An Impromptu Encounter

Christian's POV:

I have been holed in this VIP private room, at the top level of the Opal club after leaving Elliot to 'scope out the talent' as he says. I have tried to focus on answering emails. However, no matter how much I try, I can't get Miss Anastasia Steele out of my mind. Her eyes, her hair and her perfect tight little body.

"Grey" Taylor calls out bringing me back to the moment. He is standing at the door of the room. I briskly nod at him but do not say anything. I don't need to with him.

"Miss Steele has arrived with Miss Kavangh". A salacious grin is forming on my face making Taylor even more suspicious than he currently is, but that doesn't concern me. I pay him generously to do a job which he excels at and for his discretion. He has already seen more than he ever thought possible working for me.

"When Miss Steele is alone, request for her to come up here. There is no need to inform her why, if she doesn't ask. Make sure she is safe and not bothered until then. Take Sawyer with you" Taylor nods and makes a swift exit.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I don't know why I haven't been able to get Anastasia out of my mind. I met her so briefly and only just touched her once, but she has got to me in a way no one has ever. I have tried to get her out of my mind, but this seems to be one task I cannot master. Who would have ever thought it? I Christian Grey, master of his universe and 'he who turns everything into Gold' as quoted recently by Time magazine, cannot accomplish the simple task of forgetting a little blue eyed, brown haired girl. The intoxicating little Miss Steele is exactly my type. But I am painfully aware of how young she is, and I do not know if she will be able to satisfy my needs. I need to decide what my next move, but before that I need to spend some time with Miss Anastasia Steele. I call the fourth floor and tell the restaurant to be on standby with my order.

An hour later, I receive a text message from Taylor telling me that he is on his way up with Miss Steele, and she is unaware she will be meeting me. I realize that seeing me here in my private suite might make her more comfortable as we will be alone. I want her relaxed and able to talk freely. I need her to be open. It is the only way that I will know if she will fit into my world. I go over to the fridge and pull out one of my handpicked wine and take two glasses.

The door opens, and Anastasia walks in. I almost drop the bottle of wine in my hand when I see what she is wearing. I narrow my eyes, and my lips form a tight line. I want to spank her for just wearing that dress. Then a sudden rush of jealousy hit me as I realize that every fucker downstairs was probably eye fucking her in that too short red dress. Jealousy, now that is a new feeling. I have never felt jealousy because I never share. I examine the dress closely, and it shows her off her perfect tight little body. Fuck! I want to take that dress off her. I imagine myself carrying her over my shoulder into to my playroom and punishing her for wearing such an outfit. DAMN! I need the paperwork.

I stand behind Anastasia as she is looking at the room and seemingly unaware of my presence. I enter CEO mode and shield myself.

"Anastasia, you're here," She turns around slowly, and the expression on her face shows me how startled she is. Am I intimidating her already?

"Christian?" Anastasia utters my name for the first time. No one ever calls me by my first name, except my family and Ros.

"Christian?" I murmur my own name, and then my lips form a tight line naturally.

"Yes that is your name" Hhhhmmm, little Miss Steele has a smart mouth on her.

"I am aware of that fact, though not many people dare call me by my first name," I said waiting for her reaction. She starts to fidget staring down at her hands twisting by her side, and before she pulls herself together, I start to write a mental list of ways I can cure her of this little habit.

"What's the problem? You referred to me by my first name" She attempts to say directly though there is a clear tone of uneasiness in her voice. She is fidgeting again and then looks up at me slowly when I don't respond.

"You called me Anastasia. When one person refers to another person by their first name, then it is usually customary that the use of first names is acceptable" It seems that little Miss Steele has a rather smart mouth, and I didn't realize how appealing it was till now. Oh what I could do to that mouth.

"Point well made, Miss Steele"

"Mr Grey, why am I here?" Her feistiness is so arousing that I don't know if I will be able to go the whole evening without having her.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" I am not actually asking her, rather I am telling her, in my usual manner as I ignore her question

"What?" Anastasia looks confused and ready to run. I change my tone immediately.

"Wine, it is very good. I chose it myself from my personal selection"

"You want to have a drink with me?" She asks to clarify, obviously bewildered by my request.

"Yes" But that is only the beginning of what I want to do with you. "Can I pour you a glass?"

"No." She says bitterly

"No?" I ask to clarify.

"That is what I said. NO. It's a simple word that means not at all or a negative used to express dissent, denial, or refusal"

"You have a very smart mouth Miss Steele; did anyone ever tell you that?"

