I pull up onto the airport runway and exit the taxi. Pulling out my five suitcases, I notice a man waiting for me by the jet. He's kind of buff, has a cute face, but looks like he's kind of cocky. Ugh. The pilot walks over and grabs my bags.
"Good morning, Ana." "It would be even better if I was still in bed," I smile at the man, "Good morning Mr. Taylor, how are you?" Taylor was our most trusted pilot and has been with us for fifteen years. He had that fatherly figure about him and I always enjoyed his company.
"I'm doing well. It's been a while since you've used the jet. I have missed seeing you around." Taylor said. We walked over to the jet.
"Hey Taylor who is that guy?" I pointed to the man I noticed earlier.
"Jack sent him, he said something about a partner." He informed me. A partner? I don't need one of those.
"I don't need a partner, I work alone."
"Don't look at me Ana, all I do is fly the damn plane." I give him a small chuckle. When we reached the plane, I stopped in front of this so called partner and Taylor walked past to put my luggage away.
"Who are you?" I get right to the chase.
"Jack warned me about your attitude." He gave a smug grin. "I'm Elliot and I am your partner."
"Well Elliot, I don't need a partner. I work alone, you will only slow me down." I walked past him and enter the plane taking a seat in the corner. The jet is really fancy, the interior is all white leather, with a flat screen TV in the front of the plane. There is a one room bedroom in the back with a beautiful bathroom and there is bar to the right of the seating area, with a bartender to make you a drink. We even had a kitchen. It was very luxurious.
Elliot walked onto the plane and sat in the chair in front of me with a smile on his face. Damn I can tell he's going to be annoying. "I told you Elliot. I do not need you here."
"Well sweetheart. That isn't up to you."
"Do you want me to drop kick you in the throat?" His eyes got wide in amusement.
"No I do not, but I'm only taking orders. I have to stay. And besides I need the money. I have a family to feed." Oh, the guilt trip.
"Fine. Just don't get in my way. What are you going to be doing anyways? Clearly you can't go under cover with me."
"Well Ms. Steele..." I cut him off.
"It's Ana."
"Well then, Ana, while your undercover playing assistant, I am going to be focusing on the companies that Cross is doing business with. I'm also going to go to the Bureau and find some hidden information located in the confidential room. And whatever I find, I report back to you." Hmm. Well that saves me from having to do it myself. I'm not even going to ask how he is going to pull that off, but I trust him. Even though I've known him for no more than five minutes, I know I can trust him. I'm good at reading people.
I asked the bartender for Rum and Coke, I pull out my nook and start to read where I left off in "Bared to You". I have never read a book that was so erotic. That's what some chick said on the reviews, "It's an erotica". Ha. Its porn, is what it is and it's very detailed. I'm on the part where Eva is joy riding Gideon in the back seat of the Limo. It definitely has an effect on my lady parts. I can feel the heat coming on. I laugh at myself.
"What's so funny?" Elliot said.
"Oh nothing I'm just reading this book and had a few thoughts on it."
"Which book?" He asked.
"Bared to you." I reply.
"Really? My wife read that book, and it changed her. She wants to have sex like all the time, I'm afraid my dick is gonna fall off one day."
"Oh, eww Elliot." We both laughed. I rolled my eyes and continued to read while he watched Spongebob on the big screen.
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Elliot drops my bags at the end of the bed and lets out a sigh of relief. "Damn girl. What the hell did you pack?"
I close the door to our condo that Jack rented out for us and flop myself on the bed and breathe in the fresh scent of the thick feathery fabric. "Well if you must know, I brought a ton of clothes, fifteen pairs of shoes, all my other necessities, and I brought all my weapons." I say it as if it's totally normal. "Go ahead and look."
"He opens my weapon back and his mouth falls to the floor. "You need all of this?" He grabs the bazooka and caresses it. "This is a fucking bazooka! How did you even fit it in here?"
"The government was working on a new bazooka to where it can be compacted to fit in smaller areas. You know, to make it easy for traveling and what not. Jack gave it to me for Christmas last year. You never know when you might need it." Elliot looked at me like I was insane.
"What? You don't carry weapons with you?" I asked him.
"No I do, I just didn't expect you too." Of course he didn't. I get that a lot.
