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Chapter 6

"Do you feel that, Ana?"

Hallefuckinglujah he feels it too. I thought I was losing my ever loving mind. It feels like static electricity, you know when you barely touch someone and it shocks you while scaring the shit out of you.

"Yes, I do. I thought it was just me."

He looks at me and smiles, "It is you."

Oh great, he must think I've got something seriously wrong with me like radiation poisoning or worse. Yes, dumb ass, that's it. He's confused you with Bruce Banner playing with a gamma bomb, and you're the Incredible Hulk's little sister.

"Where are you taking me, Christian. You are Christian, right? You're not playing some sick trick on me still?" I'm a twin, and I don't trust myself let alone another set of twins.

He feigns being insulted, "Yes, it's me. You want to see my driver's license?"

Oh yeah, like you can't switch that. I got your game, Grey. I will have to keep my eye on these two.

"It's a surprise, but I think you'll like it. We have to make one stop first, then we'll be on our way."

Oh yippee…I love surprises, the more surprising, the better.

We don't drive far from my apartment when we arrive at an underground garage. This looks interesting. I see him pull into a parking spot that is marked GREY. Hmmm, private parking spot. Are we getting out or do I just sit here and wait? I see the black Rover pull up next to us, again in a parking spot marked GREY. In fact, this whole side of this level is labeled GREY. I'm counting his cars...oh like that reality show Counting Cars. It takes place in Vegas, and they have some sweet ass custom rides on that show. Danny Koker is bad ass. I'd maim or kill to have any car from his shop. If I ever go to Vegas, I'm for sure going to check out that place if I ever go to Vegas.

Christian gets out and comes around to my side and opens the door. He reaches his hand out so I take hold. He's not said anything so I'm a little worried. Maybe he brought me here to do naughty things with. Seriously Ana. You've known this guy all of four days so it might be a tad presumptuous to think he's going to rock you like a hurricane on the first date. Your name is not Kate Kavanagh.

We walk to the elevator bank…Oh fucking great. A goddamn elevator. Hurry hurry hurry get here before anyone else can get on with us. I must have a panicked look on my face, or maybe it's the fact I'm teetering from one foot to the other when Christian asks if I'm okay.

"I'm good." If you don't consider severe claustrophobia and panic attacks a sign of something seriously wrong with me, it's all good.

"Umm, just a little aversion to crowded elevators."

"Don't worry it will be just you, me and Taylor. This is my elevator."

Oh, but of course, how silly of me to assume it was put here for public use. You know what they say about assuming things, right? You're assuming that they are assuming you know what they say about assuming when in reality they could be asking a legitimate question. Forget it. You're smart, you'll figure it out.

We step into the elevator when I see him push PH button and input a code. "What is it like a time share or something? Do you have to pay rent on this sucker, that can't' be cheap?"

Taylor chuckles, and Christian glances over at him. I hear Taylor clear his throat and resumes his stiff dick stance.

"No, I own the building, and when it was being designed, I made sure I had my own private elevator."

Okey dokey. Kind of like your own private Idaho minus River Phoenix and being homelessness. Amazing what money can buy.

I nod and try to think of something that doesn't include me ripping off his clothes, pushing him down on top of me and letting him fuck my brains out. Yeah, that wouldn't be a good, Taylor's here. I don't want to get performance anxiety on top of the other anxieties I already have. Let's reveal one phobia at a time, shall we. Don't want to completely freak him out.

We arrive at our destination. Hopefully our Final Destination. Those were crazy ass movies, huh. Whoever wrote those movies needs to step away from the mushrooms. The way they kill some of those people is wicked. That reminds me of the Waze app. You can have Morgan Freeman give you directions. Once at your destination, Freeman says "You've arrived. It's been my honor and duty to see you through this mission." I love him...oh remember Driving Miss Daisy. So good.

We step off the elevator and make a sharp right turn to get on yet another elevator. Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't the penthouse generally at the very top of the building? How much higher can we possibly go…the roof?

It's a quick ride and the doors open …on the fucking roof. Seriously? It's a tit nipply tonight, and I didn't shave my legs to stand on a rooftop. There's a glass door leading outside, and I see something but not quite sure what it is. Oh..but…its…Holy Batman and Robin, it's a god damn helicopter.

