*Disclaimer:Although I own the rights to this fanfiction, I do not own the characters (even though I truly wished I owned Christian Grey lol) and I do not own the books, etc.

*Synopsis: (AU) – Anastasia Steele (24) is swamped in student loans and college costs and is at the verge of being dropped out of her classes, nearly graduating. Her long time friend, Jose Rodriguez (27) suggests his aunt Elena's exotic BDSM themed night club and helps Ana to get the job as a bartender. When one of the main show girls, Leila Williams (25) gets fired, Christian Grey (26), is left without a partner. Elena is then forced to approach Ana to take the slot. Will Ana take Elena's offer? Or will she run for the hills? OOC/HEA.

(A/N: So, I want to say that I am sorry for the late update. I am currently snowed in and unable to get out to update at all - hence why I am updating by my phone. Please excuse any errors as there will probably be more than what I usually leave behind since I am writing this on my cell. I will try to go back and fix any mistakes as I can.

I am completely blown away with the amount of favs/follows on this story and the awesome reviews keep coming as well. THANK YOU!

I wanted to clear something up before I continued writing. Some have PM'd/reviewed asking why I make Ana dance like a skank. Well, I honestly don't know how to answer that other than saying that I wanted to. I dance like that and it doesn't make me a slut. Well, okay, maybe it does but that is besides the point lol. I like dancing like that ONLY with my husband so if I am slut for dancing like that with my husband, than I'm a slut ;)

Thank you anyways for asking. Enjoy the chapter!)

Chapter 6—Date Night...Well, Morning.

Christian POV

"A word, Miss Williams. Now!" I hiss into Leila's ear after her performance on stage. Without waiting for her response, I grab her by the bend of her elbow and drag her into my office.

Once the door is closed, she leans back onto it, with one of her most devious of smiles. "In need of a quickie, darling?" she murmurs, untying her black sleeveless wrap dress.

I place my hands onto hers to stop her. "For fucks sake, Leila. Have you no dignity?"

She narrows her eyes at me, releasing her grip on the tie of her dress, and pushes past me to grab the bottle of Scotch from my desk. She walks towards the mini-bar built into my bookcase and grabs a glass. "So," she sighs, "if you're not looking to lay me out on this desk and fuck my brains out, then why am I here?" she hisses, taking a drink as she leans against my desk.

I smile angrily. "Pushing you're bare tits onto my happily engaged brother on backstage isn't good enough reason, Miss Williams?"

"Jealous?" she smirks, taking another drink. Her eyes are still glued on me.

"Not in the least little bit, Leila. I've told you, we're through. What you've done was completely unacceptable, as well as unprofessional and you owe Elliot and Kate an apology."

She scoffs, giggling. "Over my dead body." she whispers with a smile.

I walk up to her, and she gasps once we're nose to nose. I look over her body, down then back up in disgust. "That can easily be arranged, Miss Williams."

She blinks rapidly, cocking her head back in bitter shock. "Are you threatening me, Mr. Grey?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are coming in here, causing a riot between my brother and his soon-to-be wife? I warned you, Leila. And now, I'm cutting all ties with you. As unfortunate as it is to say, because you have been one of my best dancers..." I lean in closer, and she closes her eyes—I assume she thinks I'm going to kiss her—but I stop once my lips are breaths away from her ear, "You. Are. Fired!" I hiss in a whisper.

I push past her and head over to my filing cabinet, where I pull out Miss Williams' file. This is a bittersweet moment. I'm glad to be rid of the bitch, but at the same time, Floggers is now minus one dancer.

"You can't do this to me! You're supposed to be a silent partner, which means you have no right. Elena runs the show here." she yells, forcibly pushing me with her hands.

What the fuck?!

I close my eyes and begin to count to ten.

One... Two... Three...

"Christian, please! This club means everything to me." she begs. I sit down at my desk and continue to pull out her paperwork, trying real hard to ignore her before I completely snap.

Four... Five... Six...

