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A/N: Bonus! Here is meeting Ana and the gallery scene from Christian's POV. I won't be able to his POV for every chapter, but I'll do my best to slip his side of the story on occasion. More like a Christian bonus! Enjoy and reviews are appreciated!

Meeting Anastasia

I'm on a conference all with one of my companies somewhere in the Midwest and the dull, monotone voice of the speaker could put me to sleep. Not interested in hearing the numbers for the quarter as I already know that they are, I check calendar. It's Friday afternoon and I know most people are getting ready for the weekend, but I'm still working. And with no sub to occupy my time this weekend, I'll just be working.

Yes of course, I'm meeting a Miss Anastasia Steele. I'm a bit weary about meeting this young girl as she claims that she is the younger sister of Leila Williams. Miss Steele is a bit tenacious as she left numerous messages that she needed to meet with me about Leila. I'm hoping that Leila got the help she needed after her attempt to kill herself at my home. After she checked herself out of the hospital, she sent me a letter that she was feeling better, so I'm hoping this isn't some sort of stunt to get my attention.

The call finally ends, thank fuck, and I rub my hands over my face. Then I hear Andrea's disembodied voice come through.

"Mr. Grey, Miss Steele is here for your three o'clock meeting". I'm nervous about meeting this girl here at GEH, but she insisted that we meet somewhere public. I don't know what she knows about the relationship Leila and I had, so I'm hoping that neither Andrea or Olivia find anything out from this girl.

The door to my office opens and beautiful brunette comes walking into my office. I stand up to take in the site of this girl that is strolling in. She dressed in a mismatched suit of black pants, white camisole, and a blue blazer that matches her eyes.

Her eyes. When I get closer, I can see how bright they and they take up her entire face. They are the most guileless blue eyes I've ever seen. As I extend my hand to her, I sweep my eyes over her one more time and I can a resemblance to Leila.

"Miss Steele, Christian Grey" and I give a polite smile and gesture to the couch in the middle of my office.

"Thank you", she says as she takes a seat on the couch. "I want to thank you for meeting with me about such a personal matter, but I'm hoping that you can help figure out who my sister really was".

Was? Fuck, this can't be good if she is talking about her in the past tense. "Was? Did something happen?"

She looks down at her hands as she knots her little fingers in her lap. "Um, yes, Leila passed away two months ago".

Fuck again! I can't help but gasp as I hope she didn't do what I fear, take her own life. Again, I ruined someone's life.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. That is the last time I saw her. I was trying to help her, but then she disappeared. How did she pass?" And please don't say suicide.

"She, um, committed suicide". Fuck! I look down at the young girl in front of me and I see her pain and her loss.

"Again Miss Steele, I'm sorry for your loss. In your message to me, you said she was your sister?"

"Yes, actually half-sister. We had different fathers".

"Well, I see the resemblance", I murmur quietly. She is also just my type, like her sister, and so I find her very attractive.

"Mr. Grey, how did you know my sister and how did you try to help her? I didn't know about you until her death as she never mentioned you and I thought she told me everything". Fuck, how do I explain that Leila and I had a contracted sexual relationship? I'm hoping Leila didn't tell her about it. I'm sure she didn't since she was bound for the non-disclosure agreement she had to sign. I take a deep breath to organize my thoughts about how to say this. Maybe if I'm vague about our relationship, she won't ask further questions.

"Well, she contacted me a couple of months back and she didn't seem well. I wanted to get her some help, but then she disappeared and I didn't hear anything about her until you contacted me recently".

"Okay", she says slowly, obviously not liking my answer. She starts asking me questions about how I knew Leila and our relationship. I explain it was strictly a sexual relationship between us and that it last six month. Fuck, she wants answers but I don't want to give them to her. This conversation is starting to piss me off as I don't know really know this Miss Steele. I need to shut her down.

"Miss Steele, I really wish not discuss my personal relationship I had with your sister. It was long ago and I was willing to help her as a friend when she sought me out recently".

"Well, Mr. Grey. I'm sorry you don't want to talk about the relationship you had with her three years ago, but I'm just trying to figure out how she was in love with you when I nor anyone else she was close to at that time knew nothing about you or the affair you both had. Listen, my sister was a sick girl and took the easy way out when she ended her life. I just wanted to know what caused her to think she couldn't be loved and you're the missing piece to the puzzle. Please, I need to lay this to rest so at least I can honor my sister's life". Feisty little thing, Miss Steele. I wonder what she knows, so I tersely ask her what she knows.

"A note? You mean a suicide note?" Leila expressed her love for me in her suicide note. So she decided to breach NDA at her death. Seems a bit smart on her part since now I won't be able to go after her.

"Yes. I found it with her body and it was addressed to me". Fuck, this is worse than I could imagine, but I know what's like to see a dead body of someone you love.

