*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: Okay, so the Dom/Sub thing was an absolute no from most of you. No problem! Threw it out. As far as the POV thing goes, you all mentioned that it should stay that way. Well, I can try and push the chapters out for you guys since you all have been so wonderful! Thanks again for the reviews! Time jump happens here, but not by much. The chapter is shorter than the norm too, but that's okay. Just means more chapters than planned lol. Enjoy!

-Chapter 13—Shh, You're In a Library-

Ana POV

The music is low. A piano is playing, in fact. I can't see due to the blindfold covering my eyes. My arms are bound above my head. My legs are bound spread apart. I'm naked. I feel the slight breeze slipping up the bottom hem of my thin silk silver robe. My body is trembling. Fear. I'm terrified. I focus on my other senses and can hear the faint sounds of people speaking all around me. My heart is frantic and my breathing has increased.

My body jolts, startled when the sound of heavy footsteps approach me. I pull onto the restraints, but they don't give. I want to scream but I can't find my voice. It's imprisoned in my trembling body.

Hot breath touches my exposed neck and I shiver. I can smell a masculine scent of cologne mixed with... vanilla? It seems so familiar, but I can't place my finger on who it is, although, I recognize him to be male. I wait for my captor to speak, but words never come. Instead, I feel his tongue glide up my neck, over my chin, and finally, it dips into my mouth. I am immediately intoxicated by the taste of wine and wild berries.

I gasp. It's Christian.

The blindfold lifts and I blink rapidly, trying to adjust to the bright light beaming down on me. On us. I peek around Christian to see a full crowd standing close to the stage. Their eyes are not on Christian, but on me, and me alone. My mouth gapes open to assist my breathing. I feel faint. Exposed. Used. And terrified of what's going to happen next.

My eyes dart back up to Christian and he's smiling deviously at me.

"What are you doing?" I ask, fear evident in my voice. I pull on my restraints again, and he laughs.

"There's no use, Miss Steele. They won't break."

Tears burn the backs of my eyes and my body slumps in defeat. He unfastens his belt and whips it out of the loops with a snap. My eyes stay focused on his. My chest is now heaving... up, down, up, down. My body is hot as if I were injected with liquid fire. Sweat bubbles up onto my forehead and a stray droplet slides down the side of my face.

"W-What are you going to do to me?" I ask, shakily. He doesn't answer. He grasps the lapels of my robe then tugs at the sash, opening the robe slightly, then all of the way...

"You. Are. Mine." he growls, crashing his lips onto mine in a bruising kiss.

I jump up from the bed, forced awake by my dream. I'm gasping for breath as if the oxygen were water and I was dying of thirst. What the hell was that all about? I asked myself. But honestly, I already knew the answer to that question.

It's now Wednesday, four days since the incident in the rehearsal room with Christian happened and I have put some deep thought into whether or not I wanted to be his submissive. I know that that is what he wants, but after tiresome research into Dominant's and Submissive's for the past four days, I've become physically ill.

I just can't do it.

I thought that it wasn't such a big deal after what Christian done to me against that stripper pole, but the images from my research have painted a bigger picture for me. The information I came across reminded me of what Derek had done to me, and I just can't go back to that again. So, despite how I feel about Christian, I've avoided him completely. The first two days after what we did, he called. But I just couldn't bring myself to answer the phone. I couldn't bear to hear his voice during the detoxification.

I just wanted this whole thing to evaporate and disappear forever. Hell, I wanted to act like nothing happened at all. But the more I denied myself of having him around, the more the pain grew inside of my broken heart. I missed him. Wanted him. Needed him like a drug I've become addicted to, but I resisted at full force because I can't relive my past with him, no matter how much I care about him.

Granted, he was pretty gentle with me back at Floggers. But who's to say that once he gets me where he wants me that he won't hurt me? That he won't beat the hell out of me like I had seen in video clips on the internet? And then what happens when he's had his feel of me? Throw me out like garbage? No, thank you!

My heart wouldn't handle that. Not in the slightest. I can't and I won't go back to that life!

Once showered, I put my matching white lace bra and pantie set on and then dress into one of my most comfortable outfits. A white cami with a touch of lace along the top going across my breasts. Since it's getting warmer outside due to Spring weather pouring in, I decide on a pair of cut of light blue denim shorts and white flip flops.

