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"I want you.", Christian says in a deep voice which sends bolts of electricity racing through my body, even in places where I don't want. He leans forward in his seat and locks his grays on to my blues before running his tongue over his bottom lip. "I can't explain why I feel like this, but I do. It's taking all I have not to pull you across this table right now and bite that lip which looks very tasty."

"You're a very bold man, but there's no way in hell I would let that happen. You may think just because you're attractive and powerful that I'll fall to my knees for you, but you couldn't be more wrong so why don't you go and want someone else? I'm sure there's many women who'd like to date you."

"Who said I wanted to date you? I'm not sure what happened to cause you to become so wound up tighter than a two dollar watch, but I've got the perfect way to make you feel better than you have in a long time."

"Let me guess, your way involves us being naked.", I ask as my body continues to betray me.

"Among other things. Now is not the time or place for me to go into detail, but I'd ike to see you again, and from the sound of your sound of your breathing, you want that too." He reaches for a napkin and writes down a phone number, holding it up for me. "This is my personal number which I don't make a habit of giving out to just anyone. I'm going to be busy with work for the next few days, but my schedule should be lighter by Thursday so please call me, and we can make plans to meet somewhere more...isolated." I'm tempted to take the napkin and shove it down his throat, but he'd probably just write down the number again. I could always take it and "accidentally" lost it once I'm away from him.

"I'm going to take it, but I wouldn't wait by the phone if I were you." My fingers brush against his slightly as I take the napkin, but that small touch hitches my breathing even more. "It's getting late so I should be going."

"It's not even eight.", he laughs while I push my chair back and place the napkin in my purse. "Why don't you stay a while longer. After all, the night is still young."

"I need to get work on a draft for the Coping Together article so I can have something for Olivia to look over tomorrow." Laura finishes waiting on the table next to us and moves over to us with her eyes primarily on Christian. "Can I have the ticket for my dinner?" I refuse to feel indebted to him in any way.

"Dinner is on me."

"I appreciate your offer, but I'd like to pay for my meal."

"Two separate tickets or no?", Laura asks

"No. Miss Steele, dinner was my idea so please accept my offer of paying for it." The last thing I want is to stand around and argue over something foolish so I nod my head in agreement. "Great. It'll be one ticket."

After he's paid, he opens the door for me as I step outside where a light breeze fills the air. I'm now regretting my decision to not wear a light sweater with my dress, but I'll be in the warmth of my car soon enough.

"Thank you for dinner.", I tell Christian on the way to my car.

"You're welcome." A tall man with a buzz cut gets out of the black SUV which is parked a few cars away from me, and Christian gives him a slight smile. "I'll be there in a minute."

"Your driver?"

"My security.", he answers. "Although I'm not sure if he could protect me from a hard ass like you." I will not laugh. I will not laugh. My words to myself are useless as I begin laughing. Tonight has been very interesting, but I've actually enjoyed myself somewhat.

"I may seem harmless, but that could just be a front."

"What was it you said about not wearing a mask? I knew there was more to you than you were letting on. I sense there's an entire side of you that's begging to be released, and I can be the one who helps you." Instead of responding to his seductive words, I keep walking until I'm at my car. "What is this?"

"This is what they call a car."

"Is it even safe?"

"It's very safe.", I answer, opening my door. His hands snake around my waist and turn me around to face him. Before I know what's happening, he's taking my hand and bringing it up to his lips.

"Don't stay up too late. You need your rest."

"Goodnight."

Once I'm at home and changed into my comfortable light blue pajamas, I settle on the bed and begin reflecting over the night. Christian did have a point when he said that I'm wound up, but I'm not about to let my guard down for anyone. Still, I can't stop thinking about his offer as I lay my head down. I'm not sure if it's because I haven't had sex in over three months or because I've just had dinner with the sexy Christian Grey, but my body is craving to be touched down there. I reach over into the into the top drawer of my nightstand and grab the light pink vibrator which has been my source of stress relief. Slipping it inside of my panties, I turn it on to low speed and begin circling around the outer edges of my sex. The feeling is nice, but it's teasing me. I switch the speed to the higher setting and close my eyes, slipping it inside of my dripping wet clit. Through the darkness of my closed eyes, I'm met by the piercing gray eyes from earlier. What in the hell? My hand has a mind of its own as it continues thrusting the vibrator in deeper while imagining that it's Christian Grey ramming into me. I shouldn't be doing this, but the feeling is so intense. My walls are shuddering as my release nears.

"Oh god.", I moan with my orgasm. Could this be a hint of what to expect with Christian Grey?

"Ana, I just got home.", Kate says from the other side of the door. When I got home, she had left a note letting me know that she was heading out to dinner with Audrey. I remove the vibrator and jump off the bed before pressing my head up against the door.

"Ok. I've been home for a while."

"How was dinner?"

"It was ok, nothing special.", I answer.

"Hmm, I don't know if I believe you, but I'm not going to press you for details since I'm exhausted. I think I overdid it a bit today and need to get to bed early so I can make it into work tomorrow."

"Sounds like a good idea." I look over at the left corner of my room where my desks is waiting on me. "I'm going to start on my article."

"All right, but don't stay up too late.", she says with mirroring words to Christian's. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Ana, I looked over the draft for your article, and I'm impressed.", Olivia says as she stands by my desk the next day at work. "From what I read, you literally put a lot of yourself into the night. I'm sure the Greys were delighted that you participated in the auction."

"They were pleased, but it helped me get a better view of the evening."

"You even went on the date with Christian Grey."

"It wasn't a date. It was dinner.", Kate corrects Olivia who raises a brow. "And I'll be getting back to my work."

"Whether it was a date or dinner, I hope that you had a nice time because you deserve it. We're going to be running the Coping Together article next week so can you get me the finished product by Friday?"

"Sure." The phone on top of my desk soon begins ringing.

"I'll let you get that while I head out for a meeting. Try and hold down the fort while I'm gone."

"Aye aye captain.", Audrey salutes.

"Anastasia Steele.", I answer.

"Miss Steele, how are you?", Christian asks.

"I'm good. How are you?" I turn my chair around so Kate can't see my face blushing. Guilt over pleasuring myself to the image of him is flooding me.

"I'm doing well considering the fact that I've just had to endure an hour long meeting with men who didn't know their ass from the hole in the ground. I needed something to calm me before I step into another meeting so I thought that I'd call and see how the article is coming along."

"I've only got a rough draft so far, but Olivia liked it."

"Rough huh?", he breathes.

"Yes, that's what I said." I press my knees tighter together to help ease the longing that I'm feeling. "Was there anything else that you needed?"

"Besides you? No. I do hope that you've given some thought about my offer. We could be good together."

"Mr. Grey, I really need to get back to work."

"So do I. Have a good rest of the day.", he says, hanging up and leaving me even more confused. He doesn't want to date me so all he must want is sex, but could I deal with just being fuck buddies? I wouldn't have to deal with the usual relationship crap while satisfying my desires. Still, the entire friends with benefits thing rarely works out and someone usually gets hurt.

"I'm going to get some coffee. Do you want some?", Kate asks.

"I'm fine but thanks."

"You're acting strange. Are you sure that nothing happened last night?"

"I'm positive. My mind is just cluttered right now with this article and all."

"Whatever you write will be amazing so don't worry.", she says as she walks away.

Maybe I need to stop worrying and just start living.