I look down at my lap as I'm not sure what I'm feeling right now."I'm a very private man, Miss Steele", I state quietly. "I don't share my personal life, so when I had the relationship with Leila three years ago, we agreed to keep it quiet. I was attracted to your sister, but I was honest and upfront with her that I didn't want a relationship or serious girlfriend at the time. After she confessed her love to me, I broke off the relationship. Then I heard she got married, so I assumed she found love and moved on. I didn't intentionally break her heart, I was just being honest with her".

Miss Steele thanks me for helping her figure out the mystery of me and her sister's sadistic relationship. However, I need to ask her:

"Miss Steele, you don't plan to share this conversation with the public, do you?" Her knowing this information makes me very nervous, a feeling I'm not used to. Should I just trust her word? I really should have her sign a NDA.

"No, Mr. Grey. I wouldn't disrespect Leila like that. Your secret is safe with me". And I believe her and I feel like I've divulged too much information, so I need to end this meeting.

I stand so I can start escorting her to the door. "Miss Steele, it was a pleasure to finally meet you. Leila did talk about you in length when we were together and how proud she was of you. She mentioned that you received an academic scholarship to WSU?" Let's see what I can find out little Miss Steele now that she knows something private about me.

"Yes, I did".

"And what was your major when you graduated?"

"English literature. I just graduated in May". Hmm, a bookish type. I wonder if she still lives in the Vancouver area, or if I'm lucky, here in Seattle.

"Congratulations Miss Steele. Do you live in the area now?"

"Yes, I just moved to Seattle after graduation, as I have a job here". Nice, she is close by.

"Oh, where do you work?"

"Seattle Independent Publishing. I'm an assistant editor".

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, sir, nothing else I rather be doing than read for a living", and I can help the chuckle as she is the bookish type, but then I catch myself because of the way sir came from her lips.

"Well, Miss Steele, if there is anything else I can do, please let me know". And please, please let me know. Not sure why I'm panting for this girl. I do because she's just my type physically and she seems a bit, submissive.

"Oh, well, I'm hosting a fundraiser in Leila's memory next Thursday at the Gibson Gallery. We are displaying her artwork along with some photographs from a photographer friend of mine. We are raising money for a scholarship fund that I'm starting in her honor for art students graduating high school. You should come by".

"Thank you Miss Steele. I should be in town on Thursday, so I'll try to stop by". Perhaps another chance to see you, Miss Steele.

She extends her hand and take her small hand in mine for a gentle shake. I hold a bit longer as I like the feel of her of her in my hands as I gaze into her blue eyes. In a way, I don't want her to leave yet, but I'm also afraid if she lingers, she'll pry further into the relationship I had with Leila.

"I'll walk you out, Miss Steele", and I hold the door for her.

When we get to the elevator, I press the call button but the fucking doors open immediately.

"Have a nice weekend, Mr. Grey", and she gives me a shy smile.

"You too Anastasia", and the doors close on us. Anastasia, what a lovely name.

Fuck! What the hell is going on! She is the younger sister of my former sub and now my cock is twitching because of her!

As I turn around, both Andrea and Olivia are looking at me like I have two fucking heads. Yeah, I just walked a beautiful girl to the elevator that made me hard. Fuck, again!

"Andrea, get Welch on the line". I need to know about this Anastasia Steele besides what I know. Does she have a boyfriend? Would she make a good submissive? Her sister was good, until the end when she became clingy and I had to end the contract. She would be perfect with her beautiful looks with a submissive demeanor.

I'm sitting in back of the SUV like a fucking ass in front of the Gibson Gallery. I just left a business dinner from the club that I'm hoping went well, but the fucker Jones brought his wife, so I had to be gentleman and not tell him how I really felt about his proposal. His wife had a nice rack, but all evening I could only think about one Miss Anastasia Steele that is currently in the gallery.

I've been looking over her summary all week that Welch provided for me after we met last Friday. Everything she told me was true. Leila is her only sibling, half sister as they have the same Mom. Anastasia's father, Raymond Steele, was her mother Carla's second husband and now her mother is married to fourth husband. Carla's first husband was Leila's father and looks like both Ana and Leila lived with Carla until she married her third husband and both came back to Washington State from Texas.

Graduated from WSU in Vancouver with a 4.0 GPA and now works at SIP, which I pulled their financials so I could look further into the company. She moved here after graduation and doesn't live in the best part of town in a one bedroom apartment. She's had two boyfriends, a Ryan Mitchell for a few months when she started at WSUV and a Jose Rodriguez for a few months that ended last year. No current boyfriend, lucky for me. But the most astounding information is she reported an assault on campus but couldn't press charges as she didn't know the assailant. Welch was able to get a couple copies of the pictures and it looks like she got beat up pretty bad. Fuck, shit like that makes my blood boil. Calm down Grey, there is no need to get worked up over something that happened a long time ago.

