Thank You all for your reviews in the last chapter, I had noted that the first two chapter were part of 'Fifty Shades More' I had changed some of the wording from the story, but hey. This is the third chapter hope you enjoy and tell me what you think! 3
Disclaimer - All rights belong to E L James.
Chapter Three
Saturday, 19th May 12:38 p.m.
Oh Miss Steele, Why am I obsessed with you? I sit in my car outside Clayton's grinning like a complete idiot. How can one girl have such effect on me…? I place the shopping on the backseat and take my Blackberry out of my right pocket in my jacket. Locate Taylor's number, and place it to my ear.
On the first ring he answers immediately. "Taylor."
"Taylor, It's Grey, listen I'll be staying at the Heathman tonight. I want you and Sawyer to drive down with my brother Elliot, I'll phone him to get ready. I need a few things…"
"Of course Sir. I'll prep Sawyer and make our way down."
I hang up taking one last glance at the store and switch on the engine, making my way to the Heathman, at the centre of my mind there she lingers all brown haired blue-eyed beauty. Image of her biting that goddamn lip, her nervous countenance, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear. Get a grip, Grey. I try to shake it off, clear my focus. But no, there she is. All I want to do is fuck her!
Fifteen minutes later, I pull up to the Heathman; it's nested in the downtown heart of Portland. It has a splendid 1920s edifice structure with a long and open entrance. As I pull up, a man dressed in a ridiculous velvet suit opens my door, as I hand him the keys. Better not dent it son, or I'll dent you. Once inside I say, "Penthouse suite please," to the little blonde women behind the desk, her eyes wide with excitement as she takes in my face. Yeah, yeah. Get on with it.
I strum my fingers on the desk waiting impatiently, Hurry the fuck up. Ignoring the price of the room, I just hand over my Amex Card.
"Mr. G-Grey," She stutters and nods courteously. She swipes and hands me back my card with a room key.
"Thank You." I walk away from the desk to the elevator, my Blackberry buzzes in my pocket.
"Grey."
"Yo, Bro listen can't make it tonight going out on the town with couple of guys, so if you're still in Portland tomorrow I'll come down then alright?"
"Fine. But Elliot, I'll assign Sawyer to travel down with you. Got it."
"Yes, little brother." Through the phone I am imagine the annoying eye roll.
"Right. Bye." As soon as I hang up I'm immediately back on the phone to Taylor.
"Elliot isn't joining us until tomorrow. Tell Sawyer to stay in Seattle and accompany my brother here tomorrow. Got it?"
"Yes Sir." I hang up. In the elevator, there is a young couple in the corner in a passionate embrace, rather distracting if you ask me. It's revolting. Except, if it was you and Little Miss Steele.
That evening, I'm surrounded by a sullen state of boredom. Maybe she won't call. Then that's that. It's over. Maybe I should go to her apartment? And what harass Miss Katherine Kavanagh, I don't think so. I sigh, glaring at my Blackberry hoping it'll ring. After five minutes I place it on the counter in the large living room area of the penthouse. Grabbing my laptop and going over numbers for one of the many businesses I own. Out of the window the evening light is drifting off into darkness. The view is spectacular but oh Jesus I'm scared of heights. From the other side of room my Blackberry starts ringing. I catch it on the second ring.
"Grey."
"Ah… Mr. Grey? It's Anastasia Steele." Well hello Miss Steele, I've been waiting for your call.
"Miss Steele. How nice to hear from you." My voice is off; I'm sort of surprised by the warm seductive sound escaping my lips.
"Um –we'd like to go ahead with the photo shoot for the article." She is breathing hard, hastily. Am I making you nervous Miss Steele? "Tomorrow, if that's okay. Where would be convenient for you sir?" The way she calls me Sir, sends a shiver of pure pleasure right down to my groin.
With a 1000 watt smile plastered on my face, "I'm staying at the Heathman in Portland. Shall we say, nine thirty tomorrow morning?"
