A/N: Thanks again for the reviews and follows :-) everything is being slowly put into place for all the drama. Please excuse any mistakes, has been a long day. Enjoy.

WARNING - it's about to get hot in here so be warned, this chapter contains mature content.

I run over to Miss Chalmers. "Are you okay?" her hair is covering her face but I can see a familiar beet red blush staining her cheeks through gaps in her hair. it's the same colour that my cheeks turn when I'm beyond embarrassed, the same colour Christian would have seen when I so clumsily fell through his door.

"Oh my god.. I'm so sorry…. I … I don't…" she stutters

"It's okay, are you hurt." I help her up to her feet and walk her over to the chair, as I do I turn my head back and signal Christian to get out, gosh she'd be even more embarrassed if she new Christian seen it too. He takes my hint and strolls out still suppressing his laughter and shaking his head. De'ja' vu.

"I'm okay Mrs grey, just very embarrassed." She finally brushes her hair from her face and lifts her head to met mine - I am staring into emerald green eyes. She has porcelain skin a few scattered freckles and veil of lush dark hair. She's quite stunning. For some reason I feel uncomfortable thinking of how pleased I am to have booted Christian out. I shake my head to pull myself together. I drag myself away to the door to pick up the papers she has dropped and take them back over to her.

"Thank you Mrs Grey, once again I do apologise for such a 'dramatic' entry."

"No need to apologise, please, if anyone knows clumsy it's me." I let out a little giggle and see her relax a little.

"I'm sorry, I hope I didn't interrupt anything, I thought for a second I saw someone else in here just before I stumbled in." she bows her head and starts playing with her fingers. She looks nervous and almost scared. It makes me a little uneasy.

"No, you didn't interrupt anything, it's fine." Why don't I want to tell her it was my husband in here? Is it because she's brunette, fair skinned with killer eyes and reminds me too much of Christians former taste in subs? God Ana, stop being so stupid, your probably just still wound up about Leila, that's all. I have to shake this, she doesn't deserve to bare the brunt of my bad day.

"So Miss Chalmers.."

"Please, call me Jessica." she politely interrupts.

"Okay Jessica, tell me, why did you chose to apply at Grey Publishing?" I manage to pull off a gracious smile and settle in my seat eager to listen.

I listen as Jessica tells me all about herself, her love of books - especially British Literature. She tells me she chose Grey Publishing because we are small publishing house and seemed to take on more 'quirky' authors and that was more her style. She liked that we look outside the cliché' love/drama / sci-fi stuff and weren't afraid to take on taboo type subjects. I am a little taken back, she sounds just like me, heck, turn her eyes to blue and you'd have yourself an Ana clone. I know she'd fit in perfectly here. She is educated, well read, has passion and drive - but why can't I shake this weird feeling. I know I can't hold her looks against her, if she had been a short haired red head I wouldn't have cared, it was only because Leila was playing on my mind. I decide it best to ask her for a copy of her resume' to read over - which she gladly gives me. I take it from her and give it a quick flick through. A photo printed in black and white on the page with all her personal details catches my eye. It is not the standard passport type photo I see in resumes' , it a personal photo of her smiling, she is holding a young boy who looks around Teddy's age.

"Your son?" I question

"Yes, his name is Caleb."

"He's handsome." I smile up at her. "He looks about the same age as my Teddy."

"You have a son?" she asks

"Yes." I reply puzzled. Surely she knew this, it's well publicized.

"Mrs Grey, I am a single mother, I hope that won't influence your decision about hiring me, I have childcare organised, it won't be a problem."

"Gosh, no not at all, I hope I didn't say anything that would make you think that? I love children, and as a mother myself I know that sometimes us mom's - as much as we love our children- also love to work." I give her a sympathetic smile hoping I re-assured her doubts. She returns my smile. "Well it was such a pleasure to meet you Jessica. I will look over you resume' again and get back in touch with you. I assume that all of your contact details are in here?" I hold up her resume'.

"Yes Mrs grey, my cell phone number and email address are both in there."

