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Christians POV

I feel an electric wave pulsate up my arm and straight into my heart. The hair on the back of my neck tingle, I knows someone is watching him. I look up from my phone to stare at the most beautiful woman I have ever set eyes on. Dear God she is trying to kill me with that nightgown. Clearing my throat, I stand up and walk slowly to her.

"Absolutely stunning Ms. Steele," I lean over and whisper in her ear, gently taking her chin into my hand, staring into her deep blue eyes.

"Thank you," she whispers, looking everywhere but at me. Embarrassed, intrigued or shy? I may never know.

"Let me show you around," I need to move, need to put some distance between us – my dick is desperately trying to break through my pants and frankly, there is no guarantee that if we remain standing here, I won't shamelessly take her right here on these steps.

"I would love a tour!" Apparently Ms. Steele has the same idea as I do, just need to move from right here. Without even thinking, she grabs my hand in excitement, only to stare at me in disbelief and quickly dropping my hand as if it bit her. Grinning like the fool I am, I gently grab her hand, bring it to my lips and gently kiss her knuckles. I start to gently tug her towards the stairs and give her the grand tour.

We make our way around the house – showing her my room, the workout room, my study, the library, a media room, Rowan's disaster of a room, the servant section of the house and we make our way back to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry about the state of Rowan's room. She should have had that cleaned before she left for school this morning. I haven't had the need to check, apparently I need to mark it down on my calendar," I say through gritted teeth. Dead….little one is in so much trouble.

"Oh my God your house is bigger than I thought! You must have hundreds of books! Oh, to sit all day and read them all…." She gets a far off look in her eyes as she lives in her fantasy for a moment. I pull her to sit with me on the couch, passing her a glass of wine from earlier, I lean back and watch her excitement.

"You media room is almost as big as my apartment, I saw all the game systems, you must have every one that has ever been made. I did notice that one of your rooms is closed and has a keypad for entry, what is behind that door?" She stops rambling for a moment and takes a sip of her wine.

I pause for a moment, trying to come up with something to hold off on the conversation I so desperately wish to have with her. I am granted another lucky moment, as we both turn our heads to towards the "ping" of the elevator.

Ana's POV

I'm about to ask her again about the door when we are interrupted by the elvators announcement of someone arriving. When I turn towards the door, I am shocked to find that my image of a 17yr old living with a billionaire has been shot to hell. Out walks a small child, surely she can't be 17? At 5'5", shoulder length dirty blonde hair, dark blue glasses and obviously rocking out to her Ipod. This small child looks 14 more than 17.

I feel Christian take my hand and gently pull me to my feet as we head towards the little rockstar.

"Rowan…..Rowan…" Christian sighs "ROWAN!"

I stifle a giggle as Rowan jumps and shouts in surprise.

"Christian! I thought you were going to work late tonight…." Her green eyes travel from Christians face to mine. Suddenly I am worried I am slightly underdressed to be meeting his daughter. Taking her earbuds out, she holds out her hand in introductions before Christian can.

"Hi, I'm Rowan," She grins up at me and I swear she smiles the same way as Christian does. We shake hands and I instantly take a liking to her.

"Hi, I'm Anastasia, but please call me Ana," I give Christian a pointed look…maybe he will take the hint.

"How was practice?" Christian asks as head into the kitchen. Rowan goes into the fridge to grab a small bowl of fruit before answering his question.

"It was good, Amy did not show up…again. So we had a meeting to decide on whether she should be kicked off the team or not." Rowan sits at the dining room table, with Christian pulling out a chair for me, as we sit down across from her.

"Did you vote to let her stay or go?" Christian reaches out and steals one of her strawberries. My heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest. Although intimidating, Mr. Fancy CEO has one hell of a soft side.

"Actually, I refused to vote at all."

Curiosity getting the best of me and despite the fact that I know hardly anything about her, I couldn't stop myself from asking why. I noticed Rowan's surprise at me for taking an interest. Either her past or Christians past girlfriends did not care – either way my heart goes out to her.

"I felt it was cowardly to take a vote about someone's place on the team without them being there to defend themself," Rowan pops a grape into her mouth as I ponder her answer. Most 17yr olds get caught up in the drama and if she felt this would help her chances of being more important on the team – Rowan did not seem to care about any of that.

"You always surprise me Little One," Christian stands up and ruffles her hair, much to Rowan's annoyance I see. Stifling a giggle, I stand and follow him as we head for the stairs.

"Nice meeting you Rowan"

"And same to you Anastasia."

Rowan's POV

Good Lord, another one. Although this one seems to actually give a crap about what's going on around her. Christian didn't seem to mind her speaking freely, maybe she is more than another submissive? I stand to wash my bowl and put it on the drying rack. I make my way towards my room and stop in front of my open door. Oh shit, please tell me Gail put something in my room and Christian has no idea it looks like a tornado hit. I push my way through and look around to find the cause of the problem. Sighing, I kick my clothes from behind the door before I close it behind me. I'm so dead.

Christian's POV

I started heading for the stairs before I pulled Rowan over my knee, right in front of Anastasia! Her room was a disaster and obviously she thought I wouldn't notice. I snap out of my rant in my head and find myself in my bedroom. I hear Anastasia close the door behind me, it's "click" sounding so final. I never allow a woman in my bedroom before. A sudden rise of panic seems to slowly over take me. But before I can voice my discomfort, Ana has run towards my balcony door and gently opens up the French doors.

I follow her outside, we both lean against the rails, and breathe in the beautiful sight of Seattle. Without even glancing my way, Anastasia asks "So, are you going to tell me about that room?"