Okay so don't hate me for this chapter, or the next...

I don't own these characters. I'm just having fun with them.

Christian

I'm sitting on this chair in an empty office, much like the emptiness in my life. What is wrong with me? I have everything I could ever ask for but yet it feels empty. Elena has been hinting that I need a new Sub, but sadly that has even lost its taste. No matter how many times I fuck or beat a brunette to submission, I still feel empty. It's been six months since my last Sub and sadly I'm not even tempted by the thought of having one. I'm bored completely bored! "FUCK!" I cry out loudly while twirling in my chair. I need something to do, something that will captivate me.

I sigh as I get off my chair and walk towards my office's floor to ceiling windows. "Something out there has to catch my attention." I'm staring at the breathtaking view, sadly enough I don't enjoy the view as often, but today for some reason I find it appealing. Hmmm, maybe this is a good sign? I sigh exasperated with myself.

"Christian, I need you to sign these papers for the take down of…. Christian, are you listening to me?" Ros hollers at me while walking inside my office before knocking. Matter of fact I don't think she's ever knocked, how weird is that?

"Yes Ros, I'm listening to you." I turn around and extend my hand, "Give me the papers I'll sign them now." Ros is my second in command. She's great at her job and she's a complete badass when it comes to taking over companies. She's vicious in board meetings and she demands the room. She's as cutthroat as they come and she knows it. That's why she works for me, because she's good at her job, and she knows what GEH means to me.

She walks towards my desk with a curious look on her face. "Grey you know you might just need a vacation. Because lets face it, you look like shit. Seriously when was the last time you fucken slept?" she says with concerned written all over her face. She and Andrea, my personal assistant, are the only ones who know how many hours I work. "Ros stop fucking around and hand me the damn papers," I don't even look up at her when I sit down. She's right I do look like shit. Maybe a vacation would do me some good.

She hands me the papers and I sign where needed. After I'm done I hand them back to her, as I look up to see if she leaving, I see her staring at me intently. "What Ros?" I ask with complete annoyance. "Is everything alright?" she asks. "Yeah, everything is fine." Just leave already! "Okay, Boss." Luckily she takes the hint and begins to leave. "I'll send you a copy after I finalize the presentation." She says and walks out closing the door behind her.

I turn my attention to the computer screen and click on the new email folder, my eyes land on an email sent by Elena, again. Hmm, I wonder what it could be. No doubt it's probably about the new Sub she has for me or she's requesting financial advice or money. Elena and I go back, way back. I was fifteen years old when I met her and her husband at my parent's home. They were always an odd couple and I felt somewhat eerie around them. Elena was a good looking piece of ass back then, but her personality needed an adjustment and fast. As for her husband, he was a bad-tempered son of a bitch, he wasn't attractive, but he was rich as shit. Apparently he invented a new computer program of sort and sold it to the FBI.

I was two weeks shy of my sixteenth birthday, and I was helping Mr. Lincoln, Elena's husband, landscape the back yard of their home. I remember working on digging a hole on the ground for a shrub we were going to place and suddenly I had to use the bathroom. All the water I had been drinking needed an exit and quick, so I placed everything down on the lawn and walked to their house. I was making my way towards the down stairs bathroom, when I saw movement from my peripheral vision. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned my attention to the partly open door. The image I saw didn't terrify me, it intrigued me.

Elena was cuffed to piece of furniture that resembled an 'X' and Mr. Lincoln held a wooden paddle in his hand. In a blink of an eye he spanked her hard on her ass with the paddle. She moaned and asked for more. Mr. Lincoln repeated the same action again and again and again. After the fifteenth spank she yelled, "Master, please fuck me and fuck me hard!" Mr. Lincoln dropped the paddle and brought down Elena from the cuffed furniture and he fucked her. He fucked her like no tomorrow and she loved it. "Yes, Master harder, harder, fuck me please harder!" I could see sweat on their body and Mr. Lincoln showed no mercy, he grabbed Elena and turned her around towards a wooden coffee table, bending Elena forwards. As she gripped the ends of the coffee table, he rammed into her. I was watching them as they were fucking like wild animals, when suddenly Elena snapped her eyes open and looked straight at me, while her husband was fucking her. At that moment I knew I wanted that. I wanted to be someone's Master, to fuck them until oblivion.

