CPOV

We get to the restaurant, Canlis, and the moment we walk through the door people stop what they are doing to stare.

Anastasia whispers, "What are they looking at, Mr. Grey?"

"Christian." I remind her to call me by my given name. "And to answer your question, you."

She rolls her eyes, muttering, "Yeah right."

Baby, do you not know how beautiful you are?

The manager rushes over, as soon as he sees me, to seat us instead of the hostess.

"Right this way, Mr. Grey. We have your private table ready for you and your party, sir."

I put my hand on Anastasia's lower back, feeling her smooth skin, to escort her to our table as we follow the manager.

I lean down and whisper in her ear, "You are beautiful, Anastasia."

She blushes at the complement.

I pull her chair out for her when we get to our private table, Elliot does the same with Katherine, showing the manners our mother instilled upon us.

"Thank you." Anastasia says politely.

She sits, only to move her chair a little further from mine when she does.

That's not going to happen.

I sit and pull her chair over to mine, as close as possible, so our thighs are touching.

"They want to know who thee Christian Grey is taking out." Thanks, Elliot!

The patrons of the fine dining restaurant are still craning their necks, trying to see who I'm with.

"I just don't see what the fuss is all about."

Everyone else can. Everyone else but her.

APOV

I feel my body tense when Christian puts his arm around my shoulder.

"Relax, Anastasia." He moves his arm and puts his hand on my bare thigh. I'm not sure that's any better.

I nod, and try to breathe, but it's nearly impossible with his hands on me.

"This is just a dinner to get to know each other." He reminds me.

Breathe, Ana!

"Tell me about your parents." He begins after the waiter has served us wine.

"My parents?" Okay, I can do that. "My father die when I was a baby, so I was raised mostly by my Stepfather, Ray. He's amazing."

I smile thinking of Ray and look at Kate. She gives me a knowing and encouraging smile.

"And you mother?"

"My mother." I say slowly, annunciating each syllable. "She's an incurable romantic."

What number husband is she on again?

"Are you?"

"Am I a romantic?"

He nods, looking intently at me, waiting to hear if I am.

"Not anymore." I give a sad smile.

"Why haven't you been seen with a date before, Christian?" Kate jumps in to save me, taking the spotlight off of me.

I give Kate a grateful smile, happy I made her come with.

"I like to keep my private life private." He's very curt with her.

I notice something on his tie and go to remove it, but he quickly grabs my hand before I can.

"What are you doing?"

"You, um.. You have something on your tie. I was just trying to get it off."

He lets go of my hand so I put it back in my lap.

"I don't like to be touched." Oh.

"Sorry." I didn't know.

"What you're doing with Mr. Warmth over here, Ana, I have no idea." Elliot chuckles, but doesn't take his eyes off of Kate for too long.

I think he has that the other way around. I haven't been very nice to him.

I'm curious though.

I lean closer to Christian. "If you don't like to be touched. How do you... ya know..." I look around and whisper. "..have sex?"

His eyes darken and leans in, making us even closer, if possible. I'm now officially the darkest shade of red possible.

"I could show you." He says with a smirk.

His eyes are glowing. Oh, my! They are a beautiful shade of gray. His copper just fucked hair, his megawatt panty dropping smile, his delicious scent. It's all so arousing. I could just lean forward and- No, Ana!

"No!" I squeak out. "I mean. We agreed no sex, remember." I say calmly and quietly.

"Let's order!" This is why I needed Kate.

"What about your parents Mr. I mean, Christian?" I ask after we've ordered.

"I'm adopted. My mother, Grace, is a doctor. My father, Carrick, is a lawyer."

~..~..~

It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. We talked about our hobbies and other things, as he said, just getting to know each other.

We're just finishing dessert when Kate announces, "We should go to a club!"

"No." I say the same time Christian says, "Sure."

Elliot looks shocked that Christian agreed.

"I thought we agreed just dinner?" I ask Christian quietly.

"I believe the agreement was a date." Damn, he's right.

"Fine."

"May I speak with you a moment, Anastasia."

He stands before I can comment, offering his hand to me.

Oh gosh! Alone? Kate!

I look to Kate for help but she's more engrossed with Elliot.

"Anastasia."

You can do it, Ana!

I take his offered hand and we go into a hallway off to the side. I'm standing between the wall and Christian, with the wall behind me.

"I can tell you're not into this date, Anastasia. Am I really that bad?" He sounds hurt.

Ana...

"No, I'm sorry." I practically whine. "I'm just not use to this." That's an understatement.

"I know. Obviously I'm not either, but since you agreed, can you at least try to enjoy the night?"

This might be a crazy stupid idea, but I'm not going to listen to the voices inside of my head tonight. What the hell, it's only one night.

"Alright." I say with my first genuine smile of the evening.

"You are so fucking beautiful." His eyes are glowing as he puts a piece of my hair behind my ear.

Oh! That look! Ana! I look down not wanting to see it.

"Don't." He says stopping me.

He pulls my chin up so I'm forced to look at him.

"I don't know why you shy away and look down when I try to look into your beautiful eyes."