"You're a monster! A vile, cruel monster whom only thinks of himself!" she hisses. She's probably right. It's not the first time a woman has told me this information. I mean after all, I am pretty heartless. Special Thanks to Leila and her new-found lover, which was part of my security team.

Seven... Eight... Nine...

"I'll ruin you, Christian Grey, and everyone that stands in my way!"

TEN!

I jump out of my chair, slinging it backwards as I slowly, yet venomously stalk the vicious woman in front of me. Her gasp and steps back tell me she saw my dark, deadly glare. Yes, Dominant Christian is in the house, plus five.

Once I have her backed up against the wall, her chest begins to move to match her rapid breathing, in what? Fear? Good, she should be afraid me! I cross my arms and raise a brow, as my head cocks to one side. "This has nothing to do with your love for the club. It's the fact that you have completely lost control over me and your desperate to get it all back."

I smirk as she flinches. Then the next few sentences fall off my tongue, venomously, "Let me make myself clear. One. Last. Time, Leila! You and I are nothing more than acquaintances with an unfortunate past. The only good thing that came from our relationship was the control you gave to me."

She raises a brow, all fear has disappeared as she gives me the exact same gaze as I give to her. "You're exactly right, Christian. I made you..." she takes a step closer to me and brushes her lips against mine, causing my blood to boil even further. "And I will break you. You better remember that." she hisses before pushing past me.

"Break me?" I chuckle before she makes it fully to the door. I turn to face her, as she has turned to face me. "Not even your stupid affair with Samantha Prescott broke me, Leila. As a matter of fact," I add stepping closer to her until she is pinned against the door, "That is what made me who I am today. Nobody... and I do mean no-damn-body can break the new and improved Christian Grey. Now get the fuck out of my office and stay the hell away from me."

She's silent as tears begin to fall down her cheeks. My heartless ego forces me to smile. "Hmm. Looks who's broken now."

Suddenly, I'm pulled back to reality when there is a knock at my door. Leila makes no attempt to move. "Out." I growl low.

On the second knock, she turns on her heels and snaps open the door. I return to my desk, sitting on it and grab Leila's unfinished drink and try to shake off this headache that she left behind.

"Christian?" I look up and there she is. Anastasia and all of her beauty. She looks quite confused, but I guess I can't blame her.

"Please, Miss Steele... Have a seat." I mutter, swallowing what's left in my glass before taking a seat at my desk. "There's something that I wanted to discuss with you. In private."

"Ooookay." she says. She sits down in front of my desk, just like she did when I first took the pleasure of interviewing her. She looks a bit worried.

"Miss Steele." I begin.

"Ana." she corrects me.

"Anastasia." I say. I actually prefer that over Ana or Miss Steele. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. "I want to let you know that I run background checks on those who work for me."

She giggles. What a lovely sound... "Yes, Mister Grey. I'm highly aware of that."

I sit up slightly and pull out her file, laying it down onto the desk, opening it. I can't seem to take my eyes off of her. Hot damn, she's beautiful!

I pull out a sheet of paper and slide it over to her across the desk and wait for her to take the bait. If anything, I'm hoping she tells me about what happened to her and who did it. I would love to be able to face the motherfucker that did this to her; although, it's quite obvious who did do it. I had put two and two together earlier.

She glances over the paperwork and I simply wait.

Keep going down, Miss Steele...

On down...

Keep reading a little bit further...

Suddenly, her expression changes to a combination of fear, anger, hurt, and sadness. She snaps her head up, glaring at me.

Bingo!

"H-H-How did you?"

"Find out? Easy. I have once of the best men for the job. I don't hire amateurs, Miss Steele. These people that are a part of my security team are simply the best in Washington State, and maybe even the US of A."

I stand, walking over in front of my desk, hoping that she starts talking about the assault. I cross my arms and lean back onto the mahogany surface, and soon, I regret even showing her the paperwork when tears stain her eyes.

"But these are personal medical records, Christian. Records from when I was nearly 18!" she snaps.

Alright, she's a little upset...understandable.