"Great, well it will probably be a few days before you hear from me as I'm taking a few days off, but I will be in touch." I stand up to shake her hand then see her out of my office and into reception. I give her a polite wave goodbye before heading over to Claire and Hannah.

"She seemed nice." Hannah comments.

"Yes, I think she'd fit in well here." I murmur vacantly, my head is elsewhere. I still have thoughts of Leila floating around, the intimate photos of the subs, Jose', piercing green eyes and Christian's delicious torture in my office. Fifty, I need my fifty, I quite worked up, he'll make it all better.

"Hannah, I'm going to join Mr Grey in the board room, will you see that we are un-interrupted for the rest of the afternoon please."

"Of course Mrs Grey."

I turn on my heel and head towards the board room almost running, I am suddenly desperate to feel my husbands arms around me. I am met by a worried looking Christian standing in the doorway of the large board room. "I'm sorry baby, I should never have left you, I should have been with you when you left your office." his face is genuine, a hint of fear shining through those beautiful grey eyes.

"I'm fine Christian, no ex-subs lurking in reception." I can't help but wonder why he'd think there would be danger here? Leila doesn't know that we are aware of their plan yet. I decide that he's probably just on edge today much like me. I smirk to myself, my mood changing rapidly. I know how to fix that!. My inner goddess jumps up and down with glee, we are going to obliterate Christian's tension - the best way we know how and she's licking her lips in anticipation - we are going to finish what he started.

"Your up to something Ana, it's written all over your face." Christians chin is rested on his hand, his thumb running back and forth over his bottom lip, the fear I saw a minute ago has faded - replaced with curiosity.

"You know, a while ago a very, very sexy CEO told me that curiosity killed the cat." I stalk closer to him, my lips nearly touching his. I bite my bottom lip seductively, we are so close I can feel the warmth leave the air as he inhales sharply.

"Mmm" he moans pulling me into his hips. "I've heard about him, the one whose wife has a smart mouth, delectable tits, and a very alluring ass." on cue he smacks my ass, jolting me into his tightening groin.

"Well I've heard she's quite particular about business herself, doesn't like to leave un-finished business ' hanging' if you will."

"Oh Mrs Grey, I think you know when she's around, nothing hangs." he smirks

I can't help but giggle. I place my hands on his chest and push him backwards with enough force to make him shaky on his feet, but not enough to send him falling. He looks at me stunned but amused.

"Quite feisty too, perhaps her husband needs to spank her into line." he's grins. I turn and shut the board room door, flick the lock and stroll over to the large mahogany table which he is now leaning up against. "Oh I don't believe it's a spanking she needs, just a good hard fuck." I whisper the last word, emphasizing the K.

"There goes that smart mouth." he mutters shaking his head

I slide my hands up his abdomen to his chest, effectively pulling his shirt up from his pants then begin my descent slowly undoing one button at a time, my finger skimming his skin on the way down. A soft groan escapes his throat before his lips hit mine - hard. He's kissing me passionately. Forcefully. His warm velvety tongue massaging mine as he reaches behind me and slides my zipper down the length of my back. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he sweeps my dress down and with a gentle tug at the hem lets it fall to the floor to pool around my feet. Reaching up I drape my arms around his neck and weave my fingers through his silky copper waves -pulling my legs up to hug his waist. We are lip locked and moaning as his skilled fingers unclasps my bra. He drops my backside on the edge of the conference table then yanks my bra from my arms and flings it over his head - it hit's the door and falls to the floor.

"God you're beautiful." he whispers into my ear before leaning down and drawing my left nipple into his mouth. He sucks softly and draws burning circles with the tip of his tongue. My insides clench violently in response. I bite my lip to prevent the loud moan wanting to escape my heaving chest. He grabs my other nipple with his fingers and tugs gently then slowly rolls it between his thumb and index finger. "Fuck." I gasp, wiggling my hips, hoping for some friction against the table. The frenzied fire between my legs turning into a raging inferno.

