Hi! Thanks to everyone for reading and reviewing! I've been working on a continuation of the story.

There were several very good remarks in the reviews and I don't want to give anything away in advance. Just know that there will be answers to your questions.

As you know this was supposed to be an OS, so to make it work I already had to edit some minor changes in the first two chapters e.g. Ana's name. It's just details that won't alter he plot but details make a story interesting right?

At last I wanted to say that this story definitely isn't canon! Both are ooc, somehow close to the books but not identical. Hope you're not disappointed.

What the hell am I doing.

At this point I have paid for the same Escort twice and both times the encounter was far from what the experience should have been. Well almost. The first time there had been sex at least. Even though getting there had been somehow a bumpy road.

Anastasia Stal.

I wonder if that was her real name or her agency pseudonym at this point. I never even came so far to ask her. Probably was against those damn policies too. But both of us had broken so many rules over the last weekend. It doesn't matter anymore at his point.

Well me mostly. I have broken all the rules.

No submissive. Vanilla sex. Letting my guard down. Asking her all those personal questions. Chasing after her. Taking her back to my place. Cancelling all my meetings for the day on short notice. Finding out Ana's address when I drove her home.

What has gotten into me? I have no idea.

The only thing I do know is that I want her. I have no freaking idea in what kind of arrangement we are. This never was a real Escort thing. Not after we had broken that fourth wall on our first encounter. It wasn't a relationship. Hell, even I without any further experiences know this isn't a relationship in the classical sense. What were we doing? For the first time in my life since I met Elena, I don't know where I am heading.

The only thing I know is that we have an attraction to each other that pulls us together like magnets.

"It's right here." She says and points to a red bricked building with a shabby supermarket on the first floor. The neighborhood is shit. For a second I wonder how Ana got to and from her apartment safely at night.

I park a little further down. Weird. I haven't driven or parked in Seattle in a long time, now that I think of it. Thanks to Taylor. Earlier I wanted to call him to drive us but Ana was very peculiar about it. The less people knew about us the better, she said.

"Thank you. For… rescuing me and driving me and all." She says with her hand on the door handle. She's wearing one of my white dress shirts which she had put in a knot, showing a slither of her midriff. My sweatpants corded up tightly so they won't fall off her hips. I smirk at her. Does she really think I'd just let her go. Now?

"Where are you going?" I ask. She eyes me with furrowed brows.

"I'm going to change and after that I need to figure out somewhere I could find a doctor to have a look at my foot."

"Yeah, right. I'll accompany you." No discussion.

"No, you don't." she says rolling her eyes and opening the door to climb out of the car.

Why is she so stubborn? It's not like she hung on my shoulder the whole way from my penthouse to the car because she was unable to walk properly. Why is she trying to get away from me?

This woman is a riddle to me. One minute we're kissing and she's all over me and the next she acts like she doesn't want to see me again. To make it worse I never have accepted being pushed around by anyone. Ever. Ana somehow I'm giving all the freedom to do as she pleases with me.

Anger starts to rise in me.

When I jump out the driver seat and reach her she's half jumping to her apartment building.

"Why are you acting like a child?" I call her out. She turns around to give me a deadly look and proceeds to jump up two sets of stairs one step at a time on her good foot.

When she's keying up the door I come to stand at an arms distance.

"Ana. You need help. I can help. Why make it so complicated?" I ask and reach out to put a hand on her shoulder. She turns around to look at me, I can't read her expression. Is it fright? Or shame?

"Fine." She says and opens the door. And I can tell why she was hesitant to let me in.

That hallway is nasty. I grab her around the waist and she leans back on my shoulder to start our walk to the staircase.

"Elevator?" I ask.

"Never worked." She says. Of course it didn't.

I have a look at the wooden staircase which definitely has seen better days. I wonder if it was sound enough to carry both of our weights.

"Which floor?" I ask when we start to climb one step at a time.

"Third." She mumbles and I have the urge to grab her and shake some sense into her. She really thought she could climb three floors on her own with that foot of hers? Doesn't she have a single self preserving bone in her body?

"Right. We'll be here till tomorrow." I say and pick her up and carry her in my arms. Ana just stares at me and it makes me suddenly very uncomfortable.

