CPOV

Once we get to the club, the bass is pumping and the music is blaring. People are out on the dance floor, looking more like they are having sex with their clothes on than actual dancing. The lights are low and strobes are going crazy. It's not my scene, but it gives me more time with the elusive Anastasia Steele.

We're headed towards the VIP area when she breaks away, heading to the bar.

I follow her, and see her say something to the bartender, but I don't hear what was said over the loud music. He nods, taps the bar, and sets her up with four shots.

"What are you doing?" I ask after she's taken the last shot.

I assumed she was gathering the shots for all of us, as there were so many.

"Getting started." She yells over the music. "Tonight. I'm all yours, Christian."

I pull her close to me. Her body is tense and up against mine, however, she doesn't pull away. Instead she puts her arms on my shoulders, straight out as to not touch me, unsure of where my forbidden areas are.

"Mine." I growl possessively.

She giggles, finally seeming to let loose.

Maybe this will be a fun night after all.

~..~..~

We've been at the club for awhile.

Anastasia and Katherine are on the dance floor together, dancing to Rihanna's 'Where have you been?'. I'm sitting at our table with Elliot. My arm is draped over the back of the other chair that Anastasia has just vacated, my foot is resting on my knee, and I'm drinking my drink, watching Anastasia move.

She has the body of a goddess. It's like she's dancing for me and we're the only two people in the room.

She keeps looking at me under her lashes as she dances. I can't take my eyes off of her, and I've already shifted in my seat more than I'd care to admit. I watch as she pulls her hair out of it's up-do, runs her hands through it, gives her head a little shake and throws her hands in the air, continuing to dance with Katherine.

"I'm going to join them." My brother brings me out of my concentration.

He taps on the table and stands up.

I watch him stroll towards Katherine and pull her into his arms.

When I look back to Anastasia she has her back to me.

I drink the last of my drink, watching her over the rim, then get up to join her before I have ever male in the place kicked out just for thinking about dancing with her.

Just as the DJ plays Ushers 'Got us fallin in love'. I come up behind her putting my hands on her hips.

She quickly looks over her shoulder startled. When she realizes it's just me, she relaxes and turns back around.

Getting lost in the music, she moves her hips back and forth, hypnotizing me.

I pull her closer to me, and she lays her head on my shoulder. She reaches up one of her hands and thrusts it into my hair, her other hand on mine that is on her hip. I close my eyes and grip her hip tighter when her ass starts grinding on my erection.

Fuck!

She turns around to face me and we continue dancing while looking into each other's eyes now. I think this is the longest she's held eye contact with me. I realize I could get lost in her beautiful blue eyes. My hands roam all over her body and ass, and she allows it. I love the backless dress, because I'm able to touch her smooth silky skin, but I want more.

I'm thankful she keeps her hands to herself or in the air, but then she shouts over the music as the song changes to something I'm not familiar with.

"Christian, I want to touch your body!" Fuck! "Do you have no-go areas?"

"Just don't touch my chest or back." I reluctantly agree to let her touch me, a decision I hope I wont regret.

She smiles a beautiful smile, bites her lip, and puts her hands flat on my abdomen.

"OH MY GOD!" She throws her head back.

Seeing her like this, looking like she's in the thrones of passion, I can't control myself, I have to pull her closer. I move my hands to her ass and start kissing her neck controllably. She has to move her hands, since our bodies are so close, so she moves them to my arms, clutching my biceps.

"You're so hard." She moans.

"I know, baby." I push my erection into her.

She laughs a carefree laugh.

"Not like that!" She pulls away to grin at me.

She looks so beautiful, young and carefree now, less guarded. Her beautiful smile, finally reaching her eyes.

I can't help but wonder what she meant at dinner, so I ask her,

"Anastasia. What did you mean you're no longer a romantic?"

She looks sad now, making me regret asking.

