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Chapter 15

"Good night baby. I hope you sleep well. Wake me if you need anything."

"Good night Christian."

I wake to the incessant fucking annoying ass buzzing of Christian's phone sliding around on his nightstand. I nudge him, but he's sleeping like the dead. I lean over to see if it's someone important. Fuck, it's Keegan.

"Who is it, Ana?" Oh, guess he's awake now.

"Keegan."

"Go ahead and answer it."

I put it on speaker so Christian can hear, "Christian Grey's phone, this is Ana, his girlfriend. How may I help you?" I giggle.

Christian laugh as does Keegan, "Good morning to you too Itty Bitty. Girlfriend, huh? Where's my lazy ass brother, it's after eight, and he's not at work."

"Well, your brother, my boyfriend, is lying next to me, and we'd still be sleeping if it weren't for your early morning wake up."

"Early? Woman, I've been up for three hours, and lover boy is usually in the office by seven so what gives."

"A late night that's what gives, you asshole," Christian mumbles.

"I bet. I need some advice so I was hoping to stop by today. What time are you going in?"

"Considering I've just been woken up; I haven't even checked my schedule yet. I'm sure Andrea has been blowing up my phone because somebody needs something. I'm not going in today. I'm going to stay in bed all day with Ana."

"Okay, what are you doing tonight then. I need to talk to you?"

"Fuck, Keegan, can't you talk to Elliott. You live and work with him, he's closer."

"No, God damn it, I need to talk to you."

"Fine, come over around seven."

Christian grabs the phone and hits end and tosses it back on the nightstand. Alright then, guess he's finished talking to Keegan. I'm roll on my side, and he's moved in behind me so we're spooning.

"Good morning beautiful. How did you sleep?" He nips at my neck.

"Great. I don't think I moved all night. Those pain pills, the wine, the bath…let us not forget the mind blowing sex. I was so relaxed. How did you sleep," I ask? I pull at the hair on his arms. His hands are so fucking sexy. Perfectly manicured and soft like

"Like a baby. I like having you in my bed; it is not something I've done in the past."

"Seriously, you've never had a sleep over before? I find that hard to believe, Christian."

"I'm an extremely private person and don't let many people into my circle. I've got few friends outside of Keegan, Elliott and Mia but not many. Being me comes with some degree of mistrust. That's why there's an elevator code, that's why Taylor and Sawyer and the rest of my security team is here."

"I get that you like your privacy. I guess I would too if I was in your position. Billionaire CEO and all, but what makes me different? You've taken me out of town, let me into your home and now we've had our first sleepover and its barely been a month."

"From the moment I laid my eyes on you, Anastasia, I knew you were different. I can't really explain it. Just like that shock, we feel when we touch. I can feel you before I see you. I sound like a whack job, don't I?"

"No…no, not at all." I laugh, and he pokes my side.

"So what's with you not going into work today? Don't you have an empire to oversee?"

"I do, but I was tired after my trip, and I was sort of busy into the wee hours of the morning. There's nothing that can't wait until tomorrow. Hungry?" I nod. "Let's go see what Gail's up to, shall we."

After showering and putting on my favorite pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt, I go back into the bathroom, hop up on the vanity and watch him shave.

"What are you doing," he asks.

"I'm watching you."

"Yes, I realize that but why are you watching me?"

"I'm fascinated by man stuff. Like shaving and peeing standing up."

"Peeing standing up huh." He sets his razor on the counter and stands between my legs.

"Yes, I'm obsessed with what goes on in the men's restroom. The fact that you all stand up are perfectly comfortable whipping it out in front of other guys and think nothing of it. A woman can only go as far as squatting …if we tried to stand up straight it'll run down our legs. Guys have it so much easier."

Is it me or has anyone else wondered what goes on in there? Here's a classic Ana story for you…I accidentally used the men's restroom once at a restaurant. I'd been to this place a dozen times and knew exactly which door to use but for some reason, I turned left instead of right. You'd think my first clue it was the wrong bathroom would be the urinal. I've heard that some guys totally drop their pants…Now if you were going to all the trouble to do that why wouldn't you just use the fucking stall. There's a door, a lock, and privacy. No one wants to see some old guys' hairy ass. Now if the guy had Christian's ass that would be a different story. Anyway, I went into the stall, did my business, went to the sink and started washing my hands. It was then I realized there was a guy at the urinal, completely oblivious to the fact that I was there washing my hands. Before you ask, no I did not sneak a peek. That would just be weird. So I finished washing my hands and walked out. I don't even think he realized it was a girl who was in there. I fucking triple check that shit now making sure I go through the right god damn door.

