APOV
It's been a lovely, fast, and very sated, week at Christian's. It's Friday, tomorrow we go to his parents for lunch. He was right, the paparazzi backed off after Christian released another press release. It stated we do not have any comments and basically to leave us the fuck alone. His words. The paparazzi haven't been as bad since. There are a few that get their shots, but nothing like earlier this week. Which means I can go back to my apartment.
Grey Publishing has moved into Grey House. I will transfer departments on Monday. I'll be an assistant to an editor. I will be able to do what I've always wanted. Read manuscripts, books before they are books. How exciting! I know I told Christian I didn't like the fact that he's my boss if we're dating. However, we've already gone public so people know about us. And like he said, he likes me near him. I like being near him, as well. I already work at GEH, I'm just transferring departments.
It's almost lunch time. I'm going to have lunch with Christian in his office. Just before I go up, a receptionist I don't really know, comes up to me.
"Hi, Ana." She says like we've been friends all our lives.
"Hey, um." Crap! What's her name?!
"Bethany."
"Right. Hey, Bethany."
"Are you going to lunch?"
"Yes."
"Can I join you?"
"Um, actually. I'm going to have lunch with my boyfriend."
"That's okay." Does she think I'm going to invite her?!
"I guess I'll see you after lunch."
"Oh. You didn't want to have lunch together then?"
"No, sorry. Like I said I'm having lunch with Christian."
"Oh, okay. Maybe next time." She walks away. That was weird. I don't even know her.
I go up to the 20th floor, to Christian's office. Andrea is behind her desk.
"Hi, Andrea."
"Good afternoon, Ms. I mean, Ana." Andrea will call me Ana, only if Christian is not around. He prefers formality.
"Is he in?"
"Yes, go on through. He's expecting you."
"Thanks." I walk into his office.
He's on the phone. He's sitting in his chair facing the widows.
"That's your doing... I warned you. You didn't listen, the same fucking day I warned you... Oh, really?... Then why did you try getting near her again?... Sawyer told me... Bullshit... No... I don't care... Because I don't... Oh, well... Then I'm a fool." He hangs up.
He spins his chair around. "Hey, baby." He says noticing me. He gets up to kiss me. "What kept you."
"Your fan club."
"What?" He seriously looks confused. I giggle.
"Apparently, all the girls here want to have lunch with me so they can have lunch with you."
"It's just a pretty face."
"With an incredible heart attached. Not to mention the body." I run my finger down his sternum, all the way to the hem of his pants. His eyes darkening with desire. He wants me and I want him.
"Are you hungry, Christian?" I breath.
"Very." I don't think he's talking about the food. He walks to the door and locks it. I giggle. "Don't need any unwanted company."
He kisses me, walking me backward to his desk. My ass is leaning against his desk. He pushes up the hem of my dress. Then he hisses out, closing his eyes.
"Sweet Jesus. You're wearing stockings, Anastasia." I bite my lip and nod. I am. "Fuck. This I have to see."
He had an early morning meeting so he left before I dressed. I guess he likes what I chose. He pushes my dress all the way up, around my hips. Exposing my garter, along with my panties. He closes his eyes in appreciation. He runs his hands along my thighs. Turning me around, he unzips my dress. It falls onto the floor. I step out of it and he picks it up. I turn back around, to face him. He grabs my panties and rips them.
"Christian!" I have to work the rest of the day!
"I have to taste you, Anastasia. Now!"
He quickly lifts me on his desk, spreading my thighs.
"What about lunch?" I giggle.
"We'll have lunch after. I want my desert now."
He licks me, tongue flat. "You taste exquisite. Like a rare delicacy."
He wraps his arms around my thighs, holding them down. His thumbs playing with my exposed inner thighs, at the tops of my stockings. My legs are thrown over his shoulders. He slowly circles my clitoris with his tongue. I moan and tip my head back, grabbing his hair. He slips a finger inside me.