"Okay, we'll see you there." Her breathing is increasing, her speech fast. Do I intimidate you Miss Steele? The things I would like to do…
"I look forward to it, Miss Steele." I am absolutely beaming, sending her a promise of wanting to see her again. She hangs up with me laughing like a little school boy. Tomorrow just can't come soon enough.
Sunday May 20th, 2011
In just under two hours' time, I'll see Little Miss Steele. My chest tightens with anticipation. Nerves, perhaps? Why is she affecting me so much? The thought is irritating. Not one of the previous subs I've had, made me feel this way. I've never chased someone to be mine before. What is this strange power she is inflicting on me.
The two hours pass in no time at all, a phone call from reception lets me know that Miss Steele and her party have arrived and are waiting for me in the suite I have requested for half an hour. That should have given them enough time to set up. Before I leave my Blackberry buzzes, ah Miss Steele. A smile is on my lips as I answer, "Grey."
"Mr. Grey we are in the suite waiting for you, Sir." Mm, call me that again Anastasia.
"I'll be right down, Ana."
In no time at all I am walking into their suite. I am wearing a white shirt, with an open collar and grey flannel pants, completely suitable for this photo shoot. And to see Miss Steele's reaction of course. Her eyes are wide drinking me in, her lips look dry. Behind me Taylor, who arrived last night, follows me into the room.
"Miss Steele, we meet again." I extend my hand, hoping she takes it; her soft hand takes hold of mine with her eyes blinking rapidly up at me. Oh my, her hands are so soft! Such beautiful skin, an unusual current passes through me. Please let me fuck you, Ana. Her loud breathing comes to a halt as she introduces the young lady standing next to her, who I am guessing is Miss Arrogance Kavanagh.
"Mr. Grey, this is Katherine Kavanagh," she mutters, waving her hand towards Katherine who comes closer, glaring at me.
"The tenacious Miss Kavanagh. How do you do?" I give her a small smile, amused by Miss Steele's introduction. "I trust you're feeling better? Anastasia said you were unwell last week." Oh I'm still glad that Miss Steele came instead of you.
"I'm fine, thank you, Mr. Grey." She shakes my hand firmly without batting an eyelid. So formal, just like her Father. "Thank you for taking the time to do this." She smiles a polite yet professional smile.
"It's my pleasure." I answer her question, as my gaze lands on Miss Steele, her cheeks blush scarlet making her eyes shine. I know you want me, Miss Steele.
"This is José Rodriguez, our photographer," Ana tells me, she grins at him widely with affection, and then glances back at me. Shit. Is she with him?
"Mr. Grey." The boy nods at me.
"Mr. Rodriguez," I glare at him, my eyes colder. Please don't let him be with her. He is just as under her spell as I am. So was the boy from the store. Why do you have to be so tempting Miss Steele. "Where would you like me?" I purposely intimidate the boy, glaring at him. Back off she is mine. Well… she will be mine.
Miss Kavanagh interrupts the boy making it her show, "Mr. Grey –if you could sit here, please? Be careful of the lighting cables. And then we'll do a few standing, too." She directs me to a chair set up on the other side by the wall, under a couple of spotlights. A boy switches on lights as I sit down, momentarily blinding me; I raise my hand to cover my eyes. Amateur. He mutters an apology as I roll my eyes. I look at Miss Steele as she backs off with the other boy watching me, the boy José orders me to sit a specific way. Bastard. He begins to snap away; asking me to arrange my arms and head a certain way for the next twenty minutes. For a brief second my eyes lock with Miss Steele, I put as much passion and wanting into that stare she tears her eyes away from mine.
"Enough sitting." Miss Kavanagh wades in. "Standing, Mr. Grey?" she asks. I nod and rise to my feet, the boy who was standing next to Anastasia removes the chair I was sitting on, I pose once more as the shutter on José's Nikon camera starts clicking again.
