APOV

After breakfast, Christian left, claiming he had work to attend to.

I roll my eyes when I hear Kate whisper to Elliot that she needs to talk to me so she will see him later.

"Laters, Ana!" Elliot exclaims. "Thanks for breakfast. And the double date, it was fun."

"Laters, Elliot." I smile, repeating the phrase and wave at him.

As soon as Kate closes the door she starts, "So... Did you?" She asks cautiously.

"No."

With that I go back to the kitchen to clean up our breakfast mess, not wanting to talk about it, any of it, but Kate follows me.

"Ana." Kate says in a motherly way.

I turn around to face her, upset that she wont leave it.

"What, Kate?!"

"Why wont you give him a chance?"

She knows why!

"You know why, Kate." I tell her.

"Ana, sweetie, he's not-" I cut her off, turning around not wanting to talk about it, or him.

"It's too easy."

I have to protect myself. I wrap my arms around myself, hoping they will shield me, but knowing they wont.

"What's too easy?" Oh, Kate.

"Too easy to fall. I don't want to get hurt."

I can feel my tears starting and I try to hold them off. I will not cry, I will not cry.

"It's okay to fall, as long as you have someone to catch you, sweetie."

I turn around to face Kate.

"I felt safe, Kate!" I yell at her, like it's wrong for me to feel this way, with tears in my eyes trying not to let them fall.

"You felt safe?" She questions, not knowing.

"I felt safe in his arms!" The tears are falling, there's no stopping them now. "I was in his arms all night, and I slept, I actually slept, and I felt so safe and protected like nothing- Nothing could hurt me."

Kate runs over just as I fall, holding me up and hugging me.

"Oh, sweetie." We both drop to the floor together.

"I'm.. so.. scared." I am full on bawling my eyes out as I hold her tight.

"Shhhh... I know. I know." She's rubbing my head and my back comforting me like she did that day.

"I want to. Really, I do, but-" I am crying hysterically now. "-all you get is pain."

I don't want to hurt anymore. Love is not real. It only exists in fairytales, storybooks, make believe, and dreams. There's a reason they don't continue the story after, and they lived happily ever after. I made a vow to myself that day to protect my heart and to never date. Ever. Besides I don't have the best role models when it comes to love. My mother has had so many marriages it's ridiculous. Kate goes from one man's bed to the next. Ray hasn't been in a relationship since my mother. Then there's my-

"Shhhh. Shhhh." Kate rocks me back and forth. "It'll be okay"

Will it?

Once I'm calm, Kate insists on having a pajama, movie, juke food day. We even bring our blankets out and snuggle together on the sofa.

After a few hours and movies, I decide to take a chance. My dream is to work in publishing. I haven't been working at GEH long, but surely I have enough experience now, and it will look good on my resume. Besides, then I wont be near the attractive CEO anymore.

"Kate, can I borrow your computer? I'm going to resubmit my resume to publishing companies."

"That's my girl!" She grins.

Monday Morning At GEH.

Becca is still not here and I'm stuck.

"Hey, Chelsea." I ask another blonde receptionist. "Do you know how to fix this?"

She looks at what I'm doing and says, "No. You'll need Becca so she can over-ride that."

"Do you know where she is?"

"No, sorry. I haven't seen her yet today. You can talk to Deb. She's the receptionist department head."

I get up to go to Deb's office.

-knock-knock-

I knock on her door, even though it's open, causing Deb to look up.

"Ana, dear, come in, have a seat."

I walk in and sit down.

"How are you liking GEH?" She asks before I can say anything.

"Hi, Deb. It's going well. I was actually wondering if you've seen or know where Becca is?" Chelsea said I could ask Deb to fix it, but Becca is my manager.

"She's not at reception?"

"Um... No."

"Hmmm..." She gets out a file and logs into her computer. "Is this the first time?"

"I really don't want to get anyone into trouble. I just need-"

"Ana, I need to know." She interrupts me.

"Well, no. Actually, she's been late all week."

"Okay. Thank you."

"Um. I need an over-ride taken care of. There's an overlap in a schedule."

"I'll take care of the over-ride." She picks up her phone.

"Thanks."

I leave her office and walk back to reception.

On my way back to the desk, I notice Christian go into the receptionist's lounge.

What's he doing? Maybe he's looking for me since I wasn't at my desk.

I get to the doorway and I see him standing close to- is that Becca? He has his hand on her hip and is saying something in her ear.

