A/N: Cash Stone is back. I took a few suggestions for this from PM's and the reviews. Thank you for all your suggestions!

And thank you again for all the reviews. I love love love reading them.

I do not own the characters. They belong to E.L. James.

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Cash Stone- Part One

Ana POV:

It's another work day morning sitting at the breakfast bar with my very handsome husband next to me. As usual, we're eating breakfast together before we both go off to our respective work worlds.

It's been two weeks since Grey Publishing signed Cash Stone for his autobiography. The last time I had lunch with Cash, Christian brazenly stalked us. During lunch we both got so worked up, jealous and horny that we ended up in a heated frenzy to get to Escala, rip off our clothes and tear into each other like savages.

Today, I really need to concentrate. This meeting will be the nuts and bolts of the direction of the book. Normally I'd prefer meeting in a conference room at Grey Publishing. But Cash is a big deal Hollywood star who was insistent on a lunch meeting at the same restaurant because he thought it was less rigid. I have to make the client happy, so the restaurant it is.

"Christian, can we please avoid another 'coincidence" at lunchtime today? I have another lunch meeting with Cash. As you're already aware, Sawyer will be there."

"You didn't seem to mind the way our last 'coincidence' resulted, Anastasia" he purrs

I blush bright red. Jealous Christian and the playroom...a delicious combination. The muscles below my waist tighten from the memory. How does he do this to me so early in the morning? I get back my bearings.

"Yes, that was nice." Very nice.

"Just nice?" He raises an eyebrow.

"No, better than nice… does fucking amazing sound about right?"

"Yes, I think that is a fair and accurate description. The fucking was amazing" He grins.

I roll my eyes. His thoughts always come back to sex. Men are interesting creatures.

"Please Christian. Can you behave yourself today? Run your Empire and let me run mine."

"Ok. But I'm having Sawyer watch him like a hawk. One wrong move and I've instructed Sawyer to rip off his balls"

"Glad you came up with a solution" I say sarcastically.

"The best solution is for you assign this book to someone else, but you never listen to me"

"I'm a forty two year old married mother of two teenagers. A younger Hollywood actor has no interest in me."

"You're a beautiful woman who looks much younger than forty two. You've always looked younger than your age. And the fact that you're married makes you a challenge."

"You're the one who's challenging, my darling husband"

"Just protecting what's mine, baby"

"Yes, I think we've established that." Grrrrrr….

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Crap, I'm running five minutes late. I arrive at the restaurant and Cash is already there and seated. He sure is punctual, usually the celebrity authors make me wait and wait. It's their way of stroking their ego, showing me that their time is more important than mine. Idiots. Christian wouldn't last an hour doing this job. He has no patience for that kind of behavior. It's a nice change that Cash is on time. He must be eager to get the ball rolling.

As I arrive at the table, he stands. I extend my hand out to shake his, but he kisses both cheeks instead. Guess we're going for the air kiss Hollywood route.

"Ana, it's so good to see you again." He flashes his movie star smile. It could melt an iceberg. This is a fine specimen of man in front of me.

"Hi Cash. It's good to see you too. Please accept my apologies for being late. I was at a planning meeting across town for a charity I help organize and we hit some traffic getting here."

"No problem at all. It's commendable that you take time from you're busy schedule to volunteer your time"

"It's the least I can do. There's so many who aren't as fortunate as we are. I like to help however I can."

"I admire that quality in a woman." He smiles.

"So Cash, I'm excited about getting your book off the ground and running."

"I have a lot of ideas Ana. I can't wait get this started and work with you"

The server places a glass of Pinot Grigio in front of me. I didn't order any wine. I furrow my eyebrows and look up as Cash.

"I hope you don't mind, but I already ordered for us. I figured since the last time we were together, we ordered the same meal, we must have the same palate"

"Of course not, that's fine." I lie. Wow, that's presumptuous of him.

"Before we start delving into the book details, I thought, since we'll be working together often, we should get to know each other a little better."

"Of course" I guess he has a point.

Our server brings us each a Spinach Salad with Chicken and almonds. It really does look delicious.

"So Ana, tell me about yourself. I've seen a little bit about you in papers, but they really don't give many details about your life. You're a mystery to me"

"There's nothing mysterious about me"

"There's very little known about your private life. I don't know how you managed that, with the paparazzi. But other than the basic facts, I know very little about you"

"There's not much to tell. I'm married with two fantastic children. Teddy is on the East Coast at college. And Phoebe is still in high school."