"Oh, baby." He moans. "I love that you're so wet. Just for me. Mine!" I moan louder.
He attacks me. He sucks and nips my clitoris, as he continues to use his fingers. I hear a belt and zipper being undone. I stiffen and scream, climaxing. Before I can finish, Christian has already entered me and is causing my orgasm to last even longer.
"Oh! Christian! Oh! Oh!" I moan out.
He's really moving. Fast and hard. Thrusting into me over and over. Until I'm close again.
"Come, baby! Come for me. Again!" His voice harsh and demanding.
I explode around him. He thrusts into me once more and pours himself into me.
"Fuck, yeah!"
He collapses onto me. His head is on my shoulder. He kisses my neck. My eyes are closed. I'm trying to calm my breathing. He pulls out and I feel him leak out of me.
"Fuck, that's a beautiful fucking sight."
He helps me up. He leads me to his private bathroom. We clean up. I put my dress back on. I giggle at my ruined panties that lay on the floor. I pick them up and look at Christian.
"You do know I have to work the rest of the day without wearing any panties now, right?"
"Sorry. What can I say?" He shrugs. "You're irresistible."
I shake my head at him. He lets Andrea know she can bring in our lunch.
"I've been meaning to ask you." He says, after Andrea brings in our lunch and leaves. "What birth-control option did you choose?"
"Um. The pill?"
"I'd prefer you get the shot." I raise my brow. It's my body. "That way you don't have to remember to take the pill everyday." He explains.
"Oh, okay. I didn't think about that. I've never done the birth-control thing before. I'll make an appointment with my doctor and switch to the shot."
He kisses me. We eat our lunch together.
"Since the paparazzi have dissipated. Do I get to go back to my place?"
He frowns. "Well, it's the weekend. Perhaps, Sunday night?"
"Okay. Sunday night." Yeah right. He'll have another excuse as to why I can't go home yet. I smile.
After lunch, the day goes by smoothly. Even though, I'm working not wearing my panties. Christian.
Christian had to work later than I today, so Sawyer brought me to Escala. I'm reading as Christian comes in. It's late and I didn't even realize the time. I'm stuck in a good story.
He kisses my head. "What are you reading?" I show him the cover. "Haven't you read that already?"
"Yes."
He sits next to me. I put the book down in my lap. He puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. I cuddle with him. Wrapped in Christian's arms is my safe haven.
"Then why are you reading it again?"
"Well, it's my favorite! I'm at the best part right now. She meets Prince Charming but she doesn't know it's him."
"Kind of like when we met." I laugh.. I guess, he's right. "Well, you didn't know who I was when we first met. I am the 'Prince of Seattle.' Everyone knows of Christian Grey. Well... I guess not everyone."
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm sure there are plenty of other people who don't know of you."
"Not too many that actually work in my company though. Come to think of it. I think you were and are the only one who has or had worked for me and not know who I am. It was a breath of fresh air though, to be seen as any other person rather than The Christian Grey. That's one of the reasons that drew me to you. That you didn't give a shit who I was. And your beauty, of course."
"Yeah. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. I thought you were and still are indescribably attractive."
"You are beautiful beyond words, Anastasia. And all mine." He softly kisses my lips. "So you really like that book?"
"Yes. I'm enjoying your library. You have such wonderful books."
"You do know if you move in with me, it will be your library, as well."
"Christian. We've already discussed moving in."
He nods. That's obviously not what he wanted to hear.
"Then keep that book."
"But Christian! It's too much." It's a first edition! "I couldn't possibly."
"I insist." His tone telling me he wont take no for an answer.
"Well, thank you." I kiss him. "Thank you, very much!"
"Are you ready for lunch at my parents tomorrow?"
"Well, I will be wearing more clothes than when I met them." I tease him, remembering meeting his parents in my panties and his shirt.
"You may be wearing clothes tomorrow but you wont be wearing any tonight."
Beauty and the Beast. ;)