"I think we have enough," José announces five minutes later.
"Great," says Miss Kavanagh. "Thank you again, Mr. Grey." She shakes my outstretched hand, and then the boy, José shakes it too. I need to get, Miss Steele alone. Perhaps take her out for coffee?
"I look forward to reading the article, Miss Kavanagh," I murmur, I turn to face Miss Steele, who is standing waiting by the door. "Will you walk with me, Miss Steele?" I ask.
"Sure," she responds automatically, completely thrown. She glances back at her friend I assume nervously, she shrugs at her. Though I notice the boy, José scowling, HA! Little Boy, its way past your bedtime, Miss Steele and I want to be alone. I smirk.
"Good day to you all," I say before opening the door, standing aside to let Miss Steele out first. Mmm, Miss Steele what a marvelous ass you have.
She pauses when we reach the corridor, fidgeting nervously as I approach her, "I'll call you, Taylor," I murmur to Taylor who is behind me. He wanders back down the corridor, and I turn back around giving Miss Steele my full attention, my eyes burning with passion. I want you so badly, Miss Steele.
"I wondered if you would join me for coffee this morning." Am I asking her on a date? No, a business arrangement. She clears her throat possibly controlling her nerves, as she is shaking like a leaf in the wind.
"I have to drive everyone home," she murmurs apologetically, twisting her hands and fingers as they linger down by her waist. Would you please stop fidgeting!
"TAYLOR," I call, grabbing Taylors attention from where he stood, turns and retreats back up the corridor. "Are they based at the university?" I ask her, my voice is soft, hoping she'll agree to join me.
She nods, obviously too stunned to speak.
"Taylor can take them. He's my driver. We have a large 4x4 here, so he'll be able to take the equipment too."
"Mr. Grey?" Taylor asks when he returns.
"Please, can you drive the photographer, his assistant, and Miss Kavanagh back home?"
"Certainly, sir, "Taylor replies.
"There. Now you can join me for coffee?" I smile at her, the deal done.
She frowns and my face falls, suddenly concerned. She's going to reject me.
"Um –Mr. Grey, ah –this really… look, Taylor doesn't have to drive them home." She turns and flashes a brief look at him, "I'll swap vehicles with Kate, if you give me a moment." I can't help but smile. I'm all teeth flashing, being myself. She is bringing the best out of me… yet the worst of what I view myself. I open the door to the suite so she can enter. She scoots round me to enter the room. Miss Kavanagh is in a deep conversation with José.
I watch, Miss Steele wander over to them before stepping outside and closing the door. I can faintly hear her muffled voice in the other room.
"Ana, I think he definitely likes you," Katherine says to Miss Steele. "But I don't trust him. I gaze darkly at the door. Don't trust me? What why? What have I ever done? Though she has very good reason not to trust me… just not for the things she thinks.
"Kate, if you take the Beetle, can I take your car?"
"Why?"
"Christian Grey has asked me to go for coffee with him." I smile as the sound of her voice is desperate. I knew she wants to be alone with me as much as I do with her. Their voices are even more distant they must havechanged rooms. I can't hear a thing, I grit my teeth. What if that girl is making Ana change her mind? All I can hear from the room is José pace back and forth through the room muttering 'fuck' and 'dick'. I smile brightly, I'm glad I've pissed him off. I laugh underneath my breath and lean against the wall waiting patiently for Miss Steele.
As she emerges from the suite, I grin widely at her. I so want to fuck you right now, Miss Steele.
"Okay, let's do coffee," She murmurs with a slight smile on her face, as she beams she flushes a deep rose. I grin.
"After you, Miss Steele." I stand up straight, holding out my hand for her to go out first. She makes her way down the corridor and once again I am staring after her, her beautiful sleek figure and round tight ass. I breathe and I run and catch up to her, she is nervous. I like that. Do I always make you nervous, Miss Steele?
We walk together down the hotel corridor to the elevators. Should I say something to her? Like what?
