AN: I apologize for the delay getting this new update out. I had two papers I had to write for school and it was a bit more time consuming that I originally thought. This chapter gave me fits and took some effort to get through. I have way too many people talking to me in my head. Remember I told you it was going to be somewhat slow...a slow burn rather than a quick fuck. Thank you all for continuing to follow and review. I love it!

Hope you enjoy the continuation of their date.

"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?"

Trouble huh. Bring it on!

We are standing at the valet waiting for our car to arrive. Christian has my hand in his when he leans closer and whispers, "You are so beautiful, Ana. I knew when I first met you there was something about you that I needed. Turns out it wasn't something about you, it was just you." He gives me a soft peck on the lips and smiles.

I know I must look like I'm catching flies because he's rendered me speechless. Holy fuck! That has to be the most romantic thing I've ever heard and surely that someone has ever said to me. I know I said before that people don't fall in love at first sight, but I have been known to be wrong plenty. This man is going to sweep me off my feet, and I pray that when I land my heart is not broken.

The valet arrives, and we slide into the backseat of the SUV, Sawyer is at the helm. The helm…ha ha. That reminds me of one of our fishing trips with my dad.

Hunter, dad and I decided to try out a lake we'd never been to before and brought a canoe with us. Hunter and I whined to go out in the so dad relented. We loaded up our fishing gear, some sandwiches, and water and set out in the canoe with Hunter manning the oar. After we were happy with our location, about half a mile from the shoreline, Hunter locked the oar so we wouldn't lose it. We'd only been fishing for about fifteen minutes when I noticed there was some water in the bottom of the canoe. Not just a little water either.

Hunter had his headphones in listening to some crap music and was in his own world and hadn't noticed. I poked him with my fishing rod to get his attention. When he turned around, I just pointed at the water in the canoe. The look on his face was priceless. It was a combination of confusion but realization like we were passengers on the fucking Titanic. He kept looking behind us and to the side and says "I think there's a leak." Uh… no shit, thank you captain obvious. He grabs the oar and starts to paddle. I yell out "paddle faster, I hear banjos." He definitely doesn't appreciate my sense of humor or my love of old movies. Did you ever see Deliverance…the dueling banjos? If you haven't seen it, you should. I bet it's on Netflix. Anyway, Hunter is paddling as fast as he can to get as close to the shore as possible. I continue to encourage him…by yelling, of course. I happen to look down when I see this little white cap bobbing up and down in the canoe. Oh shit, that's the plug, it must have come out, and that's why we're taking on water. I debate whether or not to tell Hunter because he looks like he's paddling up a hill and struggling. Being the devious little shit I am, I decided it was more fun watching him. He finally ended up jumping in the water and pushing us while I paddled. I grabbed the plug quickly and stuck it back in the hole. He pulled the canoe out of the water and was scouring it for a leak. He was puzzled as to why we were taking on water. He never did figure it out and to this day, I've never told him the plug popped out.

Christian is telling Sawyer to take us to Stanley Park. I've never been here before, so I have no idea what it is. A few minutes later we roll up to this little kiosk, and I see these beautiful chestnut horses that had to be well over six feet tall. Holy Shatner shit, these are Clydesdales, and they are hitched to a carriage. He's taking me on a carriage ride. God damn if he isn't smooth. If he's doing this to get in my pants, he succeeded. In my mind, I'm already naked with my feet in the air. We come to a stop, Christian opens the door and pulls me out. He's not let go of my hand the entire time.

"I hope you don't think this is too cheesy an idea, but I thought it would be something different. I've never done this before."

"This is a wonderful idea, Christian. You're just full of fucking surprises today, aren't you?" Have I got a surprise for you baby and its hot, wet and tight. I may be a lady, a perverted one, but a lady nonetheless and this lady i Y.

We walk over to the carriage, climb in and sit close to each other. Sawyer brings over a blanket which is a good fucking idea since my hairless legs are cold as shit. I lean into Christian, and he puts his arm around me and pulls my legs into his lap. I feel the carriage begin to move as the coachman steers the beautiful big steeds into the street. I take in our surroundings and notice how alive the city is. The lights twinkling and the sounds, a combination of people, cars and music is magical.

As we ride through the park, we ask each other those typical first date questions. My turrets kicks in every so often, but Christian just laughs.

"How many girlfriends have you had?" I want to know what I'm dealing with…is he a man whore?

"I have only been in one relationship, and that ended years ago."

He has a look of sadness, so I guess there's a story there. Fuck if I'm going to get into that tonight…unless he wants to.

"I date someone for a short time in college, but it wasn't going to last after we graduated so we decided to go our separate ways. I haven't seen or talked to her since." He is very matter of fact.

"What about you?" He asks.

"I have never had a boyfriend. I've gone on a few first dates, but that's it. Sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with me."

"There's nothing wrong with you, Anastasia. You just have to kiss a few frogs before finding your prince." He smiles shyly.

"I suppose. I'm curious why you've not dated more or ever been married."