To top off my outfit, I grab a see-thru white and pink floral scarf shirt that Jose had bought me for my birthday one year. It's silky smooth and comfortable and will help keep me cool under the sun's hot rays. I pin my long chestnut brown hair into a low side pony tail, and decide on wearing my glasses rather than take the time to put in my contacts. Make-up can kiss my ass as well. It's not like I'm trying to impress anyone.

Did I mention that my car had been released from the shop yesterday? Hell yes! I missed my beloved black 2008 Chevy Malibu and am glad to finally have my own way around the city without bumming rides from Jose, or borrowing his car. It was yet another gift for my birthday before I started college from the best dad a girl could ever ask for, Ray.

I sigh. I need to go up and visit him. I did promise him, after all. Perhaps during spring break I will drop by there on the way back thru from visiting my mother, which I am not looking forward to. But, she's my mother, and I love her unconditionally even though she did not return the gesture for parts of my life. But that's a totally different conversation that I think can wait for another time.

Grabbing my car keys, I head out to my car. I drive towards the college so that I can navigate the library for a decent book to do a report on for Friday's final in my English Lit class. I mean, sure, I could go to the public library to search their inventory, but the college seems to have more in stock and a way better selection to choose from.

Upon arrival, I rolled up my windows and locked the doors to my car once out of the car, popping my trunk open to grab my backpack. I don't have class today, but I'm bringing my stuff in with me so that I can take notes and work on other subjects while I'm here. And, of course, I'm trying to get Christian Grey and his offer of submission off of my mind.

I know that this won't fully get him off of my mind because I have to work at Floggers overtime this weekend to make up for calling in tonight, which means I will see him physically at some point. But I want to regain control and get back to where I lived my life independently, without distractions. It's for the best, not only for my independence, but for my heart as well. I know I'm falling hard for him. And way too fast, too.

As I walk into the college, I wonder if he ever thinks of me like I think about him constantly. Does he even care for me? Of course he cares. He wouldn't make love to you if he didn't feel anything at all. No. Correction... We fucked. We had full blown consensual, no-strings-attached, lust filled, adulterated, hot and sticky sex topped with a little kink if the whole tying me to a strippers pole is any indication.

Anyways, what it all comes down to is that neither of us went into this whole sex-capade for love... at least I didn't try to develop feelings in the end. I'm broke from my thoughts when my back pocket begins to vibrate. I stop in front of the library's door, pulling out my phone to find that Christian has sent me yet another text.

Where are you? We need to talk, Anastasia. Call me, please.—C

I sigh as I lock my phone without even responding. I know what you're thinking. It's wrong of me to ignore him. But what else am I supposed to do? Tell him I'm falling in love with him? That I have developed feelings for him since we first met? No. I just can't do that. Even if I did, he still would not want me in the same way. He would only see me as a submissive and my heart would not be able to handle his rejection of something more. I enter the library.

Minutes turn into hours, and yet I still have yet to find the perfect book to do my paper on. I know it seems a little weird of me to take so much time to find a stupid book, but I am a pretty picky woman when it comes to reading. Just like how people are picky about food, the clothes they wear, or the types of cars they drive. I left my backpack at one of the study tables near the front. I hope no one bothers it. I laugh quietly to myself at how stupid that sounds. I mean, seriously... who is going to bother a fucking backpack?

I finally make my way to the very back of the library, passing the librarian, Mrs. Cooke along the way. She smiles at me whilst returning books to their original places on the shelves and I wave as I continue to walk towards the Vintage section. I trail my fingertips along the spines of the many books as I scan the shelves. I get the sense that I'm being watched, so I look over my shoulder to find that I'm very much alone. I shrug it off as nothing and continue my search.

Finally, I grab three books. One I am very familiar with, and the other two I haven't had a chance to read yet. As I turn to head back to the study table where I left my things at, I gasp with high pitched yelp and the books I have collected drop to the floor with a loud thud.

"Hello, Anastasia." his deep, sensual voice makes my name sound like pur as it falls off his lips. It's Christian. I am beyond shocked at this point because I have no idea how on Earth he found me here when I haven't spoke to him in four days, unless...

"I'm going to kill Jose." I whisper more to myself, rather than to the sexy, oh-so-masculine, gray eyed Adonis standing before me. He's even sexier than I remember. Light blue worn-out jeans that hang in the most sexiest way off his hips. His plain black V-neck short sleeved T-shirt shows off his impressive muscular biceps under the strained fabric of his sleeves. And Oh, God... the way he's leaning on one of many bookshelves with his arms crossed helps strain the fabric of his shirt to show off his ripped torso.

