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Chapter 3

Christian's POV

We sit in silence, jazz music flowing and wrapping its way around us. I'm not sure where to even begin, how do you broach a BDSM lifestyle to someone whose probably never heard of it? I feel myself drawn to Anastasia, the thought of her leaving me pulls at my heart strings. And people think I'm heartless…

"Before we talk anymore, I'm afraid I have to ask you to sign an NDA…a non-disclosure agreement," I get up to retrieve one from my study. Coming back into the great room, I find Anastasia sitting on one of the couches. I sit down gently next to her, placing the piece of paper on the coffee table.

"Why do I have to sign an NDA?"

"My lawyer insists on it. The public is always interested in my personal life. I go a great deal to keep people out of my personal life, which is why it was so rare to allow you…or Kate…to interview me. This NDA means that you cannot speak about anything that concerns me."

She gazes at me for a moment, "I would never tell anybody about us." She picks up the pen and signs her name in beautiful cursive.

"Thank you," I smile.

"Tell me about you, I feel like there is so much more to you than you let on. What about Rowan, what is she like, how did you meet her?" She curls her legs under her, leaning back, she gives me her undivided attention.

"Well, when Rowan was 12 she lived in a very bad foster home. I put on a charity to raise money and awareness for the children in the system. I don't appear to all of them, but for whatever reason, I was able to make this particular event. It was in a large hall, banquet style seating, food was served buffet style. I gave a brief speech to the 200 some odd people in attendance, all eyes cast upon me as I spoke about my brief time in the foster care system. As my eyes scanned over the crowd, my gaze fell upon a small child in the corner. I noticed as I was speaking that all the children in attendance had someone there with them. Rowan was sitting by herself, a scowl plastered on her face. She definitely did not want to be there." I chuckle softly at the memory. "You see, I was an angry child growing up, I had some deep seeding resentment, but I had a…friend…who took me under her wing. I saw myself in that child. When I made my way through the crowd after I finished my speech, I kneeled down in front of her. We spoke a great deal that day, she did not talk much, but her eyes spoke of a child in desperate need of love. I became somewhat of a sponsor, buying anything she could ever need. She is now 17, a junior in high school and has lived under my roof for almost two years. It's a long story on how that came to be, maybe I'll finish another night." I reach out and stroke her cheek softly, that story is more than I have ever told anyone.

Anastasia closes her eyes softly to my touch, breathing slowly. I lean forward, so desperately wanting to kiss her, but I gave her my word that I would not touch her without her written consent. She opens her eyes, and smiles gently at me. We are brought out of trance by the appearance of Taylor.

"I have some clothes and toiletries for Ms. Steele Sir," Taylor says as he drops a small bag next to the couch.

Anastasia gasps, "You did not need to go to all that trouble!"

"Please, it was my pleasure Ms. Steele," I stroke her lip gently, resisting the urge to bite it.

She stands up to take a peek inside the bag. "Oh my, these are simply beautiful. Please, let me pay for this," she blushes.

"No, this is a gift." I narrow my eyes at her, unfortunately giving her my authoritive look. If I have my way, you would be showered with gifts every day

She sighs in my direction, "I guess I'll change into my pajamas…"

Smiling, I get up to show her the guest room. "The bathroom is right in there, I'll meet you downstairs when you are finished."

Ana's POV

I lean up against the closed door and sigh with content. Such a whirlwind emotions, such a crazy day in general! Getting up, I walk to the white, four poster bed and place the bag on it. I don't know whether to be upset at him for the clothes, or pleased. My heart wins out on the pleased with him. I slowly pull out each garment of clothing, feeling the silky texture of my night shirt and shorts. The softness of my light blue t-shirt, and robe. He has to let me at least try to pay him back. But his gaze was so final, scary even. The man down stairs is as confusing as ever. I do not have much experience in the men or relationship department, but even I know he reeks of confidence and authority. I undress quickly, hoping to hurry up and spend more time with him, and get dressed in my new silky night clothes. Pawing through the bag, I am delighted to see that Christian or Taylor thought of everything. Pulling out a hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste and face wash. I figured a quick trip to the restroom to freshen up is in order. Placing the items on the granite countertop I flip on the light. I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped my lips. The bathroom is the same size as my bedroom at home! Marble flooring, a large clawed bathtub, a shower that could fit four people easily. The counter is made of a dark black granite, the sink looks like it's made out of gold. Gently stroking the sink, I cannot help but wonder if it is actually made of gold – would not surprise me the least. I finish my bathroom duties and turning off the light behind me, I make my way downstairs. I stand on the landing, taking in the beauty that is Christian Grey. Chewing on my bottom lip, I wonder if maybe I am underdressed. When he offered to take me back to his place, I was hoping that tonight would be the night that I officially become a woman!

Sensing my arrival, Christian lifts his head up to gaze fondly at me.