I'm thrilled with the response my little story has been getting – you guys are great!
I wanted to make this chapter longer, but I'm leaving for a vacation trip tomorrow and will be gone for a couple of days, so I decided to cut it off and post what I've got so far, since it'll be a couple of days before I get the chance to sit down and write again.
For all eyes to see – chapter 3
For the third morning in a row, I settle into a booth at the Sunshine Café and open my laptop. My first meeting isn't until noon, and just like yesterday and the day before that I will make this booth into my temporary morning-office so I can watch the glorious Miss Steele as I work.
Right now, she's talking with Miss Kavanagh over the counter. Yes. I've had Welch pull information on all the employees at Sunshine Café and I've come to the conclusion that the perky blonde who seems to be so intimate with my sweet Anastasia must be Katherine Kavanagh – an up-and-coming journalist, destined to make it in the media business without taking advantage of the fact that her father is the founder and owner of Kavanagh Media.
By the look of things, Miss Kavanagh is not only Miss Steele's co-worker, but also her room-mate as they seem to be living at the same address, and for a few moments, my heart stopped as I read her file. That is, until I flipped the page and found her relationship record, which contains a bunch of short-term relationships – all with men – and her sexual orientation that clearly states: heterosexual. Thank God.
I'm confident I could win Anastasia over if competing with another guy over her attention; but I'm not sure how that would work if she had a girlfriend.
Yes. Win her over. I'm determined to do just that. I don't care about her other job or that more people than I'd like to think about has seen her naked and touching herself. All I need is to convince her to spend one night with me in my playroom. One good, hard fuck and then I can get her out of my system and move on with my life.
Only because she's not dating Miss Kavanagh, doesn't mean she's straight, my subconscious kindly reminds me.
There's a rustle over at the counter and I see the wonder that is Anastasia Steele roll her eyes at a smiling Miss Kavanagh as she makes her way over to my booth. I feel my cock twitch as I'm hoping she'll repeat that same gesture in my playroom and give me the opportunity to punish her for it. Oh, it'll be wonderful to see that pale skin flush under the workings of my hand…
She fumbles with a notepad when she approaches me. "Are you ready to order, sir?" She smiles right at me and I take the opportunity to openly look at her. Her smile is breathtaking and her eyes seem to be getting brighter and bluer each time I see them and I get the feeling they can see into the depths of my soul.
She's wearing her hair pulled back into a pony tail, yesterday it was two – one on each side – and I think I liked that better; it made her look even more innocent and sweet. I let my eyes slide down her body; the waitress uniform she's wearing doesn't show much, but just knowing how delicious that body underneath it is makes me want to throw myself at her right here and now.
As I return my eyes to her face I see her cast her eyes down and blush under my scrutinizing gaze. In her line of work, shouldn't she be used to men checking her body out?
"I'll have two coffees and two blueberry muffins" I say and she looks over at the empty seat opposite from me with a confused little frown on her otherwise perfect forehead before she scribbles my order onto her little notepad.
"Coming right up, sir" She smiles as she turns around to go get my order. I do love it when she calls me 'sir' – the word seems to fall so naturally from her lips.
At this time of day, when the breakfast rush has passed and the lunch rush hasn't set in yet, the café is empty, save from me and two young girls at a table near the windows. The girls have been sipping the same latte's for about half an hour and I smile to myself as I think of the plan I came up with yesterday. Soon, I'll know more about Miss Anastasia Rose Steele.
"Here you go" Miss Steele gives me another one of those incredible smiles as she places the cups filled with coffee and the muffins on the table before me.
"Sit" I order and she looks utterly confused.
"Wh-what?" She stutters out as she runs her hand up to her face and places a few stray hairs behind her ear.
"Sit and have coffee with me" I clarify my demand and she shuffles her feet, but doesn't move.
"I'm working" She explains as if I couldn't have figured that out from the uniform and the fact that she'd just taken and delivered my order.
"The place seems to be rather empty at the moment" I make a deal out of looking around the empty café and she follows my gaze. Why won't she just sit down?
I award her with one of my most charming, panty-wetting smiles. "I'm sure you can find the time to sit down with me for a few minutes"
She bites her lip – Oh, that lip! – and casts a glance over her shoulder at her friend. Miss Kavanagh is all smiles as she nods her head, not all that discreet but still encouragingly towards me.
Anastasia seems to be debating with herself before she finally gives in. "Oh, okay" A shy smile appears on her lips as she slides into the booth.