His bulging veins wrap around his forearms in that deliciously sexy way. His copper-brown hair is dangling over his forehead. And his eyes... Oh for the love of God and everything Holy... this man's eyes are full of hunger. And I've been avoiding this? Am I crazy? What the fuck is wrong with me!

And I think I just creamed myself. Jesus!

He's always been such a beautiful man, but today, he's the hottest I've ever seen him. I bite my lip and kneel to begin picking up my books. When I feel that familiar zap of electricity, I look up with the realization of our hands touching while trying to pick up the same book. My cheeks are on fire and I'm having a difficult time breathing. How can one man affect me so badly?

I clear my throat and grab the remaining books off the floor, taking my eyes off his in the process as I stand. I have no idea what to do now, because I'm pretty much cornered back here with no way to go. I mean, I could just push past him and stride to grab my things. But he would just follow me. I know he would because he's been trying to get a hold of me while I've been trying to avoid him as long as possible. Now here we are. Face to face, and I don't know what to say.

"How are you?" he asks, standing while shoving his hands down into his pockets.

"I-I'm fine." I lie, stumbling over my words because I'm still shocked to see him here.

"That's good, I suppose."

Why is he acting so strangely around me? Is there something wrong? He seems a bit off. A little more... what's the word? Nervous? "How are you?" I retort, clearing my throat again. It almost feels like someone is choking me; wrapping their hands around my neck, even though no one is touching me.

The librarian peeps around a book shelf, two rows down and whispers, "Shh! You're in a library. Keep your voices down." then disappears back behind the book shelf she's working on.

I roll my eyes and I direct my gaze back on Christian. "Are you avoiding me, Miss Steele?" he whispers, gazing deeply into my eyes.

My mouth opens to respond, but the words don't come out right away. "Uhm... no. I-I've just been... busy. School work and... stuff." I whisper back.

"And stuff?"

"Yeah, like—" I trail off, unable to come up with something besides school work as an excuse for why I haven't spoke to him. Then an idea comes to mind. "Like job applications. I'm hoping to pick up a job that relates to my degree when I graduate this Summer." I shrug with a nervous smile because I haven't actually been putting applications in.

"Hmm." he mumbles, dropping his head in defeat whilst he nods, accepting my story. His head darts back up and his tongue slides out to lick his lips. I'm so dazed and turned on by this gesture, that it feels like he's doing this in slow motion. "And have you thought about my offer in between books, papers, and job applications?"

"Yes." I whisper, looking anywhere, but, at him. "I have thought about it. I even did some research on the matter to try to understand it more."

"And?"

"And I just can't do it. I'm sorry. It's just not for me." I pause, briefly before speaking again. "Why are you here, anyways? I'm pretty busy right now, as you can see." I whisper, holding out the books as way of explaining. "I really should get going." I add, sadly, looking down at my feet. I continue to stare at my feet, hoping and praying that he gets the hint to just walk away. I am in control this way. Don't look at him or you may cave!

A pair of white sneakers come into view in front of my feet and my face heats up again. My heart begins to race and I swallow hard, trying to control my erratic breathing. Well, that doesn't help at all. I should have walked away. He's cupping my face, bringing my head up to meet his gaze. There is a questioning expression on his face. His eyes are searching mine for answers.

He traces my jaw with his fingertips, then tucks a stray tendril of hair behind my ear causing me to shiver. My eyes close and my chest is heaving in an awkward combination of emotions. My heart begins a frantic melody deep inside of my chest. It has ached for his touch and now that he's touched me again, I feel as if I could just die peacefully, with no regrets.

My mouth goes dry when I look back up into his eyes. They tell me he wants me just as badly as I want him. Why not just give in one last time to the temptation? Why can't we just share one more night together as way of saying good-bye? Just one more time wouldn't hurt, right?

He leans in towards me, trading glances between my lips and eyes and I instantly know that he's trying to ask for permission. It's as if he's read my mind. I nod to his request, and instantly, he places his lips against mine for a sweet, tender kiss. I drop the books that I'm holding and wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

His hands are all over my body. My back. My waist. My hips. The sides of my breasts. My neck. My hair. Then finally he rests his hands onto my ass, squeezing both cheeks into each hand. I moan softly at the sensation of it and it's right then that I realize that we're moving towards the book shelf behind me whilst our lips are still locked.

When my back finally hits the shelves, our kiss turns into something more desperate. Needy even, and full of passion. He sucks my tongue into his mouth, nibbling on it, then growls into my mouth. He glides his hands up to the curves of my sides and lifts me, causing my silk floral scarf shirt to slide down on one side, exposing my right shoulder. My legs wrap around his waist on instinct. My flip flops fall off of my feet as I lock my ankles above his ass.

