A/N: Thank you again for the reviews. I love reading them.

I do not own the characters. They belong to E.L. James. This is just for fun

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Happy Hump Day

Ana POV:

It's Wednesday morning. Happy Hump Day, as they say. Christian and I are eating our breakfast together before we go our separate ways to work.

"Anything special on your agenda today, baby?"

"I'm having lunch with a new author this afternoon. I'm very excited about signing him."

"Him?" He arches his eyebrow. Oh boy, here we go.

"Yes, him." I roll my eyes.

"Who might this him be?"

"His name is Cash Stone. You know, that very hot actor, leading man in all those romance movies. He's in that movie we saw 'Lovers in Paris.' He has a huge following with women and a great back story. It would be a real coup for Grey Publishing to get his autobiography. Every publisher is trying to persuade him to sign on with them. He made a special request to meet with me. I'm taking that as a good sign."

"Did he now?" His eyebrows furrowed. Yes, he knows just who I'm talking about. Damn! I should have known better than to tell him who I was meeting.

"Yes, these high profile authors and celebrities never want just any editor, they are always very specific as to who they want. I'm the CEO and I edit only a few highly recognizable authors, so naturally someone with a Hollywood ego would ask for me." I say nonchalantly.

"This is a guy who fucks women on film for a living."

"He's not really having sex with anyone, Christian. It's called acting, that's what romantic leads do. And there is a storyline too " He's is so exasperating!

"I don't like that he specifically asked for you."

"You don't have to like it"

"Why meet at a restaurant...why not at your office? This sounds more like a date than a business meeting"

"Do you know how ridiculous you sound?"

"Why not send your assistant?"

"Because he asked for me, not my assistant."

"These actor types are nothing but serial womanizers, think they're entitled to any woman they fancy. I'm not comfortable with my wife out with a womanizer. What if he makes a pass at you?"

"Nobody is going to make a pass at me. Besides Sawyer will be lurking around close by. I'm sure my virtue will be safe." I tell him sarcastically, as I roll my eyes.

"Don't start with your smart mouth now, Anastasia" he growls

"Don't start dictating what I can and can't do, Christian" I growl back

"I don't want you to go"

"That's not for you to decide."

His eyes are blazing mad. How dare he think he can tell me what to do.

"You are one challenging woman. You're not going" He's so agitated, he's running his hands through his hair.

"I didn't ask"

"Why must you continually defy me?"

"Why must you continually try to bring me to heel? I'm leaving now. I'll see you tonight"

Gah! Fifty, Fifty, Fifty... give me strength. I kiss his cheek and leave.

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I arrive at my office, already exhausted from the morning's conversation. I know having lunch with a hot younger actor is sure to wind Christian up, but it's my job. I can't turn down clients just because my husband is a jealous man.

Sometimes I wonder, if it would all be easier if I just stopped all this. If I wasn't married to someone, who is so crazy..sexy as fuck...but crazy. Someone just normal. No mood swings. No control issues. Just a nice guy who worked nine to five. Had two weeks for vacation every year. Didn't have to have an entourage of security follow wherever we went. Didn't have reporters trying to go through our trash. Just a normal life.

Then I think, yes, it would be easier, it would be a whole lot easier, but I wouldn't be happy because I wouldn't be with Christian. And despite…or maybe it's because of...all of his crazy… I love him. He makes my life exciting. He can be incredibly sweet and romantic. There are times where I don't necessarily like him or something he does, but I can honestly say without doubt, I will always love him. I can't picture my life without him as my husband.

Maybe our relationship is not supposed to be easy. That's why it's so good. It's never boring and worth the challenges.

Just the other day, he was explaining to me one of the ways he knows he loves me.

I was teasing him about his many female admirers. He hates when I do that.

"Ana, I know you're the only one for me" He smiles.

"How do you know?" I tease.

"Because after I fuck you, I'm still in love with you" He states proudly.

I burst out laughing

"What's so funny about that?" He looks surprised by my outburst.

"I think that was the rudest, most romantic thing you've ever said to me. I don't know if I should slap you or kiss you."

See...crazy but he's mine.

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Christian POV:

I've had a full background check run on this Cash Stone to ensure Ana is not in any way at risk from this fucker. Yes, I am a control freak. I don't give a shit.

This fucker's real name is actually Cash. What the fuck kind of name is Cash? She wants cash? I have plenty of fucking cash.

As I suspected, he is a serial womanizer. Doesn't seem to care if they're married or not. Garbage dick.

Good looking and apparently intelligent. He's going to get one look at Ana and make a move. No doubt about it. I don't like this.

I pick up the phone.

"Hey Ros, are you busy for lunch today?"

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Ana POV:

The morning flew by and it's time to go to my meeting. I quickly go into the bathroom to fix my hair and freshen up my make-up. I want to look good. I may be married, but I'm certainly not dead. This is Cash Stone, after all. And he is pretty hot.

Sawyer and I arrive at the restaurant. Cash is already seated at our table. I walk over to meet him. He stands, extends his hand to me and we shake.

"Mr. Stone. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Ana Grey"

"Nice to finally meet you Ana. I've heard very good things about you from my agent. Please call me Cash."