"Okay, well, I run thorough background checks on my employees. That's how I got this." I murmur. She goes silent, still glaring at me with tear stained eyes. "You suffered quite a bit, Miss Steele. Right now, I am trying to get a better understanding of what happened." I add.

"No, what you're doing is invading people's privacy and using work as an excuse to get there, Mr. Grey, and I am just not having it!" she hisses.

Okay, maybe she's a little more than just upset... but dammit does she look hot while angry.

She gets out of her chair and stalks toward me. I swallow hard at the close proximity between us. "I am not interested in telling you, nor the drunken homeless man a single word of my past. Because that is exactly what it is, my past. And frankly, I would appreciate it if this subject was never brought back up again." We are now nose to nose. Fuck! If she gets any closer our lips would definitely touch... "The Ana you read about died a long time ago. This," she says pointing towards herself, "is the reborn of something greater than that 17 year old girl. And I will. Not. Go. Back."

"Ana—"

"Hard limit, Mr. Grey. I'm sure that is a term you know very well." she says defensively. Good God! She knows about limits? Fuck. Me. Running! My cock begins to twitch.

I stand up straight, glaring down at her with my most domineering gaze. "Are you finished, Miss Steele?"

She shrugs, crossing her arms as she says a simple "Yes."

And in that moment I feel completely vulnerable. I can resist her no longer...

Honestly, I have no idea what came over me. This isn't something I normally do, but the only excuse I can come up with is that I allowed all of my control to slip through my fingers.

Allowed, Grey? What the fuck is wrong with you?!

I was a goner the moment she began running that smart mouth of hers. All I wanted to do was shut her up, and before I knew it, my lips crashed against hers. And what places the cherry on top of that fine sundae is the fact that she kissed me right back. Oh, and how good it felt to have her lips pressed against mine.

Once it was all said and done, she shocked me even further by striking me. Honestly, I didn't feel a damn thing. I only know that her hand had made contact with my face.

"How dare you take advantage of me!" she whispers.

"Wow." I barely get out in one breath, completely numb by the glorious feeling of the aftershocks of the intoxicating kiss I just shared with Anastasia. I'm slightly speechless to top it all off, and all I can think about now is how badly I want that to happen again. I highly doubt that she would want to kiss me again... or give me head, or ride my cock into oblivion... STOP IT, GREY!

She scoffs, not saying another word. Before I knew it, Ana had began walking towards the door to leave. This completely takes me back to the here and now and I feel a slight ping of panic as she grabs the doorknob.

"Wait! Anastasia, please." I find my words finally. But again, she's silent, and she continues out the door.

I slump back into my chair once the door clicks shut and rub a hand through my hair before running it down my face. Good going dumb-ass! Now you've ruined everything!

No... I won't believe that. Anastasia needs this job. She wouldn't leave over something simple I did... which was stupid and careless... or would she?

I can't let that happen! I won't let her leave because of me! I get up out of my chair and frantically grab my coat, rushing out of my office to try and catch her before she leaves. I feel like I should explain myself to her. Apologize for my actions. I just need to fix this between us so things don't end on a bad note.

As I enter the main floor, I realize that I didn't have to go far. Slumped onto a bar stool, leaning onto the bar with her back towards me is none other than Anastasia Steele. From the looks of it, we're the only ones here. I take a deep breath and sigh heavily, looking down at my feet. When I look back up, I straighten my coat and stand straight as I begin walking towards her.

"You can't do that to me again." she whispers as she pours herself some Jack. I'm shocked that she even knew of my presence, but she did.

I sit on the bar stool next to her, my hands are clasped onto the bar and my thumbs are fidgety. Damn, why is this so hard to do? Just say you're sorry and walk the fuck away. Easy. As. Pie, Grey!

I sigh again, unable to look at her. I realize that in this moment, I am ashamed of what I've done. This feeling is quite new to me considering that I have never had to answer to anybody for my actions. It's slightly unnerving to say the least. But in my defense, Anastasia isn't like anybody else. She is strong minded and brave. I can't even recollect the last time some one had stood up to me. Hell, she's the first to strike me since Leila.

