeans and flip flops now, can I?"

"I will help you find something. Do you know where you're going or what you're doing…did he give you any indication like dinner or a movie?"

"Why yes, Kate, he said he'd love to take me to the food court before we check out the latest PG-rated movie."

"Okay, okay. Don't get pissy and panic. Why don't you text him and ask?"

"Good idea. I knew there's a reason I keep you around." I take out my phone to send him a text. A few minutes later I get a response saying dressy casual. What the fuck is that supposed to mean, good Levi's as opposed to ones with frayed seams?

Shoving my phone at her, "Ugh, Kate, look at his response."

"Alright, we can work with this. You are NOT wearing blue jeans and your good leather flip flops. We can do better than that. What about that blue Michael Kors dress you got when we went to LA in March? That's a cute dress and your legs and tits look great in that dress."

Again with the legs and boobs, one track mind she has. "Shit, I'm going to have to shave my legs now," I grumble and hang my head.

"You will if you have any aspiration of ever getting to see that man naked… maybe not tonight, but you know…sometime soon."

"Fine. I will wear the godforsaken girly dress," I stomp off into my closet and sift through the dress bags that are hanging.

"You have to wear heels too," She shouts.

For fuck sake, that's just screams emergency room visit. I'm liable to break something, or he could throw out his back trying to save me from breaking something. Pull it together Ana, you've had plenty of injury free outings. Really, pray tell when was that?

Four hours later, I've showered, and yes, I shaved too. Harper's doing my hair and Kate my makeup. Generally, I am a pretty confident person about my ability to look presentable, despite having little firsthand knowledge of dating or sex, but I am feeling nervous. Like palm sweating nervous. It could have something to do with the words coming out of Kate's mouth.

"Elliott was telling me last night that Christian doesn't really date. He's been so busy with work since he started GEH and he travels a lot, so he's never really seen him with a woman before. Keegan swears he's gay," She laughs.

Harper shakes her head, "Don't listen to her, Ana. There's no way…what do you call him? Oh yeah, pretty fucking hot guy is gay."

"I know he's not gay, but this could be disastrous. Wait. Maybe he's a virgin too." I clap my hands a few times in excitement.

"Not. Elliott said he caught him when he surprised him one weekend at Harvard and Christian told him that was his first time."

Wow, late bloomer for a guy isn't he? There's hope that maybe he's not all that experienced. Who am I kidding? No one that beautiful and rich hasn't been with a shit ton of women. Maybe he just uses prostitutes or escorts. What the hell, Steele, what would make you think he would ever have to pay for sex. Your imagination is out of control. I'll be damned if I get some communicable disease out of sheer desperation and then only have months to live and die only having had sex one time. That would suck big balls. Big balls. What exactly are you supposed to do with those things anyway? Am I expected to touch them or are they off limits? You know how guys are always protecting them. This is not something I want to ask Kate or Harper about; I'd never hear the end of it. They obviously don't teach enough in sex ed classes, now do they? I'll have to be patient. Patience. Something that is not part of my DNA.

"Maybe I should do a couple shots before he gets here to relax."

"NO!" They shout in unison.

"Absolutely no alcohol Ana. You're in a dress, wearing four-inch heels that screams catastrophe. Do you not recall, alcohol is how this all started," Harper spouts.

"Fine," I huff.

My bony ass is killing me sitting in this chair for the past two hours while Bobbi Brown and company finish transforming me into a god damn girly girl. When they finally finish, I look at myself in the full-length mirror in Kate's room and can't believe what I see.

Fuck me, I look like Harper. Ding ding…that's the lightbulb going off in my head and I have a great idea. Since Harper is in jeans and has her hair in a ponytail, I'm going to ask her to answer the door like she's me. Mr. Grey deserves a little payback for his stunt with Keegan at The Heathman. Operation twin switch revenge is on bitches.

"Hey, Harper do you want to help me break the ice with Christian when he gets here?"

She snaps her head and gives me that mischievous look and nods. She knows exactly what I have in mind.

"You know it. When he gets here, I'll answer the door as if I'm you. He should be here in about fifteen minutes, you stay here and listen."

I hear a knock on the front door. Craptastic, he's early. I scurry back to my room trying to not kill myself in the process. Sometimes we act like we're twelve. Although, I can't not get back at him, though, right.

