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Alexandra

Christian Grey

The day goes by in a blur. I'm not really registering what is happening around me. My mind is occupied only by visions of the delectable Ana and what I want to do to her tonight.

Yesterday she played me in such an amazing way that I think she hides something. Something innocent and sweet and wicked. And delicious. Fuck! My cock strains in my jeans each time I think of her.

Nothing happened after I dropped her off last night. And I deliberately did nothing. She seemed like she craved me insanely during the car ride, and if I'm right, she'd crave me more today. Although that didn't stop me from jerking myself off three times this morning.

"Do you have any plans this evening, Ana?"

She looks at me dumbfounded, I'm standing outside her dorm room and I'm sure she's asking herself how do I know where she lives.

"Um, Hi. I don't believe so."

"Would you like to join me for dinner?"

"Sure," I hadn't realized before how much I love making her blush. "Where're we going?"

"A small place I know outside of the campus."

Well, that went better than I could have imagined. Yesterday I wished for her soft lips to have wrapped around my cock, in the car. Fuck! That would have been fucking awesome! My plan today is for little "shy" Ana to learn to devour my dick like a true artist of her craft. Fucking hell, she turns me on like no one else.

Is it pheromones? Whatever it is, I'm kind of glad she doesn't realize the effect she has on me. My whole body is craving her. I want to just bury myself deep inside of her and forget the world exists.

I realize we've stopped walking. She's standing by the car waiting for me to open the door. I love how her cheeks get pink as she realizes that I was just checking her out. I open the door for her, and she slides into her seat, her eyes glued to just below my waistline. Or is it me going mad? I close the door and go around to take my seat next to her.

Just like yesterday, she's sitting quietly in her seat, holding her knees tightly pressed, her hands folded on top of them. Is she turned on just as much as I am?

I reach across her and she inhales sharply, sinking back in the leather seat, her sweet breath falling on my cheek as I pull her safety belt to strap her in. Leaning in close to her ear I whisper, "Easy there, Ana."

The drive is short, and I don't have time to play my game. I really want to see if my gut feeling is right.

My hand is resting lightly at the small of her back, guiding her inside the restaurant. The way her hips move, I just want to rip that dress off of her and leave her there, begging. I bet she will. Or better yet, she'll love it.

The hostess takes us to a cosy candlelit table. From our seats, we have a great view of the raised podium where the cabaret dancers perform.

We sit down and Ana's attention is immediately drawn to the elaborate dance, while I have my gaze trained mostly on her. After a few minutes I look around, searching for our waiter and I'm shocked to see who's approaching our table. It's Miss Newman, and she's staring at Ana with a murderous look on her face.

Is she following me?

I lift my hand in time to deflect the wine bottle thrown by her, just in time to stop it from knocking me out cold. The bottle smashes on the ground and the sound of breaking glass attracts the attention of every single person sitting at the nearby tables.

"What the fuck? Have you lost your mind?" I seethe though my teeth.

"Christian Grey! I'm sorry, it just slipped my hand. Good catch!" She smiles wickedly. "Professor Henderson needs to see you in his office tomorrow, two o'clock. Don't be late."

"Tell him I won't be coming!" I grab Miss Newman's arm but she twists her body, slipping out of my grasp.

"Tell him yourself," she says and disappears in the crowd.

I sit down all riled up and try to ease off my ragged breathing. She nearly killed me.

"Who was that?" Ana's sweet voice calms me down instantly.

"Professor Henderson's assistant."

"Did she get all the way here to tell you that he needs you? How did she know you were going to be here, anyway?"

"I have no idea."

"Huh. Have you had something with her before?"

"Yeah. Not any more."

The energy we both felt before now it's gone. On our way back we drive in silence and when the car stops, we just sit quietly looking into the darkness of the night. The night turned out unlike I hoped for. Finally, I turn to her and, reaching with my hand out, I stroke her cheek.

"Will I see you again? Please say yes."

"It looks like you have some things to clear up with your...um…"

"Nobody. She's nobody."

"Um, maybe we should take things slow."

"Is that what you really want?"

"I…"

"We can take it slow if you want. Just give me your word that you won't run," I search her eyes for any signs of rejection, but there appears to be none.

"I promise," she places her hand on top of mine and holds it against her cheek for a while longer, enjoying the serene moment, and then bringing it to her lips she kisses my knuckles and lets it drop at my side. Turning towards the door she starts to get out but then stops and closing the door again, she turns back to me.

"Do you think Professor Henderson really needs you tomorrow?"

"I'm not sure."

"So you're going to see him? Her?"

"I have to make sure she knows where her place is." I lean closer and feel faint from her scent as I whisper in her ear, "Stop thinking about her. let me take you to your room now."

"I think that would be the opposite of going slow. Perhaps next time. Good night, Christian," she whispers, and then in a second she unbuckles her seatbelt and leaves the car, hurrying into the building. Her absence is ripping my insides like a sudden vacuum.

"Good night, Ana," I mutter to the empty seat.