Sorry again for the delay people, my internet connection has been very sucky the past month so whenever I had a chance to upload it didn't work properly! Anyways the wait is over and here it is, the fifth chapter!
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Chapter Five
What a fucking mess… Everyone's fucking staring. I drop down an inch to and grab Ana's waist and cradle her in my arms. I edge my way back through the crowd and into the night, I nod to Taylor as I make my way across the road holding onto Ana securely in my arms. I lay her across the back seat as I make my way to the front with Taylor.
"Where to, Sir?"
"Heathman."
As I enter my penthouse suite, I carry Ana swiftly through the living area into the bedroom. Carefully I remove her socks and jeans. Oh… Ana… my eyes trace down from her face to the tip of her toes. Such a Beautiful girl.
I walk out of the room, suddenly feeling, rather... Happy? With a small smile on my lips, the realisation of seeing Ana again is making this all real. I place the dirty jeans and socks in a laundry bag and hand them to Taylor to send out for laundry. After locating my office in the suite and start up my MacBook. I try and concentrate on quite a few emails regarding failed software for the solar cell phone, but the image of Ana lying in the bedroom with just a her T-Shirt on forces a wicked smile from deep down. Let her know the details first, Grey. She's going to be a Sub Relationship!
After an hour of skimming through various emails, replying and arrange a training session with Claude when I'm back in Seattle. I finally give in, I shut down the Mac and walk into the bedroom again. I remove my shirt and Jeans and fold them over the chair. I walk towards the bed, hesitantly. I pick up a few pillows and hold them under my arm. I sigh, aching to sleep next her. I can't do it. I can't… I walk towards the door and stop suddenly by the sound of my name getting called.
"Anastasia?" I whisper.
Nothing. Silence. Maybe I am overthinking things…
"Christian…" There it is again. Is she awake? I climb into my bed. And just stare. What now, Grey? I smirk in the darkness.. At least you got her in bed. Though tomorrow is going to be a very good day. With one last glance I watch Ana sleeping, her hair covering her face. I turn towards the window and then darkness.
**
The next morning I wake up at 6.44am rather late from my experiences. Then again; No dreams. No nightmares. Strange... I've never slept with someone... ever!
I pull myself out of the bed, with Ana silently snoring. I smile slightly. Grabbing some sweat pants out of the draw and eagerly put them on with a plain grey singlet. Time to let off some steam, Grey.
Glancing quickly at Ana tangled round the duvet, I make my exit into the living area grabbing the phone on the wall, and pressing number 1 for the reception.
"Hello, Jane speaking."
"This is Christian Grey, Penthouse. Please let your personal trainer here at the hotel that I'll down in 15 minutes in the gym."
"Certainly, Sir."
**
A few hours later I head back up to the room, I order two orange juices and pick up some Advil for Anastasia, Let's hope she's hung-over, eh? Spank her for the mess she made last night.
I knock on the door, making sure in case she's changing or awake… This is stupid as Taylor has brought her clothes… idiot. Quickly I retrieve the bag from the living room and suddenly feel nervous for her reaction of being here, not likely to remember me turning up last night, so what, Grey be like hey baby, wanna fuck? I close my eyes and shake off my inappropriate thought, before walking through the door in my sweaty mess. My grey top sticking to my skin. I glance up and find her blue eyes.
"Good morning, Anastasia. How are you feeling?" I smirk, she's staring at me, shell –shock I suppose. My eyes widen apart slightly with amusement.
"Better than I deserve," she mumbles, Ana peeks up at me again as I place the bag of clothes on a chair nearby. Please let me fuck you Ana! I take in her effortless beauty as the morning light from the window hits her face. That hair, those eyes, that mouth….
"How did I get here?" her voice is small, contrite. Interrupting me.
