APOV

~RING... RING... RING...RING~

I run to catch my phone before it goes to voicemail.

"Hello?!" I say breathlessly like I've ran a marathon. Gosh, I hope I don't sound like I was just-

"Ana?"

"Yeah. Hey José! How have you been?"

"Good. I was actually calling to see if we could hang out tomorrow?"

"Sorry, I can't. I have a date tomorrow evening. Kate and I will be getting ready for it earlier that day, so I wont be available."

"Cool, I'll be there tomor- Wait. What? What did you say? Did you just say you have a date?"

"Yes." Seriously people it's not that big of a deal.

"No, you don't," He laughs, "you're just saying that."

"José, I really do have a date tomorrow."

"With who then?" I can hear him trying not to laugh.

"Christian Grey."

-silence-

I check the phone to make sure the call is still connected.

"José?"

"You have a date with Christian Grey?!"

I roll my eyes. Seriously? How does everyone know of this man except me?

"Yes."

"No way! Sorry, Ana. It's just that. ... I mean it's not. ... Are you going to be okay?"

"You don't think very highly of me, do you."

"You're avoiding my question."

"I'll be fine. Kate is going with me."

~Getting Ready For Date Night~

Kate wanted to get our hair professionally done so I told her, as a GEH employee, I get a percentage off at a salon called Esclava. That is also where Becca told me she got her hair-color done. So we went there for a spa day, including manicures and pedicures.

Kate suggested I get an up-do, since my dress is backless. I kind of wanted my hair down to at least cover some of my exposed skin, but Kate talked me into being 'Barbie Ana' so she's in charge of my hair and to some extent my makeup. I told her not to go overboard, but knowing Kate, she will.

Other than a pretty, yet creepy, botox blonde, looking at me like I was her last drink, it was fun.

We're home now and Kate is finishing up my make up. She better hurry because the Grey brother's will be here soon.

"I still can't believe you're going on a date with Christian Grey!" She shouts over the music she's blasting.

"Kate, he's just a person."

I don't understand why it's such a big deal, I'm more worried that he'll want more than this one date, and the fact that he's my boss.

"Yeah," She agrees sarcastically. "A person with a ton of cash and totally hot. Not to mention how much power and influence he has."

I roll my eyes at her response as she starts on my lips.

"You have to admit, Ana. He is ridiculously hot."

"You're getting it all over my face, Kate." I tell her, watching her in the mirror.

"That's the idea." She proudly proclaims, putting the cap back on her tube of lipstick.

"Oh my gosh. No, Kate." I try wiping some off but she stops me.

"Trust me, Ana. You look hot!"

Kate turns the music louder and starts putting more mascara on her lashes.

I leave the makeup, because I do look good, even though this is the most makeup I have ever worn in my life, and put my heels on.

I'm not sure of the song playing, as I've never heard it before, but some girl is singing about Loving Harder.

Just as a guy sings,

'If you know about me
and choose to stay
then take this pleasure and,
take away the pain
and if in the moment you bite your lip
when I get you moaning-'

There's a knock on the door.

"This is it, Ana." Kate turns off the music. "You okay?"

I nod. I'm okay.

She starts walking out of my bedroom to answer the door, and I follow her but she stops walking, turns around, and stops me.

"Stay here! You need to make an appearance."

"Kate." That's ridiculous.

"Stay, Ana." She demands, pointing at me.

Then she runs out of my room.

I'm not a dog, so I walk out after her.

I walk out just as Elliot and Mr. Grey walks inside our apartment.

Mr. Grey, or perhaps I should think of him by his given name, since there are two Mr. Greys in the room, has stopped in his tracks and is starring at me.

"Hi." I squeak out and flush. Kate really didn't need to use blush, did she.

"Wow" He breaths out.

"You look..." I see him swallow hard. "Wow. You look breathtakingly beautiful Anastasia."

"Thank you."

"This is for you." He hands me a single white rose. It's not a horse, but it's white.

I smile politely thankful it's not some over the top arrangement.

"Thank you, Christian." Oh wow, I never realized how incredibly sexy his given name was.

His eyes darken with desire and roam my body.

Eat your heart out, Grey, you haven't even seen the back yet.

"I'm not sure if you've meet, but this is Kate, my best friend and roommate."

"Katherine." He's very formal with her. And how does he know Kate is short for Katherine?