I hear the door open; Harper says hi and asks him to come in. Kate's there too and says hi. She asks what he has planned, but he says he doesn't want to spoil the surprise. Ah, he's a romantic.

"Hi, Christian, you look very nice," Harper says in a very Ana way.

"Thank you, Ana. You look…very comfortable." I think that's a dig at my…well Harper's clothes.

"You said to dress casual and well…these are my good jeans," She giggles.

"It's fine, you look beautiful." He leans in and kisses her cheek. Hey now, that is not part of the deal. No kissing my pretty fucking hot guy.

They're standing around for about fifteen minutes making small talk and Kate's doing her usual interrogation when I hear another knock. Hmmm...Kate didn't say anything about going out with Elliott. Maybe it's our parents. Shit, I don't have time to play hostess with the mostest…

Kate answers the door. You know that eerie silence before a tornado hits and then BAM it's on top of you. That's what happened before I heard a deep booming voice.

Have you ever been in a tornado? I was once when I was staying with my aunt and uncle in the Midwest. Not Kansas. I was eight or nine, and it scared the piss out of me. It was scarier than…well, I don't know what, but it was terrifying. The sky turned green, and you could have heard a cow fart a mile away it was so quiet. My uncle came running outside and carried me in and we headed for the basement. All the sudden it was like a freight train was running over us. That sound, I will never forget that sound. Oh, my God, I ran to the front window to see what was going on when all the sudden I see this swirling black cloud, kind of like Wizard of Oz, that made it look as if it was nighttime. It picked up the neighbors above ground pool water and all and dumped it on the house next door. I shit you not. It was like the last scene of the movie Twister. You know, the one with Helen Hunt and umm…what's that guy's name? Ummm, Bill something. Bill Paxton. That's it. He's kind of good looking, huh? He was the Big Love dad. Did you ever watch that show on HBO, it was cuckoo for cocoa puffs? I can imagine it's difficult dealing with one wife, but who in their right mind wants to deal with multiple wives. Multiple nagging, multiple hormones, multiple whining. The only positives are the husband is surely getting laid a lot, and you always have a babysitter you don't have to pay. No, thank you very much I am not good at sharing and would likely end up the ousted and disgraced sister wife.

"Keegan, Jesus fuck, man, what the hell are you doing here?" Oh, that mother fucker, he did it again. That's Christian at the door.

"You're an asshole Keegan. Did I not tell you to stop doing this to me? It pisses me off, and Ana is going to think I'm in on it." His voice is getting higher, it's clear he's mad. Don't think I want to be on his bad side ever.

"Oh come on man, Chris. You know I couldn't let you go on your first date without me. You might do something stupid and fuck it up before you even get going."

He laughs. He's a funny guy I'll give you that but I can tell Christian is a little more reserved.

Christian scoffs, "Are you fucking serious right now. Who said anything about this being my first date asswipe? I've had dates before."

I hear Keegan laugh again, so I take a chance and peek around the corner and see Kate and Ana…not me, I mean Harper. Good grief, I'm all fucking confused now. I see Kate and Harper standing with their arms crossed like they're offended. I know they aren't, and there's no way either of those boys know it's not me.

Christian moves closer and pokes his brother in the chest, "Keegan, you need to leave, you dick. I'm going to tell mom what you keep doing, and she's going rip into you, do you want that?"

I can't hold in my laughter. I see Harper glance in my direction which is my signal that I need to put a stop to this before someone gets an ass beating on our new expensive area rug. Keegan immediately stops laughing.

"Aw come on Chris, don't tell mom. Remember what she did to me in sixth grade? I don't want a repeat," Keegan begs.

Christian lets out a big breath, "Fine. But, this is the last god damn time I let you off the hook. I'm serious, Keegan. I assured Ana this is not something that we do…anymore. Next time it's the wrath of Grace Trevelyan Grey. Got it?"

As I get closer to the entry way, I hear nothing but silence. I see two sets of grey eyes staring at me, and I'm laughing my ass off.

"Gotcha!"

Kate and Harper start cackling so hard they double over. It's like watching someone watch a tennis match…heads are going back and forth. The guys are most definitely confused.

"Good evening gentlemen. Or should I say gentleman and man-child."

Keegan starts to say something when Christian just punches him in the arm and tells him to zip it.