I walk over and sit at the edge of the bed, I slightly hesitate unsure of her reaction. "After you passed out I didn't want to risk the leather upholstery in my car taking you all the way to your apartment. So I brought you here," I reply, Yes Grey why don't you lie just a little to make you feel slightly better about yourself. 'Risk the leather upholstery' my ass!
"Did you put me to bed?"
"Yes" I say, controlling my expression giving nothing away.
"Did I throw up again?" her voice quieter than before.
"No."
"Did you undress me?" she whispers.
"Yes." I raise an eyebrow at her, obvious as she blushes furiously back at me. Such a beautiful colour.
"We didn't," Didn't wha—Oh for Christ sake.
"Anastasia, you were comatose. Necrophilia is not my thing. I like my women sentient and receptive," I reply dryly.
"I'm so sorry." I smile wryly, Why is she sorry, sorry she got drunk… perhaps? Such a wild night.
"It was a very diverting evening. Not one I'll forget in a while." A chuckle escapes my lips, I find i'm now laughing at her.
"You didn't have to track me down with whatever James Bond stuff you're developing for the highest bidder," she snaps, I stare at her again surprised by the outburst and I feel slightly hurt. If it wasn't for me she would of ended up in that boys bed not mine!
"Firstly, the technology to track cell phones is available over the Internet. Secondly, my company does not invest or manufacture any kind of surveillance devices, and thirdly, if I hadn't come to get you, you'd probably be waking up in the photographer's bed, and from what I can remember, you weren't overly enthused about him pressing his suit," I say acidly.
Again she looks up at me, I am now glaring at her, aggrieved. Though seconds passed and a musical sound of her laugh fills my ears. "Which medieval chronicle did you escape from?" she giggles again and it sends a pure please down to my groin. "You sound like a courtly knight." And just like that my mood shifts altogether, she brought my barriers back up and my whole body softens.
"Anastasia, I don't think so. Dark knight maybe." I'm dark Ana, you would run off screaming. My – I shake my head removing such irrevelant thoughts from my mind. Now is so not the time for those memories. And it occurs to me did she even eat last night? "Did you eat last night?" she shakes her head and my crunch down on my teeth, they slightly scrap together as my jaw tightens.
"You need to eat. That's why you were so ill. Honestly Anastasia, its drinking rule number one." I run my hand through my hair, frustrated. I tense up slightly again. Does this girl not understand the aspects of starvation? Of course she doesn't she hasn't lived through it!
"Are you going to scold me?" Wait... What?
"Is that what you think I'm doing?"
"I think so," Oh baby you haven't seen nothing yet!
"You're lucky I'm just scolding you."
"What do you mean?" Should I just tell her?
"Well, If you were mine, you wouldn't be able to sit down for a week after that stunt you pulled yesterday. You didn't eat, you got drunk, you put yourself at risk." I close my eyes, what if she got hurt? I picture her lying down in some gutter her hair messed up in vomit and other unmentionables, not moving just a cold shell... like the crack whore.. I shudder and open my eyes again, glaring at her. "I hate to think what could have happened to you."
"i would have been fine. I was with Kate." She says scowling at me. Ah... Kate. Yes Miss Kavanaugh would of been there with you, with her tongue stuck down my brothers throat. Then there's the matter of that boy!
"And the photographer?" I snap at her.
"José just got out of line." She shrugs like last night was no big deal, that this boy basically sexually abused her and she has no problem with it.
"Well the next time he gets out of line, maybe someone should teach him some manners." I would so like to teach that kid a fucking lesson.
"You are quite the disciplinarian," she hisses. Hmmm you have no idea, baby.
"Oh, Anastasia, you have no idea." I narrow my eyes and grin wickedly at my inside knowledge. It seems to put her off hand, she is gazing at me with such amusement.
All of a sudden I really need a shower, this sticky mess I'm in is getting a little much.
