* I'm so sorry for not uploading in a while. I hope you'll forgive me and enjoy the next chapter. But before you start I'd like to answer some questions. Nina's story will be reviled eventually, everything from her parents and ex- fiancé to how she got to earn so much money in such a young age and why she's living in the US and not England. Also, a lot of you ask like me to do a Nina POV chapter. I never thought about it, but I might do it towards the end. This fanfiction does have an end, and I am thinking of doing a sequel to this. But one step at a time, and I hope you'll enjoy chapter 8.*

"This is really good! Where do I sign?" Mr. Mitchell says enthusiastically.

This presentation Nina and I are giving Mr. Mitchell right now is what we've worked on for the last week. He keeps jabbering about how we outdone our self's, and that it's always a pleasure to do business with GEH and a load of other sucking up shit that I already know. Meanwhile, Nina and I just smile politely and occasionally nod, sitting next to each other in front of Mr. Mitchell- professionally, stiffly and uncomfortably.

This week could have been less awkward if Nina and I wouldn't have had to work on all our accounts as equal- which means we work almost all day every day next to one another.

That Monday when we came back to work after a beautiful Sunday full of sexing around, was the most awkward day of my life. Even though Nina called me Mr. Grey first thing Monday morning- bringing our relationship back to Mr. and Ms.- it didn't last two hours. Thank god. So we came back to first name's base.

The day after, we had a lunch meeting -with the COO of a small company here in Seattle- at a burger restaurant. And without even thinking about it, I ordered her meal based on what she ordered that Sunday when we had take out of burgers in my house. Once the waiter left and I looked at Nina, I realized what I did.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry, did you want something else. I didn't even think." I say gesturing the waiter to come over once again.

Nina stops me, and waives the waiter away, "No, no, that's my order. It's just that I forgot that you know what I like." She smiles, the first real and genuine smile she gave me ever since Sunday night.

Things went up hill after that. It didn't feel like we were in a frozen and yet hot as hell room every time we were together. We could start looking each other directly in the eye again- yet I still saw a vision of her naked in front of me every single time I did. All seemed to look great, like what it would look like if we would have never had that beautiful weekend of passion. We never mention that weekend, yet it's all I could think about, and it drives me crazy to see her so calm, cool and professional. It seems like when she said that we'll act like it never happened; it turned to be easier for her than for me. Still, at least we seem comfortable with one another's company.

This morning, when we drove together to this meeting in Nina's Maybach Exelero, she was talking about all the little parts of the contract with Mr. Mitchell or something else about the meeting, I didn't pay attention. All I could think of was this car I'm in- A MAYBACH EXELERO. This car is the real deal. It's smooth, and elegant and frankly?- a bit intimidating.

"Are you even listening to me?" Nina asked, not taking her eyes of the road.

I looked over at her direction, and my heart skips a beat. The view of Nina driving this car is the sexiest thing I have ever witness. The way her left hand held the steering weal and the other rested next to mine on the arm rest. She looks so calm, and relaxed in this car, that I find so over whelming- and it's so sexy. As she stopped in front of a red light, she turned to look at me.

"You look sexy driving this car." I said without thinking.

This is defiantly not the kind of conversation two professional business partners should be having, but fuck- it's been a whole week that I've been trying to maintain myself from saying how beautiful she is, or grab the back of her neck and just kiss her. Still, the way I just blurted this out is kind of unexpected.

We just stared at each other, not saying a word. Her beautiful aquamarine green eyes were hypnotizing me. She looked confused- like she was trying to figure out if she heard me correctly or if she just imagined it. As the silence grows longer, I started feeling scared. What if she takes this the wrong way, and slaps me like she did to my car the first time we met? What if she really just wanted a fun weekend and that's it? And the scariest thought that comes to my head, is what if she doesn't feel the same way to me as I do to her?

Wait, what do I feel for her?