"You are very rude; Mr. Grey did anyone ever tell you that?" Anastasia responds.

"No. Most people are smart enough not to get on my bad side." I respond.

"I am not most people"

"No, you are not Miss Steele. You are one in a million. No, you are one in a billion. Has anyone ever told you that you are possibly the most beautiful woman in the world?" Anastasia's shocked expression speaks volumes. I don't think I have ever said anything like that before.

"Please have a seat" Ana is about to comply but then stands up again.

"Why am I here?" Anastasia inquires.

"Please sit Miss Steele" My voice is demanding, and I am trying to exhibit considerable control, so my dominant side doesn't come out.

"I could just leave" She points out. Strangely I feel torn at this possibility I don't want her to go. She cannot go.

"Do you want to leave?"

"I want to check on my friend, Katherine Kavangah. You know the young college student that you treated inappropriately after she interviewed you" She hisses at me.

"I treat people as they deserve" I respond as harshly as she just spoke.

"I am sure you think just that"

"She asked me if I am gay" I apprise her.

"Well are you?" Fuck my palm is getting so twitchy that I may not be able to contain myself.

"Would you be upset if I told you yes?" I run my index finger along my lips as I examine her response.

"NO!"

"I think you are lying" I rebut

"Then you are a pathetic judge of character, Mr Grey. I am surprised you have done so well in your business."

"Oh what I would like to do to that smart mouth of yours." I murmur.

"You can't just go around saying things like that." Anastasia hisses

"You shouldn't go around wearing clothes like that. I see more of you than that outfit hides." I scold her.

"Then don't look" She replies angrily, but I know that dress is not her normal style.

"I am going to go and to check on Kate." Anastasia get up, but I grab her hand.

"Don't go. Please don't go. I will have someone check on your friend. I promise that she will be cared for."

"Give me one good reason not to leave" Anastasia challenges me.

"Because you are curious!" I reply simply and thankfully it works.

I text Sawyer to check on Miss Kavanagh and then I finally pour two glasses of wine. I pass Miss Steele her glass, in the hope that I will get a chance to touch her again. I raise my glass and wait for Anastasia to have a drink first.

"It's delicious. Thank you"

"An actual compliment from you, I am flattered. You're welcome. How much have you eaten, tonight?" I investigate, wondering if I should change my order. I detest food being wasted.

"I haven't eaten." I narrow my eyes at her casual disclosure, especially as I take note of her flushed cheeks making it obvious she has been drinking. She is also extremely thin; there is no way she would be able to hold her alcohol without eating. I wonder how much she has already had to drink.

"But you have been drinking."

"Yes …. So?"

"You shouldn't drink without eating" I soften my tone as I watch her reaction, I don't want to frighten her off but my natural tendencies make me want to scold her.

"What is it to you what I've eaten or if I am drunk?" Anastasia inquires almost accusing me. I run my hands through my hair and narrow my eyes at her, successfully intimating her.

"I just wasn't hungry before we left our apartment that is all." Ana mumbles

Anastasia is startled by a knock at the door, and a few moments later the side door opening. It is the waiter from upstairs. For some reason, I am unable to take my eyes of the delectable Miss Steele.

The entrée are put in front of us, and I eagerly commence to eat, but notice Anastasia fails to even pick up her fork.

"Miss Steele, please eat. The chef upstairs is exceptionally talented."

"I am sure he is. Mr Grey, are we having dinner together?"

"Yes" I reply.

"So what is this? Some weird impromptu date?" I inquire bewildered

"No, Miss Steele, I don't date. This is just dinner. Eat." I tell her sternly, but she pushes her plate away from her like a child. It takes a great deal of control to not, throw her over my knee and turn her beautiful ass a shade of pink.

"Please Anastasia you need to eat. I don't want you to be hungry" I say as soft as I can manage.

"I'm not hungry" Anastasia stands firms.

"Why do you care?" Anastasia inquires. I cock my head to the side and my eyes widen.

"I don't know" I reply honestly. For a second, I feel almost vulnerable and confused. However this feeling is short-lived as I take control of my emotions. "Please Anastasia, eat"

Finally, she picks up her fork and takes small bites. I relax some thankful that she is at least eating something.

"You just used my first name again" she points out.

"I know." I acknowledge.

"Then I can refer to you as Christian in the moment." Anastasia bites back.