"Fairytales coming true. Deep down we want to believe they do. But reality is, they don't." She tells me over the music, "I was just a young naïve girl with stupid dreams of her ever after. Now that I'm older, I know dreams don't come true. There are no frogs that turn into Prince Charming if you kiss them, I don't have a fairy godmother, although Kate does come close, and love is for fools."

Love is for fools? Elena has always told me it was, but I wonder why Anastasia thinks so too.

"Come on!" She grabs my hand, pulling me through the crowd. "I don't want to talk about this. Let's drink!"

Elliot and Katherine are already at our table when we return. We sit, joining them.

"Are you having fun, Ana?" Katherine asks Anastasia, and I can't quite place the tone she's using. Concern, maybe?

"Yes!" Anastasia grins, laying her head on my shoulder. "Christian is an amazing dancer!"

She grabs her drink and pulls a sip from the straw, as she lifts her legs, putting them on my lap. I put my hands on her thighs to keep her in place as she snuggles closer.

"Ana." Now Katherine looks concerned. "Are you okay?"

I narrow my eyes at her. She's not that drunk. Why the fuck wouldn't she be?!

"Yes, mom." Anastasia giggles, then takes another shot. How many shots has she had? Maybe she is passed her limit.

"Come on, Christian." Anastasia moves her legs off of me, before I can determine if she's had too much.

She gets up, grabs my hand, and pulls me back on the dance floor.

We just left the dance floor, why does she want to dance again after she just needed a break?

"Let's lose mom and pop!" Anastasia giggles.

"What?" What is she talking about?

She just laughs and we slowly start dancing towards the door. She keeps looking over her shoulder to our table, presumable at Katherine.

Oh, I get it now.

Instead of dancing, I take her hand and start walking to the door, but apparently that was the wrong thing to do, because Anastasia squeals.

"Shit! She saw us!"

We hurry out of the club, laughing and running down the sidewalk hand in hand.

We run down an alleyway, barely containing our laughter.

Anastasia looks over the wall, down to the club entrance. Since I'm taller than her, I look over her head just as Katherine comes into view, walking out of the club. Katherine looks around with her phone to her ear, and when she turns in our direction, we quickly hide behind the wall, laughing loudly. Luckily, the club is further away, and with the loud music, Katherine can't hear us.

"I think she's trying to call me." Anastasia giggles, trying to control her laughter. "I don't have my phone."

I'm laughing too. This is the most fun I've had in... I don't even know if I've ever had this much fun. It's amazing how she makes me feel, a way nobody else has. I want to make her feel the same.

Just then my phone goes off. I feel it buzzing in my pocket, so I take it out and see it's Elliot. I go to answer the call but Anastasia takes my phone from me.

"No, don't answer it!" She holds my phone between her breasts. I'm tempted to get my phone back just to have an excuse to touch her.

"I have to at least let them know we're okay and going home."

She narrows her eyes at me, pushing her lips together, trying to look intimidating, however, her eyes are full of humor, so she just looks adorable.

Adorable?

"No talking." Demanding little thing, isn't she. "Just send a text."

"Yes, Ma'am." I smirk, trying not to laugh at her.

She puts my phone in my hand, and I send Elliot a text, letting him know what's going on.

Calling it a night. Anastasia and I are going home. -C

Wrap it before you tap it, Bro! I'll keep Kate occupied. She's going crazy looking for Ana. -E

I send Taylor a text where to pick us up, and not even five minutes later, he doesn't look thrilled seeing us come out of an alley.

We get into the back of my SUV, and before Taylor has closed the door, Anastasia jumps. She is all over me, kissing my neck and jaw, holding onto my head, trying to kiss my lips. She tries to straddle my lap, but I put my hands on her sides, holding her steady so she can't get on top of me. I want to continue, but she's drunk.

"Anastasia." I pant, trying and failing at stopping her attack.

"Anastasia, baby, you have to stop." She nibbles my ear, continuing her torture. "If you don't, I'm going to fuck you right here, right now."

I'm already hard and ready.

She sits back on her knees and bites her lip, giving me an innocent look.