"I haven't had time honestly. I have spent the last six years starting and growing my business. I've been so focused with that I didn't give it much thought. Keegan is always trying to set me up, but that's not for me. Let's just say; we have very different tastes in women. Despite my tough persona as a CEO, I lead a very quiet, private life. In reality, I have yet to find my soul mate…"

He hesitated, and I know he wanted to say something else, but I let it go. I want this man desperately. A chainsaw couldn't cut through the sexual tension between us. We continue talking, enjoying the ride and each other.

"Do you have the desire to get married and have a family?" I'm taken aback by his question.

"Yes, I do. Not tomorrow or anything but yes, I would like to have kids someday. I'm excited to get my career off the ground and to living my life out from under my parents. Don't get me wrong; I love them, but I'm ready to be an adult if that makes sense."

I'm not excited about actually being pregnant, though. Basically, you're trading cramps, bleeding, and bitchiness for even more bitchiness, morning sickness, ridiculous weight gain, swollen feet, constant need to pee and hemorrhoids. I've been told that actually giving birth makes a Quentin Tarantino movie look like it was made by Disney. His movies are fucking awesome…well if you like violence, blood and complete and utter confusion.

"What about you? Do you want the wife and kids, dog and a white picket fence?" Yes, I know it's cliché, but I can't fall for any guy if we don't see eye to eye on marriage and kids.

"Frankly, I never saw myself getting married mostly because I've been single for so long, Keegan and Elliott are both single, and I suppose I've gotten comfortable with that lifestyle. However, I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I do want to share my life with someone and grow old with."

"Just as a caterpillar comes out of its cocoon, so we must come out of our comfort zone."

"Touché."

"So, tell me what do you do in your spare time. I imagine that you have to decompress somehow. Your job must be very stressful."

"It is. I enjoy being outdoors. I hike a lot with Elliott on the weekends. Keegan and I both enjoy sailing, so I take my catamaran out when the weather is nice. Soaring is one of my favorite activities, though. My mother is not happy when I bought my glider. She didn't like when I got my pilot's license to fly Charlie Tango either. I work out with a trainer five days a week, so that helps with a lot of the stress and frustration I feel most days."

"I imagine that with your mother being a doctor, she's always been worried about your safety. Flying something without an engine might give her just a little bit of anxiety," I joke.

"I can't imagine why it would," He sarcastically responds.

"Tell me what your interests are… besides drinking," He laughs and slaps his hand on my leg.

"Oh, you're a regular Jerry Seinfeld. A do-over would be nice so I could make a better impression."

"You definitely made an impression," He's still laughing

"Well, I enjoy reading, I do yoga…I'm very bendy." Filter please Ana.

"Ummm I also like fishing and camping. Mostly it's because I get to spend time with my dad. He's so busy with his practice that anytime he wants to go I jump at the chance. I love 80s music, movies…comedies mostly but also old movies, and the symphony. I'd love to travel more; I want to go to Italy so bad."

"When is your birthday," He asks.

"September tenth. I'm getting up there in years. I'll be twenty-two. When's yours?"

"June eighteenth. I must seem ancient since I'll be turning twenty-seven."

"I'll make sure Sawyer has your walker ready."

We sit in silence, holding hands. One of us is thinking about sex…okay, it's me, but I'm thinking that sex is a go tonight. Maybe he is one of those guys who doesn't fuck on the first date or maybe he's more the type that would high-five me and go out on a second date.

I can see the kiosk up ahead, so I know that our ride is coming to an end. Sweet Jesus I would let him ride me like Seabiscuit in the Kentucky Derby. Being this close to him is not good for my libido. It's out of control, and I just want to grab his …

"Anastasia, we're here."

"Sorry, I was daydreaming."

"Is that so, care to tell me why you're smiling like a loon?" Um, that would be a big negative. I'm not about to let him into my perverted head just yet.

"Mr. Grey, a lady never tells her secrets," I say in the worst southern accent known to man.

He helps me out of the carriage, he bends downs and wraps his arms around my lower back pulling me close. I stand on my tip toes because he's the fucking jolly green giant, but I'm not much closer than if I was flat footed. I wrap my arms around his neck. I feel him tense a little, but he seems okay, so I hold him tighter. We're looking into each other's eyes, and it seemed as if time itself slowed to a crawl when I see his lips coming toward me... He hesitated for a brief moment and stopped just before our lips met and a shy smile came to him.

As we stood there in an embrace, I could feel his heart beating so fast I thought it was going to burst from his chest. I could feel mine pounding in my head. Oh please don't let me pass out. I don't want to forget this. He put his hands on both sides of my face and kissed me. This isn't just any kiss either. This is an open mouth, let me in kind of kiss. I've never been kissed like this, and I don't want it to stop.

I hear him moan, and I feel just how much he is enjoying this kiss, and I'm not talking about my lips. A few moments of some serious tongue tennis and he pulls back panting. I'm panting and feeling a bit tingly down under. He places a soft kiss on my forehead and leads me to the SUV.