I look up and watch as she traces the rim of the glass with her finger. "I'm sorry." I finally say. The corner of her mouth slowly lifts, but is short lived as she throws the rest of her drink back, and slams her glass down.

"You should be, Mr. Grey." she turns on her stool, facing me. "That was highly unprofessional, especially coming from you." she adds.

"The background check, or the kiss?"

"Both." she deadpans, pouring herself another drink.

A grin spreads over my lips. "Which one is more over the other?"

She blushes, biting her bottom lip, I assume to stifle smiling back at me. "Perhaps the kiss?" she whispers.

Dammit woman, stop biting that fucking lip!

"Well, I guess that makes two of us then. Before you slapped me, I clearly recall you kissing me back." I smirk. She pours herself another full glass and chugs it on the spot. She's nervous.

"Well, it will never happen again." she says without even looking up at me. Suddenly, I feel like she's gutted me. It will never happen again?

"Can I be honest with you?" I ask, not taking my eyes off of her.

She nods. "Yes. By all means." she murmurs, narrowing her eyes at me.

I can't help the chuckle that escapes me from her actions. She is quite adorable when she's trying to be serious. "What if I want it to happen again?"

"It's not a debate, Christian. It can't happen again."

"Why not?"

"Because you're my bossq." she whispers.

Hmm... I smirk. "In that case, you're fired."

"Christian!" she scolds.

I laugh. "Just kidding."

She giggles. Oh, that sound... it's become my favorite symphony.

"Truce?" I ask. She shrugs. Looking up, our eyes lock and we just stare at each other momentarily.

She's the first to look away. "I'd better get home. Jose is probably wondering why I haven't made it there yet."

"Then tell him the truth. Tell him that you were with me. I'm sure he would understand." I shrug.

Ana POV

"No-can-do, Mr. Grey. I signed a non-disclosure agreement that states that I am not to talk about anything that goes on in this club. And knowing Jose, he would ask a massive amount of questions." I murmur.

Surprisingly, all frustrations from earlier has vanished. This isn't the intimidating Christian that I met last night... this is happy-go-lucky Christian. And I must admit, I like it.

He places his elbows up onto the bar, perching his chin onto his clasped hands. Our eyes lock once more. "Well, there is one way to work around that tiny little detail, Anastasia." he murmurs with an all-white-toothy grin.

Hmm... this could be interesting. Especially coming from the great Christian Grey.

"And what might that be, Mr. Grey?"

"Well, if you're hungry, we could go grab a bite to eat. My treat?" he says.

Did he just ask me out? On a date?

I look at my phone to check the time. Holy shit! "Seriously? It's nearly two in the morning. No offense, but I highly doubt a high-priced restaurant of your choice is even open this late."

Silence...

I sigh, rolling my bottom lip between my teeth. "I really should get going. Thank you for the offer, though, Mr. Grey." and with that, I stand and grab the black leather jacket Jose left for me on one of the bar stools, slipping it on, and head for the door. But I am brought to a halt when he begins to speak.

"Look, I was an ass. The least I could do to make it up to you is take you out for a meal."

Jesus, this man obviously doesn't know when to give up... I sigh as I turn to face him. "And where exactly would we go at this late hour?"

He raises a brow as both corners of his mouth rise. "I know just the place." he stands walking towards me, taking my hand into his. "Come."

We're seated in a booth, sitting directly across from one another, at 13 Coins, a diner located on Boren Ave in Bellvue. It's Seattle's quintessential 24-hour restaurant. The décor falls somewhere between fabulously dated and elegant and quirky.

The lights are slightly dim. Beige colored carpeted floors. The walls are made up of cream colored marble with steel metal trim around the tops, separating the walls from the ceiling. The seating varieties in either mahogany wood, black leather booth benches with thick, mahogany wooden tables; mahogany perfectly squared tables which seats four with black metal chairs, cushioned by more black leather; or by the mahogany curve-wooden bar, with steel metal bar stools seated with leather.