When we reach her door, putting her down, she opens up what must be the smallest apartment I have ever seen in my whole life. Just a tad bigger than my dorm room at Harvard. Tiny bathroom, student kitchen with living space. At the far back is a door which must lead to her bedroom.

I stay close to the entrance while Ana goes inside. The contrast between her very neat and tidy stuff to the chipping wall color and rusty pipe installation doesn't go unnoticed. I peek into her bathroom with it's black and white checkered floor. Shit, was that mold?!

Ana, you said you needed money. You never said you come from the poor.

I step further inside and sit on her small couch, waiting. Her desk is facing the window, staples of manuscripts are partially blocking the view. What view. It's the neighbor's windowless wall.

A weird feeling of anger and fear is starting to build in my gut. For a second I feel like I've been here before.. But the perspective I have in my mind is crouched down from below a table. Frightened that a certain pimp might find me…

When Ana comes back from her room she is dressed in her own clothes. Casual but feminine.

"You're alright?" she asks and shakes me out of my thoughts.

Clearing my throat, I nod.

She heads for the bathroom leaving the door open.

"I'll wash your clothes and somehow give them back to you." She calls from there.

I don't answer at first. "Just keep them." I have more than enough.

"I don't want your pity." She says out of sudden without looking at me. Clearly not speaking about my clothes anymore.

"I'm not… pitying you." I say as if it's a dirty word.

She leans out the bathroom door with a toothbrush in hand. "Yes, you are. And I don't care." She says and puts it into her mouth.

If you don't care, why talk about it then?

"I think you deserve better. That's a different thing." I say after a moment. I stand up to walk close to the bathroom door. Our eyes meet in the mirror she's facing.

"Whatever." She says to lean down and wash her face.

I notice her beautiful ass, weirdly for the first time today I feel that instant attraction. How I went so long being so oblivious?

"This is temporary." She says as if to defend herself.

Ana, let it go. I'm not counting your self worth from the state of your apartment. If it was up to me you'd be sleeping high above Seattle in my bed…

Woah. What the hell. Where did that come from.

I just nod to her words. Too occupied with my own disturbing thoughts.

"I've got everything I need. I'll make a phone call and find someone for primary care."

I nod again. Being too silent isn't my usual style.

Another first for me. Sitting in a doctor's waiting room… waiting for Ana. I can't remember being in a similar situation ever. Even when that suspension accident happened a few years ago .. Taylor gave me an hourly update. Of course I covered all medical expenses but there really was no point in attending in person at that time.

When Ana comes back she's in crutches.

"Just as long as I'm unable to walk on my foot." She explains.

Ana, I'm not stupid. Why would you need crutches if you could walk on your foot.

When we are back in my car there's an awkward silence between the two of us. Almost 3 p.m.

"Are you hungry?" I ask and hope she won't be sassy again and just answer.

"A little."

"I know a place." I say and start the engine. She doesn't answer but then I hadn't asked her a question. Out of the corner of my eye I see her pursed lips.

"What is it now?" I'm exasperated at this point. Am I really pushing myself on this woman? For a moment I thought we were enjoying each others company.. Since when had my judgement done me so wrong?

"What if someone sees us?"

At least it's not my presence she's worried about. My perception wasn't too wrong then. Besides the obvious fact that she didn't want anyone to know she is an Escort I wonder why she was afraid of her agency. She mentioned something earlier which I didn't understand at that point.

"Yeah.. I didn't think about that. We can eat at my place."

I push the speaker to dial Taylor.

"Hello, Mr. Grey."

"Taylor. Order me two servings from the Le Picotin restaurant. Steak medium rare. Parmesan roasted potatoes. Green vegetables. Hollandaise sauce. Deliver as soon as possible."

"Yes. Mr. Grey." I hang up.

From the corner of my eye I see Ana with crossed arms, clearly unnerved.

"What now?" I bark. I definitely have reached my tolerance level for pettiness for the week. Hell, the whole year!

"What if I'm a vegan?"

I burst out laughing.

"A vegan that has one and a half bowls of cereal and cow's milk in the morning? " Yeah, I keep track. Something I cannot stop doing.

"You're a control freak!" she says with a shocked and amused look.

"You have no idea…" No. She didn't.