"Hello, Anastasia. You look beautiful," Christian's eyes light up, and he kisses my cheek.

I step back, "Hello Christian. Sorry, but I had to do it. I did underestimate your partner in crime, though. I wouldn't have thought he'd try to pull a fast one again."

"I'm sorry. He's seriously mental. I know he was dropped on his head a lot when he was younger. I honestly do not know how he makes it through the day."

"I get it. If anyone gets it, we do." I gestured toward Harper, and she's still laughing.

"Wow, Ana. You clean up good."

"I guess I should take that as a compliment, Keegan?"

"Of course. Not that you aren't beautiful too, Harper."

"Why, thank you very much. I'm going out. Ana, I'll see you tomorrow. Have fun and be careful."

She's gesturing with two fingers, pointing at her eyes and then at Christian telling him she's watching and he better not fuck it up.

We say our goodbyes to Keegan and Kate. Christian leads me to his car. Holy fuck this car is hotter than the damn Rover. He's driving a sleek, black convertible Audi R8. Most guys don't think girls know shit about cars, but this girl does. I'm all about speed and performance. Wait. That didn't come out right. Car performance...Never mind.

I see the Rover parked behind and immediately know that it's Christian's G-Man, Taylor. I can't see him through the dark tint, but I wave. Don't want to seem rude. Christian shakes his head and smiles while opening my door. I've got those fucking nervous butterflies going on and I'm giddy with excitement. Christian slides down into the driver's seat.

"Yeah, you can drive me anytime, baby.: Geez, Ana, shut up.

"Did you just hear what I said," I question Christian as he presses the push button start and the car comes alive.

"No, I'm sorry what did you say?" Never mind. Thank fuck I didn't say that out loud. We're not even ten minutes into this date, and I'm already having salacious thoughts. It must be getting close for my aunt to visit because I am seriously hormonal.

"It doesn't matter." He grins. Oh, there's those luscious lips. Yummy, I've got a place for you to park those beauties. He pulls out into traffic and off we go…somewhere.

"You look breathtaking, Ana. You should wear dresses more often," He says with a waggle of his eyes brows.

"Yes, well I wouldn't want to be confused for Harper all the time, now would I?"

"I could never confuse the two. I admit there was a moment that I wasn't sure, though. Harper has very different mannerisms than you. She carries herself differently."

Wow, I never thought about it that way. He's a fucking genius. I suppose he has to be given he's so young, and a fucking billionaire at …how the fuck old is he again? I don't think he's told me. Note to self: cover age as a topic of discussion. Really, Ana? You had to go there. He's just a man baby girl, just a man.

"Good, so there will no more kissing of each other's twins, agreed?"

"I agree, but I can't be so sure about Keegan. He's a jokester. Between him and Elliott it was like living with Beavis and Butthead. Keegan is a prank master and Elliott feeds him the ammunition. Keegan's devious and they are a lethal combo."

"I can see that. How do you fit in with them? I mean, you seem very different, more reserved." I can't help think he's like the odd man out but prefers it that way.

"I have to be in my line of work. Can you imagine someone like Keegan trying to close a multi-billion-dollar acquisition? He's super smart but he is still immature in many ways. He loves to have fun but drives our parent's crazy even now. I don't know how Elliott puts up with him every day."

I look over at him puzzled, "What do you mean by that?"

"They own a business together, Grey Architectural and Construction. Keegan is a registered architect and Elliott is the builder. He's an engineer and started it after he graduated from Columbia University. It's the only Ivy League school that offered a construction program, and he graduated top of his class two years before Keegan and I graduated from Harvard. Keegan used part of his trust fund to buy into Elliott's construction company. Now they are co CEOs."

That's unexpected. "So, they spend a lot of time together…plotting against you."

He shakes his head as if in disbelief, "Yes, Keegan came out of the womb plotting against me. They live together and work together. No way I could do that. I'd want to kill them or better yet kill myself to free myself of their antics."

He takes hold of my hand while we are stopped at a light, "I've been thinking of nothing else but seeing you today."

I look down at our clasped hands wondering if he feels the same electricity when we touch. It's the third time I've felt it but he's never acknowledged it.

"I've been looking forward to it too." Someone better stop me and quick because I am ready to jump this man, right here right now in a two-seater sports car. Not that would be fucking hot!

"Do you feel that, Ana?"