"Why am I just seeing you in glasses?" he breathes into my mouth, kissing me, then trails kisses down my neck, leaving a trail of fire behind them.

"Does it matter?" I mewl when he bites me on the exposed shoulder, healing it with his tongue with little licks.

"You look so fucking sexy in them. You should wear them more often." he growls, crushing his lips against mine once again. I gasp when he begins grinding his hard member into me, thrusting against me in sync with each stroke of his tongue. I throw my head back against the book shelf behind me and moan at how amazing this man makes me feel. I want him. I need him. I have to have him... now!

"Ahh! Christian!" I whimper a little louder than I truly wanted to. I lean forward and take his ear into my mouth, nibbling it with my teeth then moving on down to suck on his neck. If this is going to be the last time I'm with this man, I'm going to leave my mark.

"Fuck!" he breathes. "I want you, Anastasia. You have no idea how much I've missed you." he adds. I freeze, my eyes widening. Did he just say that he missed me?

"What?" I ask, and I raise my head to eye level with him, gazing into his eyes.

He chuckles. "I said I've missed you, Ana. But, if we are going to put an end to this, then I think we should go out with a bang. Don't you agree?"

I want to tell him no, that we should stay together. I want to tell him that I want him to be a part of my life, that we could build something together, and make love together until the sun comes up. Instead, I take the coward way out and nod my head, biting my lip.

He smiles. "I'll see you tonight then at your apartment since you won't be coming to the club." he mutters, placing his lips against mine. I grab his face and hold him in place while I dart my tongue into his mouth. He groans, biting my lip causing me to cry out. I gasp, pulling away from the kiss and place my hand over my mouth when I heard the echo of my cry travel through the library.

Footsteps approach us but it's too late for us to untangle now. I look over Christian's shoulder at Mrs. Cooke, while Christian hides his face in the crook of my neck. I can feel, rather than see his smile. Obviously he thinks this is hilarious.

"I said be quiet. You're in a library!" she says before walking off shaking her head. "Damned kids." she adds under her breath. She's probably just as embarrassed by seeing us like this as I am. My body erupts into laughter, amd Christian laughs with me as our foreheads press together.

He places me down onto my feet, picking up my books while I straighten my clothes back out and fix my hair. He hands me my books once I've slid my feet back into my flip flops, then gestures his hand for me to lead the way. Suddenly, he grabs my hips and pulls me back flush against him, his erection still standing at attention and grinding it into my ass. "I'll be at your apartment at eight." he says, placing an open mouth kiss onto my neck. "Laters, baby." he adds, then releases me.

We walk side by side towards the front and I stop at where my things are sitting. He continues for the door, but pauses briefly to look at me from over his shoulder. Slowly, a smile creeps up on his face, and it ignites a smile on my face, too. He nods at me, as way of saying good-bye, then turns and walks out of the door. I sigh, slumping down into my chair. What on Earth have I done to deserve such a sexy man like Christian Grey?

I sigh again, knowing full well that I won't be able to work on my paper until I take a cold shower. My heart and mind are somewhere else at the moment, so I won't be able to concentrate. And I know that I shouldn't do this with him, but I can't help myself. I need to feel our bodies come together without a single stitch of clothing between us. I need to feel special again. I need to feel cherished and wanted... needed. I need him.

I grab my things and make my way towards the front desk to check out the books I selected and blush when I see Mrs. Cooke smiling at me. But it's not the normal smile of greeting, it's more like a hey-I-caught-you-dry-humping-against-a-book-shelf kind of smile. I can't believe she saw that, and now I have a feeling that both of us will never look at each other the same way again.

"Here you are, Miss Steele. The books are due back in two weeks. If you can't get them back here during operating hours, there is a book drop box right outside the building. Have a good day, Miss Steele." and with that, she hands me my books and turns away from me to start working on something else.

Christian POV

I leave the library with one of the biggest smiles on my face. I'm twirling my car keys around my index finger and humming quietly to myself as if I had just won the damn lottery. I don't think I've ever been this happy in my entire life, except for the time when I was adopted.

Then it hits me, and I stop everything that I'm doing, including walking. This is it. It's over after this.

Will I be able to let her go after? Of course I will. I went into this thing not wanting nothing more, and so did she. No strings attached.

But you are attached, Grey. You know it as well as I do. The voice in my head tells me. I swallow hard. This is going to be harder than I thought. But I will manage. I always do.

