CPOV

I am parked outside Angels, waiting for the right moment to go inside. Of course, the right moment hasn't come around for the last 25 minutes. It's now 11:00 p.m. and I don't know why in the life of me I cannot step inside this club. My greatest accomplishment was at 10:52 p.m. when I stepped out of the car and took a grand three steps... towards the garbage can, fiddled with my jacket pocket, until I found a handkerchief to throw inside. It's a good thing I told Taylor that I would go on my own tonight. At least I'll lose my dignity by myself this way.

The problem is, either way I'm pathetic. If I go inside, I'll be the horny creep obsessed with a girl at a strip club. If I go home, I'll be the loser that waited at the parking lot of a strip club for 25 minutes and came out to throw out some pretend garbage. So I'm stuck.

Dammit, I'm Christian Grey for fuck's sake! I don't have to waste my fucking time. I'll go in, get her to fuck me, and get her out of my fucking head. Hopefully, not before she'll give me some head. I smirk to myself like the horny creep that I have become.

I head towards the neon Angel wings and head inside. Immediately, I see her. And I really fucking wish I didn't. She is bending over the counter to wipe down the remnants of some fruity pink drink. Her tits are pressed against the side of the counter and her ass looks fine as hell from my angle. Jesus Christ, I shouldn't have come here.

I try to look at anywhere but her in case she glances up and sees me ogling at her. She must get enough of that already. The thought makes my blood boil.

The club is pretty empty, except for a few middle aged business men, mostly ignoring the dancers. The bar is thankfully empty. This is my shot.

I walk over and sit at a slightly stool and try not to cringe. You can fucking do this.

"Hello"

Really? Hello? Anastasia glances up. The widening of her eyes indicates that she remembers me. I'm really trying to mask a shit eating smile right about now.

"Hi. Wow, hi. What could I get you sir? It's on me. The drink, I mean. You left before I had a chance to thank you for your generous tip, or tell you that it was too much. So please, this one is on me."

Oh, no you fucking don't Anastasia. I have seen your sad bank account.

"It will not be on you. That tip was a thanks for your incredible service. More of which I hope I'll be getting tonight." I say with the voice that somehow makes everyone's panties drop.

A blush spreads along her beautiful cheeks. Yes! It worked!

"Then accept my gratitude, and a damn good drink coming your way." Stop being adorable, I want to fuck you, not be charmed by the soft sound of your voice, for fuck's sake.

"I'll have a scotch, neat please. And your name." Anastasia giggles as she pours the drink. I am instantly as hard as rock.

"Here you go sir. It's Ana. May I have your name in return?" Thank Jesus she is interested!

"Christian. But now you owe me."

"Oh?"

"A date. What are you doing tomorrow night?" What the fuck did I just say?