"I'll say it again, Ana…you are a very peculiar woman." I get a peck on the nose, and he goes back to shaving.

"That may be, but think about the knowledge I impart because of my peculiarity."

"Have you thought any more about GEH? We do have several openings in acquisitions. You'd get to see me every day," he says giving me a big ass grin. Yes, because I'd get so much done because of that.

"Obviously, I couldn't report to you so who would be my boss? I don't want to work for some dick either or some old fucker who thinks a woman's place is barefoot and pregnant in the mother fucking kitchen. I get I need to prove myself and working hard is genetic in my family so that's not an issue. What I don't want to happen is to keep proving myself over and over again, and it does nothing.

"You would report to Tom Forrester, he's Director of Acquisitions. He reports to Ros."

"What is it exactly that you do anyway? I get you're the top dog but what does that entail. Fuck I haven't even seen your office yet. There's a chance I might not even like it. It could be all stuffy, and you have nothing but a bunch of bottle blonde bimbos working there," I chuckle.

"I will have you know that my office is not stuffy. There are some blondes, yes. Ros is a red head, Andrea has dark brown almost black hair. Why don't you come visit me later after your lunch…you can bring Harper? I'll give you the nickel tour, and you can ask me any questions you might have. You can meet Tom and Ros."

"Okay, that sounds like a plan. I'm sure Harper won't mind." I'm still on the fence about this big idea of his.

Christian finishes up, gets dressed and leads me to the kitchen...slowly. God this fucking boot is the worst. I see a woman standing in front of the stove, and I assume it is Gail.

"Good morning Gail. Did you fix the breakfast that Ana wanted?"

She smacks him on the arm, "Pffft…no, I did not. You don't even eat that crap, and I certainly don't cook it. Good morning Ana." She winks.

"Good morning Gail. Anything I can do to help you?"

"Nonsense, you two go sit, I'll bring over breakfast. Coffee or tea?"

"Coffee would be great. I'm dragging ass this morning." Christian laughs and shakes his head.

"What?" I shrug.

We finish a delicious breakfast; damn that woman can cook her ass off. I've never had a better omelet; Gail is a culinary goddess. Taylor and Sawyer are milling around like they have fucking ants in their pants. I assume they are waiting for us to finish. We talk for a few more minutes before we clear our plates and thank Gail for breakfast. Christian wanders to his study to grab his bag and my purse from the bedroom. My overnight bag is sitting on the table near the elevator. I suppose that was Taylor or Sawyer's doing. They're like fucking ninjas I tell you.

Taylor and Christian take me to my apartment, Sawyer followed. He's my new shadow, so I've been told. I guess I don't really have a problem with the security I just don't want to give up so much of my anonymity. I'm just Ana Steele, no one important. That was until I became the girlfriend of one of the richest guys in the country who receives threats on a daily basis. Now that freaks me the fuck out.

Christian helps me with my bag and my wobbly ass. I need a fucking pain pill something fierce. It's just after ten so I can take one and rest a little before lunch with my sister.

Hopefully, after this first week, I can stop taking those. Christian follows me in, and I see Harper at the table studying.

"Hey sissy," I say acknowledging her. She pushes back from the table and grabs my bag from Christian.

"Hey, you two. Nice to see you've been well taken care of Ana. Did you have a good evening?" She's fishing for deets. No can do twisted sister just hold on to your thong at least until he leaves.

"Good morning Harper, yes we had a very nice evening. How was yours?" Christian asks. He has some real manners. His mother must be very proud.

"I'm sure it paled in comparison to yours." Jesus Christ, can she be any more obvious. I glare at her and mouth to her to shut the fuck up.

Christian pulls me in for a kiss, "Alright, I need to run. I'll see you this afternoon, right?"

