To all that have subscribed, thank you for sticking around. I had a computer meltdown and since then have hit a bit of a funk "recapturing" the story.

Forgive the disjointed, less than fluid storyline. It was better the first time around.

Hoping you stick along through my growing pains,

hence I learned ~~~Back up ALL your Typing~~~ ugh!

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CPOV

Arriving at Europa by 11:15 I'm feeling a bit nervous as we are making our way to one of the several U shaped booth in the VIP section, I bump into the table, not willing to take my eyes off her. I can't make out what she's wearing other than its red latex.

Elliot leans over to me" Damn bro she's cuter than the photos."

"Ell, keep your dick in your pants"

laughing "Jealous, are we?"

ignoring him our server arrives. A very attractive dark skinned brunette with light eyes. "Hi I'm Asha and your server this evening. What would you like to drink?"

"Whatever Jane is drinking, she should be joining us soon. Six Universale Pale Ale's in a bucket with ice, a large bottle of flat water with three glasses. Also send a bottle of Cristal to the DJ."

"Sir the DJ doesn't accept drinks"

sounding snide "This is not a drink, it's champagne"

"Sir, I'm not trying to be difficult, just following her requests. Please feel free to talk with Jane when she arrives. I'll be right back with the rest of your order."

Elliot leans into me "You know bro, I see this as a good thing, Anastasia refusing drinks... Comes across to me that she's here to work and doesn't want to be picked-up or feel obliged to talk with any dickweed that buys her a drink. You know what Chris? I'm liking her more already."

Nodding to Elliot realizing I should be glad Anastasia is not looking to be picked-up in a nightclub. Like my brother I find myself attracted her more as well.

Returning to our table with the beers and water, "Thank you Asha and apologies for my comment a few minutes ago."

"Mr Grey, can I be honest with you?"

"Of course" thinking what the Hell is she going to say now...

"We deal with some unsavory and obnoxious customers at times and it's nice for a change to have people like you. Thank you" attaching her words with a huge smile.

Nodding I keep a straight face. Elliot gives her a smile and a wink. I'm thinking, Big E did you hear her words, don't act like a player at this particular moment. Shaking my head, I swear this guy can't help himself. He's never going to fucking settle down.

Taking a hit from his beer, "Chris I'm heading to the floor. You coming?"

"No, maybe later. I'm going to wait for Jane."

Wasting no time he heads off to dance.

Looking at my watch I'm counting down the minutes until Anastasia is finished and gotta say time has slowed to a crawl.

I need to distract myself, grabbing a brew making my way to the rails, talking a deep pull from my beer. I lean over the rails looking for Elliot while also watching Ana in the booth and fuck she is looking hot. Her hair is straight rather than wavy, parted down the middle, having headphones on she looks focused and I have to say I'm fucking intrigued.

I love music... classical, old school but this is new to me and frankly not my style at all... I don't understand how dj's can inject various sounds yet create fluidity. Not taking my eyes of Ana while she is quite frankly working, I watch someone assisting her as she changes records. I smile she always seems to be holding up her finger as if to say "Wait a minute, I'm busy"... then she'll smile pulling her headphone off and chatting. At least what she does she takes seriously and I like that. She's not half-assed.

A few minutes later I hear a familiar voice, turning to my right I see Jane standing next to me and beside her, her brother Andrew and his girlfriend Michelle. Offering them a seat Asha promptly arrives taking their orders.

Taking one last scan for Elliot I see him dancing with none other than Gia. Fuck... She may be a talented architect but I personally dislike her immensely. I was going to wave him back to the table, but he's busy. Glancing down to my watch Ana has 20 minutes left.

Sitting next to Jane saying. "I should have made myself a silent partner. You and Edward have created quite the successful nightclubs."

smiling "Well Christian if you recall, you were approached a few years ago."

"Very true, should you plan on expanding to other cities let me know. I'd be very interested."

"Actually Edward and I have a new club opening in San Francisco in August, we already have a partner attached."

smirking "Let me guess, another Jupiter moon?"

"Yes, Ganymede."

I don't have to ask, my gut tells me that it's Ana who's partnered up with them.

Seems there are things Edward didn't divulge about Anastasia, she's closer to them than led to believe. Lost in thought when I look back to where Anastasia is been stationed, she's gone. Now some guy is now spinning and there's still a few minutes left in her set. Where the fuck did she go? Rubbing my temples with eyes closed. I am sooo not feeling this techno music, not at all....then I get this prickly sensations and hear Jane calling out Ana's name. Snapping open my eyes the first thing I see is her gorgeous ass wrapped in a red latex dress. Turning around she has this bright smile on her face then laying eyes on me she cocks her head. Then I see what looks like her mind is churning. Quickly standing up I shake her hand and we are hit by that jolt of energy. She pulls her hand away.

Jesus fuck, why is always pulling away from me?

Looking at me then at Jane (she's sizing up as to why I here) returning her eyes to me .

I find it amazing how quickly her eyes dart and scans us. Looking back to me, I see she is polite and rather formal.

"How are you Mr. Grey?"

"I'm well thank you. And you Miss Steele, how are you this evening? Please, take a seat next to Jane." it's taking every ounce of energy to keep my eyes up. Desperate not to eye fuck her, at least not yet.

"It's been a good night, thank you for asking." still standing "Jane, I'm on the hunt for Ben. Have you seen him tonight?"