Elena helped me, she became my teacher and I was her dedicated sixteen year old student. Of course Mr. Lincoln had no idea she was my teacher. When I turned eighteen I became her Dom, and what a great Dom I was, I fucked her like no other. I made her scream and cry and fuck did I love it. Six months later we got caught fucking by Mr. Lincoln, he was so pissed he beat the shit out of her, after that he filled for divorce. Ever since then Elena and I have only been business partners and nothing more.

"Andrea, come into my office." I say as I press the intercom button on my desk. No more than ten seconds later Andrea comes through my office door.

"Yes, Mr. Grey?" Andrea stands in front of my desk holding her office planner. Andrea is a twenty-five year old fair skin, redhead, at 5'6, with a 4.0 GPA. She's the youngest out of her four siblings. Her mother and father divorced when she was 6 years old and currently lives with her long term boyfriend of five years.

"Andrea I need you to cancel all my appointments for Friday. Since my mother is hosting this welcome home party for my sister. And if you could order a gift for Mia, I'd greatly appreciate it. Keep in mind my sister is a fashion expert." I lift my eyebrows and cock my head to the side to see if she caught all that.

"It's all set, Mr. Grey. Mrs. Grey called three days ago and spoke with me about keeping Friday clear of appointments, and I did send you a notice on your personal calendar. I have already order Ms. Grey a lovely, may I add, Prada purse, and a pair of Valentinos, that should be arriving here on Thursday, and will be gift wrapped, already." She says staring at me without even as much as blink. Did I mention she's smart?

"Thank you Andrea that would be all." I nod my head and smile as I see her turn around. Before she has the chance to walk out of my office I can't help but ask one question. "What did you get yourself?" I smile as she turns her head to look at me, "Both." She says deadpanned and walks out. I smile; Andrea and Ros are the only ones who can get away with this stunt. Ever since I asked them both to deal with the gift buying for Mia and for mother, they said we had a deal as long as they bought one for themselves. I don't care as long as I don't have to do the shopping. I hate shopping!

Three hours later, after having a very dull meeting with boring ass people. I head over to the security room. My security is made of three very important people Welch is my head of security. He handles everything and I mean everything, from GEH to my penthouse at Escala to my parent's house. Welch makes sure everything is running smoothly and that there are no threats to any Grey family member. He is stationed here at GEH but he works mostly from home. Second is Barney, my IT guy. He's smart as a computer and works as fast. He loves all this high-tech technology and lives for it. At only twenty-three years old, he's a wiz kid, graduated top of his class in a short amount of time. He's dorky looking, but has a good heart. And finally there is Jason Taylor, Taylor is my CPO. He lives with me at Escala and goes where ever I go 24/7. He's ex military and is 6'4 210lbs of pure muscle. Taylor has a rough looking exterior but has a good heart especially when it comes to Mrs. Jones, my housekeeper, and his daughter, Sophie.

I walk straight in the security room not bothering to knock. Taylor is sitting in front of the CCTV monitors and Barney is at his computer desk. Probably playing some wizard computer game. I clear my throat before I speak, "Taylor may I have a word with you in private?"

"Yes, Mr. Grey?" Taylor asks after Barney has left the office. I pace around the office floor, thinking of a way to bring up this conversation, I really need another mans perspective. Oh fuck it! I stop pacing and look him straight in the eyes. "Have you ever been bored of sex? As in has it ever lost its appeal to you?" I ask him, and he looks confused. Probably because you, MASTER GREY, are one of the world's kinkiest fuckers out there? "I'm sorry Mr. Grey, I'm not quite sure I understand." Yes you do Taylor, I know for a fact you haven't seen a Sub lately!

I take a deep breath and try again, "Taylor, have you ever just been bored of fucking?" Hopefully you'll understand better Taylor. "Sir, of course that's why Gail and I spice it up, but with all due respect you've done all sorts of shit and if you're bored maybe you're just board of that lifestyle?" Is that a question? Who the fuck answers a question with a question, god damn it! "Thanks Taylor." I nod, "I'll be ready to leave for home at three. But I want to get lunch in 30 minutes." Maybe he's right; maybe I am bored of the lifestyle.

"Yes Sir." Taylor nods and sits back down in front of the CCTV monitors. I make my way out the door as I see Barney chatting with a blonde. I've never seen her before, is she a new employee? "Come on Barney get back to work." I tease Barney a bit. "I'm on my way Sir." He says looking at the floor and blushing. I can't help the laugh that comes out, "Have a good day Barney." I say turning around as I make my way back to my office.