"Yepper, we'll be there." I kiss him back.

"Good. Enjoy your lunch baby." I get another kiss and then he leaves.

"You're seeing him again today?" Her tone is a little incredulous.

"No, we are. We are going to his office after lunch. He wants to show us around and for me to meet a few people. He offered me a job working at GEH. I think he's off his rocker, but maybe I should really consider it. What do you make of it?"

"I think you'd be crazy not to take him up on it. I see why you'd be worried. Boyfriend gives his girlfriend a job. You become fodder for bitches to gossip about. I get it. I still think you should do it. You were so excited about the job at Bain. For months, that's all you talked about. This is a second chance…and who better than with Christian Grey, am I right?"

"Maybe, I don't know. Argh! I need to call mom and dad. Hmm, maybe just dad. Mom will have me on the phone for fucking forever. Alright, I'm gonna take a pain pill, call dad and rest. If I fall asleep wake me up by eleven thirty, so we can go eat. I'll be starving by then."

I take off for my bedroom, dig out my phone, pain pills and get into my comfy bed. I spend thirty minutes talking to my dad about the whole situation. He too thinks it is a great opportunity. He trusts that I will make the best decision for me. My dad is the biggest supporter of his kids. Always encouraging us to do what makes us happy. He wasn't all that thrilled with Hunter and his decision to enter the military. They had a big blow up. Eventually, they worked it out, and he couldn't be prouder of him. We're all proud of him.

"Ana, wake up. We need to get going."

We end up at this little bistro not far from our condo. Since it is lunch time, the place is full of professionals trying to get in and out. We find a table by the window and settle in. As we wait for the server to come over, Harper just jumps in with both fucking feet.

"So, spill. Did you or didn't you? Gimme details."

"I'm not giving you details, but I will tell you yes, we did."

"Ahhhhhh," She screams, and all eyes are on us. Inconspicuous is not something Harper knows. Sawyer's up and ready to beat some ass.

I feel my face turn bright red, but I can't stop smiling. I'm not a nosy Nelly always needing to be up in everyone's business, and I know Christian wouldn't want me to give her all the details. She's like a pit bull with a god damn bone.

"We had a very nice dinner, we took a romantic bath together and then moved to his bed."

"That's all your giving me. Dinner, bath and bed. Come on, Ana. I have been waiting for so long for this day. Pleeeaassee."

"Fine, just please no more whining. It was more and better than I had ever expected. I know I don't have any experience, but that man can fuck. The things he can do with his mouth. Oh, my, Lord…that tongue. He was gentle, attentive, and it was wonderful. And I can't wait to do it again." I'm giggling like a school girl.

"Ana, I'm so happy that your first time was so special. Did it hurt?"

"Fuck, don't even get me started. I am honest when I say small is not an adjective I would use to describe any part of Christian Grey. The whole big feet, big hands thing…yeah, that shit is real," I whisper his name.

We order our food and continue to catch up. I learn that Harper and Keegan haven't really figured out what they're doing. She said they've not slept together, even though I was sure they have. He's slept over, they talk and text all the time, but she's concerned about his man-whore reputation to really take it to the next level. She and Ethan were never going to work. He's in the military and not getting out anytime soon, and she's going to law school. It's just not the right time for either of them. Maybe Keegan is what she needs to move on from her Ethan crush.

After eating some tasty food, I let Sawyer know we're ready to go to Grey House. He drove one of the SUVs, and I admit it's nice not having to deal with my foot and driving. As we make our toward GEH, I stare at the passing cars and people caught in a grey dream. I've never seen Christian's building I can only imagine its grandeur. There's nothing cheap about Christian, so I'm sure his office isn't either. We come upon a twenty-story building with that says Grey House on the front. It is all glass, steel and ultra-modern looking. I stick my head out the window like a dog to get a good look as Sawyer pulls into an underground parking garage. If I were a smart dog, I'd have fucking doggles on. That should be a law; if you have a dog, and you let it hang their head out the window, they must wear protective eye wear. Have you ever been dinged by a rock while you're driving? Yeah, imagine that shit smacking your dog in the face flying down the freeway at seventy-five. Fuck rock, what about bugs? Ever had one of those noseeum's fly in your eye. You know that fucker is in there, but I'll be god damned if you are going to find it. You pull at your eyelids and rub incessantly and still nothing. You're left with itchy red eyes and a fucking bug stuck in there somewhere. I mean, there's not a whole lot of places for the bug to go if you think about it. My mom had a moth fly into her ear once. She had to go to the hospital to get that bastard pulled out. That little invader was still alive when they pulled it out. It made so nauseous buzzing around in her ear and she was freaking out so bad they had to give her something to knock her out. So gross.