"Feel good baby?" he whispers seductively against my breast.

"Christian." is about all I can manage between pants. My breathing irregular, and loud.

My fingers are shaking as I scramble to un-do his pants button and slide his zip down. I lift my legs to his waist and using my feet I push his pants down as he removes his shirt completely. We stare into each others eyes for a moment admiring and wanting, letting blue and gray do all the talking. Christian breaks our word-less conversation as he reaches for my hair and pulls my head back- lifting my chin and bringing his lips back to mine. He places his other hand on my knee and pushes it outward, effectively exposing my sex. I bite my lip again as his fingers enter the inferno that is still raging, sliding in and out, in and out, around and around adding more and more fuel. My insides are trembling, my arms shaky as I build and build.

"Christian, no." I whimper, "I want you inside me."

Without saying a word he wraps my legs around his waist, lifts me off the table, and takes us to the L shaped cream leather suite in the corner of the room. He sits right in the corner and positions my knees so that I am straddling him. I shuffle back a bit giving him room to pull his Calvin Klein's down a little - letting himself spring free. I lick my lips at the sight of him.

"Go for it baby, it's all yours." he grins deliciously.

I shuffle forward and lift myself slightly to position myself over him. Grabbing my hips he slams me down. "Oh god!" I moan, throwing my head back. With his hands still firmly digging into my hips he lifts me slowly and slams me down again, then repeats it again and again and again, my hips bucking forward in response each time. Our rhythms perfectly synchronized. I am building fast, my skin tingling everywhere, the fire is spreading fast to every inch of my body.

"Come on baby," he growls through clenched teeth, "give it to me."

We start moving faster, harder, faster then…. I grab his hair and force my mouth violently on his, stifling my scream as I explode gloriously around him, he follows suit only seconds later.

I drape myself over his chest, we are silent as we steady our breathing.

"I need to visit your office more often." he jokes pulling my head up to his and planting a delicate kiss on the tip of my nose.

After a few minutes I pull myself off of him and we pick up our trail of clothing, dressing as we go.

"I do believe that this was another first for us Mrs Grey." he chuckles. "You've never let me have my way with you at work, your standards are slipping."

"I believe you are correct Mr Grey, I look forward to receiving a new charm for my bracelet." I wink

"This could be quite difficult to represent, but I'll see what I can come up with." he smirks.

Back at my office I notice a brown paper bag from the deli sitting in the middle of my desk. My lunch. I reach over and open the bag, there are 2 six inch subs inside. Smoked chicken with camembert and cranberry sauce. My new favourite. "Hungry?" I offer one to Christian.

"No baby, I'm good." he's busying himself in front of his Mac Book. I sit down, sub in hand and retrieve my blackberry from the top drawer of my desk.

There are a dozen work emails - nothing too important, and 2 texts. I open the first.

* Friday? Mall? Mia* Oh crap, I forget to text Mia back last night after I called Jose'. I hit reply.

*Sure, will phone you tonight. Ana.*

The second text is from a number I don't recognise.

*It was lovely to meet you Mrs Grey, I look forward to hearing from you, Jessica. *

"Huh?" I grunt. That's odd, I don't remember giving her my number? Perhaps I gave her my card, I just don't remember because of all the muddle in my head at the time. I take a bite from my sub before replying.

*Lovely to meet you too, will be in touch soon. A. Grey*

"Everything okay baby?" Christian has packed away his Mac and his head is now resting on my shoulder.

"Yeah everythings okay, just been a weird day that's all."

"Lets get you home then, I already checked with Hannah, you have nothing else on."

"Okay, just let me grab some things."

I gather together some manuscripts that need reading, Miss Chalmers resume', my Mac book and phone then look around for my briefcase. "Crap." I murmur. "I've left my briefcase in the back of the car, can I put these in your bag babe?" Christian takes my things and slips them into his satchel, takes my hand in his and leads me out of the office.

I'm going home to have a hot bath, a cup of tea, and spend some time relaxing with my darling babies.