"i'm going to have a shower. Unless you'd like to shower first?" I cock my head to the side, grinning. Or perhaps together? I can hear her heart bouncing against her chest. I grin wider, and reach over and run my thumb down the side of her right cheek, effortlessly making its way across her soft lower lips. Mmmm please let me bite this lip, Anastasia. "Breathe, Anastasia," I whisper, and rise of the edge of the bed. "Breakfast will be here in fifteen minutes. You must be famished." I turn from her and head into the bathroom. I take out my cell that's placed in the pocket of my jogging bottoms and phone Taylor to make sure breakfast would be ready in fifteen.
I step into the warm shower, thinking about Ana there in that bed and all I want to do is leave and fuck her brains out. But I can't. Not without this agreement and a NDA also. I can't have her selling stories about me. She's the only girl; deem to be a submissive to make me so frustrated with her actions. She's crazy, beautiful, and bright. She's like the sun, covering and making everyone stare at the beauty even if you're not meant to.
I step out of the shower, and grab a towel hanging on the wired rack and wrap it round my waist. I emerge from the bathroom, to find Ana running around aimlessly searching for something, though I'm guessing. Her clothes.
"if you're looking for your jeans, I've sent them to the laundry." She's standing there in just her t-shirt, an original Anastasia Steele, bed-fuck look is mind-blowing. "They were splattered with your vomit."
"Oh." She flushes scarlet.
"I sent Taylor out for another pair and some shoes. They're in the bag on the chair."
"um… I'll have a shower." She mutters awkwardly, making her way to the bathroom, my eyes follow her as she makes her way out of the room and closes the door.
I begin to pace around the room, I hear the water pouring out of the shower head. She's naked in that room, Grey. I shiver with anticipation, I want her so badly. I want to taste her in my mouth. I want her to fuck her little smart mouth of hers... I want I want. Interrupted by a knock on the door, I open it to find Taylor standing there announcing that breakfast has arrived. I nod and close the door, grabbing a pair of jeans and white linen shirt. Not really bothered to dress smart, I leave the collar up and cuff links out. Now dressed, I make my way out of the bedroom, grabbing my blackberry and simply text Elliot.
** Lelliot,
Good Night?
Tell Miss Kavanagh that Anastasia is safe.
Christian **
I sit at the table and scrim through the new emails from work, data protection, new ventures… the usual. Everything I can do later. Shit, Ana. I go back into the bedroom and knock abruptly on the door. "Breakfast is here." I call through the door.
"Okay," she stutters. I grin and go back to the kitchen table.
I pick up the paper and scrim through the business section, profit and losses; particular mergers. And then I see my company sitting firmly up 10% in profits. Good.
"Crap, Kate," Ana croaks, I peek up from the paper to look at her.
"She knows you're here and still alive. I texted Elliot," Oh yes I texted my big manwhore of a brother.
"Sit," I command, pointing to a sit next to mine and the dining table. She makes her way across the room and sits opposite me where I directed. Good. Obey me, Miss Steele. "I didn't know what you liked, so I ordered a selection from the menu." I cock my head to one side and smile apologetically.
"That's very profligate of you," she murmurs, her eyes taking in the food on the table. Orange Juice, Tea, Coffee, Toast, Croissants, Cereal, Omelettes, Pancakes… the selection is endless.
"Yes, it is." I say guiltily.
She opts for pancakes, maple syrup, scrambled eggs and bacon. Her body is pressed against the table as she leans across, her breast angled towards me. I shake of the distraction thoughts.
"Tea?" I ask.
"Yes, please."
I move a tea pot of hot water towards her, and place her teabag of 'Twining's English Breakfast Tea' in the saucer and move that towards her also. I glace up and notice her damp hair, droplets of water staining the collar of her shirt. She could catch the cold. Become ill. Why doesn't she dry it.
"Your hair is very damp," I scold.
"I couldn't find the hairdryer," she mutters, slightly embarrassed. I press my mouth as it forms a hard line, I don't say anything. No need to be pushy.