It doesn't matter, and it's not important. What's important is to figure out this situation. Just as I was about to apologies, she broke eye contact, and her eye fall to my mouth. Her breathing became louder and deeper and she bit her lower lip.

Well, that's defiantly not a slap to the face- that was a very good sign. I took this opportunity now that her eyes are on my lips to look at her breasts. Fuck me, her nipples are so erect, it looks like they're trying to drill holes through her blue satin blouse. This reaction is better than anything I could have imagined. When I looked back at her face, I saw her smiling at me looking me straight in the eyes. I got caught staring at her tits again, but she seems amused by it.

"Say something." I demanded. I needed to know what's going on in her head.

She just shacked her head and looks back at the road. "This car can make the sleaziest man on earth look attractive." She said and started to drive once the lights turn green again. Then she wrinkled her nose and looked at me, "Well, maybe except of Emmet Williams. I don't think there is a ride that could make him look less creepy and more sexy." She said, and looked back at the road.

As she turned the car to the left, I leaned closer to her and put my right hand on her upper thigh as I leaned closer to her. "I think you could drive a van or even a truck and look sexy as hell." I whispered in her ear, and then planted a soft kiss behind her ear. Nina let out a very loud breath then quickly bit her lower lip, trying unsuccessfully to keep her breathing quite.

As I sucked her earlobe into my mouth, I softly moved my hand up her inner thigh. Unfortunately, she is wearing nude colored suit pants, so I can't feel her skin- yet I have a feeling that she is still enjoying my hands. And just as my hand found its target between her tights; she let out a shaky cough, "We're here." She said, moving her face away from my mouth.

The car parked outside of Mr. Mitchell's office building, right in front of the building's security guard. I still had my hand between her legs, and even though it's almost eleven and the meeting was about to start, none of us were making any move out of the car.

Is it me, or did it suddenly become really hot in this car?

Nina's eyes were sparkling, she looked so damn hot- my pants were becoming really tight on my crotch area. She had a little mischievous smile, which was so adorable I had to lean in a kiss the corner of her mouth, and her jaw, and her neck- basically, I started to kiss every part of her upper body that wasn't covered by clothes.

"Theodore?" Nina whispered.

"Nina…" I answered, not taking my lips away from her neck.

"Your hand." She said very matter of factly.

Pulling my face away from her neck, I looked at my hand between her legs over her pants. "Oh yea," I said, "I think your pants are in the way." I said, and started moving my hand against her sex. It wouldn't have got her off, but still…

Nina grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from her. "I think your hand is in my crotch." She tried to sound angry, or irritated. But her voice cracked a bit, and she still had a smile on her face.

"Have lunch with me today." I said.

"I can't. I have this…" she stopped to find the right words and her smile vanished all together, "I have this lunch thing with someone." Nina looked at the rearview mirror to check her makeup. Then it hits me, I know what a lunch thing or a dinner thing is code for…

"What, like a lunch date?" I asked accusingly.

She sat back on her chair and looked amused again. "No," she said, shaking her head at me. "One of my old friends from England is in town, and we're having lunch."

"Is it a dude or a chick?"

"I am having lunch with one of my oldest male friends, if you must know." She smiled at me.

I don't know why I was asking all these questions. God knows I hated the answers she gave me. When I didn't say anything else, her smile grew wider, and she let out a little laugh. "What's gotten into you?" she asked, amused. "You're acting like a jealous teenager…"

So this is what I'm feeling? Jealousy? I don't want to. I hate the idea she owns me so much when mean while, I seem to unfazed and unperturbed to her. "I am not acting like a teenager." I said.

"But you are jealous." She said, "I don't know why? It was just a weekend, Theodore. I thought you could handle a one night stand."

Her words were like a knife to me chest. What I've feared is true. She doesn't feel the same way. What a fucking idiot I've been. Thinking the most beautiful woman in the world- the sexiest, funniest, smartest woman in the world- would settle on a younger man slut. I'm not the kind of person that's insecure; I know what a fucking catch I am, but still…

Instead of thinking to say something smart or sophisticated, I said how I felt without even thinking. "Well, I'm sorry it meant so little to you."