"Elliot just because I look sweet and young doesn't mean I'm not dangerous. I'm the most hazardous twenty four year old female you'll ever meet, or I should just say person because I'm more dangerous than half the men too."
"I have no doubt about it." Elliot says with amusement.
"Now that that's out of the way, order us some pizza. I'm hungry. We have to get up early, because I have a job interview tomorrow, so get to it."
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I look up at three hundred foot tall building and take a deep breath. Sexy business outfit, Check. My secret recorder, check. Got my head on straight, Yes. Got my knife, I feel my right thigh, check. My brief case with nothing in it, check. My cell, check. My lock picks, check. My lip….Fuck, I forgot my damn lipgloss! Everything is fucking ruined now. Ugh. I take another deep breath and step inside the building. The floor is white tile, but it shines with glitter on the surface. The front desk is a shiny black with white poles on both sides. The ceiling is white as well as is all the walls, it was absolutely stunning. I make my way to the front desk.
"Hi, how may I help you?" A young woman with baby bottle blonde hair and blue eyes asked, in a way to excited voice.
"Uh yeah. I have an interview with Braden Cross."
"Oh yes, Ms. Sophia Stark. He is expecting you." The smile left her face and was replaced with a smirk. What happened to the cheery chick? And Sophia Stark? Jack couldn't come up with a different name. "Take the elevator to the twenty third floor and the woman at the front desk will help you."
"Thanks." I turned and headed for the elevator. I stood in the back behind a small group of people who were waiting as well. The elevators opened and we made our way up. A few people got off the same floor as I did, so I didn't need to press the button. I walked towards the middle of the large room when the reception desk was.
"May I help you?" An Asian girl with jet black hair a gave me a smile.
"Yes, I have an interview with Braden Cross for his assistant position."
"Of course. If you could wait over there for a few minutes, Ms. Stark, he will be right with you. Can I get you anything to drink?"
"Water, please."
"Of course." I walked to the waiting area and sat down. A few minutes passed and she brought my water out.
I took a nice chug. This Cross guy better not take long. I have no patience for stuck up business men who think they can just keep people waiting. I've been sitting here a whole five minutes already. I hate when you have a specific time for and appointment and then you don't get seen for another thirty damn minutes. It happens to me all the time when I go to the dentist. If he doesn't get his ass out here in the next twenty second I am gonna shove my fucking foot so far up his ass, he won't be able to shit right for a good month.
"Ms. Stark? Mr. Cross is ready to see you now."
He better count his blessings, cause God just saved his life.
The Asian lady leads me to an office door that says Cross on the front.
"You don't have to knock. Just go in."
"Thank you for your help." I give her a smile and then enter the room.
The room is huge. In the middle is a big black desk and on the sides are white sofa's and love seats. The window behind it is big and clear overlooking the city. And off to the right is a man, with a lean body and a cute little ass. His back is facing me, and I don't think he is aware of my presence. Well I guess I've got to change that. I slam the door closed and he turns around slowly.
I am frozen in place.
This man is fucking gorgeous. He's tall, slim yet muscular, and broad-shouldered, with dark copper-colored hair and "smoldering" gray eyes. He looks like a God. Flawless male beauty.
I touch my lips to make sure I'm not drooling. Oh man, he is fine.
"Ms. Stark, please sit." He motions to the chair on the opposite side of his desk. I walk over slowly and take a seat. "So, you want to be my assistant, why?"
Look at those pink luscious lips; I can't picture anything better than him kissing me all over my body. In all my life I have never seen a man more delicious looking. The though gives me tingles, I can feel the heat radiating between my legs.
"Um, Ms. Stark?" Oh shit, he asked me a question. Right. Come on, Ana, snap out of it. You came here to kill, not ogle the hottie. I scoot my chair forward and place a microchip under his desk in the far corner. Hopefully he doesn't notice.
"Oh, sorry. Yes I want to become a business woman in the technology field and I couldn't think of a better way to start." Nope, I could not think of a better way to start. I wonder if Jack would object to me fucking Mr. Cross here on his desk. I mean it isn't Christian Grey, I honestly don't see a problem.
"I see. I took a look at your resume and I am fairly impressed. You graduated from Princeton and have your bachelors in Business. You also have a doctor's degree in Psychology. That's impressive for someone so young."
"What can I say; I was very keen on learning."