"Thank you for organizing the clothes." I give a small smile.
"It's a pleasure, Anastasia. That colour suits you." She blushes and stares down at her fingers, embarrassed again.
"You know, you really should learn to take a compliment."
"I should give you some money for these clothes." Is she being fucking serious… I don't want her money, Christ this isn't even a dent in my fortune, hardly touched it. Christ. I glare at her, that offends me if she thinks for a second she is giving me any money back at all.
"You've already given me the books, which, of course, I can't accept. But these clothes, please let me pay you back." She smiles tentatively at me.
"Anastasia, trust me, I can afford it."
"That's not the point. Why should you buy these for me?"
"Because I can," my eyes widen, hoping she'd understand that I can offord this, I won't to buy her things, even something as insufficient as a new pair of jeans and converse.
"Just because you can doesn't mean that you should," I arch an eyebrow at her. I know what it's like to be without. Just want her to accept these small gifts.
"Why did you send me the books, Christian?" Her voice is soft, yet it still alarms me. I put down my cutlery from eating my omelette. What should I say, Baby, I got you those books so I can see you again. Bloody hell she would think I'm mental.
"Well, when you were nearly run over by the cyclist – and I was holding you and you were looking up at me – all kiss me, kiss me, Christian," I pause knowing that I wanted to, but I shrug slightly. "I felt I owed you and apology and a warning." Well that's the half-truth. I run my hand through my hair again. Fuck it. "Anastasia, I'm not a hearts and flowers kind of man, I don't do romance. My tastes are singular. You should steer clear of me." But don't please don't. I close my eyes in defeat and sigh. "There's something about you, though, and I'm finding it impossible to stay away. But I think you've figured that out already."
"Then don't" she whispers, I gasp and eyes widen. Well that wasn't the reaction I was expecting.
"You don't know what you're saying." You really don't Ana, I'm fucked up. I want you. But ah, I'm fucked up.
"Enlighten me, then."
We just sit and gaze at each other. Neither one of us touching our food, and for some reason I'm not hungry. You have to eat.
"You're not celibate then?" she breathes. I laugh as the amusement fills me and my eyes relax.
"No, Anastasia, I'm not celibate." Ha! She thinks your celibate? Fuck. You really need to show this girl a good time Grey.
"What are your plans for the next few day?" I ask, my voice low.
"I'm working today, from midday. " all of a sudden panic consumes her, "What is the time?"
"It's just after ten, you've plenty of time. What about tomorrow?" Come and stay with me Anastasia! My elbows rest on the table as my hand scrims across my chin.
"Kate and I are going to start packing. We're moving to Seattle next weekend, and I'm working at Clayton's all this week."
"You have a place in Seattle already?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"I can't remember the address. It's in the Pike Market District." Just round the corner, well well well…
"Not far from me," I twitch my lips up in a half smile, "So what are you going to do for work in Seattle?"
She stares at me blankly kind of side tracked by all of my questions, well you want to find out when she is available for your needs Mr Grey.
"I've applied for some internships. I'm waiting to hear."
"Have you applied for my company as I suggested?"
She flushes with the briefest shake of the head, "Um… no."
"And what's wrong with my company?" Why doesn't she want to intern at mine… it's a highly recommended business and with a smart mouth and distinct and brave thoughts she would do wonders for the profits and business prospects. I slightly grimance.
"Your company or your Company?" she smirks, toying with me. Her eyes are wide with anticipation.
I smile lightly. "Are you smirking at me, Miss Steele?" I cock my head to one side, amused. She flushes and glances down at her uneaten breakfast. She doesn't look me in the eye but bites down on her lower lip making me tremble with desire.
"I'd like to bite that lip," I say quietly, fuck did I say that out loud?
Shes gasps at me releasing her bottom lip, then quickly swallows. Her breathing quickens as much now that she is panting. I awkwardly squirms in her seat, readjusting herself. Look at the effect you have on her Grey, why would she resist you now. I'm glaring at her, all this frustration is going to my head. I give her an I-want-to-take-you-on-this-dining-table-now look.