Her face fell to a million pieces. My words sock her- and she looked like she was more prepared for me to punch her than say something like that. "You're wrong," she whispered. "It didn't mean just a little to me at all." Nina looked on the edge of fainting. She was so pale, and breathy that almost suggest her to put her head between her legs, but then her words sink in my brain.

It didn't mean just a little to me at all.

I didn't have much time to dwell on it, 'cause Nina suddenly grabbed my tie, and pulled me to her for a very deep and wet kiss. We were all teeth and tongues and hand and hot breaths on one another. If there wasn't this armrest between us two, and we weren't in the middle of a very busy Seattle street, I would have probably pulled Nina onto my lap by now. Nina's right hand was still fisting my tie and her other hand was fisting my hair and pulling me closer to her, while both my hands were on the small of her back.

Suddenly, she broke off the kiss, leaving me still wanting. Her face was still close to mine, so we could inhale the others exhale. "Can I take a rain check on lunch?" she asked with a smile.

I had my own goofy smile on my face. "So dinner? Tonight?" I asked, hoping that I could get her into bed again.

"I'll think about it."

This was great. I felt like I could fly if I really tried. Walking out of the car, and into Mr. Mitchell's building, Nina let me keep my hand on the small of her back. Once we were in the elevator- which was thankfully empty- Nina preset the button of the eighth floor, then she turned on her heels grabbed my hair in her fists again and brought our lips together again. I moved my hands to as much of her body parts that I could grab.

Unfortunately, an elevator ride to the eighth floor was not long enough. Frankly, I don't think an elevator ride to the 1,000 floor would be enough for me if I'm I in the car with Nina alone. When the elevator binged loudly, announcing we arrived, Nina pulled away from me abruptly, and started walking to the floor reception girl.

Walking out the elevator after her, I couldn't stop but think that now, after what we said in the car, Nina and I wouldn't go back to feeling uncomfortable. After admitting that Sunday, last week, meant something. Even if it just meant that I found myself a new fuck buddy, we could be more that business partners- we could be friends. And we will defiantly not go hot and cold all the time like we did last week.

Unfortunately, I was wrong.

As we got to the front desk, the receptionist stud up to greet us. "Welcome to Mitchell and Ryan INC…" the receptionist said to Nina, then stopped talking when her eyes fell on me. The receptionists brown eyes went wide and round and she looked like she lost her words.

This isn't a new reaction for me. I know that my natural features are way above the average. But still, her reaction was so blunt, it was even comical.

"Um, I am Lizzie. And you have a meeting… with um… I mean, you have an 11 o'clock meeting… with…" she stuttered and blushed. She acted like she'd never seen a good looking man before. I've met a few women in my life that got over whelmed with my looks, but this… is was so funny, I had to tease her.

"Take a breath Lizzie, and try to start all over again." I said and really tried not to laugh at her. "We're not gonna bit you." I let out a little laugh and looked over at Nina, who didn't look pleased. She looked at Lizzie with one crooked eye brow, and her arms were folded over her chest. She looked angry or unpleased and I didn't understand why.

I was still looking at Nina when Lizzie said "This is gonna sound, like, totally cliché, but I have this feeling that I, like, know you from somewhere."

Nina rolled her eyes and looked at her wrist watch. Turning back to Lizzie, I saw she was twisting a lock of her blond hair with her fingers and that she started batting her lashes at me. She looked like she had something in her eye.

"Umm," I said and tried to see if I recognized her face, but I didn't. "Maybe you read an article or something that I was in?"

"No, I don't think so." She said in that annoying squeaky way women think sound sexy. "I saw you at The Mile High Club."

I seriously don't recognize this girl, but I believe her when she said she saw me at The Mile High Club, since my father owns it. But I was raised to be polite, so I say "I'm sure you left an impression."