"Why should I hire you?" Because I can make you feel good in all the right places, big boy.
"Well I am highly educated and intelligent, I would also be most grateful to you, if you were to allow me this opportunity. I'm a fast learner and I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty." I mean that in a sexual way and in a way to where he might trust me with whatever he is doing with Christian Grey.
"I like you Sophia. And not because you're beautiful, I think you have real potential. You're hired!" That was a little bit too easy. Something is definitely up.
"Thank you so much Mr. Cross. When do I start?" I asked with some fake enthusiasm.
"Can you start right now?" he asked with some hope in his eyes.
"Of course. Nothing would please me more." Why am I flirting with the enemy? I really need to get laid. It's been way too long. I walk out the room behind Cross, and just stare at his butt. It is so tight and firm, I just want to caress it. Across from his office is a fairly decent area with glass walls. Inside is a desk and too comfortable looking white chairs for visitors.
"This is your office. If you need anything, then dial star one. It will connect you to my office. I will forward all my calls to you and if they are important than put them through to me. I'm going to be very busy for the next few hours and I don't want to be disturbed unless it's important. Oh and if a Ethan calls, put him through."
"Yes sir." I reply. Damn.
"Now if you'll excuse me." He turns and walks into his office and shuts the door behind him.
I close the door behind me and take a seat. This is going to be so hard. How am I supposed to sit here, answer phones, and do paper work? That is no what I do. I am Anastasia Steele, dammit. I fight and kill for a living. And now Jack's got my stuck in fancy glass cubicle, working for a man who I have been eye fucking all day. And what's worse? I can't do anything about it. I am going to be horny throughout this entire mission. Fuck my life.
Ring…Ring…Ring…Ring.
The office phone pulls me out of my thoughts. "Braden Cross' office." I say.
"Yes I need to speak with Mr. Cross." A husky male voice says.
"May I ask whose calling?" I ask.
"Ethan." Oh. This should be interesting.
"Yes one moment please." I put him through to Cross.
Alright, let's hope there is some sort of action going on behind his door. I reach into my ear and turn on the microphone that is connected to the chipped I placed in his office.
"What do you mean he won't cooperate?" I hear Cross.
Silence.
"I don't give a damn. Beat him if you have too! I want answers and I want them now."
Silence.
"I will give you two more days and if I still don't have what I want, you're the one who's gonna have something to worry about."
Silence. I hear him slam the phone down. Then he picks it back up.
Ring…Ring…Ring…
I was listening to Cross' conversation so intently that when my office phone rings and I jump out of my seat, falling over backwards, and bring the phone with me. I lay there for a while, my ass hurting too much to get up.
"What are you doing on the floor?" Cross comes in the office.
"Well you see the phone scared the hell out of me." He looks at the mess around me and lets out a small chuckle.
"It's not funny, now my ass hurts." I lift myself off the floor and place the phone back on the desk. I look up at Cross and he has this dark look in his eyes. What the hell does that mean? He moves slowly towards me, until he's inches away from my face. I could feel his warm breath on me. Woah. What just happened here? He's a little too close, oh but he smells so good, like cinnamon and soap. His eyes search my face and I am in a trance, his eyes are as grey as a storm cloud. Wait a damn minute. This guy just said something about beating another guy. What am I doing? This has to stop. I turn my face away and back up.
"This is highly unprofessional, Mr. Cross." I say to him in a matter of fact tone.
"Ms. Stark, you're gorgeous and I want you. Why not have the best of both? Let's mix a little bit of business with a little bit of pleasure."
Is this guy fucking nuts? "No."
"Surely you don't mean that." Cross says in a hard tone.
"I say what I mean and I mean what I say." I said coldly.
He takes a step forward and grabs the sides of my face with both hands and presses his lips against mine. The skin to skin contact was aggressive and possessive. He forced his hot wet tongue into my mouth and massaged my tongue with his. This was wrong. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. It felt so good to kiss this man and I admit that I wanted it to last. He continued to kiss me with fiery passion, and I was melting in his arms. I could feel my wetness seeping through my underwear. The electrical current that flowed between us was out of this world, and when he finally broke the kiss, I forgot my name.
"I'll let you rethink that answer." Cross says before he exits the room, leaving me hot and bothered. Fuck him.
***Late me know if I should continue***