"How long have you know Katherine Kavanagh?" she jumps as I startle her, easy question I guess, but why did I have to bring her up?
"Since our freshman year. She's a good friend."
"Hmm," I reply, I'm glad she has friends. Who do I have? Elena…
Once we reach the elevators, I press the call button, and the doors open almost immediately. The doors slide open revealing the same young couple from before in a passionate clinch. Surprised and embarrassed they jump apart staring guiltily in our direction. We step into the elevator.
Struggling to maintain a straight face, Ana glances to the floor, her cheeks turning beet red as I continue to watch her. She peeks at me through her long lashes, her blue eyes trained on my face. I grin at her before turning my face staring at the doors in front of me. The young couple stays silent, and we travel down to the first floor in complete and utter silence.
The doors open, and I grab her hand taking her by surprise, clasping it and hold it sternly. An electric current passes through me. Wanting to touch more than her hands. I want to suck each individual finger I am holding. Such soft hands. As I lead us both out of the elevator, we hear the suppressed giggles of the couple erupting behind us. I grin.
"What is it about elevators?" I mutter as she shrugs.
We cross the expansive, bustling lobby of the hotel toward the entrance but I avoid the revolving door, I don't want to let go of her.
Outside, it's a mild day. The sun is shining and the traffic is rather light. I turn left and stroll to the corner and we stop for the pedestrian crossing light to change. I am still holding her hand firmly. She has such soft hands. I want her hands to grab my hair. Pull me closer to her. Oh my god! I'm holding her hand outside. She smiles widely, biting that goddamn lip again. Please, please Miss Steele let me bite that lip for you. The green man appears, and we're off again.
We walk four blocks before we reach the Portland Coffee House, I then force myself torelease her hand to open the door allowing her to go first.
"Why don't you choose a table, while I get the drinks? What would you like?" I ask politely.
"I'll have… um –English Breakfast tea, bag out." I raise my eyebrows she doesn't want coffee?
"No Coffee?"
"I'm not keen on coffee." Hmm... Interesting. I smile at her.
"Okay, bag out tea. Sugar?" she sits for a moment staring at me. What? What did I say?
"No thanks." She says then stares down at her knotted fingers that are on the table.
"Anything to eat?"
"No thank you." She shakes her head, and I go over to the counter.
As I approach I look down at the muffins in the glass counter. Chocolate or Blueberry. I give the women behind the counter my order and wait patiently after a couple minutes I am walking back to the table, where Ana waits for me. I place the tray I was carrying on the small, round, birch-veneer table. I hand her a cup and saucer, a small teapot and a side plate bearing a lone teabag labelled 'Twining's English Breakfast'. I put down my coffee which has imprinta leaf –pattern on the milk. I place my blueberry muffin next to the coffee and place the tray on a nearby table. I sit opposite her, carefully crossing my legs underneath the table. I feel comfortable in her presence. She looks lost, completely uncoordinated, lost inside her own mind.
"Your thoughts?" I prompt her.
"This is my favourite tea." She breaths quietly. Is that all I'm getting. No proper conversation? What's wrong with her? I frown. What is she hiding from me? She pops the teabag into the teapot and almost immediately squeezes it against the side and fishes it out again. As she places the used teabag back on the side plate, I cock my head to the side gazing at her.
"I like my tea black and weak," she mutters giving me a simple explanation.
"I see. Is he your boyfriend?" Whoa… where did that come from?
"Who?"
Best continue now, Grey. "The photographer. José Rodriguez."
She gives me a laugh, a nervous yet curious laugh. Her eyes shining staring at my quizzing, my judgment. "No. José's a good friend of mine, that's all. Why did you think he was my boyfriend?" His lovesick eyes all over you. Watching your every move perhaps, Miss Steele.
"The way you smiled at him, and he at you." I gaze at her, I know thatshe wants to look away from me, the way she is shifting uncomfortably on her seat.