Taylor is looking at me from the rearview mirror. Yeah, yeah, I'm going. "I'll be back in thirty minutes", I tell him.

I enter the gallery and there is some fucking pop music blaring and the place is busy. Looks like a lot of young kids, maybe high school students, as she did mention this was to raise money for a scholarship fund. I don't want to buy any of Leila's art as I don't need a reminder of her in my home, but also as I didn't care for her artwork, though she did have technical merit. I'll just let Anastasia know that I'll match whatever she raises here tonight towards the scholarship fund. I have to say, knowing that she is doing something good from this tragedy to help others is very endearing.

As I wander through the gallery in search of Anastasia and briefly look at the artwork that is on display. As I look to my left, a set of three black and white photographs catch my eye as they look very erotic. I feel my fucking dick twitch as I look at the picture of a slim brunette, half naked in the pictures and one of them she has handcuffs. I stare at the first picture, I know those eyes. The eyes that I've had the pleasure of looking into for the first time last Friday and have been haunting my dreams since. The eyes that I'm looking for now as I stand in this gallery. The eyes that I hope I have the pleasure of looking into as she screams my name in ecstasy. But before I can find those eyes, I find the desk and hope these pictures are still for sale.

"Can I help you", the young redhead asks with a smile behind the desk.

"Yes, the set of three photos on the short wall there", and I point to the pictures, "Are those still available for purchase?"

She looks over the pictures and tells they are still available, so I give her my credit card and tell her where I want them delivered once they are ready.

As I turn around from the desk, I see Anastasia talking to a group of young adults. I catch my breath in my throat as she looks breathtaking. She is wearing a tight black dress with flats. She should be wear high heels with those long legs of hers. Her hair flows down her back as she tilts her head back from laughter and I can see her eyes sparkle and when she looks my way. Her beautiful smile comes upon her lips as we both move towards each other.

"Anastasia", I greet her as I extend my hand so I can feel her little hand in mine again. It's been too long since I've had contact with this girl.

"Mr. Grey, I'm so glad that you could make it tonight. Do you need a drink?" She looks at me and then bites her lip. Fuck me, that was hot! What the fuck is the girl doing to me? I'm going to need a drink if I'm going to be around her.

"I'll grab one a few moments. It seems you have a good turn out tonight?"

"Yes, I'm a little surprised, but it's a good surprise. Hopefully we will raise a decent amount tonight".

Since we are standing by her photographs, or more like my photographs, I want to know a little bit why she's selling them tonight. Maybe it can give me a clue to see if she into a little BDSM since she posed with handcuffs.

"Did you pose for those photographs?", I ask her and her blush confirms my answer.

She explains that Jose, her ex-boyfriend, took these photos of her when they were together as a couple. Well, his loss is now my good fortune that these will be hanging on my wall. I watch her squirm under my gaze and I'm finding it a bit of a turn on.

"I like them, a lot. You're very beautiful, Anastasia". As I look at the photos again, I picture in my shirt with my handcuffs in my playroom like that. I need to rid myself of these thoughts as my arousal is evident already. "Well, to help contribute to the scholarship fund, I bought all three of them".

She thanks me in a whisper that I find very sexy, so I want to hear it again. I tell her that I'll match whatever she raises tonight. I want to spend more time with her, so maybe she'll come get a drink with me, though I'm sure whatever they are serving here tonight will taste like warm piss.

Surprisingly, she declines a drink and informs me that she already has a water. Not a drinker, I think I like that which means she probably isn't one for getting intoxicated and making a fool of herself. The persistent bastard that I am, I'll ask her out for tomorrow night.

"Very well. Are you available tomorrow night for a drink?"

She gasped slightly at my invitation and rewards me with a slight smile and her big, blue eyes. "Um, yeah, I can meet tomorrow night and I should know the amount raised from tonight's event by then".

Perfect. And even though I already know her number, she doesn't need to know that, so I ask her like normal person would. "What is your number, so I can call you?"

As she gives me her number, a tall, dark, looking man calls for her. We both look in his direction and her smile appears again. What the fuck?

"Is that your boyfriend?", which I hope she says no or Welch is the first person I'm calling when I leave here.

"Oh, no", he's the photographer".

"You let him take those photos of you?" That's her fucking ex-boyfriend? With the look on his face, he looks like he wants to fuck her again.

"The ones you bought? Yes, I did". Yes, my fucking photos but her smile calms me down and I have to take her word that there is nothing going on between them.

"I have to go, but it was nice to see you again Mr. Grey and hopefully I'll talk to you soon".

"Enjoy the rest of your evening, Anastasia", and before I know it, she heading towards that fucker.

As I turn around, I see Kate Kavanagh here. Fuck! I need to leave before she sees me. With that, I turn to leave the gallery with erotic images of Anastasia in my mind.