THE ORIGINAL NOVEL WAS WRITTEN IN SPANISH, I APOLOGIZE FOR THE TRANSLATION. IF YOU WANT TO READ IT IN SPANISH LOOK FOR IT UNDER THE SAME PSEUDONYM AND BY NAME "EL SECRETO"

In case you're wondering if Christian is in the novel, is there, just won´t expected.

I sat down and ordered a salad jacket, a turkey sandwich and a juice even though I didn't have much of an appetite. As soon as they brought me my order, I started eating the salad.

—Can I sit with you?

I almost choked on a potato in my mouth when I heard his voice. I looked up and found his piercing gaze staring at me. Wasn't there any other place for lunch? My heart began to beat faster in my chest as the words refused to come out of my lips. I took a deep breath and took my eyes off of his so I could concentrate on what I was going to say.

—Yes, no problem. —I said trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.

He sat in front of me as he put his order on the table and started eating his hamburger. I didn't even dare to look at him. I was afraid he'd catch me doing it. Now I had much less appetite than before. Why did these things happen to me?

—What a coincidence to meet you here, Miss Steele. — he said, pausing for lunch and looking in my direction.

—Yes, what a coincidence, Mr. Chasting. —I said as I sipped my juice and looked briefly at him.

—Do you always come here for lunch? — he asked as he raised an eyebrow and looked in my direction. What was that question about?

—Sometimes. —I replied evasively with a lie.

We always used to come here for lunch, I think I'd have to find another place for lunch now. It was enough to see him in the office. I didn't want to cross him at lunchtime too.

—And you? —I asked him, and as soon as I did, I regretted it.

He stared at me frowning the sign. Who sent me to open my mouth. But I had to know, I didn't want to cross him every day. And if so, I'd find another place to have lunch with Kate.

—Well, I don't know much about this area, I know this place from Grace, she showed it to me yesterday and I thought it would be a good place for lunch.

—It is. —I replied as I slowly ate my salad.

—No appetite? —he asked me as I looked up from my meal.

—No, not much.

—Are you sick, are you feeling well?

—No, I'm not sick, I'm fine. —I lied.

The truth was, I wasn't fine. I had lost my appetite since the day I know him. At least I had some lunch yesterday. Today, with him sitting in front of me, it was impossible to eat anything. I had knots in my stomach as my heart beat frantically in my chest. I needed to get out of here immediately, I couldn't sit in front of him another minute.

—I think I can not eat any more. — I said as I called for the check and asked for the sandwich to be wrapped without barely touching it. —With your permission, I'm going back to the office.

—I'll take care of this. —he said as he picked up the check to pay it.

—Excuse me! I can't let you pay for my lunch. — I said too low, almost imperceptible for him not to hear.

—Why not? —apparently talking too quietly didn't work with him because he had listened to me.

But at the time I couldn't come up with a convincing argument not to pay for my food. What I could tell him, that I didn't like a stranger paying for my food. But that stranger was my boss, there was a huge difference.

—Because I didn't even eat it.

—But you're do it later, that's why you're taking away. —he told me as they brought my sandwich wrapped and he paid without even letting me protest again. —If you don't eat it, I'll have to take you out for a bite to eat.

Taking me out to dinner, no, I couldn't allow that.

—All right, I'll eat it later. —I said resignedly as I picked up my sandwich and got up to leave.

No way I was gonna let him take me to dinner.

—Come on, I'll walk you out. —he said as he asked for the bill.

—You're not going to finish you're... —I said as I looked at his empty plate and kept the words on my lips.

In what moment he had eaten his lunch, I hadn't even noticed. He paid his bill and stood up.

—We're going, or you changed you´re mind and going to finish you're lunch here. —he said in a firm, serene voice as he stared at me, his gaze piercing mine.

—We're leaving. —I said as I walked towards the exit gate.

I could feel his footsteps beside me as we walked towards the office. Neither of us talked the whole way. When he got to the elevator, he pressed the call button. It was only a few seconds before the doors opened and we entered. I don't know if for my luck or my misfortune the elevator was completely empty and nobody came up with us.

In a casual, firm gesture he pressed the button of the 25th floor. The elevator began to come up for my idea slowly as Mr. Chasting casually lay down on one of the walls of the elevator with his arms folded over his chest and stared at me curiously as if it was something exotic outside of this world.

And I, I didn't know where to get into at the time. I sat at the opposite end of the elevator. The air became denser and my senses sharpened. I could smell the intoxicating scent emanating from his body and begin to feel the clouding of my senses. It smelled like expensive cologne. I didn't even dare to look at him I didn't want to lose myself in his gaze as I knew it would happen. So I got caught up in the duck-shaped aluminum foil that wrapped my lunch.

The elevator stopped halfway up and about six people came up, and made Mr. Chasting run in the elevator until he was standing next to me. His prescense, it was a little intimidating. The elevator continued its journey. Now I could smell it much stronger than before. And the heat that emanated from his body attached to mine almost burned my skin through the layers of cloth that separated us. My heart was pounding and I wanted to escape from my body as long as my legs felt like jelly. The elevator stopped at our floor and we all left. I'd rush over to my desk to hide behind it all afternoon. I could feel him walking behind me as we walked past the front desk and waved to Kate quickly with my hand. I sat at my desk and he walked into his office.

I took a deep breath. This was my refuge, where I felt safe. Safe and secure. Like that way I could get rid of my hot and sexy new boss.

I put my lunch in a corner to ate it later. There was just one thing that could relax me, that was the job. So I opened the e-mail to check it out. And as soon as I did, my heart started to beat faster once again. There were several emails, including one from Mr. Chasting, he sent it after I go to lunch.