Picking up my suite jacket and the manila folder that's on my desk which I'll need to read the notes with the details Ros has managed to acquire from one of our takeovers, I head towards the elevator where Taylor meets me half way to the corridor.

"Andrea go to lunch for an hour, and then you can leave at three today." I give her a warm smile, but she looks at me as if I've grown two sets of eyes. "Thank you... Mr. Grey." Andrea says wearing a confused expression but nods.

We arrive at the restaurant and I'm immediately seated. I snicker to my self, that's because I own this restaurant. I order the Fettuccini Alfredo with a garden salad and breadsticks, with a glass of white wine. After I order my food, I open the manila folder and it's nothing special, same thing different day. A company loosing profit and fast and wants to sell, of course if I buy it I'll only break it apart and sell pieces of it to the highest bidder and I'll make more money. The food is delicious as always and as for our new conquest I decided to buy and sell pieces of it off, it's not worth fixing.

As we drive back to GEH, I can feel Taylor's gaze on me through the rearview mirror. "Taylor, if you need something just ask." I don't even bother looking up at him. "Sir, today is my and Gail's six year anniversary and I was wondering if we could have the rest of the day off, since we'll be arriving at home at three. If not it's okay, we…." I don't let him finish, "Taylor, open the glove compartment." I command although inwardly I'm laughing, he never would have thought. He opens the glove compartment and I can hear him gasp. "Wow, Sir. I don't know what to say?"

"A "Thank you" would be enough." I laugh. I had asked Barney and Welch to secure a private cabin about two hours away from Seattle. Since I knew Taylor and Gail's anniversary was today, I decided to do something special for them, let's face it. They both have seen a lot throughout the past seven years, they've been working for me.

We make it to the underground garage of GEH, and head to the elevators. Two more hours and we can head home. Fuck I need to do something, this is driving me insane. I sit once again in my office chair and turn around to look at my floor to ceiling windows. I sigh, I have to do something.

Removing my sight from the forms I have scattered over my desk, I glance at my Rolex and it reads 2:45pm. Hmm, that's close enough. I grab my jacket and stuff the papers into my briefcase.

Stepping out of my office I see Andrea getting ready to leave, and Taylor walking my way from the security office. "Taylor."

"Sir," is his response when we arrive at the elevator. I press the call button and notice Andrea is right behind us.

"Andrea, I hope you have a good afternoon." I turn my head to face her.

"Thank you Sir." She answers back. The elevator arrives and being the gentlemen that we are, let Andrea step in first. Taylor has pressed the buttons for the Lobby and Ground floor. Three minutes later, Andrea gets off, and we're alone.

"Taylor, have you called Gail?" I turn my attention to Taylor.

"Yes Sir, I have and she's very excited about your gift. She says she's already packed." Taylor says as he shakes his head smiling.

"Well I hope you both enjoy it," I say as we step out of the elevator. We walk towards the SUV, and Taylor opens the back door for me. I get in and buckle up. As he pulls out of the underground parking structure of GEH I can't help but stare out the window. I'm 29 years old and nothing has been catching my attention. I sigh and shake my head. I could go sailing, or soaring, but instead I've chosen to stay at home and do nothing. What is wrong with me?

Taylor parks the SUV in one of our six bays when we arrive to Escala. I unbuckle my seatbelt and step out not even bothering to wait for Taylor to open my door and make my way to the Elevator and press the call button. Once the elevator arrives I step in and place the code for the penthouse on the key pad. I don't even bother to wait for Taylor, since there is an elevator for the members of my staff only. I step out of the elevator and walk straight to my study to drop off my briefcase and then turn around to head to the kitchen. I could really use a beer, right about now.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Grey." Gail says as she's rummaging through the refrigerator holding a pad and pencil. What is she doing?

"Gail, what on earth are you doing?" I ask Gail as I take a seat on one of bar stools near the kitchen island.

Gail is a blonde woman in her mid forties with warm brown eyes. She reminds me a lot of my mother, with her warmth and loving heart.

"I'm adding to the grocery list, Mr. Grey," she says turning to look at me. "And thank you Mr. Grey, for our anniversary gift that was very kind of you." she says with tears forming in hers eyes. Gail and Taylor have been working for me for over seven years, and they have seen it all, from Subs to family arguments.

