Chapter 4

It's Wednesday and I just took my last final of my college career. I feel bitter sweet. I'm glad it's over but at the same time my decisions are weighing heavily on me. I've haven't heard from Christian since our coffee date. I'm kind of surprised, from what I've gathered he needs control.

Walking across campus, back toward the book store, I see him. It's walking with the Dean by the agricultural building. Smirking, I make a bee line towards them while pretend to play with my phone. I run into him and he grabs my upper arms to keep me from falling on my ass. I look up surprised to a smirking Christian.

"Mr. Grey, I am so terribly sorry. I should've been paying attention. Forgive my interruption."

I nod to the Dean and start to take off.

"Miss Steele, a moment please."

Christian pulls me gently away from the Dean.

"Anastasia, I'm surprised you didn't take off in the other direction when you saw me. You disappeared on me before I could I ask you out again."

"I'm sorry Christian, I didn't mean to offend you. I just had to go."

"Very well, have dinner with me tonight to make up for it."

I knew it wasn't a question. I really don't wanna go but he's intriguing. It has been awhile. . . Why not.

"I would love to. Only one problem, I'm going out with friends this evening to celebrate the end of finals. We're meeting around 9, so it'll have to be before that."

"What friends are you meeting?"

His eyes have turned into a cold hard gray. There he is, Mr. Dom.

"Friends from college . . . after Saturday, I'll probably never see them again so one last party is needed. You're welcome to come along if you'd like."

He raises his eyebrow at the invitation. He certainly wasn't expecting that. He finally nods and I smile.

"I'll see you tonight. Pick me up?"

"I'll be there at 7."

I take off away from him. I glance back at the Dean whom seems to be in shock that Christian Grey was talking to little old me. Tonight should be interesting.

Standing in the mirror I look over my outfit. I have a black shirt that buttons up the back. It ends right at my jeans. Classy for dinner but edgy for a bar when I tuck it up for dancing later. I have on dark blue skinny jeans and my come fuck me stilettos. They're six inches and have little crisscross straps all the way up. I did my makeup dark and have my hair in loose waves. Checking the time I see it's almost time for him to pick me up. I grab my purse and head out into the living room.

"Damn Mamacita! Are we getting you laid tonight?!"

"I'm having dinner with Grey before we meet you at the bar."

Kate's eyes go wide. Before I know it, she attack hugs me and starts jumping up and down.

"O!M!G!"

She keeps shrieking.

"Will you calm the fuck down?! He's going to be here any moment and I don't need your ass fangirling."

"Okay! Sorry, sorry. Maybe getting laid will get that stick out of your ass."

There's a knock on the door. I take a deep breath and open it. Christian is standing there looking like a model. Jeans, white button up and a jacket. I'm almost swooning before I catch myself.

"Anastasia, you look amazing."

"So do you. Are you ready?"

He offers me his arm and leads me to the SUV.

We ride in compatible silence and get to a little Italian restaurant that I know and love. I automatically take the seat with my back to the wall so I can see the whole restaurant. I see him frown but he doesn't say anything. After we order, it starts getting uncomfortable.

"Tell me about your childhood."

"I was a military brat until I was 9. When Ray got out of the service and we settled back in at home was when my mom divorced him. He became a truck driver doing long haul and she couldn't handle it. Said she was lonely. So I moved with her to Vegas. She married husband number 3 and I left when I was 13. Ray came and got me. Montesaro has been my home ever since. I had some behavioral issues. I joined JROTC in high school to help channel them."

"What's that?"

"Its like junior reserves. They do basic training stuff. It was a lot of fun. I learned how to fight and shoot and be apart of a team."

"That's interesting."

"Then when I graduated high school, I joined the military and did two tours in Iraq. I was honorably discharged and started college."

"You were in the military? What did you do, surely not combat?"

Christian is looking at me like I'm a strange exotic animal. I tear my gaze away from him, focusing on my plate. This isn't something I like to talk about. Not even with fellow veterans. I focus on my breathing and clear my head. I recite it just like I rehearsed.

"I was a sniper. The first female to ever be let into sniper training, I passed and joined my brothers overseas."

"I see. May I ask why you left?"

"I got injured. Pretty bad. I was attacked when I was focused on a shot. It landed me back home. I recovered and started school."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

There's an awkward silence. We're both just pushing food around our plates. Christian knows he pried too far with me and now looks a little lost that he doesn't know how to take control of the situation. I reach over the table and touch his hand. I smile and he seems to ease up a bit.

We ease up and start to talk about the weather and our favorite books and movies. Soon were leaving the restaurant and back in the SUV. We hold hands on the way to the bar.

Hello! Sorry for the delayed update. I've been down with the flu and bronchitis. This chapter is short but I just wanted to get some background in. Hope you all enjoyed.