"You have a son in college? How could that be?" He sincerely looks surprised.

"Yes, I had him when I was five" I joke.

We laugh. Then he looks serious again.

"And your husband?"

"What about my husband?"

"Obviously I know you're married to Christian Grey. You'd have to live under a rock if you didn't know of your husband's enigmatic reputation"

"Yes, Christian is a very private man. He's complex. A good man"

"So he treats you well?"

"Yes" What kind of question is that?

"You're happily married?"

"Very" Wow, that's an inappropriate question for a business lunch

"Good to know. You should be treated right. You're a compassionate, beautiful woman. I don't see a lot of that in the circles I travel in. The woman I usually deal with as self absorbed prima donnas. It's very refreshing"

I blush.

"Err..thank you. So you want to start discussing the book? Because that's why I'm here.

"Sure. I have a lot of ideas"

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Chrisitian POV:

I'm still not happy with Ana going to lunch with that fucker Stone. I don't trust him. I know the type. They think they can have anything or anyone they want because they're famous. But I promised I wouldn't interfere. I gave Sawyer very specific instructions. He is to stay close by. He's my fucking fly on the wall. I don't care if Ana objects.

I call Sawyer.

"Sir"

"What are they doing Sawyer?"

"Mrs. Grey just arrived and they are talking."

"Good. Stay close. I don't trust that fucker"

"Very well Sir"

I hang up and buzz Andrea.

"Andrea when is my next meeting"

"In one hour Mr. Grey"

Good, I'll go for a quick run and clear my head. I look out the window and it's raining. Thank you, rainy Seattle. I have to work out some of this frustration. I'll go to the corporate gym and hit the treadmill for a half hour. That's should help calm me down.

I don't come to the gym as often as I used to. I generally don't like company when I run, but fuck it, I need this today. I take the elevator to the gym and I change into some running shorts and a T shirt and jump on a treadmill. After a quick four mile run, I grab a fast shower.

After my shower, I get dressed and start feeling a little better about things. I know Ana has to have these meetings, it's part of the job. She has to hold the hands of all sorts of crazy fragile authors and conceited celebrities and soothe their inflated egos to get a half decent book out of them.

I hear two men in the midst of guy talk in the row of lockers in front of me. I smile to myself. I never developed that kind of relationship with other men. The closest male 'friend' I have is Elliot...but Elliot is a nosey bastard with a big mouth, so guy talk is not an option with him.

I laugh to myself as I eavesdrop of their conversation.

"That new receptionist in accounting is a knock out. I'd love to screw her brains out"

"Oh, that blonde. Yeah, looks like she straight out of college. What a set of tits. Can't be older than twenty one. What I'd like to do to her"

Yeah, I've been working on that new girl in Legal, the red head. Linda, Lisa...whatever her name is. I'll break her down soon"

"Oh, she's fucking hot"

"Speaking of hot, did you see Grey's wife at the benefit dinner last week? Shit! The things I would do to that woman. I would fuck her into oblivion"

"Yeah, I saw. Did you check out those fucking killer heels on her? Her legs went on forever. Holy Mother of all things sexy… I'd like to have those legs wrapped around my neck"

They both laugh.

I feel the bile rising into my throat and my fists are beginning to clench.

"I may not have Greys money, but I could satisfy her by fucking her into tomorrow"

"I'd love to have my hands all over her...starting with that ass of hers"

"Shit yeah, that ass...her body is so fucking tight. Christ."

"Between you and me, I jerked off thinking of Grey's wife last week. She's was naked and mighty fine in my mind."

They laugh and leave.

I punch the locker in front of me. Those son of a bitch mother fuckers. I could have beat the shit out of them here and now, but I have other plans for those fuckers. I am furious. Beyond fucking furious as I storm back to my office.

I slam my office door and call Andrea.

"Yes, Mr. Grey"

"I want a list of every fucking employee who used the gym today. If you don't have a list, have Taylor review the security tapes. I want names and the time they were there and I want it now. Then get me Jones at Human Resources."

"Very well Mr. Grey"

"Oh and get a treadmill for my office. I don't want to use the gym anymore"

"Yes, Mr., Grey"

Mother fuckers are going to regret the day they looked at my wife. They wanted to be fucked? They have no idea how royally fucked they are going to be when I'm done with them.

I call Sawyer.