"Don't worry Gail," I give her a warm smile, "It's the least I can do." I shrug. She turns around and I can hear her sniffle. Is she crying? I panic.

"Gail, leave everything as is and finish packing. So you and Taylor can arrive safely at the cabin before night fall." I smile at her. One thing I hate is driving to a strange place in the middle of night, and I'm sure ass hell not allowing them to do just that.

"Thank you Mr. Grey." Gail says as she leaves the kitchen area. Now what? I get off the barstool and walk to where Gail placed the note pad and pick it up. "Okay let see," I scan the context of it and it looks pretty simple. "Lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, gallon of milk, eggs, cheese, and bread, I can do this… Easy." I shrug my shoulders.

"Mr. Grey don't worry about the grocery shopping, I will attend to that when we arrive tomorrow morning…" Gail starts, when she and Taylor walk down to the kitchen. I look up from the note pad, and I see they both have a duffle bag. I smirk at Taylor, who has a big chestier smile on his face. Gail notices my smirk, and blushes while avoiding my gaze. "Have fun you two," I nod while keeping my smirk in place. They both nod, and walk towards the elevator. I hear the ping of its arrival, and ten seconds later I'm all alone. Fuck now what? I turn back around and my gaze automatically lands on Gail's note pad. Fuck it! I walk to my bedroom and change out my suit into jeans and a black shirt and my pair of converse. I walk out my bedroom and I pick up Gail's note pad and walk to the corridor and pick up the keys to my R8, and make my way to the elevator and press the call button. I guess I'm going grocery shopping!

Arriving at the grocery store I park my car as close as can be to the entrance, without parking in the handicap area. As I get out of my R8 I notice a nice looking GMC Terrain in white parked in the next parking spot to my right side. Nice! I smirk as I gaze the truck. But my cars are better! Luke parks the SUV in the other side of the white GMC Terrain.

"Hey Luke what do you think, should I buy a GMC Terrain?" Taylor always two steps ahead, has assigned Luke to be my CPO in his absence.

"It looks nice boss," he smiles, no doubt thinking it would be nice to drive. I nod and we make our way to the grocery store.

"Boss, are you sure about this? I mean this isn't exactly protocol." Luke says while standing back a bit and looking out of place. Am I really doing this?

"Come on Luke, they won't bite," I tease and laugh at the sight of him dropping his shoulders in a sign of surrender.

He follows me as I grab a wet wipe from the entrance and wipe down the cart handle before touching it. I pull the pushcart out of the line and begin to push it through the grocery store entrance.

I stop dead in my tracks, when I realize this will be much more difficult then anticipated.

"Oh fuck me," I turn to look at Luke and the asshole is laughing at me. Fucker knew what the fuck I was doing and didn't warn me. Isn't that a bitch! I sigh and shake my head.

"Luke you knew what I was planning on doing, couldn't you have warned me?" I ask deadpanned.

"Sir, I did ask if you were sure you wanted to do this. I would've told you, since I do grocery shop with Gail, it's not a fun experience." He smirks and stands beside me. Fucker! I give him the dirtiest look I can muster and shove my hand in my jeans pocket and pull out Gail's grocery list.

"Okay, first item on her list is bread. Well let's get to it." I say while I push the grocery cart to the nearest produce aisle, and just as I begin to think 'I can do this', I stop and become overwhelmed. Seriously why are there so many kinds of breads? There's white, wheat, dry… And what the fuck is sesame? I know my face is one of confusion.

"Seriously Luke, Gail does this every day?" I turn my attention back to Luke who nods his head, in an affirmative. Fuck, Gail needs a raise.

"Well technically twice a week," he corrects himself.

"Do you know what kind of bread Gail buys?" I look at him for assistance.

"White, soft, and round," he response. I look at him with even more annoyance, "Luke I don't know if you've noticed this but, all the breads are white, soft, and round."

"No boss, it's the brand," he says pointing to the specific type of bread Gail usually buys. I grab the loaf of bread, and notice the wrapper says exactly that, "White, soft, round." I shake my head and place it in the pushcart. "This is going to be a pain in the ass."I say under my breath.

"Next item is the lettuce, where the fuck would I find the lettuce?" I scrunch up my eyebrows. Fuck this!

"Towards the back of the aisles, Sir," Luke assists me.

I turn the pushcart along and sure enough the vegetable aisle is located all the way at the end. I turn to Luke with a fierce gaze, when I notice all the types of lettuce. Are you fucking shitting me?