"Hi. So, are you using Ana as your beard, Grey?"

Elliot busts out laughing at Kate's question that doesn't make any sense to me.

"Beard? Kate, what are you talking about?"

"A beard is used in an effort to give a homosexual person the appearance of being out on a date with a person as a cover."
Christian explains to me. "And to answer your question, Kathrine. No."

"Oh my gosh! KATE!" How rude!

"What?" She shrugs unbothered. "I was just making sure."

I shake my head at her and turn to Christian. "I apologize. Kate can be a bit..." How do I put this nicely?

"Intrusive?"

"Curious." I bite my lip and his eyes darken and go straight to my mouth then back to my eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" He leans in.

Oh my god. Is he going to kiss me? We haven't even made it out of the apartment to start the date and he's already going to kiss me?

"Lets go!" Kate shouts interrupting Christian's moment.

See this is why I made Kate join us.

Christian puts his hand on my lower back to escort me out.

"Fuck!" He hisses under his breathe, and closes his eyes.

He found out it's backless.

I smile as we walk out.

CPOV

When Elliot and I got to the girls' apartment, to say I was nervous was an understatement, and I don't do nervous.

I spent hours at a flower shop trying to find the perfect bouquet to give to Anastasia for our date. I started with an over the top arrangement and it kept getting bigger. After hours, and so many flowers later, I thought I was buying out the whole shop. I finally settled on a single white rose that caught my eye in the corner of the shop. It was perfect. Simple and beautiful, just like Anastasia. I don't think the florist was happy with my end result.

When I walked inside their apartment, I felt like she took my breath away and wont give it back.

Anastasia is sexy as fuck in her dress.

When I heard her call me by my given name for the first time. 'Thank you, Christian.' It got me rock hard and I had to discretely adjust myself.

I'm still not completely happy Elliot and Katherine are joining us. After the comment Katherine just made, I know I'm not.

"What?" She has an I don't give a fuck attitude. "I was just making sure."

Anastasia shakes her head at Katherine and turns to me. "I apologize. Kate can be a bit..."

Annoying?

"Intrusive?" I settle for a less offensive way to describe her friend.

"Curious." She bites her lip. It looks delicious, and I know it to be. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" I'm completely away my voice sounds husky as I lean in to kiss her, taste those beautiful plump lips again.

"Lets go!" Fucking Kavanagh!

I put my hand on Anastasia's lower back to escort her out.

"Fuck!" I hiss, hoping I'm not heard but knowing I am, and close my eyes.

It's fucking backless! Backless! She's not wearing a fucking bra! I'm going to be a walking hard-on all night!

APOV

When we walk out of our apartment, Elliot take Kate to his truck, and Christian leads me to an SUV where a man opens the rear door for us.

He brought a friend? Why didn't he come in with Elliot and Christian? And why is he holding the back door open?

"Hi. I'm Ana." I stop before getting inside the SUV, to introduce myself. "Where's your date?"

"Anastasia, this is my CPO, Jason Taylor." Christian explains, but what's a CPO? "Taylor, Anastasia."

"Ma'am." Jason Taylor says with a nod.

He reminds me of my dad, Ray. Must be Military.

"CPO?" I ask Christian before we get inside the SUV.

"Certified Protection Officer." He clarifies. "He's close personal protection."

Why would he need that?

"To protect you from me?"

"No, Anastasia." He chuckles at my silly question. "I'm a very high profile person. I require protection."

"Oh. Well. Hi, Mr. Taylor. I'm Ana." You were already introduced, Ana! Gosh I'm nervous.

"Evening, Ma'am." He nods, looking in his rear view mirror. "It's just Taylor."

Ma'am?!

"Okay then, just Taylor. It's just Ana."

Christian nods to his CPO and Jason Taylor walks around to get inside the driver's seat.

He's going to drive us then?

Who else is going to drive, Ana, both you and Christian are going to sit in the back seat.

I slide in as elegantly as I can in this dress without giving anyone a show.

Breath, Ana. You can do this.

Christian gets in next to me, closes the door, then leans over and whispers in a husky voice, "Do I need protection from you, Anastasia?"

I feel my cheeks heat and my panties dampen. I swallow hard and squeeze my thighs together, not only from him asking this, but also when he picks up my hand and kisses my knuckles.

What was I thinking?! I can't do this!