"Sir"

"What the fuck are they doing, Sawyer?"

"Still talking, Sir"

"Has that fucker made any moves on my wife?"

"It doesn't appear so, Sir"

"Good, if he so much as looks at her too long, I want you to crush his balls"

"Yes Sir"

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Ana POV:

I'm sitting in my office after my lunch with Cash. After we got through the odd personal questions he had for me, we were able to get quite a bit accomplished. I have a ghost writer meeting with him later this week. This will help him bring his story to life.

Hannah comes into my office, holding a huge flower arrangement.

"Flowers were just delivered for you, Ana."

"Wow. Christian really went over the top this time, didn't he? I wonder why he sent them"

"There's a card" Hanna points to the front of the arrangement.

I open the small envelope and read the card

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Ana,

Thank you for a wonderful lunch

Looking forward to many more.

You are an amazing woman.

-Cash

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I blush. Oh My.

"Ana, is everything ok?"

"Yes. These are from Cash Stone" Why is he sending me flowers?

"Really?" She tilts her head to one side.

"Yes, he thanked me for lunch. Then said he was looking forward to more"

"Did he?" She raises her eyebrow and smirks.

"Yes. What's that look you're giving me?"

"Looking forward to more? Ana, I think Cash Stone has a crush on you"

"Don't be silly." She is being silly, isn't she? He did seem to stare at me...a lot. Oh, I'm being the silly one now.

"I say it like I see it" She smiles.

"Well, I'm sure you're mistaken. But let's not mention this to Mr. Grey. I don't want to think about how he'd react to this. Cash Stone isn't high on his list of favorite people."

"Of course Ana"

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It's so good to be home. What a long day! Phoebe is talking to Gail by the kitchen island. I join in the conversation as Phoebe fills us in on her day. We hear Christian arrive home. He walks into the kitchen. I notice his hair is mussed up. Crap, this means he's been running his hands through it, which means he's stressing out about something.

"Hi Dad" Phoebe smiles.

"Phoebe" Christian grumbles.

"Is everything alright, Christian?" He looks angry.

"Fine." he snaps.

Phoebe and Gail both look at each other. They know his tone. Very discretely, they inch away from the kitchen and leave me alone with Mr. Moody.

"Bad day at work?" I reach up to massage his shoulders. He freezes and stares at me.

What? He's mad at me about something?

"Just a long fucking day Anastasia. I don't want to discuss it."

"Alright. Can I get you a drink?"

He looks at me like he's searching for something. His eyes pan down my legs and he stops at my shoes.

"Why are you still in heels?" Huh? What does this have to do with anything?

"I haven't had time to change yet. I thought you like me wearing heels?" What is his problem? My shoes? He's pissed about my shoes?

"I have work to do in my office. Don't wait for me; I'll bring dinner into my study"

"Err...ok. Christian, are you alright?"

"Fine. Just a lot on my mind."

"Ok. I'm going to change now and I'll have dinner with Phoebe." I know better than to push the subject.

"Fine" he grunts. Wow, is he in a bad mood.

I begin to walk away from him. As I'm walking, I feel his hand grab my wrist and he yanks me over to him. He takes both of his hands and cups my face and stares deeply into my eyes. My heart is racing. He swoops down and kisses me. Hard. He releases me and storms off to his study, leaving me alone in the kitchen...breathless and confused as hell.

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Christian POV:

I can't get that conversation I overheard out of my head. I'm going to drive myself fucking crazy.

'Did you check out those fucking killer heels on her? I could satisfy her by fucking her into tomorrow"

I want to rip them in half. I've already ensured that they're unemployable. Hit them where it hurts, their wallets. No one fucks with me.

I grab the bottle of scotch I keep in my study and pour some in a tumbler. I down it and pour another.

I know my wife is beautiful and it's not her fault that men react the way they do around her. She weaves some kind of magic spell on men.

She has no idea how captivating she is.

"I could satisfy her by fucking her into tomorrow. I'd like to have those legs wrapped around my neck". "

Fuck! I can't get these thoughts out of my mind. I slam my glass down on the desk.

And there's the actor prick. I know this guy will fuck anything that moves. His background check shows that he fucks them and leaves them...a lot.

No doubt he's fallen under Ana's spell. And there's nothing a womanizer enjoys more than to overcome the challenge of fucking a married woman.

I don't want to take this out on Ana. I'm just going to work here until I calm down...if I calm down.

There's a knock on my study's door.