I'm ready to give up on this stupid idea. When a little boy, bumps into me holding his, I presume, little sister's hand. He's a cute little fucker with copper hair just like mine but has the bluest eyes I've ever seen. As for the little girl she's a cute little thing as well, with brunette hair, but her eyes are my identical grays. If I didn't know better I would have thought they were my progeny. Oh shit!

"I'm sorry Mister. We weren't watching where we were going," he says while looking up at me.

"Its okay, don't…." I don't finish what I was saying when I hear the most lovely voice I've ever heard coming from around the aisle.

"Phoebe Grace and Theodore Raymond, how many times have I told you not to wonder to far away from mommy?" I look up and I see the most beautiful fucken eyes I have ever seen, just like her son's. Fuck she's a fucken brunette. My cock twitches just by the sight of this magnificent creature. Wait a minute, did she just say Mommy? I turned to Sawyer, to see if I heard correctly and I can tell by the look on his face I sure did. What the fuck?

"Sorry mommy," they both say in unison.

"I'm sorry if they were bothering you," she apologizes as she eyes me up and down. That's right baby, take me all in! "Don't worry, they weren't." I smile at her and she smile back with one of her own. I can't help but eye her as she kneels in front of her children. Fuck she's gorgeous, she'sfucken perfect.

She has perfect size breasts, her ass is amazing and fuck, her legs go on for miles in those fucken stilettos. I wonder if she's a squirter? What the fuck am I doing? She has a family not to mention she's too beautiful NOT to be married, she belongs to someone else. I shake my head, to snap that idea away from my thoughts. I'm Christian fucken Grey nothing is unavailable to me, never has been never will be!

I'm aware she's trying to find a way to get up from her kneeling position. Fuck me if we were in private, I would pull out my dick and shove it down her throat. I can picture her now, slurping, sucking, and licking my cock with no mercy while her mane is wrapped around my wrist and hand. Snap the fuck out of it there are children present, not to mention you're in a grocery store. What the fuck, since when have I grown a conscience?

I extend my hand to help her up, and fuck me. I feel this tremor beginning to form when she places her hand in mine. What the fuck is that? I notice her heartbeat has accelerated, as well as her breathing and shit… she's biting her lip. Oh fuck I have to have her.

I hold on to her hand longer than necessary and I give it a good squeeze when I feel her trying to extract her hand. "Names Christian, Christian Grey to be exact." Come on baby introduce yourself, so I can have a background check done on you.

"Ana, Anastasia Steele," she introduces her self. Bingo!

"Nice to meet you, Anastasia," I give her my best panty dropping smile and right on cue, she swoons. "Wow…" Gotcha! I smirk inwardly. It's just a pretty smile baby!

"I'm sorry?" I ask trying not to laugh, obviously I wasn't suppose to hear her statement.

"What?"

"You said, "wow..." Come on baby don't be coy!

"Did I?" she blushes. If I spank her ass, will it turn that beautiful shade of pink? My cock, once again twitches at the mere thought of her over my knee getting a good hiding. Fuck I need to have her!

"Yeah, you did." I laugh. Shit, was that me?

"I'm sorry! I don't know why I would say that. We really should be going, it was really nice to meet you, Mr. Grey, have a good day." She turns and pushes the grocery cart up the aisle. You're not getting away from me that easily baby, sorry!

I walk to where she is and stand behind her. Damn, she smells fantastic. She has the subtle scent of raspberry but also has her womanly scent. Shit I wonder what her sex smells like. I lick my lips in anticipation.

"Ana, I was wondering if you could give me some advice on grocery shopping. You see, I've never done this before." This is embarrassing, but fuck it it's the honest truth.

"Mr. Grey, does that pick up line ever work for you?" What?

"Ana, I…." she doesn't let me finish.

"Mr. Grey didn't your wife give you a list of what she needed?" Wife, what? I'm confused now, what gave her that idea?

"Ana, I'm not…" once again she interrupts me. She is really starting to piss me off, with this interrupting me bullshit. Woman let me have a say!

"Mr. Grey as I said once before, I will say it again. Have a good day!" She turns and walks away from me. What the fuck?

"You know Ana, it's rude to interrupt someone when they are speaking! If you would have let me finish what I was trying to say, maybe you wouldn't have wasted precious time going on a rant," I reprimand her as if she's a child. She looks up from the head of lettuce and turns her gaze slowly towards me. She opens her mouth, but I cut her off this time. I talk, you listen Ms. Steele!