"No. Only family and a few others call me by my first name. I prefer it that way."

"Then how do you wish me to refer you to?" A large smile forms on my face at her question.

"Miss Steele, are you saying that you want to see me again"

"I don't think I have even said that I want to see you now." Anastasia refutes.

"You are extremely challenging. So different from any other women in the past, but I think I might like a challenge." I say out loud. It is going to be so much fun testing her limits, and that damn short red dress she is wearing is causing me to think up thousands of different scenes I want to try on her.

"Excuse me?" Anastasia says practically choking on her food.

"Why am I excusing you?" I comment playfully. Fuck I want her. I just need to touch her and see if I feel the same feeling I did at the graduation.

"I am over this song and dance you have going. Can you just tell me what do you want from me, and why did you bring me up here?"

"I wanted to see you."

"So now that you have seen me, and achieved you objective, I am off." Anastasia gets up and swiftly moves towards the door. I jump up from my chair and grab her arm, but it makes her lose her balance forcing me to put my arms around her. I hold her close to me, and I can smell her scent. It is as intoxicating. I want to bury my nose in her hair, and there it is again. I didn't expect to feel it again, but the same feeling is there. I know for sure now that I need to be with Anastasia Steele. She has got to be mine.

"Can you feel that?" I ask Anastasia.

"No," She lies. Miss Steele's facial expression gives away just how much she feels the electric current between us.

"I need to go. Thank you for the wine and food, Mr Grey" She says politely as if we have just met at a high society ball.

"You have only had your entree and even then you have had very little." I remind and reprimand her at the same time. "I have ordered dinner and desert for you also."

"No, thank you. Congratulations on your new club. It is extremely impressive." Anastasia then does something no woman has ever done, she turns and walks out.

Anastasia POV:

Quickly I run down the stairs as if my life depended on it, relieved to find Kate at the bar with that blonde curly haired guy she was dancing with. Both of them a little too close to each other.

"Ana. Where have you been?" Kate asks soon as she sees me.

"Bartender, can I have a gin and tonic, no forget that. I want vodka." I tell him before I answer Kate. "Actually make it a double!" I take the glass and drink it down in one gulp. The clear liquid burns as it runs down my throat.

"Can I have another one?" I tell the bartender who quickly fulfills my request. I drink the second glass down quickly again. It goes straight to my head, and I try to shake off the unusual feeling.

"Steele!" I look over at my best friend and notice she is looking at me like she doesn't even know me. "Where have you been and what's happened? Are you okay?" Kate asked alarmed.

"I am fine. I don't even want to talk about" I am not sure if it is because of the look on my face or if it is her hot looking male companion, but for the first time ever, Kate decides not to start her usual inquisition

"Hi my name is Elliott."

"Ana. Nice to meet you"

"We are both ready to leave. Are you?" This is code for Kate to let me know that her companion is going to be coming home with us. Trust my gorgeous best friend to pick up the hottest guy in the club after only being in Seattle for under forty-eight hours.

I am more than ready to leave." The last thing I want to do is hang around this club and run into Christian Grey again.

"Brilliant. If luck is on our side, we might get a cab without having to wait too long," Kate comments.

"I just want to tell my brother I'm leaving. I think he is upstairs."

"Don't take too long," Kate says almost pouting at Elliot.

"I won't" Elliot kisses Kate in the most passionate kiss I have ever seen. I don't know whether to be jealous or embarrassed. Kate can't take her eyes off him.

"Get a room!" I tell Kate.

"We intend to" Kate has the most devious look on her face. "Isn't he the most incredible guy you have ever seen? I bet he is going to be fantastic in bed! Don't you think?"

"Kate, I don't know..." I sigh. "So I am making breakfast for three tomorrow?"

"Please!" Kate says practically batting her eyebrows.

Elliot catches up with us just as our cab turns up.

"Did you see your brother?" Kate questions

"Yes I did, and he is going to pick me up tomorrow". There was a strange look on Elliot's face as he told us about his brother's gesture, but I can't put my finger on it. Maybe it is just Elliot.

"Tell your brother not to pick up early. I believe we may have a rather enthralling night ahead of us" Kate says getting a little too close to him.

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It is almost nine in the morning, when I wake up later than usual. It was so hard to fall asleep last night. All I thought about was my strange encounter with Christian Grey and what on earth that was about.