"Why don't you?" she challenges quietly, trying not to break the spell between us. No, no no no no no no! I will not touch her without constant. In writing. Documents to show her about my other side of my life. She needs to know. I want her to know.
"Because I'm not going to touch you Anastasia – not until I have your written consent to do so." I smile lightly.
"What does that mean?"
Well the fact that your properly never want to see me again after I reveal my dominant side might scare you off. "Exactly what I say." Sighing, I shake my head amused by all of the questions yet she doesn't know what she's getting herself in for. I clench my hands under the table. "I need to show you, Anastasia. What time do you finish work this evening?"
"About eight." Tonight? Should I show her tonight? Yes.
"Well, we could go to Seattle this evening or next Saturday for your dinner at my place, and I'll acquaint you with the facts then. The choice is yours."
"Why can't you tell me now?" she says sounding petulant. Doesn't she give up.
"Because I'm enjoying my breakfast and your company. Once you're enlightened, you probably won't want to see me again."
I wander what she is thinking about at this second, the possibility of what this is? My secret. She'll enjoy it if she'll agree. She must of slept with a couple of guys. Bastards. Though her experience may be limited. I'll rip her apart, she will scream my name as she climaxes.
I glace up to find Ana blushing. The riddle that is Miss Anastasia Steele is something that won't be forgotten anytime soon, her smart mouth. Her sexy eyes. Her lip biting!
"Tonight."
She's got my attention. She's agreeing to see me again... oh fucking hallelujah. I raise an eyebrow at her.
"Like Eve, you're so quick to eat from the tree of knowledge," I smirk at her.
"Are you smirking at me, Mr Grey?" she says rather too sweetly. I narrow my eyes. Oh game on, Miss Steele. I pick up my blackberry and press number one.
"Taylor. I'm going to need Charlie Tango."
"Yes Sir, From where?"
"From Portland at say twenty-thirty."
"Should I travel back?"
"No, standby at Escala,"
"How long would you need her for?"
"All night."
"Should I keep her on call?"
"Yes. On call tomorrow morning. I'll pilot from Portland to Seattle. Standby pilot from twenty-two-thirty." I end the call and give Anastasia my attention again.
"Do people always do what you tell them?" Oh yes very much Anastasia, and I hope you would soon too.
"Usually, if they want to keep their jobs,"
"And if they don't work for you?"
"Oh, I can be very persuasive, Anastasia. " I lean closer as I make my words sound more seductive and then I glance down at her plate, barely anything has been eaten, just some readjusting on her plate with her fork. "You should finish your breakfast. And then I'll drop you home. I'll pick you up at Clayton's at eight when you finish. We'll fly up to Seattle." I instruct, giving her a play by play of an oral itinerary of events I plan for this evening leaving out of course after the contract signing, the discussion of limits, I want to blow her fucking brains out with mind-blowing sex.
She blinks up at me rapidly, "Fly?"
"Yes, I have a helicopter." She gapes at me once again, "We'll go by helicopter to Seattle?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
I grin wickedly, the flush of excitement lifts my spirits, bringing my passion for flying forward.
"Because I can. Finish your breakfast." I demand.
She doesn't touch her food just staring at the mess on her plate. It's making me uncomfortable, all that wasted food. "Eat," I say again more sharply. "Anastasia, I have an issue with wasted food… eat."
"I can't eat all this." With her hands she gestures to the table.
"Eat whats left on your plate. If you'd eaten properly yesterday, you wouldn't be here, and I wouldn't be declaring my hand so soon." My mouth sets into a grim line, watching her impatiently. I feel anger raising up my spine, my fingers tremble on the dinner cloth. Then she laughs.
