I seem to have accidentally deleted the explanation in regards to Anastasia being recognized as Anastasia instead of Rosie, basically as I didn't want to make a big deal of it Grace was supposed to call her Anastasia and her realize that Christian must have said something so she didn't end up in an awkward position, I don't know how I deleted it or why but I obviously changed that and forgot to put it back in. Rookie error I'm afraid.

It's 7am at the moment but I fell asleep early last night and forgot to upload! So before I head out...

Chapter 5

It was Friday and Ana hadn't heard anything from Christian since dinner at his parents' house on Wednesday. She had thought it had gone well. They'd laughed and had a good time around the table and she had actually felt disappointed when it was time to leave.

Maybe Christian had realized it hadn't been a good idea to take her to his parents' home. They both, Carrick and Grace, clearly thought there was something big going on between Christian and Ana. Even Ana was starting to wonder if maybe there was a chance there was something developing.

Mia had kindly told Ana that Christian had asked for her help in choosing Ana's emerald dress. That he had wanted it to be perfect for her and had asked the only person he knew for help. Ana had been so surprised to learn that but then she remembered her first thought about the shoes last night, that he had chosen them knowing she owned a cheap pair of similar style.

He had been so good to her, so kind and sweet, never really treating her like a second class citizen. He'd called her beautiful, more than once. It was starting to mess with her head. She couldn't wait for Kate to get in touch, the same Kate sunning it up in Abu Dhabi with a client.

She needed advice, she needed her best friend.

Just before Ana logged out of her email for lunch, she noticed an email waiting for her.

From: Christian Grey
To: Anastasia Steele

Would you join me for dinner this evening? You can wear what you want. I'll pay the same as last night.

Christian Grey
CEO Grey Enterprise Holdings Inc.

Dinner. Dinner with Christian Grey… again. Of course he was mentioning pay again, which told Ana he hadn't cleared it with the agency but would pay her to be there… she no longer wanted to be paid, she wanted to be there because he wanted her there, he wanted her company and she quietly admitted she wanted his. The money however was becoming useful, she was able to do some online shopping and get some more clothing for work, some a little bit more expensive than she was used to. Maybe it would increase the kind of client she would be promoted to by the agency.

From: Anastasia Steele
To: Christian Grey

I would love to.

Ana x

She hadn't even sat back in her seat when her email pinged again.

From: Christian Grey
To: Anastasia Steele

Taylor will collect you at 6.30.

Christian Grey
CEO Grey Enterprise Holdings Inc.

That evening, Taylor drove Ana alone. He wouldn't say where they were going or why Christian wasn't in the car. All he said was that he had his instructions. Ana was nervous, she had a feeling and a bad feeling at that.

She was glad she had the opportunity to pop into Urban Outfitters during her lunch hour. She'd chosen an ivory lace dress that rested nicely on her thigh without revealing her butt. It had a high neckline, hiding her bust entirely and the lace cut sleeves gave the dress that something extra in the back. The reason Ana had chosen the dress was the back. It was all lace, revealing her skin beneath it and there was a huge space where no fabric stood, completely leaving her skin free. She'd pared the dress with the shoes and purse that Christian had given her, the Yves Saint Laurent ones.

They pulled up outside the Fairmont Olympic Hotel and Ana's eyes met Taylor's in the rear view mirror. She didn't know what to think, what to expect.

"I'm meeting him here?" She asked, just checking to be sure.

"Yes. Ask at the desk for him, they'll take you up." Taylor explained. She just looked, unsure whether to even get out of the car.

"Ok." She eventually stated opening the door. "Thanks Taylor."

"No problem Miss Steele." He replied completely stoic. She couldn't read him, she didn't know whether he was seeing this as a good thing or a bad thing.

She walked confidently into the hotel, trying to hide all elements of nerves that were circling within her. Once through the door, Ana knew she had walked into somewhere she didn't belong. It was incredible and screamed wealth. Of course it was classic, not modern. An old looking patterned carpet on the floor, all carved wood.

Spotting the marble desk, she knew she needed to go straight over and stop admiring her surroundings, she didn't want to look out of place here. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention to herself.

"Can I help you?" The young woman behind the desk asked, a false smile plastered over her face.

"I'm here to see Mr. Christian Grey, I believe he's expecting me." Ana managed, though she wasn't sure how, she felt like her mouth was full of cotton balls.

"Name?"

"Anastasia Steele."

"Yes, you're on the list. I'll fetch Morgan to take you up. One moment please." She replied and Ana managed a small nod as the woman smiled and turned away.

Up in the cascade suite Christian Grey was nervously pacing the floor. He had come to the realization that what he and Ana had was no longer enough and he was about to approach a subject with her that could all blow up in his face. Christian didn't normally get nervous, he was a wealthy business man because he ran on instinct and gut and made wise decisions. However, this was something else, he wasn't so confident in this, he wasn't sure if this would be a wise decision or not.

When there was a knock on the door, he stopped pacing and glared at it, he couldn't believe she was here and that he was about to do this. Slowly he moved across the floor, not sure whether he was making the right decision or not. For the first time in as long as he could remember, Christian Grey was scared.

"Mr. Grey, Miss Steele." Morgan the bellboy announced. Christian removed a fifty dollar bill from his pocket and handed it over.