I start to feel the effects of last night alcohol consumption and my stomach rumbles. I get up and begin to cook breakfast. I know Kate and Elliot had more to drink than I did, so a proper breakfast will the three of us some good.

"Good Morning Ana" Kate looks as bright as a summer day.

"Katherine, you look very chipper," I say raising my eyebrows at her.

"Steele I have had the most remarkable night. WOW! WOW! WOW! MR. Elliot... Shit" Kate cusses.

"What?" I ask

"I don't even know what his last name is?"

"You don't?" I ask shocked! I know Kate has been with numerous of guys, but this is bad!

"No, but I don't think I even told him my last name either." Kate shrugs. I am about to give her a lecture, when Elliot comes out. He is wearing Kate's white robe and makes a beeline for Kate.

"Hey you weren't in bed, when I woke up"

"Sorry. I was out here talking to Ana. She is making breakfast are you hungry?" Kate asks.

"Famished. However; I should tell you that my brother is on his way to pick me up. It was his text message that woke us up"

"Already? No, don't leave just yet" Kate whines but then looks at me, and I know she is getting an idea. "Invite your brother up. Tell him to join us for breakfast."

"I doubt that he will agree. My brother is not overly social." Elliot explains.

"At least ask him" Kate requests. My best friend is practically holding her breath as Elliot concentrates on texting his brother. A few seconds later the cell phone beeps and Elliot's looks surprised.

"Well that is a first. He says yes and will be here in five minutes. Which means I better get dressed, or I will never hear the end of this" Elliot says as he dances his way back to the bedroom in Kate's robe.

"I bet Elliot's brother is a hottie like him. It might be your lucky day Steele." Kate murmurs scandalously. I feel my face start to warm up as I contemplate her words. I actual hope she is right.

The buzzer downstairs rings and Elliot, now dressed, goes to collect his brother. I quickly fix my hair in the reflection of the silver kettle, but it is useless. I return to putting the finishing touched on breakfast.

"Kate and Ana this is my brother, Christian Grey' Elliot announces. I turn around and nearly faint when I see it is Christian Grey. NO! It can't be. Kate and I both give each other an intense stare.

"Christian Grey is your brother? You are Elliot Grey?" Kate inquires.

"Yes." Elliot is unaware of why Kate and I are shocked, but looks at us curiously when we react.

"Ladies, it is wonderful to see you both again," Christian says politely.

"Hang on Kate, your Katherine Kavanagh and Ana, are you Ms. Steele? Elliot says finally putting the pieces together.

"Yes." I confirm.

"Did you plan this?" I interrogate Christian.

"Not at all, Ms. Steele! It is simply a fortunate coincidence. Can I still stay for breakfast or should I take my brother home?"

"No, you can both stay. Can't they Ana?" Kate asks now standing next to me. She is gripping my hand tightly, practically begging me.

"Fine." I relent.

"Excellent. Elliot and I will just get ready. Give us a few minutes." Kate says making up an excuse. I watch as they both quickly head off to her bedroom, leaving Christian Grey and I alone once more. I turn around and glare at him.

"I know you had something to do with this" I hiss.

"I promise you Anastasia, I had nothing to do with this at all. Trust me if I could, I would change the circumstances we are in right now. I value my privacy!" Christian replies as if he has been put out heavily. He commences to take slow but measured steps towards me.

"I don't understand." Christian is right in front of me now and runs his finger on the outline of my lip. "You have an incredible mouth. I bet you couldn't even imagine what I would like to do with it. Oh Miss Steele, the thing I could do with you" Christian's voice is so hypnotic and seductive that I am almost butter in his hands.

Kate's bedroom door creaks open behind us, instantly popping the bubble we just unexpectedly found ourselves in. Christian has quickly moved away and looks as if nothing has happened at all. I would give him a piece of my mind or at least a nasty look, but I don't want to get Kate' suspicious.

"Ana and Christian are you both ready for Breakfast?" Kate asks.

"I am. Miss Steele, are you ready?" I am Miss Steele again. This man is the most mercurial man I have ever met!

"Yes I am."

"Excellent. As a thank you, why don't I take you all out after breakfast? There is something I want to show my brother, and I think you two ladies will enjoy it as well" Christian proposes.

"I am in" Kate responds gripping Elliot tighter.

"Ms. Steele, Are you in?" Christian inquires. I look at Christina, and there is something a little strange about him. He seems a little cold, when only a few minutes he was on fire. Oh shit, I think I finally understand what is going on!

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