Christian takes my hand and leads me over to this big white …it looks like a sperm. No! It looks like one of those white Beluga whales at Sea World. Huh. Wonder if he realizes he's piloting a Beluga whale? Those things are adorable.

"Anastasia, I would like to introduce you to Charlie Tango." He motions for me to step up and inside. Wow, now this is impressive. He said he was going to introduce me to it…is it a him or a her? I bet it's a her since he's a man. That would be weird, I guess unless he's gay. Which we've determined, he is not.

He moves around the front, and the other door opens, and he hops in. He points at the harness and tells me to buckle up. Ramalamadingdong we're going for a ride. Kate and Harper are going to hate me. I know for a fact neither one has ever had a first date this fucking cool.

"You ready to go?" He has smiles and puts on headphones and hands me another set. Cool, we get to listen to music. He pushes a button, and the rotor blades begin whirling. He's talking to someone when I hear a guy say we're all clear to Vancouver.

Vancouver. But, I just came from there. Let me tell you, it wasn't so great the first time around, why I'd possibly want to go back four days later is beyond me.

"Um Christian, why are we going back down to Vancouver?"

"Not down to Vancouver, we're going up to Vancouver, Anastasia."

"As in Vancouver, the one that's in Canada?" I say with some confusion and a whole lot of excitement.

"One in the same. Good surprise?" I nod repeatedly.

Awesome sauce. BEST DATE EVER!

I don't know how much time has passed, but we arrive atop a building with a big H on it. I guess H is for you're here like X marks the spot or maybe it's home if you lived in this building. Hmmm, I ponder the meaning for a moment. Christ on a cracker, it's H for helicopter. Wow, Ana, what are you smoking these days…so much for that 4.0 GPA, huh…Idiot much?

I watch as he flips a bunch of switches and the whirling sound I didn't realize I became used to goes quiet. He takes off his headphones. Which by the way, weren't for music. I was kind of bummed, I was hoping the music would block out the noise in my head telling me that I was going to die a virgin if this flying sperm / beluga whale plummeted from the sky. No, they are so he can hear the guy giving him directions, and we can talk to each other.

We have to go through some customs check first. Wait, oh fuck a duck, I don't have my passport. Shit, they aren't going to let me off this building without my passport. We're going to have to turn around and go back. That would make it the worst date ever.

"Christian, I don't have my passport," I whisper. Why I don't know maybe because if they don't hear me, they won't know, I don't have my passport. It's not as if I am a criminal, if I don't have it and I'm trying to abscond to the North.

I see him pull something out of his inside jacket pocket and hands it to me. WTF?

"Stop the train, how did you get my passport?"

"I called Kate yesterday to ask if she could help get it." Once again, he's a sneaky bastard.

"Oh…." I got nothing.

We make it through customs without an issue and out to the street where another Land Rover waits. Note to self – inquire about his car collection. After settling inside the SUV, I notice a blonde haired guy in the front seat. Who's this yahoo?

"Sawyer, I'd like to introduce you to Anastasia Steele. Ana, this is Sawyer. He's another one of G-men or Men in Black guys, whichever you prefer," He says with a sly smile.

Haha, you're a laugh factory, Grey.

"Nice to meet you, Sawyer."

"You too, Ma'am." Oh fuck no we're not going there with the ma'am bullshit again. I know for damn sure that my mother was not invited on this date.

"Just Ana, Sawyer." He nods and begins to drive. Ten minutes later we arrive in front of the Blue Water Café. Looks like we're having dinner. Thank you food Gods, any longer I'd be getting a little hangry. I haven't eaten since lunch and it's now close to eight o'clock. I gots to have my food.

The valet comes over and takes the keys from Sawyer, who then opens Christian's door. We both step out and the chill of the night hits me. God damn why didn't I just wear jeans; my legs are freezing even more so without the hair. We quickly make our way inside, and Christian tells the Maître De we have a reservation. Damn, this place is pretty shwanky. As we're being shown to our seats, I check out some of the food on other patrons' tables. Yum, it looks tasty. I love seafood, and I am grateful he didn't take me to a fucking French restaurant. God damn French food. Harper is allergic to seafood. Sucks to be her. However, I'm allergic to peanuts, and she's not. Sucks to be me.