It's almost midnight, so I can't imagine we're going anywhere else. I'm not sure anything else could compare with that carriage ride.

"Where are we headed?" I inquire.

"We're going to the hotel…the Fairmont. It's not far from here."

"Okay. You said I'll have my own room, right?"

"Actually, I've booked the Chairman's Suite, it has three separate bedrooms. I think you'll like it."

"Groovy."

In less than five minutes we arrive at the Fairmont Pacific Rim. It's beautiful, and I can only imagine what the suite is going to look like. Sawyer gives the keys to the valet and grabs our bags from the back of the Rover. We're walking toward the lobby when I take my eye off the ball and don't see the few steps between me and the doors. Since I have ridiculous heels on, I fall going up the stairs landing on all fours but laughing my ass off. I warned him that I'm clumsy. Christian grabs me quickly and stands me upright, but I'm laughing too hard, and I turn too fast and trip over my feet. Yepper, it takes real skills to choke on air, fall up stairs and trip over nothing. I got skills, baby!

"Jesus Christ, Ana. You weren't kidding when you said you were clumsy."

I'm laughing hysterically now, "I ..I ttoold you I waass clumsy."

"I need to invest in bubble wrap, I'd make a fortune off you."

I realize I've skinned my knees, and it's bleeding pretty good. Christian picks me up and carries me the rest of the way. I see all eyes on us as he strides across the lobby toward an elevator. Sawyer is trailing behind us as we arrive at the elevator. Here we go again, mother fucking elevators.

"Don't worry this is a private elevator too. Shouldn't be anyone else but us," he whispers in my ear.

We arrive at our floor without incident, thank fuck. Christian puts the key card in the slot, and we're in like flint. I see a man standing in the foyer. He reminds me of Michael Cain as Alfred Pennyworth from Batman. He's a nice English chap, isn't he? I love men with accents. Doesn't matter what they say, it's a complete turn on.

"Good evening Mr. Grey. I'm Alfred, if there's anything you need during your stay, please let me know."

Did he just say Alfred..do I know my butlers or what? I'm fucking psychic, or maybe I just bumped my head when those stairs popped up out of nowhere.

"Thank you. I think we need a first aid kit. My girl…Anastasia had a bit of a disagreement with the stairs."

Aha, a little slip of the tongue. He looks over at me, and all I can do is giggle. I know where I'd like him to slip that tongue, and it's not my mouth.

He leads me through the sprawling suite. Holy Mary mother of god this place is bigger than our apartment. It's two stories. I can see an outdoor patio. We walk through a ginormous bedroom into the most heavenly bathroom I've ever seen. Through the floor to ceilings, I see the patio with a…is that a fucking pond out there? Holy shit, it is. You can get to it from in here, and they're stepping stones to a gazebo and a fire pit. This man has more money than sense.

He tends to my skinned up knees...yeah that's real attractive. I hope to fuck I have a pair of pants in my bag for tomorrow. This could have been avoided if my sister and Kate didn't insist I wear a fucking dress.

"Thank you for fixing me up."

"My pleasure. Would you like to change out of your dress?"

"Yes, that would be wonderful. My feet are screaming at me to never put a pair of heels on again."

"Your legs are beautiful, and those heels are an added bonus." A little sexual innuendo …I like.

I know I'm blushing, "Thank you. The things we do in the name of fashion so we can attract the opposite sex never ceases to amaze me."

"You could wear a burlap sack and still be the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on. Sawyer put your bag on the bed, I'll leave you to it. Come find me when you're done."

Well, I'll be. He is a sweet talker, isn't he? It's either that or he's hoping to score. I'm good with trying to score.

After I find my pajamas…thank fuck they aren't the pink fluffy bunny ones. That would be embarrassing. Kate did good…she packed my new Frette silk pajama set that's gray. Coincidence…I think not. Anyway, it's a soft collared, button up shirt with a pocket and matching long pants. They're made in Italy, and Kate insisted I get them during our trip to LA. We went to Rodeo Drive and found the Frette store. Expensive as shit but so worth it. I'm not a pajama kind of girl; I'm more a t-shirt and underwear girl. It's the first thing I do when I get home…off comes the bra that's been suffocating my girls, and on goes the t-shirt.

I decided to wash my face since I'm here. I brush my teeth, take out my contacts and find my glasses. I wander out into the main room…good lord I can't wait to see the view in the daylight. As I look around, I see Christian looking out the floor to ceiling windows.

"Hey, there handsome." I see he's wearing similar pajamas but his are black with a hint of a monochromatic stripes. He has his glasses on too. Fuck me; he is sex on two legs. I could rip off his clothes and lick him from head to toe like a fucking popsicle. Yum!

"Hey, beautiful. How's your knees?"

"They're good. God, this place is unbelievable," I'm not easily impressed but this…this is some impression shit.

"Do you want to have a glass of wine and go outside by the fire?" Control yourself, Ana, you cannot get shit faced tonight. No way he's going touch you if you're incoherent. He might like kinky stuff but no one wants to fuck a dead fish.

"That would be great. Lead the way."