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Ana couldn't believe it. It had been her last lesson of the day and now she had to wait until the next lesson for him finishes. She and Kate were at the café with Kate trying to calm her down.
"But what if he says I am thrown out?"
"Ana, you can't get thrown out for this. It was just a normal conversation. He could get thrown out because he read your messages," Kate said, but Ana still felt horrible. What would he think of her now? What would Flynn think? Will he tell Flynn?
"I am scared, Kate. I guess I will never text during lessons again," Ana says, and it makes Kate laugh.
"Hey, this was just one time. I bet he wanted to look like one of those cool professors so he did it. Now he will give back your phone and be actually boring and he won't care what was written there."
"I hope so."
But Anastasia was wrong. When the bell rang and his class was out, she went inside and saw Christian packing to leave. But when he saw her he immediately stopped.
"You don't have your blouse unbuttoned," he said as she walked in, with the door closing after her.
Ana wanted to say something, but couldn't. She was too embarrassed. She walked to the front of the class where he was and finally managed to open her mouth. "Mr. Grey, I am very sorry, I really didn't mean that to be taken seriously."
"Oh, I am kind of curious to know what you meant then," he said, smirking. She couldn't believe he found it funny. She was having the most embarrassing moment of her life, but he was smirking.
"See, it was just a joke. We were told you would replace Flynn, and we knew that you are a very popular man, so we just joked about the women who have obsessions with men like you," Ana tried to explain but his stare at her made her nervous.
"Well, what should I do now?" he laughed, taking the phone out his pocket.
"I would be very pleased if you gave me my phone back…"
"And why would I do that?" Christian asked, and Ana suddenly became so nervous she started really talking.
"Look, Mr. Grey, I really would do anything. I promise I won't text again in your lessons and I promise I will only pay my attention to you. Please give me my phone, I'll kiss you."
Kiss him? Why would he want her to kiss him? Christian was even more curious.
Ana wanted the ground to bury a hole and swallow her. Did she really just offer him a kiss?
"Why would you kiss me?"
"It is just…when the boys take some of our stuff, it is usually flirting and they want a kiss in return. It is childish, I know, but that's the way it sometimes is." Oh God, she really wanted to leave this country, this planet now. Why did she have to tell him all this stuff?
"So you think I was flirting with you?"
"No, of course not. It just slipped out of my mouth," she said, hoping he would not want to continue speaking with her and would give her back the phone.
"A kiss," he laughed. Would she really kiss him? He played with the phone in his hands and decided he wanted to continue this play.
"Mr. Grey, I really would like to get my phone back."
"Well, a kiss is a good price, I think." Ana's eyes widened in shock, did he mean it?
"Mr. Grey, I sincerely apologize once again for my behavior today, but now I am being serious."
"I am serious, too." He laughs, waiting for her to kiss him.
"Where do you want me to kiss you?" Ana asked, hoping for the answer 'my hand', or the worst 'my cheek'. But then he pointed at his lips. He couldn't be serious; she knew he had to be joking. She just had to wait until he was finished with the joke.
He was sitting on the desk and the only way to get close enough to him was to stand between his legs. 'Don't touch him, don't touch him…' she repeated in her head as she came closer to him.
"I am waiting," he said when her face was just inches from his.
She softly placed her lips on his, and pulled away.
"Is this what you call a kiss?" he laughed. It was a peck not a kiss.
"I don't see anything bad about the kiss."
"I don't see anything good about it either." Christian's words were rude – did he just say she didn't know how to kiss?
"Trust me, I can kiss better. Only with someone with whom I have at least had a dinner with."
"I bet you can." Christian said, trying to imagine how would it feel if he kissed this girl as he usually kisses women.
"No, I really can. I can prove it." And again she wished she had shut her mouth.
"Prove it."
"No!" Ana exclaimed. "As I said – I need to know the guy before I kiss him for real."
"What's your name?" Christian asked, all of a sudden.
"Anastasia."
"Here is your phone, Anastasia," he said and handed her the phone. He had to stop before he showed her his version of a real kiss.
"Thank you." Ana said and she started to walk away. She needed to get out of the class and away from him. Just as she was about to open the door, Christian spoke.
"You know, you still owe me a real kiss, and if the only way is to claim it is a dinner, then tell me when you are free."
Anastasia laughed. "I won't have a dinner with you, Mr. Grey." Oh, how she actually really wanted it.
"An hour ago you could have fainted to make me kiss you." He laughed. He really didn't remember him joking with a woman lately. But he liked it; it was fun.
"You know I didn't mean it. I really have to go."
"No, no, a dinner and a kiss or I take back your phone."
"You don't want to waste an evening with me, Mr. Grey."
"Friday seven p.m. at the hotel Light."
"I really – "
"I will be waiting."