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.

The manager of the Hyatt arrived at 5:00 PM, I dropped him off at Mr. Chasting's office and called for some coffee and snacks.

The warning of a new e-mail made me look quickly at the computer hoping that it was Christian.

But no, it was Kate's.

From: Kate Kavanagh

To: Anastasia Steele

Date: Thursday, 10/22/2015 5:27 PM

Subject: Plans.

Don't wait up for me, I'm going out with Elliot. I'll tell you when I get back...if I get back.

Kate.

I think I was gonna sleep alone in the apartment tonight.

From: Anastasia Steele

To: Kate Kavanagh

Date: Thursday, 22/10/2015 5:29 PM

Subject: Have fun.

Enjoy your exit.

Ana.

The clock struck 6:30 PM. The meeting wasn't over yet so I got up and went to get a coffee and a snack from the machine in the hall. When I got back, Mr. Williams was leaving the office.

—Good night, Miss Steele.

—Good night. —I answered him as the phone rang and I got lost in the hallway.

—Yes Mr. Chasting. —I answered when I saw the screen.

—Come to the office, please. —he said hanging up the phone.

I opened the door of his office and he gestured for me to sit in front of him. He had taken off his jacket and was lying at his desk.

—Mr. Williams needs an upgrade of his entire hotel security system. As far as I've been informed, they had problems with his current system. —he said as he walked around the office and I took notes.

—Yes, I understand it's already obsolete. —at least it is for him, he didn't even have two years installed.

—Exactly. He asked me to send him a selection of the best in security systems to see if is interested.

—Is going to do a general installation?

—Yes, I'll need this as soon as possible.

—Yes, Mr. Chasting, I'll get right on it. —I replied as I got out of the chair.

—How about first thing in the morning. —he said as he looked at his watch. It's time for us to leave. —Mr. Chasting went to his chair. —Pick up your things. —he told me as he put on his jacket and I left the office.

I took my bag and kept the box with the dress in it, which was not too big but stood out a little bit in this one.

—Ready? —he asked me as I nodded my head. —Come on then. —he told me pointing to go ahead.

When I got to the elevator I pressed the button and the doors opened immediately. We went in and I pressed PB as I lay on the wall. Mr. Chasting was lying on the opposite wall. Looking at me. And I stared at him, wondering what he was thinking.

—Do you know why I'm lying on this wall? —he asked me staring at me.

And I don't know why I got the impression that I wasn't going to like the answer I was going to get.

—I don't know. —I replied insecurely and nervously as I felt a lump forming in my throat and hundreds of butterflies began to flutter in my stomach.

—Because I know that if I come near you one more time, I won't be able to control myself.

—Control yourself? —the question came from my lips without even noticing it.

—Yes Anastasia, control me. —I think it would be best if I didn't open my mouth anymore.

The way his tongue caressed my name had made me tremble completely. The butterflies were now fluttering more than before and I felt that my legs would not support my weight. I put my glasses in place and put a lock of hair behind my ear. I was nervous, very nervous.

I knew what he'd do next. I had read it in many novels and seen it in hundreds of movies. He would corner me against the wall of the elevator and as he placed a hand on my neck, he would bring his lips closer to mine and kiss me passionately until he knocked me out.

But instead, he slowly approached me and stopped in front of me.

His imposing stature eclipsing mine. I had to look up to look him in the eyes. And it was a mistake to do so, because when I saw myself reflected in the intense blue of his eyes I felt that I was going to faint at any moment and he would have to lift me up from the ground in his arms...once again.

—I have to control myself from stroking your hair... —he said as he placed another strand behind my ear. — ...your face... — his hand slid down my cheek slowly. It was soft and warm. My heart was beating wildly in my chest as I tried to control my erratic breathing. —...your lips... he continued as his fingers went around the contours of my mouth.

I closed my eyes as his touch sent hundreds of shocks all over my skin and the heat accumulated much more intensely between my legs, exciting me more and more with his caresses, wishing he would kiss me, undress me and possess me right there, and once and for all end that sweet torture.

But nothing happened, I opened my eyes and Mr. Chasting stared at me.

—Aren't you going to kiss me? —I asked him boldly, squinting.

He smiled lewdly at me. The bastard knew what he had just done to me with his expert touch.

—I want to warn you first.

—Warn me? —I inquired curiously.

—I'll be honest with you, Anastasia, if I kiss you, I'll want to sleep with you. But I don't sleep with the same woman more than once. I'm not interested in romance, or a relationship. —I couldn't believe what he was telling me. What planet was a person from who wasn't interested in a relationship? —Then I ask you. Do you want to sleep with me?

Do I want to sleep with him? He didn't even have to ask that, who wouldn't want to. But not on those terms. I didn't want to be somebody's toy again. I also knew that if I slept with him once, I would want to do it again. Not to mention break my oath not to date anyone who works with me. Although if he wanted a relationship, I'd be willing to break my oath.

God, what a mess.

I wish it...I wish it...I wish it...

Every pore of my body screams it out to me.

Who am I kidding, I'm needed, I need a real man to warm my bed, not like the one at the end of the second drawer of my nightstand, which is battery-powered.

Yes, we are in the 21st century, I have a dildo, who does not, any woman who respects herself should have one.

But I'm not going to succumb to his offer. At least not at the moment.

—I'm sorry, Mr. Chasting, but I think you've got me all wrong. I'm interested in romance. I can't sleep with you no matter how much I'm attracted to you, unless you're interested in having a relationship with me. —I told him as I felt my heart racing out of my chest.

That's when I remembered Christian, he was interested in romance. He had shown it to myself with the rose and the dress. A relationship with him was more real than the one Mr. Chasting was offering me. Maybe if Christian didn't exist, I wouldn't think twice about it and sleep with my hot, sexy boss even for one night.

No, I don't think I'd put my feelings and my heart on the line just for a one-night stand.

—Are you attracted to me? —he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Me and my big mouth. I never learn to be quiet.

—Forget what I said. —at that moment the elevator doors opened and I got out of there quickly.

I could feel his steady, secure footsteps on the marble as he followed me outside. I got to my car and he pulled his hand to turn me around.

—You know, I have a strong power of persuasion. —he said to me as he smiled slightly, stepping forward and pushing me back until I was stuck to my car.

He put his hands on both sides of my car, cornering me with his imposing body and intense gaze. At that moment I felt helpless. And for a moment I thought again about his offer.

No, I don't think it would be best.

—I don't doubt it. I don't even want to think how many women have been through your bed. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go. Good night. — I told him as I took one of his arms off and walked out of there to get in the car.

—You don't know me, Anastasia, but in just over a week I'm going to have you in my bed. —he was very sure of himself.

God, how insistent he was.

—Good night, Mr. Chasting. —I told him as I got into my car, leaving him standing on the sidewalk.

I had to be strong, I couldn't let go. I'd have to concentrate on my work and forget about him. I wasn't going to fall for his stupid game. I knew he was gonna do everything he could to get me to sleep with him. But as much as I wanted to, I was still not ready to be disappointed and heartbroken once again.