"Next time you'd better ask me what I'd like to eat!" she says.

"Next time?" I raise an eyebrow at that. We have stopped behind a red light.

She blushes crimson and looks out the passenger window.

Ha! My judgment is still on point. She wants me. In her ever so confusing way.

"I'm looking forward to that." I say to put her out of her misery and frankly because I am indeed looking forward to be with her. Maybe I am an asshole all the time. But I'm an honest asshole at least. No need for unnecessary secrets. I already had enough of those.

Yes Ana, I'm attracted to you and I enjoy your company.

We remain silent for the rest of our drive and even in the ride up to my penthouse. It isn't an uncomfortable silence. Just mutual contentment.

Shortly after we arrive, Taylor delivers our lunch and we enjoy each other's company over some good food and wine.

"I have some work to do, make yourself at home." I say. She nods and begins her slow walk in crutches out of the dining area towards the living space.

When I come back she's on the phone.

"I gotta go Kate. Yes, talk to you soon. Bye."

Kavanagh. At this point I should probably thank her for being the reason I met Ana. Agreeing to marry my brother and pissing me off beyond sense. Unorthodox way.. but still.

"I think we might be in trouble.. " Ana says when I sit down next to her at the breakfast bar. Why did we always end up here?

"Why?"

"Jose told her you punched him in the face and saw you drag me in an unconscious state away from the party."

Shit. That explains the five missed calls from Elliott.

"I told her.. I was just dizzy and not unconscious and you only got me a cab. I went home afterwards and that was the end of it. "

I feel relief wash through me, at least one problem solved. For a moment I ask myself what if others knew we see each other? Surprisingly I don't have the urge to hide my connection to Ana. For her it's a completely different story. Ana seems to be a good liar.. I hope she never lied to me at this point. But maybe she did and all of this is just a quick way for her to earn some money and get back to her life? That thought bothers me.

"Did that guy even mention why I punched him…?"

"No. I don't think so. I guess we were both very drunk and he was there with his girlfriend.. " she says.

"And that makes it even better.." I snort. Asshole.

"He's my friend after all…he overstepped a line, he won't do that again. There was no need to punch him though. " she replies. How can she be so blind towards him.

"Great friends with even greater manners… and now you're defending him?! " I'm starting to get really angry with her. That guy was all over her, I'm sure there was no boundary to stop for him.

"At least he won't push himself on me, paying for my services to get laid at the end of it."

What?!

I push back my chair in anger, it topples over and crashes to the ground. The noise makes her jump.

"That's a low blow Anastasia…" I don't want to shout, so my voice is low and deadly.

How dare she judge me like that? After all that I've done to help her. She puts her hands flat on her face, hiding from my anger.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, Christian."

I turn my back to her, overlooking the skyline.

"I'm just… so confused. All of this. It's just too much." She says and I wonder if she's crying again.

I can't look at her. Yeah I'm fucking confused too. What are we even doing.

I can't do this with you. Her words were on my mind since she ran from me.

"What are you confused about?" I ask without turning around.

"It's the first time I'm doing this. I know you're very experienced with this kind of stuff, women just coming and going on a daily basis…but for me this is so overwhelming… I'm not sure I can have sex without having an emotional connection… " I try to ignore her last remark. Something else needed to be set straight here.

"You're wrong." I interrupt her and turn around. If we are going to bare it all, at least do it properly.

"Wrong about what?" she says and her eyes are big and innocent looking. Thankfully no tears.

"I've never done this before either." I let that sink in.

"Book an Escort. And having sex in my bed. Sleep with someone. Offer my time and money without wanting anything in return. Chase after a girl. Take her to the doctors. All of these… first times for me, too." Wow, the list goes on and on. Speaking it out loud just makes me realize what a tumultuous weekend I just had.

Wouldn't want to change it for the world, oddly.

"Are you serious?" she asks with even bigger eyes.

"I don't like it when you doubt me. I've said that before." I take a deep breath. Feeling my temper cool down a little I walk back to where she was sitting and pick up my chair.

"So... But you've had relationships before.. Right? "

"No. I don't do relationships." A small crease forms in between her eyebrows.

"I don't understand…"

I sigh.