"I'm just giving you your goodnight kiss." She giggles. "After a date you get a kiss, do you not."

She's right!

I grab her so she is now straddling my lap.

We're all hands, tongue, teeth clashing, and moaning. Her hands go straight to my hair. My hands roam all over her bare back down to her ass. I grab a handful and pull her closer. She starts grinding and rubbing against my erection.

I hear a throat being cleared, effecting ending our dry humping in the back of my SUV like a couple of hormonal teenagers. Well, I stop, she continues kissing my neck when I turn my head to look at who interrupted us. Taylor is standing with the door open, not looking at us.

"We're at Miss Steele's, Sir." He announces.

Shit! I wanted to take her back to Escala.

"Thank you, Taylor."

I get out with her still wrapped around me like a vine When I stand, she's able to wrap her legs around my waist.

"Are you coming up with me?" She asks.

"Yes. I'd like to see you inside."

"K." She unwraps herself from me and stands as best as she can.

We hold hands, walking toward her apartment building.

We go inside her apartment and she walks down a hallway, kicking off her heels as she goes.

Before she gets inside her room, she turns around looking at me.

"Ya know. I had more fun than I though I would. You're not so bad, Grey."

She crosses her arms at the hem of her dress lifting it. She takes it off and throws it at me. I catch it in a daze, as I just stand here, staring at her amazing body. She's wearing nothing but a tiny pair of barely there lace panties and her breasts are just as perky as I imagine them to be.

Then she turns around, giving me a glimpse of her sexy ass in those tiny panties, swaying her hips as she walks into her room.

Yes. Her body is definitely that of a goddess.

I adjust my erection as I walk in after her, only to find her already past out on her bed. I chuckle seeing she's face down. I would have enjoyed the view of her front, but her sexy ass is just as nice. As much as I would love to leave her like that to enjoy the view. I know I can't.

I start looking around her room to find her something to wear. I notice she has a lot of books.

Well, she did say she enjoys reading.

I find a large T-shirt and turn her over to help her into it, trying not to touch her or be too perverted with the passed out beauty. My staring is perverted enough. Perfect is not even a word to describe this girl's body.

I don't want to leave her alone like this. Elliot said he'll take care of Kavanagh, so I doubt they'll come back here.

Deciding to stay with her, I take off my tie, jacket, shoes, socks, and pants. I leave my shirt on then I climb in next to her.

I know I wont sleep. I can't. But I can watch over my Beauty.

I'm leaning on my elbow watching her sleep. She looks so beautiful, so peaceful.

After awhile I get hot and uncomfortable in my dress shirt so I take that off as well.

Just as I settle back down on her bed, Anastasia quietly says, "I'm scared, Christian."

She's scared?! Of what?

"What are you scared of, Anastasia?" I ask.

I move some hair from her beautiful face.

"What are you scared of, baby?" I ask when she doesn't answer me.

She must of been talking in her sleep because she still doesn't answer me.

What could she be scared of?

I wrap my arms around my beautiful girl, my back to her front. I nuzzle my nose in her hair, inhale her intoxicating scent, and kiss her head.

I'll keep you safe, baby.

I'm trying not to, but I'm starting to worry.

'I don't date.' Her words come back to me. She tried hard not to have this date, I had to work to get her to agree to it. Her claiming I'm her boss as her reason to decline. Now I'm thinking that didn't matter and if I wasn't her boss, she would have come up with another excuse.

She leans on Katherine during the dinner, and at the club when Anastasia finally started getting comfortable with me, Kavanagh became concerned. I don't think it had to do with Anastasia being drunk. Now she's telling me she's scared? Scared of what?

What happened to her?

"Christian."

...

"Christian."

Mmm, that's it baby, say my name.

"Grey!"

I feel myself getting pulled from my dream. A good dream? Yes, a very good dream indeed.

My eyes pop open, and I blink, seeing the subject of my dream in reality.

"Morning." I smile, and stretch out, feeling refreshed and relaxed.