"It wasn't a pick up line, I truthfully have no idea how to grocery shop. I'm not married, matter of fact I don't even have a girlfriend. And the reason for why I don't know how to grocery shop, is because my housekeeper, Ms. Jones, is the one who does the grocery shopping for the house." She looks down right ashamed for her little stunt. Give me fifteen minutes in the playroom and you will never pull that stunt again.

"Mr. Grey I apologize for interrupting you while you were speaking. If I would've held my tongue, I would've found this out in the first place." I smile at her apology, and again she blushes. God, that's such an attractive blush.

We're interrupted from our banter when her son makes his way towards her, "Mommy, are you okay? Your cheeks are pink." He's a very bright child, I would guess from his height he's six years old. "I'm fine Teddy. I just got hot." I notice her cringe a bit as the words leave her mouth, I try to suppress my laughter. Damn right baby I got you hot!

"Are you sure mommy?" her son asks while checking her over.

"I'm fine Teddy, really. But thank you for checking on mommy," she kisses the boys forehead, and sends him on his way.

She stands and turns to look at me, "Well Mr. Grey, I believe I'm all yours. What would you like my help with?" Oh fuck me! I give her a mischievous smile. Game on Steele, game fucken ON!

"I actually have a list of things I need, but I have no idea where they're located," I shrug nonchalant. "Would you mind showing me where I can find them?" I lick my lips deliberately when I notice she's staring at me.

"Of course Mr. Grey," she says in a flirtatious tone as I pass her Gail's grocery list. "Would you like to follow me?" she says as she bites her bottom lip. Fuck me these double innuendos are going to drive me insane.

"Of course Ms. Steele," I nod for her to go ahead. This way I can admire that magnificent ass of yours.

"Teddy, Phoebe, come on we're moving," she calls for her children. They run towards her and grab a hold of her shopping cart. While all three of them are walking in front of me I feel a pang of sadness. Is this what I'm missing, a family of my own? I shake my head when I notice Ana has stopped.

"Mr. Grey I believe you have already picked up the lettuce correct?" she asks as she eyes my empty cart except for a head of lettuce, I randomly picked out and a loaf of bread. Yes I most definitely did!

"Yes, I did Ms. Steele," I counter back. I'm a pro at this Ms. Steele, you're playing with fire.

"Good!" she purrs. Oh fuck my pants got tighter!

"We need tomatoes, and….cucumbers" I can give you a cucumber Ms. Steele, a nine inch to be exact. I smirk when I see her turn to look at me. Oh Ms. Steele you're lucky your kids are present, the things I would do to you right now if they were absent.

She turns her cart and moves towards the aisle where the tomatoes are located. She stands across from me as she reaches for the tomatoes and picks up four. "The trick about picking… tomatoes" she smiles, "Is you have to judge them by texture," she gives each a gentle squeeze. "color, and fragrance," she smells the tomatoes and closes her eyes and moans a little. Fuck me, if I don't have a massive hard on. Teddy and Phoebe are near eye sight, but not ear shot. Fuck it!

I walk towards her and I press my self behind her, and I know she can feel my hard dick on her ass. "You know Ms. Steele, keep talking like this, and I swear I will cum inside of my pants." I press my self harder against her and I can hear her gasp. That's right baby, that's all me.

She leans her head back and I inhale her raspberry scent. Fuck! I open my eyes and I can see down her blouse. Fuck me! She has the most wonderful looking tits I've ever seen. Fuck they're full and look mouth-watering. Shit what I would give to suck on them. I'm broken out of my reverie when she stands straight and moves towards the pickles. "You know Mr. Grey," she purrs as she picks up a cucumber. "It's the exact same way with all fruits and vegetables," she says eyeing me. "You judge them by, texture, color, and fragrance." She's still holding on to a cucumber that slightly resembles my engorged shaft right about now and my mind is going haywire. Holy shit, this is hot! She grabs the cucumber and begins to jerk it at a leisurely pace. I keep my gaze on her hand as I see it twist, and stroke lazily. I close my eyes picturing her hand wrapped around me just like she has her hand wrapped around the cucumber. Oh fuck... I swallow hard and open my eyes, and I see her smirking at me.