Lizzie started to giggle in an over the top kind of way. I knew she tried to looks sexy, but she came out so over the top. I was doing the best I could not to laugh at her, but I did let some chuckles escape from me.

"If you two finished flirting with each other," Nina said bluntly, forcing Lizzie to look at her, "Could you please do your job professionally, and direct us to Mr. Mitchell's office." Nina had no humor in her words; she looked like a teacher scolding a student. No, she looked much more powerful than that, she looked like- I don't know… A Dominatrix…

Lizzie directs us to Mr. Mitchell's office, with fear in her eyes, and I don't blame her. Nina looked so damn angry and controlled; it seemed fitting to give her a whip or something. I was never really into that kind of shit. BDSM. But I do like some spanking; although the way Nina was acting- so gracefully dominant- I think I would defiantly let her tie me up if she ever asked.

As we walked towards Mr. Mitchell's office, I once again put my hand on the small of her back. Yet this time, she surged away from my touch. "Don't you fucking touch me." she whispered through clenched teeth with so much venom, I thought she might have hurt her tongue or something. Her words were so unexpected. Less than ten minutes ago, she couldn't seem to get her hands of me.

Grabbing both her elbows in both my hand, I forced her to look at me. "What's gotten into you?" I asked, utterly confused by turns of events.

"Why don't you ask the dumb blonde bimbo in reception?" she said and freed her arms from me.

I still didn't understand. "What are you talking about?"

"You're such a man-whore." She whispered. She turned her gaze around the room making sure no one could hear her, and then looked back to me. "You say in the car that I mean something to you. You kiss me like you care about me two minutes ago in the elevator, and than just start flirting with some random whore with ugly blonde hair?"

What the fuck? She thinks I was flirting with Lizzie? How could she even think that a random girl could interest me?

"You think I was flirting? Fuck babe…" I let out a little chuckle, since it was not something I thought she would say. But very unexpected and bizarre.

"You find this funny?" she asked irritated. And instantly, I stop laughing. "Was it her fake tits that left such a great impression on you at The Mile High Club?"

I remember saying to Lizzie that she left an impression, but she didn't. Fuck, I didn't even know who the hell she was. But I love the way it made Nina react, 'cause it's the first sign that I've possessed her the way she did me. But I don't like the way she's accusing me.

"I didn't stare at her tits." I said, regretting it a second latter. Thinking I could have said something better.

"Oh, would you like to back to the slut in reception? Check her tits before the meeting?"

She's starting to really annoy me. She's acting like she's trying to push me away, or pick up a fight. This is a side of her that I've never seen. An insecure side, which is very suppressing, since Nina probably the most powerful woman in the world. I would have never thought Nina could get jealous from a random girl. "You're acting like a jealous teenager." I told her, matching the words she said to me in the car. My words shocked her, and she just turned on her heels and walked away to Mr. Mitchell's office.

And that's how we got to this situation, sitting next to one another silent and uncomfortable, while Mr. Mitchell keeps jabbering as he signs all the contracts. This meeting was an hour in which Nina never glanced at my direction, and I was just trying to get rid of this annoying ache in my chest. As the meeting starts to wrap up, I try and find the spot where I've pissed her off. Was it me talking to Lizzie? This is bullshit! I wasn't doing anything wrong! Yet still, I managed to hurt Nina.

This woman drives me insane. I wish she would just tell me what she wants, and not expect me to know it by myself. 'cause frankly, I'm not sure what I want either.

"Mr. Grey," Mr. Mitchell says as he rises to his feet and letting his hand out for me so I could shake it, "It's always great doing business with you."

"Likewise." I say and stand up to shake his hand.

As I start gathering all the papers, Mr. Mitchell turns to Nina. "Why, Ms. Jones. If you ever get tired of GEH, know that you will always find a job here."

That makes me stand up straight. Thankfully, Nina shakes her head and answers "That's very kind, but GEH is my choice of place."

