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Alexandra

Anastasia

I have had enough of men! "I'm not interested in anyone", I want to scream at the top of my lungs. But nobody is listening. Kate especially.

Where did she find that guy, Jose, I've no idea. He's been such a pain, hanging around my dorm room, calling me non-stop. How can he think we are an item when we only went out for one night? Only once! Ugh!

I decided to do something about it. I have to tell him myself that he should stop this, whatever it is he is doing. And I was lucky he called today, asking to meet me. I accepted with one thing on my mind. My plan is to tell him we are not working out, and leave.

I'm standing outside the café for a few minutes, watching him. He said he would be waiting for me here. I have essays to write, work to do, I don't have time for this nonsense. But I have to it.

Finally, I take a deep breath and with my laptop under my arm, I open the door.

Inside I see rows of tables and Jose, sitting at the farthest table in the corner, is patiently waiting for me. There is a bottle of Coke on the table and two glasses, one of which is full. Clean shaven, wearing a fancy shirt, God, I hope he doesn't think we are on a date.

"Ana! You look great! How are you?" He stands up, and greets me.

"I'm fine, thank you. You?" I sit down opposite him at the table.

"I haven't been better!"

"Yeah, about that. I want to talk …"

"Ana," he pours me a glass of coke and continues. "It feels like everyone wants to have a piece of me! There's a demand for my photographs! My professor told me that in the past few days five people were interested in my work! Can you believe it?"

"That's really good but, listen, Jose, I'm not sure what you think is going on between us."

"Didn't you hear me? People want me, Ana!" He leans over the table, looking at me. "And if you play you cards right, well…"

"Jose, I don't want to play my cards right. There's nothing going on between us. I don't know where you got that idea. We haven't even kissed."

"You don't mean that," he reaches out to take my hand but I quickly pull it back. "I know you, Ana, more than you know yourself."

"You can't possibly say that. You've known me for two months, Jose. Not a day longer!" I stand up, ready to leave.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"Wherever I want!" I snap. "Jose, you are overstepping your boundaries!"

"But, Ana, I-I really like you! I'm sorry, okay?"

"Jose, I don't like you in that way! And I never will."

All of a sudden, he looks really hurt. Maybe I shouldn't have been so cruel. He stands up and dejectedly walks out as I sit back down in the chair.

I feel bad, but at the same time I'm very busy. This was the plan all along, anyway. He should have been told.

For the next half an hour I stayed at the café, hoping to get ahead with my essay but all I felt were people staring at me, judging me for being so harsh. Soon after I finished the first draft I was ready to go back to my room.

I needed to pee first, so I headed towards the restrooms.

It was there that I met him. Actually, it was in front of it. I bumped into this God like creature while I was texting Kate. I had to tell her what had happened between Jose and me so she knows what to say if she saw him. To stop encouraging him to think that we stand a chance.

But him. Oh God! I don't know where he came from? His grey eyes were so intense, and yet he didn't say a word. I ran away, looking back once, hoping he'd call me, or say something. I had to test him. But he was only, strangely, staring at me.

I ran to my room to leave my laptop and took the draft assignment I had printed it out previously with me. I had to take it to Ms. Radley when, again, destiny interfered. Or maybe it was my clumsiness. Either way, it felt good seeing him again.

"I'm Christian Grey,"

"Ana,"

What a coincidence. Twice in less than ten minutes. I wouldn't mind doing this all day.

"I'm so sorry for running into you. Did I hurt you?"

"Um, no. I'm okay."

"Let me buy you a cup of coffee, Ana. It would be my way of saying I'm sorry," his stare is dominant, but there is warmth in his voice.

"S-sure," I smile, and then I remember I have to take the papers to Ms. Radley's office. "Um, why don't I meet you there, I have to drop these off first."

"Okay. I'll be waiting for you at the Cafe."

I turn around and quickly run up to Ms. Radley's office. I could have done this while he was waiting for me but honestly, I had to create some space between us. And think what I am going to say to him. Or do. Oh my God.