"Did you have a nice trip Mr. Grey?" she smiles at me and places the now bagged cucumbers in the grocery cart. Fuck me, did I ever! She laughs probably due to the goofy smile I must have plastered on my face, and fuck if that isn't the most beautiful reverberation I've ever heard.

"Come on Christian," she says signaling with her head to move forward. "Let's go get your dairy produce. We've had our fun for today," she smiles again. And to be honest I would follow but I can't for the life of me move just yet.

"Ana, I would love to follow you, but you see… I have a situation at the moment." I say looking down while I'm behind the area that contains the cucumbers. If I move everyone in the store will see my hard-on and that is not a picture I would love to see in the magazines.

"I'm sorry Christian but you asked for…" she doesn't finish what she was about to say, when we hear a child cry. Immediately I stand to attention and just like that my boner is gone, but my anxiety hits. I attempt to make my way towards the screaming child, when I feel her hand on my arm.

"Christian, its okay it's not them," she says with a look of understanding. What the fuck? They are not my responsibility, so why did I act like that? I'm more shocked about my own feelings, than I am with Ana's actions towards me. This isn't like me? It has to be Ana's doing.

"Are you sure? How do you know?" I ask with obvious concern in my voice.

"Christian," she says gently stepping towards me. "I know, because I'm there mother and I know the sound of their cry from miles away." she says rubbing my upper arms in a soothing motion. "And second, they haven't left my eye sight." She points in the direction of the oranges, and there they both are. Oblivious to what we were doing but aware of their mothers presence. I sigh and nod my understanding.

"Ready, to finish your grocery shopping or have you had enough for one day?" she asks after she sees I've calmed down and removes her hands. Suddenly, I feel bare and I'm longing to feel the warmth of her hands on my skin. What the fuck is this?

"Yeah," I nod in understanding. And once again she calls for the children and they come running towards her. We walk just a couple of aisles up and turn towards the refrigerator aisle. She stops and turns to me, "Do you know what brand of dairy products your housekeeper buys?" I shrug, "Christian, have you ever taken the time to, I don't know, notice what's inside your refrigerator?" she asks with her hands on her hip. And fuck me, if she doesn't look sexy.

"You know," I walk towards her, careful the kids aren't at ear shot. "You look very sexy, grabbing your hips that way. It makes me wonder how it would look, if I was the one to grab your hips like that from the back." I smirk as I see her blush.

"Mr. Grey you never quit, do you?" she smiles as she reaches for a blue cap gallon of milk, eggs, and a brick of mozzarella cheese.

"No Miss. Steele I can't say I do." I smile at her. Quitting or giving up is not in my nature.

"Well Mr. Grey I believe your grocery shopping is done." She says eyeing my pushcart once again. Fuck she's right, but I don't want to leave her. Fuck! Come on, you had your fun just leave the innocent woman alone? She's NOT a Sub. I know my conscience is spot on but there's something about her I can't ignore.

"Thank you, Ana." I say as I push my cart through the aisle. "Bye Mister," Teddy speaks when he sees me coming by, "Bye Teddy, Bye Phoebe, stay close to your mommy," they nod in understanding and I turn the corner of the aisle.

"Luke," I say when I see Sawyer standing near by. "I need a background check as soon as possible on Ms. Anastasia Steele." I say as I make my way towards the cashier.

"Right on it Sir," he states while pulling out his blackberry texting Barney for the file.

We check out and make our way towards the grocery store exit. I place the purchases in the R8 and sit on the driver's seat. What the fuck happened at the grocery store? I'm running my hands through my hair, when I notice Teddy and Phoebe are making their way to the Terrain. Oh shit that's her car? Teddy opens the backseat passenger door and helps Phoebe climb in first before he jumps in. Please tell me Ana buckles Phoebe on a child restraining device? I see Ana eyeing my car, while she's placing her grocery bags in the back of her truck. That's right baby my car is a beauty! She smirks and shakes her head. I'm confused now. Why did she shake her head?

"Teddy put on your seatbelt while I help your sister put hers on." I can hear her wonderful voice, even if I'm inside my car. I'll be thinking about her voice all day. My phone rings breaking my thought process.

"Mr. Grey, is everything alright?" Luke asks with worry in his voice.

"Yes Luke just enjoying the precious view." I respond before hanging up. I watch as Ana pulls out of the parking spot and drives out the parking lot. Fuck me!

"Until we meet again Miss. Steele." I say as I start the R8 and drive towards home with Luke on my trail.