"Thank you Morgan." Christian replied as Anastasia stepped from behind the bellboy. "Anastasia." Her name just escaped from his lips without permission. She smiled shyly, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She looked incredible, even though Christian knew that the dress she wore wasn't what he would have her in, it was some cheap material, something that she had bought for herself with her measly wages from either the agency or the publishing house. "Come in." He managed as Morgan walked away.

Anastasia quietly stepped into the room, she had freaked when she had realized they weren't going to the dining room to eat and now she was more lost than she ever could have imagined. Why the hell had Christian bought her to a suite?

"You look wonderful." He told her, standing there feeling very uncomfortable, he still couldn't wrap his head around what he was doing.

"You don't look so bad yourself." She quipped, her tongue wiping her bottom lip to wet it after she spoke, she was dry with nerves.

"I took the liberty of ordering dinner, it will be here in half an hour but first I thought we could talk." Christian stated.

"Ok." Ana managed to reply, she hoped that this talk wasn't going to be what she feared it was as gut instinct was now telling her to run, leave and her gut was hardly ever wrong.

Christian signaled to the cream couch in the center of the room, Ana moved trying to appear more confident that she was feeling while Christian fetched her a drink from the mini bar.

Ana admired the room they were in. It was truly breathtaking. There was a fireplace directly in front of her, filled with lit candles on stands. There were two matching chairs either side of the couch she was seated on and a blue chair jut beside the fireplace. There was a black piano in the corner and Ana loved the shine that reflected off it.

Outside the night was starting, the sky darkening causing the room to brighten as the lights reacted as needed. To her right, Ana could see a long dining table, where hopefully she and Christian would be sitting down to eat soon and to her left, she could see a desk with some paperwork there, Christian clearly had bought work here with him.

She wasn't planning on seeing the bedroom or rooms as she believed this room would have, she would be leaving tonight after dinner and nothing Christian could say or do could persuade her otherwise.

When he came to her with a glass of wine, she took it muttering a thank you as she tried to regain control of her racing thoughts. Christian chose to take the chair to her right, he was looking at her, his gray eyes unreadable.

"Ana there is something I need to discuss with you. Before I do I have to remind you that you have signed a Non-Disclosure Agreement, you cannot breathe a word of this conversation to anyone." Christian stated, his voice firm and crisp. Ana simply nodded, she couldn't find her own voice.

"I know at the Escort Agency there is talk about Additional Services…" Christian stated making Ana's stomach fall, she'd been right about where this conversation was going and now she felt sick to the stomach. "…I know it's something many of the girls do on the side, for bonuses and it isn't something that is a part of your job description."

"Christian, Mr. Grey… I…" Ana had to take a deep breath. "I can see where this conversation is going but please, I'm not a common prostitute don't categorize me as one." She managed to choke.

Christian simply nodded, he wasn't categorizing her as one, he would never believe that Anastasia was a common prostitute.

"The thing is Anastasia I'm not looking for a prostitute. Far from it." He stated and Ana nodded, maybe this conversation was not going where she had first thought. "Ana, I have particular tastes and needs, one that not many people can satisfy…"

Ana could see Christian playing with the brandy glass in his hand, he was as nervous as she was and she could see that now, he was given it all away.

"I am a Dominant Anastasia." He stated but Ana just looked. Of course, she had no idea what that meant. "I only have sexual partners who are submissive."

"What does that mean?" Anastasia asked feeling quite confused. She knew what the words meant but she didn't have any idea what they meant in a sexual context.

"My sexual partners are selected because they will do as I say and as I require of them. I don't have plain sex. I perform scenes that cause sexual gratification for myself and my play partner. That often includes pain, giving the submissive pain through spanking or other sex toys. They do as I say and they will receive pleasure, they disobey me and they will receive a punishment."

Ana's mouth was wide open, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Pain, pleasure, punishment. They weren't words she thought would be placed together to talk about sex. Pleasure yes, she always thought sex was about pleasure but pain and punishment?

"I want you as my submissive Anastasia, I want you to do as I tell you, I want you to want me to give you pleasure, I want you to want to please me." Christian continues, unaware of the panic that rushed through Anastasia's mind and body. "I don't want you to do it because I'm paying you as an Escort, normally I wouldn't even use an Escort for anything more than company, my submissives are other people who are in this lifestyle and I do not pay them but if you would want them to be a part of your Additional Services then I would pay you, I want you."

"Submissive?" Ana asked still horrified. "Do as you say, want to please you? That sounds like you're looking for a sex slave!"

"Ana…"

"No. That's my answer Christian. Absolutely not."

"You haven't even listened to what it would involve." Christian argued, he was getting upset now, Ana was way overreacting.

"I don't want to listen, what you've said is enough for me to know that my answer is no, I won't be your sex slave or your submissive, you won't punish me for disobeying you…"

"Ana…" He was getting cross. "You're making it into something it's not, it is no worse than selling your body which is the road you're on anyway."

Ana's gasp filled the room. She placed her glass on the table before it broke in her hand and she stood. Her anger was causing her face to turn red. She approached Christian and he stood to, not wanting the young woman to think she could intimidate her.

She stared into his gray eyes; her's turning darker than ever as she tried to keep her temper in check.

"I am not on the road to selling my body Christian. I have never sold my body. I haven't even had sex." She hissed and while Christian absorbed her words she grabbed her purse and marched out of the room, not even turning back to look at him.