His car. His car. His FUCKING car! Quicker than she could blink, Anastasia jumped away from the Audi in complete and utter mortification. Why? Why, out of everyone in the damn arena did this SUV have to belong to Christian fucking Grey? The young girl silently began to beg to whatever higher power there was in the universe to open up the ground beneath her and swallow her entirely. She could feel his gray eyes on her, no doubt getting a kick out of her misfortune. Where are you manners, Anastasia, you must apologize? Taking a deep breath, the brunette braced herself to apologize to the alluring man standing in front of her. "I apologize, I just-I assumed." Get it together! "Look, I'm truly sorry for the misunderstanding. I had assumed that you were following me because of something my friend mentioned to me after the ceremony." There, that's all you get, you pompous ass. "Now if you'll excuse me." She moved to walk by the two men but Christian's hand reached out, grabbing her forearm before she could make it past him.

He turned, nodding to the man standing beside him. "Taylor, start the car." Anastasia watched as the clean cut man quickly moved around to the front of the SUV. Of course he would have a driver. Christian released his grip on her. "Now, what were you saying Miss. Steele?"

The young woman took a small step back and then another, needing space between the two of them. This man was unlike anyone she had ever met. She could not seem to wrap her head around what Christian Grey was all about. Yes, he was weak, he had shown it to an entire stadium full of people but he was also very intimidating and that confused the hell out of her. Elena had always taught her that you are either weak or strong but never a combination of the two. It wasn't possible to be strong if you had any form of weakness in your life, but standing across from her was a man that contradicted the older woman's teachings. Christian Grey towered over everyone he encountered, he was striking, every inch of his body oozed dominance and that was why it was so hard for Anastasia to fathom that this was the same man that gave such a gut wrenching speech just hours ago. She made a mental note to discuss her dilemma with Elena, knowing that the older woman would have the answers she was so desperately seeking.

"Are you still with me, Miss. Steele?" If the brunette was not mistaken, there was a hint of irritation in Christian's voice.

"Yes, of course. Please forgive me, what was it that you wished to discuss?" He clenched his jaw, his features darkening causing a shiver to run through her body. Oh my, he seems angry.

"There are many things that I would like to discuss with you, Miss. Steele. Where would you like to begin?"

"You have a list?" She swallowed.

"Oh, yes Miss Steele, I do in fact have a list." He moved toward her and leaned down, his stormy gray eyes locking with her blue. "Shall we go for a cup of coffee and consider your transgressions?" Transgressions? What the hell does he mean by transgressions? Anastasia opened her mouth but closed it when nothing came out, he had rendered her speechless. "Come, Taylor will drive us." Christian wrapped his arm around her waist, turning her body to face the SUV. Who the hell does he think he is? Her mind was screaming at her to push him away but her body had other plans, allowing him to move her inside the comfortable Audi without even the slightest of protest.

Holy hell, how did I let this happen? Once inside, the young woman made sure that she situated her body as far away from Christian's as the vehicle would allow. She even turned her face toward the window in order to minimalize their contact, pretending to watch the scenery as they rode silently toward their destination. What am I going to do? Stupid, stupid, stupid! Elena would murder her when she found out that not only did she leave the college without informing her but that she left with a man, a man that her Aunt would never approve of her seeing in any shape or form. Maybe I can ask him to pull over, then I can walk back to the college and Elena will never know about my grave error in judgement. She turned to ask him just that but stopped the minute she saw him. Oh shit!

Christian's eyes were glazed over, watching her intently. Anastasia felt something building in the depths of her stomach. She bit down on her bottom lip, chewing on it nervously. Was it hot in here? The young girl wanted to tear her eyes away from him but she was fixated on his lips, his bottom lip to be precise and how his right index finger was moving back and forth across it ever so slowly. Oh, to be that finger. The rest of his body was stiff, unreadable, but his eyes were something entirely different. They were glazed over in what she could only decipher as lust. Anastasia felt that strange sensation in her stomach building, spreading a fire throughout her body. Oh my! "Is it hot in here?" A large smile appeared under his finger causing her cheeks to turn a bright red. Stop this, Anastasia! Stop this now! Get out of the car. Get out now before something happens. "Mr. Grey would you, I mean. Could you please pull over, I would like to get out."

"No."

Wait, What? His answer was exactly what she needed to bring her back to her senses. "Excuse me?" His grin widened.

The ass wants to laugh at me! "Miss. Steele, how you amuse me."

What a dickhead! "I'm thrilled that you find me amusing, Mr. Grey but I asked for you to pull over and that is what I meant."

"I heard what you said, Miss. Steele but as you can see we are in the middle of rush hour traffic and there is simply no way that we can pull over. Agreed?" He raised his eyebrow daring her to challenge him. Damn him! Anastasia knew that he was right without even looking outside the window. It seemed she was stuck with the cocky bastard sitting next to her until they reached wherever he was planning on taking her. "Am I making you nervous, Miss. Steele?"

Yes, you make me extremely nervous! "Mr. Grey, you do not intimidate me; that I can promise you."

Christian's body shook with laughter. Anastasia almost found herself laughing with him, almost. "Oh, I think we both know that you're lying, Miss. Steele."

Anastasia stiffened, pulling her arms across her chest. How dare he call me a liar! Okay, so what if he's telling the truth, that still gives him no right to say such a thing out loud! "You are a rude man, Mr. Grey!"

A grinning Christian held his hands up in surrender. "You're absolutely right, Miss. Steele. I am being rude, please accept my sincere apology."

Pft, as if! Sincere apology my ass, his voice is filled with nothing but sarcasm. "Please do not insult my intelligence by feeding me your bullshit, Mr. Grey."

His grey eyes seemed to light up at her words. He did know that I was insulting him, right? "Has anyone ever told you that you have a smart mouth?"

On more than one occasion and I have the scars to prove it but that is NONE of your business. "Frankly my smart mouth is none of your concern." Anastasia's mouth was one of the things that Stephen Morton hated most about her and he would often use a belt buckle on her to remind her to keep her mouth shut. Elena had actually agreed with Stephen's punishment when it came to the young girl's smart mouth, she taught Anastasia that Stephen was only reprimanding her for her defiance and that she should have learned to hold her tongue instead of continuing to provoke him. The older woman had explained to the young girl that it was her fault that her lower back was covered in scars, that if she did not learn to control her tongue, she may encounter something much worse than a belt buckle one day. In order to please her Aunt, Anastasia always did her best to stay quiet but for some unknown reason, Christian Grey seemed to bring out the very worst in her and she could not seem to control what came out of her mouth when being near him.

"Fair point, well made, Miss. Steele, however, I have plans to change that."

What the actual fuck? Anastasia could tell by the look on Christian's face that he meant what he was saying. "And how exactly do you plan on changing things to make what I say and do your business?" The young woman was doing her best to keep her voice steady and even but she knew that it was only a matter of time before her nerves got the best of her.

Christian shifted in his seat, moving his body closer to hers. "I am a business man, Miss. Steele, and I damn good one. I get what I want, and what I want right now is you."

Holy hell, that was hot! Anastasia knew she should find his words revolting but she could not deny that part of her enjoyed what he was saying. "Mr. Grey, you shouldn't say such things, especially things that will NEVER come to pass." God, why did he have to be so good looking!

"I am nothing if not a man of my word, Miss. Steele."

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