"What's so funny?" She shakes her head, not saying anything and keeps her eyes on her food. She swallows her remaining piece of pancake, and peeks up at me.
"Good girl," I say. "I'll take you home when you've dried your hair. I don't want you getting ill." If your ill, baby how can you perform such sexual things for me.
She leaves the table, hesitating slightly before turning away and heading back towards the bedroom. She stops abruptly.
"Where did you sleep last night?" She gazes at me fuck… did she not want me sleeping next to her?
"In my bed," I simply say truthfully.
"Oh."
"Yes, it was quite a novelty for me too." I smile at her.
"Not having… sex." Wait what? Is that what she thinks? Oh lord. She blushes.
"No," I shake my head frowning. "Sleeping with someone." I pick up my newspaper and skim through another article on something fairly boring, trying to get off the current topic. I glance up to find she is gone. Thank god.
I hear the hair dryer turn on. And my blackberry buzzes.
"Ros?"
"Company in Tokyo, wanting two PY7839 Software Systems, updated and mirrored. Only problem is packaging. It will be rather costly. They will present a trail run, if successful they are willing to pay for more."
"They want two... How much would that cost?"
"Roughly, estimated at $50,000 for secure delivery and installation by the experiment team."
"Okay, and what are the safety measures do we have in place?"
"High security parcel packed. Software meltdown V91 is put in place. The usual, Grey."
"And they'll go via Suez… How safe is Ben Sudan?"
"Certainly, Sir would we have it any other way?"
"And when do they arrive in Darfur?"
"As early as next week, Sir."
"Okay, let's do it. Keep me abreast of progress." I hang up. To find Ana waiting at the end of the end of the table.
"Ready to go?"
She nods and I pick up my navy jacket that's hanging over one of the chair. I pick up my car keys and head for the door. "After you, Miss Steele." I murmur, gesturing the door open for her. She pauses drinking me in. Then walks out of the door.
We walk in silence down the corridor towards the elevator. As we wait, she peeks up at me through her lashes, I look down from the corner of my eye. She smiles and I twitch a secret smile back at her.
The elevator arrives, and we step in. We're alone. Suddenly, for some inexplicable reason, possibly out proximity in such an enclosed space, the atmosphere between us changes, charging with electric, exhilarating anticipation. Her breathing alters as her hands begin to tremble. I turn my head to face her, a deep sensation swimming around in my stomach clenching on to every part of my body, shivers swirling through my upper arms. Then she does it again, biting her lip. Fuck it!
"Oh, fuck the paperwork," I growl. I push her up against the edge of the elevator. My hands pushing hers above her head, I pin her against the wall with her hips. I grab her ponytail with my right hand yanking it down to bring her face angled towards mine. Urgently my lips are on hers, forcing my tongue hungrily into her mouth. She moans, which makes me want her even more. I take the full advantage, each kiss makes me want her now, here in this elevator. It can't be like that. But it should. Oh I want her so much! My erection is pressed against her stomach. She tastes like mint.
"You. Are. So. Sweet," I murmur between kisses. Then all of a sudden, the elevator stops, the doors open and I push her away from me leaving her hanging. Though it's having the same effect on me. Three men in business suits enter the elevator with us, they smirk as they climb aboard. I can hear Anastasia's harsh breathing from the other side of the elevator. A noisy, yet compelling sound. I glance out the corner of my eye, and I blow out a gentle victorious samba. The businessmen exit on the second floor. Leaving us with only one floor to travel.
"You've brushed your teeth," I say, staring at her.
"I used your toothbrush," she breathes, she used my toothbrush? Holy fuck. My lips quirk up into a half smile. "Oh, Anastasia Steele, what am I going to do with you?"
The doors open at the first floor, and I take her hand in mine and pulls her out behind me.
"What is it about elevators?" I mutter, the tight space? Connection between souls?
I know for one thing, though as we are leaving the Heathman hotel and into the new day ahead. Tonight is going to be very interesting.
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