I begin walking towards my car again, this time, with thoughts of how memorable I want this last time to be. I'm a selfish man. I want to keep her around a hell of a lot longer. So, I plan to make this experience one that she will never forget.

I'm not into the hearts and flowers kind of thing, but perhaps if I give into it one time, I will succeed in keeping her as mine. I'm pained by thoughts of her being with somebody else. I don't want that. She belongs to me.

We belong... together.

She was made for me, I'm sure of it. The way her mouth perfectly molds with mine. The way I fit precisely between her legs. The way her breasts fill my hands. Hell, her taste and smell is enough to intoxicate me senseless, the way that I like it. She is perfect all the way around and as much as I would like to admit that I could easily walk away from this without another thought of her like the rest of the women I've been with, I just can't.

I have never felt this way towards anyone and I just can't let this go. I'm too involved now.

All thoughts are ripped away from my mind when I spot a familiar, vile presence leaning against the hood of my car. Leila.

"What a surprise, lover. I didn't think that you were interested in studies. Actually, I think it's hot." she says in her most seductive of voices. But I don't fall for her trap. I sigh, angrily.

"What do you want, Leila? I'm a busy man."

She smiles, lifting her sunglasses to the top of her head. "You know exactly what I want, Christian."

"Tough titty." I mumble lowly to myself, but I know that she heard me because of the expression on her face. Her lips are twisted and eyes have narrowed. She pushes herself off my car and takes slow, sashaying steps towards me, placing her hands onto my chest, rubbing in an up and down motion. I grab her wrists, pushing her hands away from me. "Stop it, Leila."

She crosses her arms. "You can't keep denying me, baby. You're going to give into me eventually. Why not now? Why can't we climb into your little R8 and take off into the woods like we used to do. My body aches for your touch. I need you inside me."

"Not going to happen."

"Why not?"

I laugh, swiping a hand down my face. "What are you, like six? Can you not take no for an answer? I've told you why I don't know how many times now. We will never be together again, and besides, I have someone in my life."

"Ooh, you wound me. You know that she can't take care of you like I do. Like I have took care of you for years. She can't give you what you need, Christian. Think about all the wonderful things I can do to you." she says, placing her hands back up onto my chest. I smack her hands away again.

"No, Leila. You don't get it. I don't want you anymore. We're through, so, walk away and leave me and Anastasia alone." My eyes grow wide at how clumsy I was to let her name slip. Now Leila's suspicions have become reality.

She laughs, throwing her head back in the process and does a little tsk. "Anastasia, huh? Well, tell her that Derek says hi and he would love nothing more than to see her again."

My fists clench at the mention of his name. Not because of what he has with Leila, but because he still talks about Ana. Still thinks about her with God only knows what repulsive thoughts that may go through his mind. "I will tell her no such thing. And you and your dog can fuck yourselves because I can promise you this, Miss Williams, if either of you go near Anastasia, you both will live the luxury of hell for the rest of your damned lives."

"Mmmm, is that a challenge?" she smiles, deviously. "You know I like a challenge baby." and with that, I watched her retreat to her car and she pulls out of the parking lot with force, screeching her tires.

I hop into my car and sigh, rubbing my eyes with the heel of my hands before grabbing my phone. I scan my contacts until I find the one I'm looking for and hit send. By the second ring, he answers and with a trembling voice, I murmur into the phone. "Mr. Rodriguez, can we meet some where a little private? There is something I wanted to discuss with you and I hope that you can help me with it."

"Yeah, sure. How about that little Cafe a couple of blocks from Floggers?"

"I'll see you there, say around three?"

"Awesome."

I sigh. "Thank you."

I hang up and pull up my text messages, and send a text to Taylor. I want him to keep an eye on Leila and Derek because what I'm feeling right now is not good. If Leila hasn't given up by now, then she will never do so, at least, not right away. I can't let her get to Ana, and I can't let Derek get to her either for that matter. So I need to keep a watch on them at all times.

Pulling out of the parking lot, I did not know that what Leila had up her sleeve could ruin me and my reputation as a business man. I left the University, not knowing that what she had planned would completely destroy Anastasia Steele.

**Dun, Dun, DUNNNNNNNNN! So guys, tell me... what do you think Leila has planned for Christian Ana? What does Christian have planned for Ana? What is Jose going to do to help Christian out? Leave me your thoughts and answers in your reviews. Sorry for any mistakes. Thanks so much! XOXO!**