From: Ryan Chasting

To: Anastasia Steele

Date: Tuesday, 10/20/2015 12:32 PM

Subject: Thanks to you.

The truth is, Grace was right. You are very efficient at your job.

Ryan Chasting, CEO of TecFall.

He just complimented me! Ryan Chasting just complimented me. I think I must be as red as a tomato as I could feel my cheeks burning. I decided to answer his mail.

From: Anastasia Steele

To: Ryan Chasting

Date: Tuesday, 10/20/2015 1:10 PM

Subject: Thank you.

Just doing my job, that's all.

Anastasia Steele Personal Assistant of Ryan Chasting.

And I send it. After that, I concentrated on work and the incoming phone calls. It was about five o'clock in the afternoon when the phone rang and when I looked at the ID it was from the reception desk on the floor. Kate.

—Hi Kate, I missed you already, we haven't been able to talk all day.

—Yes, I've been very busy today.

—Yeah, me too, I haven't stopped doing things.

—I'll see you at the apartment. —she said to me when I felt I had a call on hold.

—See you, I have to let you go, I have another call.

—See you tonight. —she said goodbye as I took the other call.

—TecFall, good afternoon.

—Hello Anastasia, I have here at the reception the manager of the Drake Hotel who wants to meet Mr. Chasting, he says it's urgent.

—Make him come up. — I said as I hung up the phone and dialed Mr. Chasting's extension.

—Yes. — his voice continuated devastate me. Every time I heard him talk, my legs were shaking.

Concentrate, Ana. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. I repeated myself over and over again before I answered him.

—Mr. Chasting, the manager of the Drake Hotel is on his way up right now, asked to speak with you, says it's urgent.

The line was silent for a moment.

—All right, send him in as soon as he arrives.

—All right.

—One more thing. — he said pausing. —Did you eat you're sandwich? — I'd fucking forgotten, what I could do, lie to him. I don't think it was right to do that. —I think you're silence is the answer. When Mr. Taylor comes upstairs, bring us two coffees. —And hung up.

I just hope I'm not in trouble just for forgetting to eat my sandwich. I'm not really hungry. How did he know the name of the hotel manager? That's strange. Mr. Taylor came to my desk a few minutes later and greeted me warmly.

—Hello Anastasia, how are you?

—Good, and you.

—Well, now we have a little problem at the hotel.

—What happened?

—Someone tried to hacking our security system. I think we're gonna have to do something about that.

—That's terrible. Come in, Mr. Chasting is waiting for you. —I said as I walked him into the office.

I called to order two coffees, but nobody answered the phone, it must have been the shift change. I got up from my chair and headed for the pantry and made the coffees myself. Mr. Taylor had already drunk the coffee prepared by me on another occasion and he loved it, but I didn't know if Mr. Chasting would like it. I put the two mugs of coffee on a tray and headed for the office. I knocked before I came in, and I put both mugs on the desk before I left quickly.

They had been together for about an hour when the doors of the office opened and they both left. This time Mr. Chasting left without the blazer, only with the white shirt. And I stood by and watched as the shirt adjusted to his body.

Oh God! Why he do that.

—The coffee was delicious Anastasia, just as I remember it, I see you haven't lost your touch. —Mr. Taylor told me smiling, making me come back to reality and take my eyes off Mr. Chasting.

—Thank you. —I replied, smiling back. And I could see Mr. Chasting looking at me curiously.

—Well, don't worry, this week we'll take care of modernizing the security system. —Mr. Chasting said to him as he patted his shoulder.

—I'm not, I know I'm leaving this in good hands.

—I'll walk you to the elevator. —Mr. Chasting said as he pointed the way.

—Good night, Anastasia, good to see you again. —he said as he took one of my hands between his and kissed her.

—Good night. —I answered him as he walked down the aisle to the elevators with Mr. Chasting behind him.

Mr. Chasting returned a few minutes later and stood in front of my desk with his arms folded, making his muscles to score even more under his shirt. I swallowed dry as I stared at him.

—Can I help you, Mr. Chasting? —I asked him curiously when I saw him standing at my desk.

—Ther's two things. The first one, something that caught my attention. Did you make the coffees? — he asked me, squinting.

—Yes. —I answered firmly. —Is there a problem?

—It is not, I really want to congratulate you, I've never tasted anything so delicious. —his words made my body shudder completely, as if it were talking about something completely different.

—Thank you. —I replied as I could feel my cheeks burning. Two compliments in one day. Wau. —And the second thing? —I asked him as he smiled slightly at me without taking his eyes off mine.

He had a radiant, dazzling smile of perfect white teeth that would make anyone lose consciousness.

—You can pick up your things and come with me.

—Excuse me!

—Did you forget what I told you at lunch? Come on, I'm taking you out to dinner.

I was going to answer something but he raised a hand and I closed my mouth instantly.

—I didn't take no for an answer, you must be starving, you only ate a little of the salad at lunch and it's after seven o'clock. —he said as he looked at his watch.

And at that moment I could once again appreciate the cufflinks on his shirt. They were the same ones he wore yesterday, silver with the square center in black, on top now that I'm looking at them better, a phoenix. That's strange.

—Well? —he told me to look away.

And what I could do, refuse. He was just taking me out to dinner. At least I was clear on one thing. He cared about his employees.

—All right, I'll get my things and we'll go.

—Okay, I'll get my jacket. —he said as he walked into his office and I picked up my things by throwing the sandwich in my bag and putting on my coat.

—Come on. —he said to me as he gestured for me to go ahead.