"We're here Ana," Sawyer announces pulling me back to reality, and I see we are parked in a spot marked Grey. Fuck, I'm sweating like a fat bird in a bin-bag at a barn dance. Jesus Ana settle down; it's not like you never met the man. Less than twelve hours ago you were bumping uglies with him. Like that is going to calm me down; yeah bring up sex. Idiot.

The three of us walk across the garage to the elevators. Oh goodie, goodie gumdrops, an elevator. Harper takes hold of my hand, and Sawyer says we only have to go up to the ground level. Great, why didn't we just start there to begin with? We reach the lobby, and the first thing I notice is the blonde at the receptionist desk. Another fucking blonde. Really Grey. My attention is on the ding of an elevator. Some nondescript guy steps out so I focus my attention back on Goldie locks. I feel the need to fuck with her. Yes, I'm a little feisty.

The Pepper Potts look alike with resting bitch face is staring at us, "Hi, we're here to see Christian Grey."

"Your name is?"

"My name is Thelma, this is Louise. Do you need my birth date, driver's license number, height, weight, blood type?" I offer her my hand, and she wearily accepts it.

"That won't be necessary," She snaps, "What company are you with?" Oh, this is too easy. I wink at Harper, and I see Sawyer trying not to laugh.

"The CIA." She snaps her head up.

"I'm sorry, you said the CIA?" She questions.

"Yes, the CIA. Central Intelligence Agency. I assume you've heard of it. Very popular these days. Mr. Sawyer just brought us here. Isn't that right Mr. Sawyer?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Well, I don't have anyone by that name or company on his list today. Let me just call up to his assistant."

"Sarah, please just call Mr. Grey and let him know instead of Andrea. It's confidential." Oh, Sawyer, you are good. She punches in a few numbers in her fancy phone thingy…I assume it's Christian's office.

"Mr. Grey, Sir. I am sorry to bother you; this is Sarah in reception. Yes, thank you, I'm having a splendid day sir. Um, sir, I have two women from the CIA here to see you, but they are not on your schedule today. No, she said her name is Thelma, and the other one is Louise. Yes, Mr. Sawyer is with them. No sir, they look exactly alike. No, sir, I don't think so. Hold on a moment and I'll ask."

"Have you checked your weapons with Mr. Taylor?" She whispers albeit earnest in her delivery.

I pat my side letting her know I'm carrying, "Yes, we did. Mr. Taylor cleared us to bring them in the building."

"Um, Mr. Grey, Sir. Yes, they checked their weapons with Mr. Taylor, and he cleared them to carry them in the building. Okay, sir. I'll let them know. Thank you."

"He said he'll be right down. If you just want to have a seat, it won't be but a minute."

"Thank you, Sarah. You're most helpful. I'm sure Mr. Grey appreciates the excellent work you do for him. I'm hopeful that we won't have any problems today so there's most likely no reason for us to use our guns. Just following procedure."

She nods slowly and tries to smile but actually looks like she wants to hurl. I think I might have freaked her out a tad. Sorry…Not sorry.

Less than minute later I spot my handsome CEO waltz off the elevator, Taylor in tow and smirk on his face. They reach us, and he puts his hand out to shake. Oh, he's playing along.

"Thelma, thank you for coming on such short notice. We've got a real issue that requires your assistance." I grasp his hand trying hard not to laugh or even smile.

"Thank you, sir. I'm glad we were able to make it."

"If you'd like to follow me, we can go up to my office and figure out how to remedy this quickly."

"I believe we can. Lead the way, sir." He gives me that panty dropping smile of his and we head for another bank of mother fucking goddamn elevators. Shit!