Sorry guys for not updating. Holidays are crazy since I have two jobs and they are both for a clothing store. Okay so this chapter was actually supposed to have Christian's POV at the end and I'm working on limited time. So I will be updating this chapter, and no... This is not the end to their date.

The characters don't belong to me, I'm just having some fun with them.

Anastasia

Looking out the window of Christian's car, I'm mentally kicking myself.

This is stupid, for it's not just his fault, but mine as well. I could've stopped him, but I didn't, I just couldn't. So why am I acting this way towards him?

Maybe I should give it a try and see where this goes, but is it worth it?

What am I thinking, he's not interested in me, he's more interested in having sex.

Closing my eyes, the conversation with Luke earlier, comes to mind

"Ana what happened?" Luke asked as he drove us back home after the luncheon at Grace's home.

"What are you talking about?" I asked as my sight was glued to the passenger side window as all of downtown Seattle blurred with the on going traffic.

"You were completely out of it. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, Luke I'm fine." There was no way I was telling Luke what happened between Christian and myself, while I was upstairs using the bathroom.

"You know I think Christian likes you." My head snaps in the direction of Luke.

"What?" I asked as my mouth fell open and my eyes widen.

Taking a quick glance in my direction he smirks, "I could tell he was furious, when he saw me there."

"Luke..."

"I just made an observation, that's all Ana." Quickly raising his right hand off of the steering wheel, in a show of surrender, I scoff and turn my direction back to the passenger window.

"You don't know what you're talking about Luke."

"You're right I don't know," I turn my head towards Luke, "But you do." He smiles.

"Ana, we're here." Christian sultry voice stirs me from my thoughts.

My brows furrow as I take in my surroundings.

"Where are we exactly?" I ask Christian, who has a small playful smile on his lips.

"I want to show you something." He responds.

I catch a glimpse of Taylor's eyes through the rearview mirror and I don't know if its my imagination, or if I'm dreaming, because I see a gleam of joy in his eyes.

"Please trust me, Ana?" Christian speaks again.

Turning back towards Christian I mindlessly reach out to grab his extended hand, pulling me out of the car when I do.

"Christian, why are we standing outside SIP at night?" I ask with confusion.

"I want to show you something I think you'd appreciate and you could also give me your honest opinion about." He says as Taylor and Luke step out of the car and begin to walk ahead of us.

Taking the elevator up to the 18th floor, we four step out when it arrives.

"Sir, we'll be in the security room." Taylor announces as he and Luke, begin to walk towards, what I assume is the security room at the end of the hallway.

Luke senses my small panic and turns around sending me an encouraging wink as he follows behind Taylor.

"Ana, I want to apologize for the way I behaved at my mother's home. I... I..." He sighs as his hands run through his hair.

I love the way his soft hair looks more tussled, than it usually does, when he does so. Pay attention Ana!

"Why are you smiling?" He asks taking notice of the smile that's formed on my lips.

"No reason in particular." I answer quickly averting my eyes towards the lobby, where we're standing. Jeez Ana, way to play it off smoothly.

"Ana..." He gently places his index and middle finger under my chin, making me face him again.

The confusion I felt throughout today vanishes, when I see his eyes hold so much guilt and pain.

Why is he torturing himself so much?

"Christian, stop apologising," I say, while rolling my eyes, hoping he'd stop feeling so guilty, and he'd become his usual self. "I should be apologizing, since I'm the one who's been giving you the cold shoulder, instead of talking to you."

Shaking my head gently, I continue, "I shouldn't have acted the way I did, I was just confused, and..." My rambling is stopped, when I feel Christian's lips against mine.

They are as soft as I remember and my heart picks up its beat.

"Can we both just agree to accept each other's apology, and leave it at that?" He asks placing another smooth kiss on my lips.

"Yeah, we can do that." I say with a small smile.

"Does that mean you're not mad at me anymore?" He asks as his eyes take a sad look. Oh Christian!

"Christian, I wasn't mad, I was shocked that's all." I say truthfully as his eyes scan my eyes to see if I'm lying.

To be honest I am mad. I am angry, but at me. I could've stopped him and told him no, but the way he was acting took me by surprise.

Giving up, he nods his head in acceptance. "Come. I want to show you something and then we can eat." He says pulling my hand towards an office door.

My mouth hangs open as my eyes spot the back wall of the conference room. It's literally covered by the covers of the books SIP has published in the last month.

Shaking my head lightly I giggle in disbelief, "I actually haven't had the chance to see inside this room, since Leonard and I would meet in his office. Kate's going to flip once I tell her it's not a myth." I laugh hysterically.

"I can honestly say, if Leonard would've, I would have had a major foot to mouth malfunction, causing me to offer more than what this publishing house was worth." I ramble on as my sight takes in over hundreds of published book covers that are perfectly placed on display for everyone to see.

"Are you going to take it down?" I ask Christian who's standing next to me.

"To be honest, yeah I planned on it." Why would he want to do that? I turn my eyesight back to the beautiful display of such hard work.

"Don't," I say cutting him short, "This is SIP's hard work on display for everyone to see." I voice my thought.