"He's not here yet. Take a seat Ana, he knows where to find us. You heard, he just got engaged? And by the way where the hell is my loaf?"

I hear her playfully exaggerate a sigh...

"Yeeeeesszz, it was mentioned over dinner last night, you know...the one in which you bailed on. And as far as your banana nut loaf, which was last known sitting on the counter in my kitchen with a big fat green bow. Sorry to say it has already been consumed by Kate." giving her a wink

I have to grin.
Ana is a bit of a smartass. I like her humor.

Right before Ana slid into the booth I manage a glimpse of what she has on, it's a cheongsam styled dress that clings right below the knee, closed toe black Louboutin with a thin strap hugging her ankle. Jesus Fuck, I want to lick my tongue around that tiny leather strap around her ankle!

Mia, my little fashionista would be proud that her big brother does in-fact listen to her mundane jabber about clothes. Can't help but smile... I miss my pest of a sister. Sitting beside Ana she greets Andrew and Michelle making small talk. But wastes no time asking Jane

"How to you know Christian?"

She's trying to be low keyed but I heard it. She has her suspicions as to why I'm here and if I were her, I would be curious too.

speaking clearly "Ed and I have known Christian for at least three years now. It was Elliot who introduced us."

"Who is Elliot?"

Interrupting their conversation "That's my brother." pointing my thumb to the dance floor " He's out there somewhere dancing his ass off. I haven't seen him since we arrived, he's a bit of a dancing fiend. Maybe he'll grace us with his presence when he tires out."

It seems my comment put her at ease. I know what she was thinking and this creates credibility. I can actually feel her energy ebbing and body relaxing next to me.

Almost immediately everyone is teeming with loud chatter. Ana is light and so fucking adorable. Flipping shit at Andrew how last week he got lost in San Francisco with Michelle adding men and the inability to follow directions even when literally spelled out for them, with Ana adding courtesy of Mapquest.. And to see Jane shrugging her shoulders, not even bothering to come to her brother's rescue. It was all playful banter and ribbing.

Leaning into Ana, my outer thigh pressing against hers, while stroking her lower back with my thumb I feel her shudder and ever so slightly lean into me...

I love that I'm affecting her.

That's it baby, you're playing into my experienced hands.....

I ask if she would like a drink. Thanking that I asked, mentioning that Asha would be here soon to drop it off, which is only a bottle of water.

Really? A fucking bottle of water?What is she a teetotaler? I don't subscribe to my subs getting drunk on a regular basis but a drink or two is clearly acceptable.

Finally Elliot makes his appearance looking sweaty, I bet he's having second thoughts about wearing a turtleneck. He's playing it cool introducing himself, asking for her name. He didn't even add that was a dj or seeing her spin. Ignorance is bliss and he's playing the role to a tee. I watch as Elliot tries several times to engage Ana and she's coming across as aloof. Yes, she's polite but not open to him.

Still wearing my jacket suddenly feel hot. I don't know if the heat is coming from me or her or if it's that fucking charge that is constantly humming between us. I shrug off my jacket folding and placing it over my ever present erection. Noticing, Ana asks if I would like to have it taken to Jane's office. Taking her up on the offer, it will give me the opportunity to be alone with her less the added distractions and I also want to pounce on those lips.

Sliding out of booth, taking her hand guiding her to the edge of the table I don't let go, squeezing tight. I know she feels that energy between us and I'll be damned if she didn't pull her hand away from me, taking ahold of the rail. Making our way to the office I again reach out to touch her, she's not going to avoid that spark between us. Wrapping my arm around her waist to slow her down, she's walking surprisingly quick in her tight skirt, this time I don't let go, pulling her into me. Her hair smells faintly of oranges and honey and incredibly silky soft. I want to bury my head in her hair.

Looking for an excuse for my closeness I ask about Ben...who I couldn't give a shit about Ben.

Casually she says "Ben is my brother."

thinking to myself Brother? I thought she was an only child or Welch fucked up somewhere...

responding "Brother?"

Ana doesn't add to my question.

I watch as Ana punches in the code to the office door. And any doubt that she is partnered with Jane and Edward is tossed aside. Ana walks around like she owns the place, making her way to the back closet taking a cedar hanger along with my jacket placing it on the coat rack so that I wont have to go toward the back of the office. Watching her move around in her snug red latex, I want her...

sitting at the edge of Jane's desk with my legs crossed with my dick ready to pop our of my black slacks,. I see Ana applying lip gloss in front of the vanity mirror. I can tell she's thinking about something. Frankly I don't care what's she's pondering, I am captivated by her beauty.

Making my way, standing behind her staring at her reflection. "Do you mind?" and before she can say anything, I spin her around grasping and gently tugging the nape of her hair pulling her head back, gingerly biting down on her lower lip when I feel this overwhelming urge to consume her. Tugging a little harder Ana's lower jaw goes lax so that I can slide my tongue into her warm mouth and I am not disappointed. She is so responsive to my kiss, matching my fervor. Then Ana does something that I never experienced before. She reaches up with her hands running her fingers through my hair and tugs me down toward her. It doesn't feel like she was trying to Top me. It feels like she's pleading for me to kiss her deeper.

This is... passion.

And if I wasn't wearing shoes I know my toes would have curled.

Fuck me, I've got to get this beautiful creature into one of my beds, better yet, playroom. I bet she's a hellava lay...