"He's more like family," she whispers.
I nod slightly, satisfied with her response, now, Grey tempt her. Make her want you. I glance down at my blueberry muffin and flex my fingers, deftly peeling back the paper. I can feel her eyes lock on my hands fascinated, or perhaps hungry.
"Do you want some?" I asked, amused with her concentration, smiling at her.
"No thanks." She frowns and stares back down at her hands again.
"And the boy I met yesterday, at the store. He's not your boyfriend?" I want to know, before I get in too deep. If she has a boyfriend I'll back away.
"No. Paul's just a friend. I told you yesterday." She shakes her head softly. "Why do you ask?"
"You seem nervous around men." I say honestly. Or perhaps it's just you she's nervous around, Grey.
"I find you intimidating." She flushes scarlet. Holy shit. She is taken by me. I take an intake of breath... this is too much.
"You find me intimidating," I nod, trying to wrap my head around those words. I intimidate her. "You're very honest. Please don't look down. I like to see you face." Automatically she glances up at me; I give her an encouraging but wry smile. "It gives me some sort of clue what you might be thinking," I breathe. "You're a mystery, Miss Steele. A complete an utter mystery. A dirty little secret I want to reveal.
"There's nothing mysterious about me."
"I think you're very self-contained," I murmur. "Except when you blush, of course, which is often. I just wish I knew what you were blushing about." I pop a small piece of muffin into my mouth that was crumbling beneath my fingers and begin chewing slowly, not taking my eyes off her. Then as on cue, I see her cheeks turn a shade of pink darker. There it is.
"Do you always make such personal observations?"
"I hadn't realized I was. Have I offended you?" I say surprised, yet smiling.
"No." She answers.
"Good."
"But you're very high-handed," I raise my eyebrows and I flush as warmth begins to fill my cheeks.
"I'm used to getting my own way, Anastasia," I murmur. "In all things." I want to get you in my playroom, Miss Steele. I am determined for this to happen.
"I don't doubt it. Why haven't you asked me to call you by your first name?" What the fuck am I supposedto say to that? Because I like it when you call me Mr. Grey. The conversation is getting far too serious way too fast.
"The only people who use my given name are my family and a few close friends. That's the way I like it." I say truthfully. She sips her tea deep in thought over something or another. I'd give anything to read her thoughts.
I place another bit of my muffin into my mouth, and ask "Are you an only child?" Changing the conversation slightly.
"Yes." You're not getting out of this so easily, Miss Steele. Want me.
"Tell me about your parents."
"My mom lives in Georgia with her new husband Bob. My stepdad lives in Montesano."
"Your father?" I ask even though I already know the answer. See I like taking an interest in you, Miss Steele. Give me what I want.
"My father died when I was a baby." Flash back of the crack whore sprawled on the coach comes to mind, though my experience of hunger and being burnt and abused as a young boy has scared me for years.
"I'm sorry," I mutter, trying to keep my face a closed book.
"I don't remember him."
"And your mother remarried."
"You could say that." She snorts.
I frown; doesn't she realize how lucky she is? Give into me, Miss Steele. Answer my questions. "You're not giving much away, are you?" I say dryly, I reach up and scratch my chin.
"Neither are you," she says smirking at me, Oh Miss Steele, that smart mouth of yours.
"You've interviewed me once already, and I can recollect some rather probing questions then." I smirk back, recalling the inappropriate 'Gay' comment, however I'd love to show her how heterosexual I really am. She blushes again, obviously embarrassed by the question herself.
"My mom is wonderful. She's an incurable romantic. She's currently on her fourth husband," I blink at her in surprise. She opened up to me. Told me what I wanted to hear. Why?
"I miss her," she continues. "She has Bob now. I just hope he can keep an eye on her and pick up the pieces when her hare-brained schemes don't go as planned." She smiles fondly to herself, thinking. I watch her curiously, taking occasional sips of my coffee that is starting to go cold in front of me.