"Christian?"

He quickly pulls away and turns around.

"Ana?!"

He quickly looks back to Becca like he's been caught then looks back at me with wide eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." I turn to leave.

"Wait!"

I look over my shoulder to see him following me out of the lounge, jogging to catch me.

"Anastasia, wait!"

"No, it's okay." I keep walking. "I'm sorry. I just thought you were looking for me."

He's finally caught up to me. We're still in the private hallway so visitors and employees can't see us unless they enter the hallway.

"I was." He grabs my arm, stopping me. "I thought she was you. She dyed her fucking hair?!" He says, getting pissed.

Oh, that makes sense.

"May I talk to you?" He asks. "Privately."

I nod.

"Come to my office on your break." He demands in his CEO tone.

"Sure." I agree.

"I would like to talk to you now, but," He puts a piece of my hair behind my ear. "I have somewhere I need to be."

CPOV

I have to talk to Anastasia. She brings light into my dark fucked up world. She sees me as me. Just Christian.

When she woke me from the best nights sleep I've ever had, looking at me with her messy hair... I thought that she was beautiful the night before but the next morning, words can not explain, and then she asked me if 'we slept.' I was confused as I didn't remember falling asleep but what was utterly surprising was I couldn't remember having a nightmare.

What is she doing to me? And am I or can I do it for her?

I want to know more about her. I know something must of happened to her. She has demons in her closet, just like me. I want to know why she's scared.

She's not at the reception desk when I walk in. I don't know where she would be, I know she's never late, maybe she called in.

"Where is Anastasia Steele?" I ask one of the many blondes at GEH.

Unwritten rule number one; when Christian Grey asks a question, you have an answer.

"Good morning, Mr. Grey." She greets me before she answers, "I believe Ms. Steele went to see Debra Martin the department head for the receptionists."

Why is she seeing her department head?

I nod and make my way to Mrs. Martin's office.

As I make my way there, I notice a brunette go into the staff lounge for the receptionists. There aren't many brunettes that work at GEH so it must be her.

I follow Anastasia, and walk up behind her, putting my hand on her hip. She smells different today. And just as I open my mouth to talk to her, I hear her soft sweet voice behind me.

"Christian?"

What the fuck?!

I pull away from whomever I was holding, and quickly turn around to see Anastasia standing in the doorway.

"Ana?!"

Then who the fuck?

I turn back to the brunette, she has turned around to face me.

Rebecca?!

She has her head down, submissively.

"I'm ready to be trained, Sir." She murmurs quietly.

Fuck!

"Sorry," Anastasia says, no doubt hearing the exchange. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

Anastasia turns to leave, and I quickly follow her out.

I hope she didn't get the wrong idea, or hear what Rebecca said, but I have a feeling she did. Fuck!

"Wait!" She looks over her shoulder to see me following, but continues to walk.

"Anastasia, wait!" I jog to catch her.

"No, it's okay. I'm sorry. I just thought you was looking for me." I catch up to her before she can leave the semi-privacy of the hallway.

"I was." I hold her arm so she can't walk away from me. "I thought she was you. She dyed her fucking hair?!" I meant to say the bit about her hair to myself.

I'm both curious and pissed, at what led her to do that. She's on the list of bottoms, so I know she's a submissive, and she addressed me as 'sir'. Now my employees are forbidden to call me by my given name, as Anastasia has, but they are to refer to me only as Mr. Grey, or sir, however, I have a feeling Rebecca's 'sir' had nothing to do with being her boss and everything to do with knowing I'm a dominant.

"May I talk to you?" I ask Anastasia. "Privately."

She nods, agreeing.

Well, that was easier than I thought it would be.

"Come to my office on your break."

I want to talk to Anastasia now, but I need to speak to Elena. She sent me the list of beginner subs that Rebecca was on. If Rebecca knows I'm a Dom, and judging by her actions and what she said, she does, I need to speak to Elena. Now!

"Sure."

"I would like to talk to you now, but," I put a piece of her hair behind her ear, needing to touch her. "I have somewhere I need to be."

Time to go have a little discussion with Elena!

BeccaPOV

Ugh! That bitch ruins everything! I almost had him!

~RING-RING-RING~

"Hello?" I answer, seeing as it's Mistress Elena.

"Rebecca!" Her Domme voice comes through my cell. "Are you still in need of a Dom? I believe I just found you the perfect one. However-"