"I'm Christian Grey" I introduce myself as I push one of the coffees and a muffin across the table to her.
"I know" She practically whispers and her eyes widen as in shock when she realizes what she said.
I push my laptop aside, it's blocking my view of her and I wouldn't want to miss one glimpse of her as we interact. "You do?" I'm sure my facial expression reveals my amusement, but I don't care.
"Well…" She bites down on her lip again and I suddenly feel it very hard to concentrate on anything other than those full lips and the potential they hold. "…Kate, that's my friend…she…eh…she recognized you…from magazines and stuff"
"Magazines and stuff?" I repeat, somehow I find her shyness and awkwardness unbelievably charming.
She smiles. "Yeah"
"So…" I start, making sure I catch her eyes with mine. "…so far I've introduced myself and you've introduced your friend Kate. What about you?"
Her gaze is so intense I feel the need to rip my eyes away, but of course I don't – I'm never the first to break eye-contact. It's just…it feels as if though she's seeing through me, right into the darkness of my soul.
"Oh…" She looks embarrassed and casts her eyes down towards the table for a few seconds before looking up again. "I'm Anastasia, or Ana if you please"
"Anastasia" I repeat, reveling in the sound of her name from my lips. "That's a beautiful name"
She blushes yet again. "Thank you sir"
She seems to be well-mannered with all her 'sirs' – I like that. That seems promising. Not to talk about the way she keeps casting her eyes down. This girl was born to be a submissive.
But she won't be my submissive – only for a night. Only so I can get her out of my head.
I decide to cut right to the chase. "So, Anastasia, do you have a boyfriend?" I don't want to have to bother with a jealous boyfriend knocking on my door after I'm done fucking her. And I really don't like the idea of her having a boyfriend – jealous or not.
This time, her cheeks go crimson red. "No"
"Good" I smile. I've decided the best way to do this is to start with a dinner in the privacy of my penthouse, where we can discuss the one-night contract I had drawn up yesterday. I don't want to tell her how badly I want to fuck her here, where her friend – the aspiring journalist – is within hearing-distance.
And I certainly won't tell her how I want to fuck her until she's signed an NDA.
"Then I would want you to have dinner with me tonight" I make sure to sound as convincing and charming as I possibly can.
She's squirming in her seat. Oh, Anastasia, the ways I can make your body squirm once you've signed the contract.
"I'm busy tonight" She says it with a regretful tone but I still feel fury raging through me as I realize why she's busy tonight. She's working at the club. Of course. She can't be naked with me in my playroom tonight, because she has plans to get naked in front of a crowd of men.
"Tomorrow night then" I have a hard time not letting my anger display in my voice.
She looks down at the table. "I'm busy most nights"
I have to take a deep breath. How the fuck do I solve this? I have to have her. I have to fuck her. I have to get out from under this spell she has cast over me.
"I see" I say shortly. What else can I say? I need her to understand how badly I want this.
"I would really want to have dinner with you Anastasia" She blushes again and sinks her teeth into that delicious-looking lip. That's it. I'll fuck her right here on this table, I don't care who sees.
"I would want that do" She whispers again and for a moment I'm fazed, thinking she has responded to my inner-thoughts. But I quickly find my composure again as it becomes clear to me that she's talking about the words I actually did say out loud – about the dinner.
This girl is driving me fucking insane.
"I'm free Monday night" She suddenly says and there's a light of hope in her eyes.
Monday night. That's four days from now. I can't wait that long. I need her now.
Do I have a choice?
"Monday it is then" I succumb and her face lights up in the most amazing smile I've seen so far. How could have guessed there was even a possibility for a smile to be more amazing than her first?
"Monday" She repeats as she rips of a paper from her notepad and hands it to me. I glance down at it. It's her phone number. I already have it, but I'm guessing for some reason she wouldn't find that piece of information flattering.
She stands up from her seat, still smiling wide. "I have to get back to work"
No. Already? I feel as deprived of her presence as I did when she exited the stage at Midnight Madness.
"You haven't finished your coffee yet" I try, in a desperate attempt to keep her with me for just a little while longer.
She looks down at her feet for a moment and there's a curious smile on her lips as she meets my eyes again. "I don't really drink coffee"
I let out a laughter. I don't know why I find that funny. But I do. And when she's giggling at my response I feel myself smiling a real, heart-felt smile, for the first time since…I don't even know if I ever smiled like that ever before. But it feels good. Amazing actually.
What is it about this girl? What is it that she's doing to me?