Once seated, our server comes over and asks what we'd like to drink. Christian eyeballs me questionably, and I eyeball him right back. Hey, mister, I'm not always falling down drunk. That was a one-time thing. Okay, a several time thing. Just order the fucking wine already. I'll behave myself. I don't want to miss a second of our date.

As we wait for our wine, Christian and I talk about what we did today. It seems he doesn't have much of a social life because he works so much. That needs to change...I'm your huckleberry.

I am in a daze watching him sip his wine, and I can't help wish for his lips to be on mine. No sooner do I think that does he lean over and place a soft kiss on my lips.

"I hope it's okay that I did that. Your lips are very soft."

Okay, it's more than okay…do it again, do it again. He must be telepathic because here come those lips again. This could get out of control quick if I don't pace myself. Think of something else Ana because if you starting wishing for him to throw you on this table like the catch of the day, you better be prepared he might just do it. Grateful when our food comes because I can at least think of food instead of fucking. The food is delicious. I can't remember ever having seafood this fresh.

Seafood…fish. Oh, I love to fish. My dad tries to take Hunter and I camping and fishing every year. Some people are born to camp and others not so much…When we were younger, we went to visit relatives in the Midwest so we could go camping. What a cluster fuck that turned into.

Most kids love being outdoors, swimming in a lake and digging for shit you have no reason to ever keep, but it's still fun. However, Harper is definitely not one of those kids. We'd only be out at our campsite a short while so the kids decide to go fishing. We aren't out there ten minutes when all the sudden Harper goes hauling ass back to the campsite screaming as if she was on fire. She was dragging her little Barbie fishing pole behind her, and I couldn't tell why she was dragging it until a few moments later. Turns out Harper was the only one who caught anything that day and it wasn't a fish but a goddamn water moccasin. I'm not talking about a shoe either; it was a fucking snake. How she hooked I don't know, but she makes it to our camp, and Carla starts running around in circles yelling "Drop the fucking pole, Harper. Drop the pole," and then yells for my dad to do something. Dad was running around like a fucking chicken with his head cut off looking for what I don't know, but I see him grab a canoe oar. He starts beating this shit out of this snake. Once things settled down, Dad asked Harper why she didn't just drop the pole, and she said she couldn't because a snake was chasing her. Dad banned Harper from fishing after that. It's not like she was enjoying herself, she bitched the whole time we were camping. Such a princess that one.

Christian and I had finished dinner when I recall an important question I want to ask him, "Can you tell me how you knew where I lived when you sent those flowers yesterday?"

His face is blank, but then he smiles, "I know people."

"How about you enlighten me then," I try to say with an angry expression, but I know it comes off looking like I'm constipated.

"Let me ask you, Ana, how much do you know about me and what I do?" Score one for Ana.

"Well, I did Google you so I was able to find out some things. There's nothing about your personal life though it was all business and a few charity related stories."

"Yes, well I do pay a pretty penny to keep my private life private. You've met Taylor and Sawyer; I suppose you can surmise the reason behind them. In the M and A world, what I do can piss off a lot of people, and I do receive threats pretty consistently. Taylor is my CPO and is in charge of all security when I am at GEH and outside when I am home, traveling or attending functions. Sawyer also travels with me sometimes as is the case tonight."

"I admit when you told me you own GEH I assumed that you were wealthy but just how rich, I didn't know until I saw the Forbes list for the year. It's a little intimidating. So back to the flowers…"

"Ah, the flowers. When I met you the night of your graduation, and after speaking with your sister, by the way, she was clearly not in the same celebrating mood that you were. She told me about your family and I quickly realized that our fathers are partners in the same firm. I never made the connection with your name. After we had spent the night together...sleeping, I called my head of GEH cyber security and intelligence and had him run a background check on you."

"Why the ever loving fuck would you not just ask me instead of doing that. Here I was worried I wouldn't be good enough to date a billionaire. When in actuality, he's a fucking billionaire stalker, who knows more about me than he should at this point in our relationship."