"Thank you, Cash"

We sit. Damn… he's so good looking it should be a crime.

Our server comes to the table to take our drink order. We both order Pinot Grigio then quickly look over the menu. I decide on a baby green salad with pears, gorgonzola and candied pecans. Cash orders the same. We laugh when we realized we ordered the same drink and meal. As I put down my menu, I look up and can't believe my eyes.

Familiar smoldering gray eyes are boring into me. He's sitting with Ros. She has her back to me and he is directly facing me. I can't believe he followed me here. I scowl at him. I'm furious. He smirks and raises his glass of white wine to me. He knows I'm pissed off and he doesn't care.

Oh Christian... my possessive, jealous, control freak Christian. I ignore the fact that he's here and continue with my meeting.

"Cash, I did some research. You have such an interesting story to tell. I think your fans would love to read about your life"

"Yeah, I went back and forth on whether I wanted to tell my story or not. My mother died from cancer when I was only five. I had no family. I was passed around from foster home to foster home. It was a tough life for a young kid. I had to overcome a lot of obstacles to get to where I am today."

"Adversity is a great teacher. It's not what happens to you that determines your future, it's how you respond. This is an experience meant to be shared. You would inspire so many."

"Yes, exactly how I see it" His cell phone rings. "Can you excuse me while I take this call? It will be quick"

"Of course." He answers his call. I decide to send a text to Christian

Care to explain how you ended up here?

I quickly get a message back

I thought it would be nice to get out of the office and here you are. Quite the coincidence, isn't it?

I look up and he's smirking at me. Coincidence, my ass. Taylor must asked Sawyer where I was having lunch.

Hundreds of restaurants in Seattle and you end up in the same one as me?

Must be fate, baby.

Cash ends his phone call and we continue our conversation.

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Christian POV:

Ana looks pretty engrossed with whatever crap that fucker is slinging. She's deep in her conversation and unconsciously biting her bottom lip. It's so fucking sexy. He seems to be into her. The only time he took his eyes off of her was to answer his phone. Rude.

I quickly send her a text.

He wants in your panties.

I see her looking down at her lap. She's hiding the fact that she's reading her BlackBerry while she's talking to this guy. She looks up at me and she looks mad.

Oh...Grow up. Why are you really here?

Protecting what's mine.

She always thinks everyone is as nice and honest as she is. She has no idea how men react to her. She looks up. I can tell she's furious, but trying to hide it from the fucker. She resumes her conversation

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Ana POV:

"Cash, you're so brave to come forward with your story. I really feel we can help you tell your story with the dignity it deserves"

"That's why I specifically requested to speak with you Ana. My agent said you have an excellent reputation. I can tell you get what I'm hoping to convey"

"Yes, I know just the perfect ghostwriter to help you tell your story"

I look up and see Christian's server, a pretty little bitch who can't be more than twenty one. She's wearing a short black skirt and white button down top. A little too unbuttoned for my liking. She's clearly flirting with him. She's refilling his water glass with her eyes glued on him with a flirty smile. Christian is flashing his megawatt smile while she pours the water into his glass. Did she just brush against his arm with her arm? That fucking bitch!

I want to rip her hair out and wipe that smile off his smug face.

I take my blackberry from my lap while Cash is talking and secretly send a text

Seems you have another admirer

I see him look down at his blackberry and discreetly types.

I have no idea who you are referring to

Bullshit.

You know, you're old enough to be her father

He looks up and smirks at me. Pompous ass.

I continue my conversation with Cash. He's a pretty interesting guy with a really good story to tell.

Christian and I have been exchanging glances throughout our lunch. He does look good. Real good. I wonder if it's strange to admire your own husband from across a room. I start daydreaming back to last night. We took out our old friend the spreader bar. Delicious memories. All the muscles tighten below my waist.

Great, now I'm angry, jealous and horny as hell.

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Christian POV:

Ros is telling me about her and Gwen's son's vacation in Rio. We rarely have conversations about our personal lives...and now I remember why. I just don't care.

I'm watching Ana talk to this loser. , He hasn't taken his eyes off of her. I can't blame him. She's such a beautiful woman...especially last night, naked and cuffed to the spreader bar. I could have stared at her like that all night.

This is what Ana does. She defies and infuriates me and it drives me crazy. It makes me want to love and fuck her more.

I see him stand up. Looks like their meeting is finished.

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Ana POV:

Cash shakes my hand and leaves. The meeting went very well, despite my husband distracting me.

I notice Ros has left for the ladies room, so I go over to Christian's table. I'm boiling mad.

"I can't believe the lengths you go to. ... " I shake my head... I'm speechless

"I'm just protecting what's mine." He says unapologetically

"Don't you have better things to do, an Empire to run? This is how you spend your time...spying on me?"

"I was just having lunch...out in the open. I wasn't hiding"

"You are exasperating! I'm so furious with you"

"You think I'm exasperating?"

"Very!"

"You're mad at me?"

"Very"

"Are you as turned on as I am?"

"More"

"You are mine, Anastasia."

"Yes, yours," I whisper

"I take care of what's mine," he hisses

He grabs his cell phone. "Taylor, bring the car around. Have Sawyer bring Ros back to Grey House. Then take us to Escala"