A pale red-headed woman approaches us and lays down a couple of menus, "And what can I get you two to drink?" she asks, batting her eyes at Christian. I don't know why, but I feel a tad-bit jealous suddenly.

I shake the unwanted feeling away as I respond. "I'll just have some tea, thank you." I mutter, scanning my menu. Christian asks for a cup of coffee, black.

"Do you need a little more time, or are you ready to order?" she asks Christian more than she is me. This is actually becoming irritating.

Christian doesn't once take his eyes off me. I could feel them burning through me the whole time we've been here. It's a little unnerving. "I'll take the Steak and Egg Breakfast Bruschetta on French." he says, his eyes still glued on me. He didn't even look at the menu. It must be one of his favorites.

"I uhm..." I begin. Jesus, the prices are a bit extreme! Luckily for me, I got paid tips tonight so, "I'll have the Spinach Omelet with spicy tomato sauce on the side, please." I say closing my menu, handing it to our waitress, whom is still eye-fucking Christian.

I mean seriously, give the woman a fucking drool bucket for God's sake!

She sashays purposely away from our table and disappears into the back. Thank God! I know I have no right to be jealous, but I am. I hate how she looks at him, even though he paid her no mind. I look up at him and flush. Why is he staring at me?

My eyes dart to the waitress who is now returning with our drinks. I thank her and as she sashays away again, I choke on ,both, a giggle and my tea. "I think she likes you." I whisper, sitting my cup down with a smirk on my face.

"And?" he asks.

Well, uhm... "She just seemed pretty desperate to get your attention." I sigh, locking eyes with him.

He chuckles. "Yes, well, I have my eyes set for only one person at the moment, Miss Steele, and it's definitely not the waitress."

Asfkjhkglks!

I flush. "Uhm... okay."

"So, tell me a little bit about yourself. What are you majoring in, Anastasia?"

"English Literature."

He smiles. "Ah, the hopeless romantic."

"I wouldn't say hopeless. Romantic? Yes." I smile shyly.

"So I assume that you are the book-worm type, correct?"

"Maybe." I shrug, fully aware that I'm biting my bottom lip.

He closes his eyes and sighs heavily. Opening his eyes, I realize that they have become a few shades darker. I shoot my eyes to my hands which are laying in my lap.

"Please don't do that, Anastasia." he breathes, his tone is seductive, sexy even. It shoots shivers down my spine, my stomach does a flip, and electric shockwaves spread all the way to my core.

I snap my head back up to meet his deep, dark gray gaze. "I'm sorry." I whisper.

"I'm not trying to scold you. It's just that if you're wanting to be strictly professional, it would be highly advised that you not bite your lip. Otherwise, I may not be able to control myself... especially with you." he murmurs.

For the love of everything holy! What the fuck is this man trying to do to me?!

I may not be able to control myself...

Especially with you...

With you...

You!

Me?! Why me?!

I'm flushed... turned on... and I hardly know this man! Snap out of it Ana!

Unconciously, I bite my lip again and instantly release it when the realization of the situation sets dead into my brain.

Oops!

He moves so fast that I don't even know what's happening until he's standing directly beside me, extending his hand out to me. "Let's go." he gasps, his tone seems pained.

No matter how hard I try, I just can't tear away from his gaze. I'm frozen in place, unsure of what events might occur if I allow this man to take me out of this restaurant.

Finally, my mind is made up and as I stand I grab my coat and bolt for the door. I just can't do this...

It doesn't take him long to catch up to me, and boy can he run. Seems like it only took him three strides to get in front of me. He places his hands onto my shoulders, preventing me from going any further and I look over to my right shoulder at his long-fingered manicured hand... which is touching me. Oh, please, help me now!

I can feel the tension building between us while I continue to gaze at his hand. I know that if I look up into his beautiful smoky eyes again, I'll be a goner and my body will win this battle with him. But I take a chance anyways and look up until my eyes reach his. Blue to gray.

