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Christian sat in the back of the SUV and waited. He didn't want to enter the restaurant without her. He tapped his fingers on his knee. He didn't understand why he was so nervous. He wasn't even this nervous when he made his first deal that set him on the path he is on now. She made him feel things that he didn't know he could feel. He was always told love wasn't for people like him, someone cold, with no heart.

"Sir, Ms. Steele just pulled up in Mr. Trevelyan's car."

"At least she didn't drive that death trap."

He watched as she sat in the car for a few minutes. He wondered what she was doing. The door opened and she got out. He swallowed hard. She looked fucking amazing in the dress. It hugged her body like a glove. Without waiting for Taylor, he opened the door and started walking toward her, drawn like a magnet. He watched her stumble and moved to catch her before she fell. She fell right into his arms. He felt her stiffen until she looked up.

"Christian." She breathed.

"Are you ok, Ana?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. Sometimes I can be a klutz."

"I'm just glad I was here to catch you." he said. "Are you ready to go in now?"

He took a hold of her hand and they walked toward the restaurant. The hostess took one look at him and her demeanor changed. She stood straighter and pushed her breast out.

"Good evening, Mr. Grey, your table is ready. This way please."

Christian pulled Ana in front of him and rested his hand on her back. He stuck close as they followed the hostess. When they reached the table he held out a chair for Ana. She sat and then he took his seat across from her.

"What can I get you to drink, Mr. Grey?"

Without taking his eyes off Ana. "What would you like to drink?"

"Um, I'll have water."

He stared at her for minute and asked for the house wine. He waited for the hostess to leave before he spoke.

"You didn't want any wine."

"Um I usually don't drink anything when I go out."

"Can I ask why that is?"

"I had someone spike my drink one time and since then I don't drink when I'm out. Not that I think you would do that but it's the norm for me."

Anger poured through his veins. "Who did that to you?"

"Someone who I thought was a friend." She shrugged.

Knowing he wasn't going to get an answer he changed the subject. "So tell me about you, Ana?"

"Me." she said. "Um I grew up in Montesano with my dad, well stepdad but to me he was my dad. I went college, graduated with a degree in literature with a minor in business."

He notice the sadness in her eyes. "Your dad still lives there?"

"He died of a heart attack almost 6 months ago." She whispered.

Shit. "I'm sorry."

"It's ok. You didn't know."

"Why did you get a degree in literature?"

"I love books and I wanted to work in publishing. There weren't any hiring in Seattle so I got a job in my next favorite thing. Baking."

"Baking?"

"I love to bake so I got a job in a bakery. I love the smell of things I make when they are baking. I figured I would do that for a year and then see if the publishing houses are hiring. I see it as still getting do something I like."

"That's good."

Their drinks came and so did the waiter. "Good evening, my name is Marco, I'll be your waiter tonight. What would like this evening?"

Ana looked at the menu. "I don't know. What do you recommend Christian?"

"Do you like seafood?" She shook her head yes. "The seafood alfredo is good as well as the chicken marsala."

"I'll have the chicken Marsala with a small side salad please."

"I'll have the veal marsala with a side salad with the house dressing."

"Would like dressing on your salad, ma'am."

"No thank you."

"I'll be right back with bread."

"Bring it with the entrees."

"Yes sir."

They stared at each other before Ana looked down. He smirked and took a sip of his wine.

"What do you like to do on your spare time?"

"When I have some, I like to read but I rarely have any time."

"Why?"

She didn't answer but changed the subject. "Tell me something about you."

He paused for minute. "You can read what they write about me."

"I don't read gossip sites much less read the news."

"You don't know anything about me."

"Just what your grandparents have told me."

"What have they told you?"

"How proud of you and your siblings they are. You started your own business at 21 and shortly became a millionaire. Your brother started his own construction business and it's very successful. Your sister just came back from Paris. She was studying with a world renowned chef."

"That's all."

"Yes. I also know you like your privacy and that your brother is something of a womanizer." She giggled and he sat up straighter. "That's what your grandmother told me."

"He's something." He said. "How long have you lived next door to them?"

"About 6 months." She said. "I moved here right after my dad died. Your grandparents are very nice, especially to me."

Their food came and they began eating. He watched to see if she was like most women and didn't eat hardly anything. He watched her eat her salad first and then her entrée. His gaze mesmerized as she tore off a piece of bread and dip in the sauce. She moaned when she bit the bread and his pants tightened.

"This is really good. Thank you for suggesting it. Would you the other half of the bread. I won't eat it."

He took it from her and ate it. He couldn't concentrate on his own food. Which was a first for him. He never wasted food and wasn't about to start now. Halfway through their meal she started asking questions.