"Are you sure?" Mr. Mitchell keeps nudging.

And I have to stop this, the idea that Nina will be anywhere near his company. So before she gets the chance to refuse again, I say "I'm not letting go of Ms. Jones so easily." I hope she understood the double meaning of what I just said. Obviously, she is a brilliant business partner and my father and I won't let her just work for another company. But I won't let go of her just because of this little fight we just had an hour ago.

When I look over at her direction, I see her looking at me, with wide eyes and a little smile. Yea, she understood the personal meaning of what I said.

As Mr. Mitchell walks us out to the elevator, I'm thankful that he did so, 'cause Lizzie the receptionist doesn't have the opportunity to flirt with me. When Nina and I get in the elevator, we find three other people in, which means we won't be able to talk privately. So I wait till we get in the car to talk, but then just as we sit down in her Maybach Exelero my phone rings. And I see my mother's name on my phone screen.

"Hey mother." I say as Nina starts to drive back to GEH building.

"Teddy dear, how are you?" my mother asks.

"I'm fine, how are you?" I ask, and shift in my seat to get a better view of Nina.

"I'm great honey. I didn't mean to bother you…" she start to say, but I cut her off.

"You never bother me." I say, and I see a little smile on Nina's face for some reason.

"Oh, that's a nice to say. I was just wondering if you are coming to dinner tomorrow night."

"Sure, what time do you want me to be there?"

"Six, I was actually wondering if you know if Nina will be attending as well." My mother asks.

I freeze. Why on earth would Nina come? Did my mother somehow realize that Nina and I had a thing last Saturday after the gala? And if so, does my father know also?

"Why would she come?" I ask eyeing Nina very closely.

"Well I've invited her for dinner at the gala, and she said that she'll see if her schedule would allow it, but she didn't call me back. I thought since it's your first week working together, she was busy and forgot." My mom says.

Oh…

"Actually, I'm in the car with her," I say and Nina looks at me confused. "I'll put you on speaker so you could chat it through with her." I say, and put my mom on speaker.

"Hi Ana, How are you?" Nina asks confused.

"Hi Nina, I'm great. Just wondering if you're coming over for dinner tomorrow?" my mother asks and Nina's eyes widen.

"Oh my god, Ana. I forgot to call you back about it. Of course I'll come. What would you like me to bring?"

"Just bring yourself and that beautiful accent of yours." My mother says which makes Nina giggle.

"Well, it comes everywhere I go."

As Nina parks the car in GEH's garage, I take my mother off speaker and ask if she has planes for lunch, and if she doesn't- if she'd like me to take her for lunch. "Oh I'm sorry. I have a lunch meeting with a new author. Can I take a rain check?" she asks.

"Sure," I say and step out Nina's car. "I'll see you tomorrow." I tell my mother as Nina and I make our way to the elevator.

"See you tomorrow Teddy." She says and we hand up.

Nina and I step first in the elevator, and then four other employs make their way in. As I start thinking about the conversation me and Nina are going to have, the elevator doors open on the third floor to let in seven over employs. It's starting to get really crowded and tight in her, and in find myself standing right at the back of the elevator.

I think of the fact that we need to try and figure out what's going on between us. If we are going to start fucking, I need to set some new ground rules. Like that I will not share her with another man; I want her too much to share her with anyone else. All these thought of Nina and I together again, and having her all to myself is getting me hard.

Then the elevator opens again on the seventh floor, and three more people step in, causing everyone in the elevator to squeeze closer next to the other. And Nina steps with her back tightly in front my front- or in other words- with her ass right in front of my erection.

Once she feels my dick against her, she inhales and starts moving away, but before she does I put both my hand on her hips, keeping her in place. Nina's head moves around the elevator, making sure no one's watching us; but everyone seem to be too busy to notice us. Ever so slowly, Nina starts moving her ass and leans her head on my left shoulder.