We stand there in complete silence, just gazing at each other when his lips part and he pushes a puff of air out. I feel like I am staring at a predator, for his eyes are now full of deep hunger and are completely black besides the very thin line of gray outlining it.

"Anastasia..." he whispers leaning in towards me.

Please, God no!

Words have failed me once again. I shake my head as I gasp from the closing-in proximity between us in an attempt to deny him. And when it feels like I can no longer breathe, I close my eyes as the words I couldn't say moments ago to him return and hurl at him at full force, "Stop!" and he comes to a complete halt. "I have to—have—I gotta..." I stutter under my breath, "I have to go. I'm sorry. This was a mistake."

He backs away from me, removing his hands from my shoulders and I nod at him as I walk past him and wave for a taxi. I hate that I left him in such a manner, but I can't lose focus on my job just so I can make-out with the boss. I wasn't raised that way, and it would be completely out of character for me. Foolish even. A cab finally pulls to a stop and I turn to face Christian one last time before heading home. "Goodnight, Mr. Grey."

"Good morning, Miss Steele." is his only reply as he steps into the back of his black Audi SUV.

When I arrive home, I do my best to not wake José as I enter the apartment. To my surprise, Jose is already awake, his eyes wide and a tumbler at hand.

"Sweet Jesus, Ana! What the hell is wrong with you?" he says. I don't Blane him for being upset because I know he cares about me, as I do him, and I didn't tell him nothing at the club, nor did I call or text him. As a matter of fact, my phone had died during the drive to the apartment.

Ugh! Its late. "I'm sorry, José. I was-"

"Then tell him the truth. Tell him that you were with me. I'm sure he would understand."

"Well?" he pushes, crossing his arms.

"Mr. Grey and I went out for a very early breakfast. Sorry I didn't call you. My phone died." I mutter, clapping my phone onto my palm.

His eyes have grown even wider. "Wait... The Christian Grey? Our boss, Mr. Grey?!" he says with the biggest shit-eatin'-grins on his face. Ugh, oh boy. Here we go with the José inquisition.

"José, please. I'll explain another time. Right now, all I want to do is go to bed." I whine that last sentence, furrowing my brows as I cross my arms back at him.

He nods and I sigh as I lock the door behind me, taking his leather coat off and hanging it onto one of the dinner-table chairs. I walk up to him and wrap my arms around him, placing a kiss onto his cheek. "Thank you for always looking out for me, José. I truly am sorry for worrying you. Forgive me?" I say as I give him the fat lip with fake-saddened eyes.

He tries to look hard, but after a few moments he gives in. "Whatever, Anabelle. Just don't do it again. You nearly gave me a hear attack!"

"Deal!" I smile, turning to head to my room.

"Oh, and Ana?"

"Yes, Jose?"

"We're going costume shopping tomorrow, well, today, since the club doesn't function on Sundays. Elena is throwing a costume only party at the club this coming weekend and employees have to dress up as well."

Shit! Damn! Fuck!

"Alright, alright. I'm off to bed now. Goodnig- good morning, Jose." and with that, I head into my bedroom.

I fell asleep not long after hitting my head on the pillow, drifting into a deep sleep where I live in a world where Christian and I are always together.

**Ending it there. I'm going to be honest and say that I am not one who is good at prolonging the couple when writing lol. Although I am trying really hard, my inner writer says LETS DO THIS SHIT! I will admit that I will purposely confuse you, ask my lovely Beastie readers ;) I am one who likes to write cliff hangers as well. Just be informed in case any of that happens. Anyways, I know it wasn't much of anything special but again, I am trying for slow paced here lol. Sorry for mistakes, I typed this on my phone and it took me 4 days since the print is so small on my phone. My eyes went cross sited several times and my phone froze up on me as well. Not sure when the next update will be due to still being stuck up on my hill x.x but I will try for soon since you all are so lovely :) thanks again. Xoxo!**