Note: Sorry it's late. Really late, but I do have a life and other things to do. It might take a while but I will finish this story.

Anastasia Steele = Miranda Kerr (She is the closest to what I want her to look like, gorgeous, fit, and innocent.)

Christian Grey = Zac Efron (I couldn't think of anyone better. He is handsome, tan, fit, and fits the description.)

Ana:

The night after I officially met Christian, I only have dreamt of him. No nightmares. It's Wednesday and I scroll through all of the text's we have sent each other throughout the week.

You know I don't really do this. – C

Don't do what; kiss random people from the gym? Me either. – A

Yeah, just wanted to make sure you didn't give me a fake number. – C

Good morning, beautiful. – C

Good morning handsome – A

We have had these kinds of conversations throughout the beginning of the week: good morning, what are you doing, good night. Nothing too serious but playful. It's been hard to find all my courage to make these replies. I'm not normally this forward. I prefer to hide with a book, while Kate gets men everyday with one look. I envy her sometimes.

I decide to curl my hair into large soft curls. I add a small amount of makeup: light pink lipstick, mascara, and a little eyeliner. I throw on white lace panties and a white lace push up bra. I run into Kate's room and grab her red 4" heels with a skinny strap around the ankles. They go well with my grey and black herringbone skirt that sits at the bottom of my knees, and the modestly buttoned white blouse. I pair my diamond (fake) earrings with a chunky diamond (fake) necklace. With that I am out the door.

When I get in I learn that Jack is in a good mood for the day, and he has given me assignments to be completed before the end of the day. It's just a few manuscripts to be read and filed, the daily duty's like getting him coffee. Before I know it is 12:30, my lunch break. I walk over to Hyde's door and stick my head in.

"Hey Jack, I'm going on my lunch break now."

"That's fine Ana; you can take an extra half an hour today." That gives me an hour and a half.

I decide to try a restaurant down the street a little way that Claire recommended when I first got the job. They supposedly have the best sandwiches in the city. I am shown to a table in the back and given time to review my menu when I notice movement in the corner of my eye. When I look up I am met with a pair of gray eyes that make me blush. I see him smirk then saunter over to me.

"Do you mind if I join you?" He asks in that sexy baritone voice that tightens something in my stomach.

"Not at all, I'm just on my lunch break." I try to not sound like a teen-age cheerleader. This man can strip me of all my confidence and knowledge in one breath. I barely notice Buzz-Cut sit at a booth next to us, affirming my suspicions of him being a body guard. I order a sandwich and soup while he orders a pasta salad.

"Where do you work?" he asks we once the waiter leaves.

"Seattle Independent Publishing, I am currently an Editors Assistant but my plan is to work my way up from the bottom, then again I have only been there a little over a month." He looks at me with an emotion I don't recognize, almost . . . pride.

"That's very honorable." His smile does things to me.

"Tell me about yourself. Hobbies . . . family?" I say. He looks slightly uncomfortable.

"Well . . . I was adopted when I was four by a pediatrician for my mother and a lawyer as a dad. I have an older brother Elliot and a younger sister Mia. I like to sail, fly and play piano. What about you?" He look relieved to have that over with, I will have to file that for another time.

"Well like you I was adopted, but when I was six. My dad is an ex-marine General; he already had a son Matthew so he became the best brother ever. I also like playing the piano, and other instruments, martial arts, I uhh like doing a lot of things, and I can't really be specific." I say with a shy smile and shrug. We continue to eat when I come up with an idea.

"How about we play 21 questions, we both switch off asking and we both have to answer the question, you can have 3 passes. Deal?" I smile hard waiting for his answer. He just leans back and says,

"Deal, but I start." He removes his suit jacket, rolls up his sleeves. Signaling this is going to be fun. I can see his well cut arms, how can anyone be as sexy as hell as he is? Fucking Greek God.

Christian:

Here I am sitting across from the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I walked in this restaurant to cool down for the incompetent fuckers that didn't do their jobs. Now my day is brightened by bright blue eyes. Ana. When she asks me about my family I hesitate a little, but then realize she really doesn't know who I am. It's refreshing. I learn the she is adopted, has a brother, does a lot of things and her father is a General. When we decide to ask questions, I am a little worried. I couldn't have resisted her smile enough to say no. I didn't even realize she had dimples. I think this might be fun though. I order a coffee and she gets tea before we start. I go first.

"Favorite color?"

"Hmmm Blue."

"Me too." I answer. She ponders a few seconds before asking.

"Favorite food?" She asks, I think she noticed my reluctance and is going to ask easy questions.

"Mac n' cheese, or chocolate cake." I say with a shy smile.

"I don't really have a favorite but you can't go wrong with a burger." Good she likes to eat, not one of those girls that don't eat to keep their figures.

"Weirdest food you have eaten?"

"I have eaten some crazy stuff, so I can't really give an answer." She scrunches up her nose in disgust. It's . . . cute.

"Well once my brother tricked me into eating Rocky Mountain oysters. They are not oysters." Her giggle is the best sound I have ever heard.

"Uhh he made you eat fried bull testicles." She continues laughing till she almost has tears in her eyes. She is really beautiful, the way her cheeks flush, her eyes shine, and how her dimples show when she smiles. Carefree. I finally understand the term breathtaking.

"Middle name, mines Rose?" How appropriate.

"I don't have one." She doesn't push; I guess she understands that it could get lost in the system.

"Favorite book, I don't really have one?"

"I love reading so this is hard, so I will just say British Literature." Uh-oh romantic books, I guess she really does deserve it. I don't do romance though.

"Half full or half empty?"

"Sadly half empty."

"I am usually an optimist, sometimes I'm not but that is rare." I have to admire her for that.

"Longest without sleep?"

"About three days, maybe." I just reply with a same, I don't really pay attention.

"Introvert or extrovert?"

"Introvert."

"Really? For some reason I am surprised you seem so commanding. Same though, I would rather have a book and a cup of tea than going to a club." Now it is her turn to smile shyly.

We end up talking for a long time. For once I feel my age. Smiles and laughter are shared through the time. I learn that she is allergic to lilies, has three tattoos that she won't show me, her dad and brother are her heroes, she likes cars, is afraid of public speaking, her favorite bands are Snow Patrol, Maroon 5, and Arctic Monkeys, though she really likes all music. I also learned that she is not very religious, hates the way the word moist sounds, loves movie nights, and prefers mountains over beaches. It is my turn to ask the next question when her phone lights up.

"Shit." She mutters under her breath. "You are bad for me, lunch hour ended two hours ago." She points her finger at me accusingly, but with a small playful smirk. I stand as she starts to get up. I don't know what came over me when I said what came out of my mouth.

"Have dinner with me Friday." She turns around in shock. Then she smiles shyly as she contemplates something. She slowly walks to me as she says,

"How about I cook for you, I'll even catch you up on some of the best movies, and I'll text you. Thank you, this certainly has been fun." She adds as she gives me a gentle hug and kiss on the cheek. I am too busy relishing in the memory of her touch, the tingle in my cheek where she kissed me, and her feminine smell. Strawberries. I open my eyes in time to see her leaving, and what she is wearing. Oh fuck, now I have a hard on imagining the way her skirt clung to her and how her heels made her legs look a mile long.

I am losing control . . . but damn does it feel good.