Ana's POV

I go to open the door and barely manage to stifle a gasp at the sight before me. My eyes rake him. He is wearing dark blue jeans that hang off his hips perfectly with a light blue button up shirt and a black sports jacket. As my eyes meet his face, I notice his hair is artfully disheveled and it makes me want to run my fingers through it. I only realize how long I must have been staring as I notice the smirk on his lips and the mischief in his eyes. I can feel myself blush and I bite my lip nervously. His face falters and his eyes change, somehow darker. I wonder what's on his mind.

"Well, Miss Steele, you look absolutely ravishing in that dress."

"Well, Mr. Grey, you don't look so bad yourself." I add with a wink, that was rather bold of me.

"Shall we?" Reaching out his hand as he grabs mine. His touch is electrifying.

We get into the back seat of his car and he buckles me in.

"I would not want you to get hurt, Miss Steele." I blush recalling our introduction.

"Please, call me Ana."

"Well, Ana, I'm very happy you agreed to go out with me tonight."

"I'm glad you asked me ,Mr. Grey. So, where are we off to this fine evening?"

"I thought we would try this new restaurant called The Black Camel. I have not been myself, but I hear the food is amazing and please, call me Christian." He says with a sarcastic tone and gives me a charming wink.

"Sounds fantastic, Christian." I say with a bit of sass.

Once we have arrived at the restaurant, Christian helps me out of the car and pulls me close to his side. This man's touch is magnetic. His hand on my hip is sending electricity through my entire body. I don't think I have ever had a connection like this with someone. We are taken to a private room of the restaurant that Christian has rented for the night.

"Ana, something you should know about me is that I am a very private person. I hope you understand that."

"I do not mind at all, Christian. To be honest, eating out gives me a lot of anxiety, so this is perfect." Why the fuck did I just tell him that?

"Good. Also, I hope it doesn't bother you that I've already ordered for us."

"Well, I guess it really doesn't matter, does it?" I'm not a child I don't need someone to order my food for me.

"I'm sorry, Ana, this is a first for me. I do not exactly know the protocol for this sort of thing."

Before I can respond, a waiter comes in with two wine glasses and pours some in Christian's glass and waits for his approval. New to this, he is the most eligible bachelor in the United States and he doesn't know what happens on a date.

"Excellent, thank you."

"This wine is one of my personal favourites its Château La Bécasse, Pauillac." Ah hearing him say those words makes me melt.

"Do you speak French fluently?"

"Yes, I do, you have a good ear. I spent some time in France as a child. Have you ever been there?"

"No, I've never travelled outside of the states."

"Well, Ana..." his words are cut off by a waiter with our appetizers. Ugh this keeps happening.

"Do you like oysters?"

"I wouldn't know. I've never tried them before." They don't look very appetizing though.

"Here, let me show you how. They are really quite simple to eat. First, grab the oyster and then carefully squeeze some lemon juice on to it then put the narrowest part of the shell between your lips and tip the oyster in." Once he is done explaining, he hands me an oyster with lemon and I follow his instructions although I am not too big on shell fish or trying new foods.

I can see a little smirk on Grey's face as the oyster slides down my throat.

"So...?" He asks in anticipation

"After you get over the texture, they are actually quite good." I can see a hint of a smile on his face.

We converse a little more on the time he spent in France as a child and my dreams of seeing the world. At some point in the conversation, the waiter brought our main course, which is excellent.

"The salmon is amazing." I say as they take our plates

"Indeed. I like a girl who can eat, Anastasia." I wonder what he means by that.

"So, Christian, what is it that you do?" I know Kate said something about a business tycoon, but I have no idea what she was talking about.

"I am a industrialist." I'm not one hundred percent sure what he means, but I nod my head anyway.

"Do you have a motto or a philosophy that guides you in your business?" Wow, I sound like I'm interviewing him.

"Well, a wise man once said, 'The man who acquires the ability to take full possession of his own mind may take possession of anything else to which he is justly entitled.'"

"Andrew Carnegie, so what your saying is you want to posses things. I'm just curious of what you want to posses." His eyes turn dark again and he is harsh in his response.

"I want to posses things that I have earned."

"The more I get to know you, the more you seem like a control freak." He totally ignores my comment, but I can tell it bothered him.

"For dessert, we will be having Crème brûlée, although, Miss Steele, I would much prefer having you for dessert." He adds in a low husky tone, I melt at the words and slip into a daydreaming haze remembering my dream from last night.

"Both sounds fantastic, but I think we should just stick with the Crème brûlée for this evening." I say, but the truth is I would much prefer having Christian. I don't know what it is about him but I am putty in his hands.

"Well, Ana, I must admit this is a first for me I don't do girlfriends. I have never sent a girl flowers or chocolates. I have never had a girl spent a night it my bed. This is all new to me." Now I am starting to worry what is he talking about. If he doesn't do girlfriend, why did he ask me out on a date? Does he think I'm going to go home sleep with him and leave?

"Well, Christian, to be fully honest, this is my first date as well." He gives me this look of utter shock.

Christian holds up his wine glass to make a toast.

"To firsts then." As we clink glasses his eyes do not leave mine. It reminds me of something my dad would tell me, 'If you don't look into the eyes of the person you're clinking glasses with, you'll have bad sex for seven years'

Once we have finished our dessert and Christian pays the bill, we are on our way back to my apartment.

"Ana, I would like you to come over to my place tomorrow for brunch. I have something I need to tell you."

"Okay what time?" I say with some hesitation.

"I'll have Taylor collect you at 11."

"Sounds great."

Christian walks me to my door and takes my by surprise by the most passionate kiss. Electricity is back zipping through my body, my knees are weak, I can barely hold my own weight.

"Until tomorrow, Miss Steele." He says getting back into his car.

When I walk through the door, Kate is waiting there to grill me with questions.

"So how was it? Where did you go? Did he kiss you? Did he ask you on another date?" I can hardly muster up a response, my whole body is tingling from that kiss.

"It was fantastic. We had dinner at this new restaurant called The Black Camel and it was so easy and comfortable talking to him. Yes, he kissed me and it was amazing. Lastly, I am seeing him for brunch tomorrow."

"Oh, Ana, I am so happy for you."

"Me too, Kate. He is so nice and I am so comfortable with him. If you do not mind, I am going to take off these heels, pick out an outfit for tomorrow, and go to bed."

"Goodnight, babes."

"Sweet dreams, sweetie."

I find this cute flowery dress and simple pair of flats to wear tomorrow and I lay them out, quickly brush my teeth, and crawl into bed. I am tossing and turning for a hours before I finally fall asleep, trying to figure out what it is that Christian has to tell me.