On my way to the café I notice the difference from an hour ago. It's the same place I met Jose to tell him I'm not interested, and now, now…. I better wipe my drool.

"Ana!" I hear him shouting my name and I look around, on the other far side of the cafe, next to the wall, Christian Grey is sitting at a table. I smile, and wave.

As I swerve around the tables, heading in his direction he watches me with a slight smirk. His head is cocked, and I think he's checking me out, I'm not sure. By the time I reach him, the salacious look on his face is obvious.

"I'm glad you could make it," standing up, he places his hand on my lower back and kisses me on the cheek. I try to move away but his hand stays put.

"Sure," I say in a hushed tone.

I feel my heart beat speeding of a kiss?

"Ana, how do you like your coffee?" he stares at my lips, licking his while I sit down next to him.

"Um… C-coffee?"

He comes closer, leaning and whispering in my ear, "What exactly do you want to have?"

All of a sudden, I feel the hair prickle on my body. "Christian," I can barely breathe, "Cappucino, please."

"Cappucino it is," he places his hand on my bare knee, under the table, and squeezes it. "I'll get it right now."

I take a deep breath. I'm shaking. I observe him walking to the counter to order my coffee and coming back with it. I better have come to my senses.

"Here you are. It's hot, be careful," he passes me the drink.

"Thank you. You're not having one?"

"Not this time," he smirks and watches me while I take a few sips from the cup. He swallows as I do, and licks his lips after each gulp.

"Ana, how would you feel if I invite you for a ride in my car just now?"

"Um... I just met you. I don't know you at all."

"You know my name. I study and live at the UCLA, Delta Terrace Building B6, room 104A."

"Um… That's too much information."

"Why? I would like you to come in my room at some point in the future."

Is he serious? "Are you always this forward?"

His intense grey eyes are steady, controlling in a way.

"Only when I know what I want."

"Um, well it's not that simple."

"Why not? It's only a car ride."

Would I be crazy to go with him? I probably would. But I never do spontaneous things. My life is pre-planned. And, he does give off signs of something else.

"What if I don't need a ride?"

"What if you do?" He places his hand on my chin, lifting it, making me look at him. "Who makes that decision?"

At the first definite sign I stop breathing.

"Okay. Sure."

"Drink your coffee," he orders.

We walk outside of the café, and towards the parking lot, where all the cars are parked. With his hand firmly on the small of my back he guides me towards a red Porsche and opens the door for me. For a moment, I hesitate. Where has my reason gone?

"Let me just text my friend," I say, trying not to sound like I'm panicking and start typing words in my cell.

"You're safe with me, Ana. I promise you."

He gets inside his car, and orders me again, louder.

"Come on, get in,"

I obey.

He buckles his seatbelt, and then he does mine. Without any delay he ignites the red Porsche, honouring me and the crowd around us with the sound of its delicate purrs. We drive off the campus in silence.

I wait on him to say something, anything. He glances at me as much as the driving allows, and finally he speaks.

"Ana," his voice sends a forewarning down my spine, the tone promptly reminding me of the reason why I chose to join him.

My needs are strange. Those have never been sated. Does one ever tell another about them? No. One reads the signs.

I do nothing but sit still. My heart beats like I've been running for the past hour and my breathing is noticeably catching pace.

"Ana," his voice again, reverberates through me.

I look at him and scrutinize his every move. I want to be right. I need to be right.

His arms extend straight to the steering wheel, his legs, slightly spread and playing with the clutch, the gas and the brake pedal. His face is fixed on the road. Occasionally he throws a glance in my direction looking at my legs while raking his fingers through his wild hair and wetting his lips, undressing me with his eyes. In fact, in his eyes, I am already naked…saying that, I might as well be. I'm hot and my body is yearning for something. Something I've never had, but need as I need the air. His composed appearance makes me wonder if he knows what's going on in my head.

"How are you doing, Ana," his domineering, deep voice sends tremors all over my body.

I bite my lip. Quietly enduring the flutter in my stomach, I recline in the seat and tilt my head back, my movements in slow motion, creating havoc inside my body.

"Good," I whisper.