"I know it comes off that way, but I have to be very careful who I let get close to me. I only had to make that mistake once. Trust me, it was very basic information I really just wanted to surprise you. I realize we don't know each at all, but Ana, I really like you. Will you forgive me for being a stalker?"

Seriously why does he have to be so damn beautiful and those fucking grey eyes…ugh. No way I can say no. If we were having sex already, makeup sex would be appropriate at this point, don't you think? I'm already mentally taking his clothes off and yes; ladies he is...mind out of the gutter Ana.

"Thank you for being honest. I do appreciate the gesture, and I forgive you because I really like you too," I say shyly.

What are we twelve? Ana, you have never been a shy person so what' with the red face now. You've already embarrassed yourself enough for a lifetime in front of him. He's clearly into you…better get your groove on girl. Aren't you happy you shaved your legs?

"I do like surprises Christian but what I don't like is sneaky bastard behavior. Between you and Keegan I'm going to have my hands full so no stalker surprises. I am going to be very honest right from the start and tell you a few things you need to know before we decided what to do about…whatever this is." I point back and forth between us.

"Please understand that I am a very straightforward, tell it like it kind of girl. You've obviously witnessed that when we first met. I am blunt, and my filter is lacking at best most of the time. However, I am honest and open minded about everything. There are plenty of people who don't like me because they think I'm crass, or I have a foul mouth. But really, it's who I am, and I can't change that nor do I want to. WYSIWYG."

He laughs loudly prompting a few heads to turn, "What you see is what you get; that is the exact thing that drew me to you, Ana. Most people want something from me and it is hard for me to trust anyone. I knew right away, despite your confessions being alcohol induced, that was part of your personality, and I like that. You had no idea about the money, and yet, you still agreed to go out with me."

"Listen up buttercup, my family might not be as wealthy as you or your family, but I did grow up with money, Christian. My parents just instilled a fuck load morals and values in all of their children. I take nothing for granted and have worked hard to get to where I am. I realize it's nowhere yet, but I will get there eventually."

"So, was that all you wanted to tell me?" He's questioning as if he already knows the answer.

"No, it is not. You already know about my sexual experience or lack thereof so, if whatever this is between us, goes the distance, please have patience with me and whatever you don't break my heart."

"I have no intention of doing that. Since we're being open and honest, I will confess that I have only had one normal relationship. I was the one who's heart was shattered, and I don't want you to feel like that ever nor do I want to be the person inflicting that much pain on you. Well…."

"Well, what? He's holding back…come on big boy unleash the beast.

"Maybe we should wait and continue that discussion for when we are in a more private setting."

So close but alas he's not budging. At least not while were sitting here. I have no idea how long we've been sitting and talking, but there's not too many people left in the dining room. I could look at him all day. He has a very define jawline and his nose is completely proportionate to his face. It most certainly will not look like a dick nose when he's old. His eye lashes are long and thick…oh I bet he's long and ….shut up will you. He's going to think you're nothing but a horn dog. Well duh!

"Did you enjoy the food? Ana….Ana?"

"Huh, I'm sorry what did you say?"

"Did you enjoy dinner?"

"Yes, very much. Thank you, Christian, this was wonderful. I suppose we need to get back to Seattle now," I question, but I don't want to hear the answer.

"Actually…We aren't going back tonight. I figured that we'd both be drinking, and I can't fly if I have, you certainly can't pilot, and I can't exactly leave Charlie Tango sitting atop the customs building forever. I made reservations for us to stay overnight. Don't worry, I booked a suite that has three rooms so that you will have your own as well as Sawyer. We have plans for tomorrow before heading back."

"Oh…well. I um... I don't have any clothes to change into or….my toothbrush." What the fuck Ana, you're really worried about clothes and a toothbrush. You should be thinking how to maneuver your way into his room when he least expects it so you can jump his bones.

"Don't worry about that. Sawyer stopped at your place while you and Harper were out to lunch. Kate packed a bag for you and he brought it with him, along with mine, when he drove up earlier today. Come, let's see what sort of trouble we can get into, shall we?"