The elevator opens on the eleventh floor and four people step out. Even though there is more room in here no, I don't let her ass leave my dick. My hands move up her hips to her shoulders, where I start ever so slowly to rub my thumbs against her shoulder blades. Nina lets out the softest moan, no one could hear it, but it did.

When the elevator opens on the fiftieth floor, all the people in the elevator go out, leaving us alone in the elevator. Once the doors close, I lift Nina in my arms and slam her back against the wall, making sure her legs are wrapped around my hips before kissing her like my life depends on it. We only have about a minute like this, before the elevator binges, announcing we arrived. Nina scrambles out of my arms, and I step back bringing as much distance between us both. Even after the doors open Nina looks at me without moving, trying to figure out what my next move will be.

"After you." I tell her, gesturing for her step out. As she does, I put my hand on the small of her back and we walk to her office.

"Gina, hold my calls please." Nina says as we walk in her office. She just manages to close the door before I lift her in my arms, and start kissing her again. With her legs wrapped around my waist, I move us to her couch. As she lies on the couch, I settle on top of her.

We grind our crotches against one another, though the movement doesn't give much relive, since we're couth wearing work slacks. I lean back on my knees, and start to undo her belt and the buttons on her trousers, but suddenly she puts her hands on mine, stopping my movement.

"What's wrong?" I ask, Confused.

"I have lunch soon, and I think we need to talk." She says breathlessly.

Even though I really want to get it on with her, I sit back on far corner of the couch, giving her as much personal space as I can. "I want to make some new ground rules." I say

"I thought you might." She answers, buttoning her pants and buckling her belt.

"I want us to fuck. Exclusively."

"What? Like…?" Nina seams confused. "Exclusive fuck buddies?" she asks.

I don't like the sound of that. I already had fuck buddies in my life, but I never had what I have with Nina. And I don't even know what it is I want with her- to fuck her? To date her? I don't know, but what I do know is that not to scare her away. So I just say "Yes, we'll fuck exclusively."

"I like the sound of that." Nina says, "But I don't want a boyfriend. I'm so embraced by how I reacted in Mr. Mitchell's office today; I need us to make this clear. We'll have sex, but we won't tell anyone, nor will we make the other jealous deliberately."

"I didn't try to make you jealous." I say.

"I know, and I'm sorry for how I reacted. Will you forgive me?" she asks, and leans closer to kiss my jaw.

"Of course." I say and grab her face with both my hand kiss her mouth.

We just kiss for a while, then lean back to look her. "Will you have dinner with me tonight, and then have hot wet sex with me?" I ask politely with the best British accent I can do.

She giggles a bit, then answers in a perfect American accent, "I'll think about it young man. When do you finish working today?"

"My last meeting ends at seven. I'm all yours after that." I answer as I move her onto my lap and kiss her again.

Suddenly, Nina's intercom buzzes beeps and the voice of her secretary, Gina, fills the room. "Ms. Jones, Mr. Cole is out here for your lunch meeting."

Slowly, Nina releases my lips and takes a deep breath. "I better go."

As I open her office door, I let her get out first and she walks to Gina's desk to a very tall man with dark brown hair and brown eyes.

"Ah Nina, it's been so long." he says, also with a British accent and takes her in his arms for a hug.

Get your fucking hands off my girl

After a few seconds, Nina leans away from him but keeps him in arms length. "Oh my god Henry! You cut your hair."

They start to walk - and I note that his hand is on her back- and they stop in front of the elevator. The Henry guy pushes the button when Nina looks over her shoulder to give me a little wink, and then they walk in the elevator car.

They seem like good friends, like they know each other very well, and then it hit me. When he leans over to whisper something in her ear and the way their bodies react the one another's touch is when I realize who that motherfucker Henry is.

It's her fucking Ex- fiancé.

*Well the relationship between the two of our favorite business partners is getting interesting. I'd love to know what you think, so please send reviews.*