Chapter 5

Ana's days had passed in an enjoyable man-free way but today was Friday the day of the art show, Ana separated her wardrobe into "Slutty as hell, was I drunk when I brought this?" and "I think even my nan wouldn't wear this"

Needless to say she had nothing suitable.

"Kate!" she yelled.

"This better be a crisis like you are choking on a chicken leg or something" Kate shouted back at Ana who then heard heard her walking up the stairs and towards Ana's room.

"Oh a bomb went off in your bedroom, glad you called to let me know" she smirked.

"It's not funny Kate I have nothing to wear" Ana sighed collapsing on her bed on top of a pile of clothes.

"Why are you even going to see grabby hands art work anyway?" Kate laughed.

"José has been my friend since we were little, we used to play together" Ana explained.

"He'd still like to play with you Ana" Kate said.

"Ha Ha. Besides im bored at home, I have to get out, I think I have nearly watched everything on Netflix" Ana sighed.

"Fine but we are finding you something, that covers up your goodies and comes complete with pepper spray" Kate said as she marched into her own room.

She came back with a beautiful red dress, long enough not to be slutty but with a hint of mystery and a splash of cleavage.

Ana was regretting her decision to attend the show before she had even walked in the door. She pushed the door open and was greeted by people everywhere. Professional artist snooty looking people. Even though her dress was pretty she still felt a little under-dressed.

José walked towards her, looking cool and calm in a tight pair of black jeans and a button up white shirt. "Ana" he shouted as he hurried towards her and pulled her into a hug. She hugged back and smiled.

"Not doing too bad for an army brat are you? Looks like your doodles are doing pretty well" she smiled at him indicating at the elderly couple staring at some abstract scribbles that Ana was sure meant something if she had the first clue about Art.

"Get yourself some champagne, I have to go mingle. Go admire my awesome work" he smiled.

Ana smiled at him and turned to walk away as she felt him tap her on her butt. She thought the urge to roll her eyes and carried on walking.

Ana was staring at a painting it was blue and black and somehow looked like a bruise and a flower at the same time. She may have known nothing about art but this was something else.

"You like the painting?"a voice behind her observed.

Ana turned around and smiled at the man behind her, he was stunning. He was tall and his intense grey eyes starred right through her, with his unruly copper hair he managed to make even his fancy black suit and crisp white shirt look casual a very difficult task.

"It's beautiful, its intense and dark" Ana smiled.

"It looks like a bruise" he told her.

"Somewhat but maybe more like a flower, a symbol of love" Ana said turning away from the intimidating man to face the painting.

"It shows a very thin line between love and something else" he said coolly.

"I'm Ana Steele by the way" Ana said turning around to face him.

"Grey. Christian Grey" he said, holding out his hand.

Her face dropped, as she realised.

His face showed straight away that he knew that she knew.

"You replied to my ad" she said slowly.

He nodded.

"You followed me" she said her voice barely a whisper.

"I didn't follow you silly girl. I own this gallery and I'm here on business" he told her.

"You own this gallery" she asked.

"I just said that" he smirked at her."I didn't know you would be here" he added quickly.

"How do you even know what I look like?" Ana asked.

"I guessed by the statue" he laughed.

"What statue, what are you talking about?" Ana asked.

He took her arm, before she even had time to realise he had done it and strode with her about 4 steps to her right.

There on the display case was what looked like the body of a naked woman, well her silhouette anyway, made of metal. Steel to be exact and underneath it there was a plaque that read "For Anastasia Steele my best friend through out it all"

He let go of her arm as if it was on fire. "Plus I heard him call you Ana at the door, oh and then there was that priceless look you just gave me when you looked at me like I was a crazed stalker" he said.

"Sorry" Ana replied.