"What?" I snap.

The door slowly opens and Ana is holding a plate in her hand.

"I brought you dinner." Her eyes go directly to the bottle of scotch on my desk, but she says nothing.

"Thank you"

"Will you be here long?"

"I don't know. Don't wait up for me"

"Ok...I love you Christian"

I stare at her. She looks confused. I'm not going to explain to her how men talk about fucking her behind her back. I'm trying very hard to contain my anger while she's here.

"I know. Good night Ana" I dismiss her.

Her face falls; she turns around and leaves me alone in my study.

I'm a fucking prick.

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It's midnight. I'm sure Ana is sleeping by now. I shut off the desk lamp and head my way to our bedroom. Ana is fast asleep. Her chestnut hair fanned across her face and her lips slightly parted. I pull over a chair and watch her sleep. She looks like an angel. I love her so much and I behaved so badly tonight. What's wrong with me? She did nothing to deserve the way I treated her tonight. I'll make it up to her.

After a while, I get up and get ready for bed. I slip in beside her, lightly kiss her temple and try to sleep away these thoughts.

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Ana sits at a small candle lit table. She looks beautiful. Her hair is swept up showing off her neck and tendrils are falling down around her face. There's the soft sound of violins playing in the background. It's very romantic.

A man's hand reaches across the table and feeds a strawberry with whipped cream. She slowly licks the whipped cream off her lips. She lifts up her champagne glass and clinks it with her dinner companion. Who is it? She puts down the glass and the man's hand reaches across and runs his index finger across the top of her bottom lip. She playfully bites it and laughs. She closes her eyes and very slowly runs her tongue up and down his finger, swirling her tongue around it. She mouths "I love you" across the table.

She's now at the foot of our bed. She is smiling toward someone on the bed. Her eyes are hooded and her breathing is hitched. She begins slowly unbuttoning her silk top. One by one, with each button undone, exposing a very sexy blue lace bra. Her breasts are teasingly peeking over the lace. She slides off her skirt revealing a matching blue lace thong. She mouths "I love you" once again and begins crawling up the bed over a muscular man's body.

She sits up on her knees and unhooks her bra and seductively removes it, exposing her breasts. She lowers herself again and I see Cash Stone with his hands running up her naked back.

"I love you Ana. Now that you've left him, we are free to be happy."

"I love you Cash. Make love to me"

I'm standing at our bedroom door and fall to my knees. I'm desperately screaming but they don't hear me.

"Get your fucking hands off my wife. Ana stop. Stop. Don't leave me. Ana, Ana…."

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"Christian, Christian, wake up. Wake up" She cries.

I open my eyes and I'm in our bed.

"Ana?" I look around the room wildly.

"Yes, I'm here. I'm here. You were having a dream. It's ok. I'm here"

She's here. Thank fuck, she's here.

"Oh Ana. Let me love you" I pull myself up and move her back down with her back on the bed.

"Yes"

I rest my elbows on the bed and take both of my hands and hold her face, her beautiful blue eyes looking right through me. I kiss her, pouring all of the love I have for her in this kiss. I nuzzle her neck and we begin to move.

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Ana POV:

I've been reading the same line in this manuscript in front of me..over and over again. I can't concentrate. I don't know what is bothering Christian. The past few days, he has been so preoccupied. He doesn't want to discuss it. He was quiet again this morning.

The other night he had a nightmare. He hasn't had one of those in so long. Whatever is bothering him has shook him to his core. I have to trust that eventually he'll work it out.

Hannah calls me.

"Ana, Cash Stone is here to see you"

"Cash Stone?" I don't have an appointment to see him. "Ok, send him in"

What is he doing here?

My office door opens and Cash walks in. He really is a handsome man, in a pair of faded jeans, cable knit sweater and boots.

I stand from my chair.

"Cash, this is a pleasant surprise"

"I hope you don't mind Ana.

"Of course not. I understand you've had contact with Ed Wynn, your ghost writer"

"Yeah, he seems like a good guy"

"Good, I thought you'd like him. So what can I do for you?"

"I was in the area and thought I'd see if you were free for lunch...we could talk more about my book."

"Oh, I'm sorry Cash. I have an appointment soon. It was so nice of you to think of me."

"Sure Ana. It was a shot in the dark. Catch up with you another time?"

"Of course."

He leaves my office. I sit down in my chair in wonder. That was strange,

What the hell was that all about?

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