His brows furrow not understanding what I'm saying. With a sigh I tell him, "Imagine, if you saw all your mergers and acquisitions you achieved in one month on display. What would you feel, or think?"

A cocky smile spreads across his beautiful face. I could only imagine what his thoughts are. He is only the third richest person in the United States, only because he's into mergers and acquisitions and has a mind for success.

Rolling my eyes, I continue, "You would be proud of what you accomplished, achieved. And when someone, you'd want to work with saw all your achievements on display, they would have no reason why not to sign."

He slightly tilts his head, eyeing me carefully, "Should I just leave it?"

"Yes," I answer truthfully, "It's great for business as well as making the teams feel appreciated for their hard work."

"Teams?" He asks as he takes a seat in one of the chairs from the conference room.

"Yes." I say as I lean my hip on the conference table, and fold my arms under my chest. "The way I see a publishing company is very simple. For example, you have different departments, each department has a leader, and each leader has to know what's going on. If a leader makes a mistake, the entire department makes the same mistake. I refer to my heads of department as 'leaders'." I shrug my shoulders as if its the easiest thing to explain.

"But you called them a team?" He asks once again.

Cocking my eyebrow I speak, "I'm just giving you my business sense, aren't I?" A wide smile forms on his face, which causes me to laugh.

"To be honest Ana, I don't know shit about publishing." He says leaning back into the chair.

"So why did you decide to buy the company, knowing publishing is not your cup of tea?"

"I saw a company that was selling, who currently employs over 500 people. If I didn't purchase the company, someone else with bad intentions could've destroyed it." He shrugs, "It was easy for me. I may not know how to run a publishing company, but if I sat and did nothing, those 500 plus employees could've been terminated by someone whose intentions were to sell and brake the publishing company apart."

"So you just hire someone who knows what they're doing?" I ask as I turn around to face him.

"Pretty much."

Looking at the man who's sitting in front of me, I feel as if this is the first time I've met him. Sadly enough, this is the first time I actually see him.

My entire outlook of Christian has changed in a matter of minutes and I'm amazed of who this man really is. He is a man with a good heart. He bought a business, he knows nothing about, because he was afraid for those 500 plus employees who could have possibly lost their jobs.

"Let's go eat." He says standing quickly, startling me.

"Where are we going?" I ask as he links his arm with mine and pulls me along beside him.

"You'll see." He smiles towards me, and I'm surprised to see Taylor and Luke standing aside the elevator with small smiles on their faces.

I smile back at them, before I quickly look down to see my arm is still linked with Christian's as we wait for the elevator to open.

I can feel his gray gaze look at what has captured my attention and he gives my arm a small squeeze.

Letting go of my arm, he places his hand on my lower back as he gently guides me out of SIP, only stopping briefly to thank the security guards in the building.

"Taylor."

"Yes Sir." He answers as Christian and I slide in the backseat.

"Christian where are we going?" I ask once more.

"I've heard of this restaurant I've been wanting to try out, it's named Canlis." He says and my mouth drops open.

"Are you fucken kidding me? I love it there." I say with a three year old's excitement, causing Luke and Taylor to chuckle of my use of profanity, while Christian wears an amused look.

"What? I do." I say innocently, shrugging my shoulders.

"You know you never stop to amaze me Ana." Christian says as he stares at me. I can feel my face heat up under his gaze, so I turn my face towards the window so he can't see.

Fifteen minutes later we arrive and are shown to our table by the hostess, who sways her hips provocatively as she walks in front of me while Christian walks behind me.

"Your waiter will be with you momentarily." She says as she fans her eyelashes towards Christian. Much to my amusement he thanks her but doesn't respond to the obvious fact she was throwing herself at him.

"What?" He asks as he stares at me as if he's trying to get inside my head.

"Nothing." I feign innocence.

Lifting an eyebrow, as to let me know he knows better, I roll my eyes and decide to tell him.

"You didn't react."

"I've gotten used to it," he says with a small smile, "It always happens no matter who's with me, but it's worse when my dad and brother are accompanying me." He shakes his head as if he's trying to get rid of a disgusted memory, which causes me to laugh.

"You should laugh more often. It suits you." He gives me his megawatt smile and on cue I blush, causing him to laugh on my account.

"You should laugh more often." I counter and he smirks.

"Touché."

Once the waiter arrives Christian orders a bottle of Pinot Noir.

"What?" I ask as he eyes me over the rim of his wine glass.

"Nothing." He smiles and I blush.

We've been having a nice friendly conversation over the two course meal and I've come to enjoy myself.

See, he's not so bad. Maybe rough around the edges, but he does have a great heart.

"Is the salmon any good?" He asks as he attempts to take a piece off my plate, only for his hand to be swatted away by mine.

"Christian!" I scold playfully and he tosses his head back laughing.

"I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about, since you seem to be enjoying your dinner." He jokes, winking at me.

Oh god this man...

"What are you trying to say? " I joke back with him only for this silly game to continue throughout dinner.

As we're enjoying our dinner and jovial conversation, everything else is forgotten. There is no awkwardness, no guilt, no confusion. All there is, is Christian and I enjoying each others company over dinner.