"Do you get along with your stepfather?" I ask.
"Of course, I grew up with him. He's the only father I know."
"And what's he like?"
"Ray? He's… taciturn." Is that all she is going to give me? Taciturn like you, Miss Steele? Likes, Dislikes Miss Steele. Give me answers.
"That's it?" I ask with a surprise expression. She shrugs blinking at me.
"Taciturn like his step-daughter," I prompt. She just continues to stare at me before; a small smile playsat the corners of her lips.
"Yes. My mom met Husband Number Three when I was fifteen. I stayed with Ray." I don't understand… why stay with the step-father over her mother? I frown in disbelief.
"Tell me about your parents," She asks, as if we are playing some sort of game of 20 questions. Feisty, Miss Steele. So eager for answers. I shrug.
"My dad's a lawyer, my mom is a pediatrician. They live in Seattle." Not much of a back story to my adoptive parents, they're family I suppose.
"What do your siblings so?"
"Elliot's in construction and my little sister is in Paris, studying culinary arts under some renowned French chef." I'm suddenly irritated, why do I have to talk about my family, she is a maybe-future-submissive for Christ sake. Grey, fucking get a grip.
"I hear Paris is lovely," she whispers quietly. Glancing down at the table again.
"It's beautiful. Have you ever been?" I ask softly, wanting her to look at me.
"I've never left mainland USA." She says speaking down at the table. Please look at me, Anastasia.
"Would you like to go?"
Her eyes drift to mine. "To Paris?" she squeaks. "Of course, but it's England that I'd really like to visit."
I cock my head to one side, tracing my index finger across my lip teasing her. "Because?" She blinks rapidly at me collecting her thoughts.
"It's the home of Shakespeare, Austen, the Bronte sisters, Thomas Hardy. I'd like to see the places that inspired those people to write such wonderful books." I smile at her, her enthusiasm is infectious, her commitment in the words are full of beauty as she describes the place where she wants to be. Please be mine, Miss Steele. Your smart mouth and brilliant mind needs to be mine.
She glances down at her watch and back at me, "I'd better go. I have to study." Please don't go yet!
"For your exams?" I say curiously dumb-founded.
"Yes. They start Tuesday."
"Where's Miss Kavanagh's car?"
"In the hotel parking lot."
"I'll walk you back."
"Thank you for the tea, Mr. Grey." I smile brightly at her, Oh Miss Steele, Thank you.
"You're welcome, Anastasia. It's my pleasure. Come," I command, leading her out of the coffee shop, my hand once again in hers, she takes it automatically. And once again the shivers run up and down my spine. Strange.
"Do you always wear jeans?" I ask her, she would look incredible in a tight skirt. Mmm, Miss Steele, oh fuck me please.
"Mostly." She answers and I reply a simple nod. I look ahead at the road, should I ask to meet her again?
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she blurts out grabbing my attention. She seems embarrassed by the question, I look down at her. Looking into her eyes, I quirk a small half-smile amused at the question.
"No, Anastasia. I don't do the girlfriend thing." I say softly, I fuck hard, Miss Steele. I have Submissives. I want you to be one.
She pulls out of my hand eager to get away, just like that she stumbles and trips headlong onto the road, I grab her hand yanking her hard so she doesn't fall. "Shit, Ana!" I cry. A cyclist whips past, narrowly missing her, heading the wrong way up the one way street. It happened so fast, one moment she's eager to leave and now she's in my arms. A first Mr. Grey?
"Are you okay?" I whisper. My arm is wrapped round her making her steady on her feet, clasping her to me. The fingers of my other hand softly trace her face, she's so soft… My thumb trails along her bottom lip, I inhale deeply, so beautiful. Such a beautiful mouth… I'm staring into her eyes, and she in mine, I feel anxious wanting to get away, get out of this situation, yet I want to stay. I want to kiss her, but that's not who I am. Oh, Miss Steele what I going to do with you?