"Beauty is on the inside." I tell him. "It's about how you feel, not how one looks."

"That is what makes you beautiful."

He leans his head down, touching his forehead with mine. His hand is on my neck now. We're looking into each others eyes.

I want to kiss him. I can't believe I want to kiss him, but I do.

Just do it, Ana!

I reach up as he leans down, and just as our lips barely touch, Kate and Elliot come around the corner.

"Get it, Bro!" Elliot shouts down the otherwise quiet hallway, causing us to look at him.

I quickly move away from Christian and rest my back against the way. I hear Christian let out an annoyed growl.

"That beauty is gonna tame the beast."

"Elliot!" Both Kate and Christian chastise him.

"Shit, sorry." He chuckles, grinning. "Did I ruin the moment?"

Kate smacks his arm, then comes over to me.

"Come on, Ana." She links her arm with mine. "Let's go have fun!"

I wake feeling warm, really warm, and with a killer headache. Reluctantly, I open my eyes and see I am in deed in my room, however, I have no idea how I got here. What I do know, is someone is in my bed with me, practically on top of me.

"Kate." I croak, turning my head and- Shit! Christian is in my bed.

What the hell happened last night?! Reality Ana. Reality.

"Christian." I whisper.

He doesn't wake up.

"Christian." I whisper louder.

Still nothing.

"Grey!" I nudge him.

His eyes pop open. He blinks at me, stretching and smiling a lazy smile.

"Morning." Gees his voice is even sexy when he just wakes?

Morning?! That's all he has to say?

I am mortified as I pull the sheets up to cover my body.

Looking down, I notice I am no longer wearing my dress, but a T-shirt.

I look back up at Christian with wide eyes when I see he's not wearing a shirt.

Is he naked?!

"Did you... Did we..."

"No." He says to my relief, and I release the breath I was holding.

"We agreed, no sex." He continues. "And you were completely intoxicated. I wouldn't take advantage of you like that, Anastasia."

"So, we just slept then?"

He leans on his elbow, looking confused, and causing me to frown in response.

"Yes." He has a little 'v' between his brows.

"Did you dress me?"

"Yes."

Oh my god!

"Why?!"

"I thought you'd be more comfortable in something other than that tight dress."

"You don't think that's an evasion of my privacy? I mean, I wasn't wearing a bra for goodness sakes!"

"It's just tits, Anastasia." He says, like we're talking about the weather.

"Yeah. Mine!"

"It's not that big of a deal. I know what they look like."

"Oh. Well, if it's just tits, let me see your 'just dick' if it's not that big of a deal."

He gives me a wicked grin and starts to move. When the blanket moves I notice he isn't naked underneath, but then he puts his hands on the waistband of his boxer briefs, and starts pulling them down.

"What are you doing?!" I shriek, trying to stop him, get away from him, anything.

"What you asked." He smirks at my embarrassment.

"I was kidding! It was a joke!"

"I'm not." He continues.

"No! Please! Don't!" I quickly cover my eyes before I see anything I shouldn't.

Note to self: Do not dare Christian Grey. If the gauntlet is thrown down, this man will pick it up.

"And cover up more."

He chuckles. "Well I've never been asked to do that before."

I peek through my fingers to make sure he's covered. I don't know if I'm thankful that he is, or not, but he is.

"That smart mouth will get you into trouble, Anastasia."

"What are you doing in my bed?"

"After you passed out, I wanted to stay with you. Make sure you'd be okay since your roommate stayed with my brother. Katherine said you've never been that drunk before, that you don't drink a lot."

"She's right. I don't."

"I had a great date with you, Anastasia." He says after awhile of silence. "I hope you enjoyed it as well."

"Well, I'm sure I did if I can't remember half of it." And I woke up with him in my bed.

"Does this mean I get another date?"

Another date? He wants another date?! No, no, no.

I jump out of my bed and pull on some yoga pants.

"Breakfast?" I ask, changing the subject.

I run to the kitchen, before he can answer, tripping on my heels in the hallway.

What happened last night?

I'm getting the ingredients I'll need to make our food, when I feel Christian wrap his strong arms around me. I stop moving around as he holds me from behind. I'm officially swooning when he kisses my temple and runs his nose along my neck. My heart races, I feel butterflies swarming my belly, and dampness between my legs.

How, or better yet, why does he make me feel this way?

"You didn't answer my question, Anastasia."

"No." I can't.

"No, you didn't answer? Or, no, you wont give me another date?"

He drops his arms when I turn around to face him. He's dressed now, so it's easier to talk to him without getting flustered.

"No more dates." I tell him straight out. "We agreed one and done."

He opens his mouth just as the front door opens.

"Ana!" Elliot shouts, coming into the kitchen with Kate following him. "We need you to feed us! Kate fucked ours up."

"Hey!" Kate says offended. "Mine was just slightly burnt, your attempt wasn't any better."

Elliot gives me a 'see' look.

I giggle and make us all breakfast.

Christian doesn't continue to ask about a second, or multiple dates, now that Kate and Elliot are here.

I glance at Christian every so often. Maybe... Just. Maybe.