A/N - Apologies for taking such a long time to update. I lost everything on my computer and had to start from scratch. Thanks in advance to everyone who reviews and follows it is much appreciated.
It is 2 pm when Taylor parks the car in front of Grey Publishing. Christian drags his feet behind me as we walk up to reception - his gray eyes focused solely on his blackberry nestled in his long fingers. I can tell by his expression he's not entirely happy with whatever it is that he's reading and am not surprised when he doesn't follow me through the door. I on the other hand am not entirely happy with the scene that greets me behind the polished imported kauri reception desk. It would seem a few of the females I employ took my absence as a green light to gossip animatedly over coffee. Hannah - my PA, jumps to her feet first looking embarrassed and slightly flustered. Must have been quite a conversation they were having! "Mrs Grey." she coughs loudly, alerting Claire and the others who still had their backs turned giggling like school girls to my presence. At once they all jolt to their feet and turn to face me wide-eyed. Right on cue Mr Greek god himself, my husband finally walks in and shoots me a "am I missing something here?" look.
"Mr Grey." Hannah chimes. "can I get you anything?"
What the FUCK Hannah, you work for me! I Didn't hear you offer to get me anything!
"We are fine Hannah," I snap. I look behind me to Christian who is once again burning a hole into his blackberry screen. I wonder for a second if it has anything to do with Leila which immediately drops my mood even lower. "Hannah, Christian will be working from here for the rest of the afternoon, please make sure that he is not disturbed. Do I have any messages?"
"Yes Mrs Grey." and she lowers her hand to pick up a small pile of notes and a few envelopes. I walk forward to take them from her hand, as I do I notice the picture that had been left open on the computer - where the girls had been talking. It was one of Christian shirtless on 'The Grace' last weekend. We had spent the day lounging on the water with Elliot and Kate while Grace and Carrick had spent the day spoiling their grandchildren. It was the first photo ever published of Christian shirtless, so I'm guessing the paparazzi who managed to snap it has a significantly larger bank balance now. I had to laugh silently in my head, if he wasn't my husband I know I would no doubt have drooled a bit over it too, heck he is my husband and I drooled over it - he is in mighty fine shape. My lower abdomen tingles just thinking about running my hands over my husbands chest, down his perfectly sculpted… Snap out of it Ana! I am brought back to earth by my husbands voice.
"Hannah, could you please order some lunch to be delivered to my wife once her interview is complete, and I'd like a latte, skim with a half shot of hazelnut…. Ana baby do you want a coffee?.. tea?" he stops. I shake my head no. "Just the latte thanks Hannah you can bring it in with my wife's lunch."
"Yes sir." Hannah blushes from his eye contact. One of the other girls, a temp I think is still wide eyed, only now her mouth is gaping and her eyelashes are batting furiously.
Oh for fucks sakes. Honestly I know he's good looking but I'm the boss, I'm his wife and I'm still standing HERE! God I'm in a bad mood..
I don't know if it was the revelations of this afternoon or seeing my staff ogle my delicious husband but I do know that right now I just feel like losing myself with Christian and forgetting about everything.
" I will be in my office, please don't disturb me until Miss Chalmers arrives." I turn and almost stomp to my office like a child who hasn't got their way and shut the door loudly behind me. I stalk over to my chair and sink into the black leather. I need to relax before my meeting.
I look up as the door creaks open slowly, Christian walks in rather cautiously. "Something wrong Mrs Grey?" he asks innocently as he shuts the door behind him.
"It's sickening watching my staff swoon over you." I pout. Christian bursts into laughter.
"What!" I hiss.
"Oh. Mrs. Grey…" he drops his satchel and strolls over to me, his eyes burning with desire. "you are so fucking hot when you're jealous." The tingling in my stomach ignites again as his fingers trail down the side of my face coming to rest at my chin. Gently tilting my chin to the side he exposes my neck and delicately sweeps my hair back mapping a trail of feathery kisses from my earlobe down to my now heaving shoulders. I throw my head back and try to steady my breathing "Christian not….."
"Ssshh baby." he whispers as his tongue burns a line back up to my ear. He drops to his knees in front of me, his hands leave my face and find my calves, his strong fingers massaging their way up to my thighs leaving a delicious sensation in their wake. He kneads my thighs, slowly, achingly…"Christian." I pant incoherently "what are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" he smirks up at me. "Stand up." he demands. I do as I'm told immediately, his eyes piercing through mine. Pushing me up against my desk his hands find my thighs again, resuming his sensual torture.
"Christian, I have a meeting." I gulp. He's not listening, he's on his knees again and his head disappears up my dress. I gasp as he nibbles at my lacy white thong, his teeth tugging at the delicate piece of fabric. "Fuck." I groan as I feel the slick wetness of his tongue through the lace. I lower my hands to the desk to hold myself up. His fingers find the top of my thong and yank it swiftly down to my ankles.
"Feet." he orders. I lift my feet one by one so he can remove the lace from around my ankles. Grinning he twirls the lace around on the tip of his finger before kissing it and tucking it into his pants pocket.
Slowly he pushes my dress to sit above my hips and then thrusts a finger into my moist sex. "Aaaaa." I groan titling my head back as all the blood rushes down to the burning ache between my legs. A muffled groan escapes Christian's throat. He withdraws his finger suddenly then in contrast runs it leisurely down my thin strip of hair . "mmm" he sighs, "this will have to wait." he leans in to kiss the spot that his finger just cruelly abandoned. I stand stunned as I watch Christian tug my dress down then rise to his feet and walk to his satchel to retrieve his Mac Book.
"Jesus Christian! Sometimes you just…" I stop to take a breath, he has me so worked up. "GAH!, just so infuriating." I mumble.
He opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by my office phone ringing.
"YES!" I snap, still trying to recover from my husbands teasing.
"Mrs Grey, Miss Chalmers has arrived." Claire haltingly stutters through the phone.
"Thank you Claire, give me minute."
"Christian, my 2.30 is here, the board room is empty this afternoon if you wish to take your work up there? I'm sure Hannah would be more than happy to show you the way." A sarcastic smile creeps onto my face.
"Oh baby." he grins. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Like hell, you'll intimidate the poor girl." I growl.
"I'll behave baby, I promise."
"Grrrrrr" I raise my hands in frustration. Christian grins smugly and starts moving things around on my desk to make room for his Mac book.
"Christian. OUT!" I stomp my foot and point at the door. There, that'll show him who's boss. He will have to play by my rules while we are here.
"Geez Ana, keep your panties on." he whoops with laughter.
"You know dam well where my panties are Christian, now scoot."
I pick up my phone and buzz through to reception.
"Mrs Grey."
"I'm ready for Miss Chalmers Claire, you can send her through."
"Will do."
Christian has scooped up his Mac Book, slung his satchel over his shoulder and is standing behind me twirling my lace thong on the tip of his finger again. "You don't want to put these on?"
"Christian." I gasp. "Put those away now." knowing full well that Miss Chalmers will be walking through the door any second
"Just asking." he holds his hand up defensively.
We are both startled by a head full of rich brunette tripping face first into my office.
Christian looks straight to me - suppressing his laughter.
He's seen this once before.