"What do you like to do in your spare time?"

"Fly. I have my pilot's license so I have a helicopter. I also fly gliders."

"Wow. That must be so cool. I have never been on either one of those."

"Maybe on our next date, I'll show you the helicopter."

"I'd like that."

He smiled and saw her eyes widen. She blushed and took a sip of water. "My grandpa is having a surprised birthday party for my grandma this Sunday. Would you go with me?"

"He already invited me but I'll go with you."

When they finished dinner, he paid the check and then they walked out. "Would you like to take a walk?"

"Sure. It is a nice night."

They walked with Taylor walking behind but at a distance. She looked and frowned. "Christian, there is man following us."

He looked back and nodded. "That is Taylor, my CPO."

"You're CPO? Oh you mean your security guard."

"The title is CPO but yes."

"I remember your grandfather mentioning that one time I was over for dinner."

"You have dinner with them often."

"Once or twice a week and I take them muffins and sweets but not too many, sweets that is."

"My grandpa has a very bad sweet tooth."

"I know. He was going through my sweets like crazy so I started adding muffins that weren't that sweet. He didn't like that but it was that or nothing." She giggled.

"I bet he didn't like that." He chuckled.

"Is it true that you get threats made against you?"

"Yes. In my business it's easy to make enemies."

"And your family too?" She asked. "I'm only mentioned it because I guess you wanted a CPO for your grandparents and Mr. T refused. That's when I heard about the security."

"Yes. Sometimes it happens."

"So you can't go anywhere without one. When you're out your never alone?"

"No. Not since I made my first million."

"I don't know if I could live with someone following me all the time."

Christian's heart sank. "You get used to it. I'd rather be safe than sorry."

"That's true. There are some sick people in this world."

She looked pensive and she shivered. He took off his jacket and slipped it around her around her shoulders. She gathered it around her. It swallowed her up and he decided then and there that he like the way she looked with his clothes on. He turned to Taylor and nodded. In less than five minutes his SUV pulled up. She turned to look.

"Oh."

"It's getting to cool out here. I'll take you back to your car or we can go to my apartment."

"Um to my car please."

He held the door open and she got in with him following her. Taylor got in the passenger seat. She noticed the other driver.

"Where to Sir?"

"To her car."

"Well actually it's your grandfather's car."

"I know."

She giggled and bit her lip. His nostrils flared and she blushed. The ride to the car took less time than the walk. He stepped out and held out his hand to her. He walked her to the car and stood there as she unlocked it. She turned to him.

"Thank you for dinner. I had a lovely time."

"I did too." He said. "I like to see you again before the party."

"The only day I have off is Sunday."

"You were 6 days a week at the bakery."

"I get one Saturday a month. I already had my Saturday for this month."

"Would you like to do something Sunday before the party?"

"Sure. I can meet you somewhere."

"I'll call you tomorrow when I figure something for us to do."

"Ok."

He leaned towards her and touched his lips to hers. They were soft. He ended the kiss and pulled back. He looked at her. She was biting her lip.

"Stop biting your lip Ana, it makes me want to do things."

She gasped and he kissed her again, this time deepening the kiss. She kissed him back. He drew back and they were both gasping for air. She murmured bye and sat in the car. She started the car and by the time he slid into the back of the SUV, she had drove off.

"Follow her to make sure she makes it home."

"Yes sir."

They followed her at a distance. She drove the speed limit and soon pulled into the neighborhood where his grandparents lived. She pulled into their driveway, parked and got out. Before she made it to the door, he saw his grandpa open it. He smiled at her and in she walked. He looked to the right and saw her car sitting in the driveway. He looked back and saw his grandpa wave. He smirked.

"Let's go."

He knew his grandpa would make sure that Ana got home safe and sound. He thought about dinner and their conversation. He really liked Ana. She didn't appear fake or wanting to get to know him for monetary reasons. There was a reason why he was a private person.

"Mr. Grey I think you should know that Ms. Steele's roommate is Katherine Kavanagh, as in Kavanagh Media."

"Fuck."

"They have been roommates since college. Ms. Kavanagh father owns the house."

"Have the background check on my desk as soon as we arrive."

The last thing he need was Katherine Kavanagh hounding for an interview again. He turned her down and for weeks she kept hounding him like a dog with a bone. She had said that the interview was for the school paper but when he had that checked out, they didn't know what he was talking about. He knew she had ulterior motives and he just hoped Ana wasn't in on some scheme of hers. If that was the case, he would make both their lives a living hell. That was a promise. Maybe it was time he talked to grandpa about Ana.