"Come. I want to show you something." I hold out my hand for her, and she takes it without hesitation.

At this point in our weird and confusing relationship I have made a decision. I'm going to present who I am and what I do and we will decide from there how to progress.

This whole Escort arrangement just isn't going to work and I can't be someone I'm not. I have almost messed up the first time we met by pushing her into a submissive relationship without even asking for her consent. That isn't me and if we have even a slightest chance at a future I need to show my all.

When she enters my Playroom she is suspiciously silent. She left her crutches at the door.

"So you're into Bondage and that stuff." She says out loud. She touches one of the canes, feeling its rough texture.

"Are you the dominant or the submissive in these kind of interactions…?" she asks after passing several displays of whips and chains and letting her hand glide over the back of the Chesterfield couch. I'm slightly impressed that she seems to know the scene. "No, don't say it. I already know the answer to that." She says and turns around to look at me.

Why is my throat so dry out of sudden?

"Is this all you have to say?" Why am I so nervous? Oh yeah right, maybe because I desperately want her to do all of these things with me. But I'm not sure if she is even in the slightest interested. As far as I know she could find another rich guy who didn't even know BDSM existed and would be satisfied with one or two rounds of her in his bed. Definitely less effort for her for the same payment.

Ugh, that thought makes me nauseous.

"I've done some research before signing my contract with EE. I haven't done most of these things." She gestures to the wall displays. "But I know what they're about."

Is it the rooms wall color or is she indeed flushed?

I take a step closer to her.

"This is what I like to do. And I'd really would like to do it with you." No pressure, Grey. No fucking pressure.

"I don't get it." She says and sits down on the edge of the bed.

Wow, my heart is beating pretty fast, concerning the fact I'm just standing and not moving an inch.

"You're obscenely rich, handsome and well mannered. There's probably a scene for you to find a suitable… partner… to do this with. Where do I fit in?"

"I want to do this with you. And nobody else. "I repeat and I know that is not an answer in any way. I'm still figuring out myself why we got here…

"But why me, Christian? Am I some kind of game of chase or something? Tossing me aside the moment you get sick of me? " I can't overhear her voice crack at the end…

So this is what all of her push and pulling is about?

"No, not at all. Ana, I actually didn't plan any of this. Listen, let's get out of here. I cannot concentrate while you're in here .."

This was probably the most inconvenient time for an erection and still I had one.

We leave the Playroom behind and I am more confused than before. Somehow showing her my real intentions didn't bring the hoped clarity.

We sit down in my study. Me behind my desk and her on a leather seat. Better than that freaking breakfast bar and frankly because it feels more like neutral ground.

"Do you want to go?" I ask out of nowhere. Now that she's seen almost all of me I needed to make sure.

"You already know the answer to that." She says, fumbling with her sleeve. I stand up and take a seat next to her, taking her nervous hands in mine.

"Listen. Like I said, none of this was my intention to happen. But it did…and I'm glad it did. We just need to figure..it out." Oh boy, Flynn is going to have a field day with me.

She doesn't look up from her hands which lay in perfect harmony in mine.

"I like you." She says in small voice, looking up and searching my face for an answer to her unspoken question.

"You don't know me.. " Nobody really likes me.

"Alright. I like what I've seen so far.. " she tries again and we hold our gaze this time.

"What's not to like?" I joke and look around my multi million dollar apartment.

"That's not what I meant. In fact, I liked you despite your money." Already past tense? That was quick.

"I like you, too." I say. Actually more than I have ever liked a woman…

What are we.. Seven? Sitting in the school yard drawing hearts and flowers on the pavement?

"You're right… we don't know each other. Why don't we change that?" she suggests.

"Like a date?" I blurt.

"You know what. At this point just toss the labels. Date. Arrangements. Escort. Boyfriend. Girlfriend. Fuckbuddies. Who cares. Let's just… be."

Fuckbuddies? So she definitely is still thinking about having sex with me. Great!

"You know if this is still about that 25k, you don't have to go to these extents… " I know this is insecure Christian and I hated that fucker. But I am stepping into unknown territory and… I feel that this could end badly if that was the case.

"Oh my God! Its not about the money Christian! What in God's name do I have to do for you to understand?!" she let's go of my hands and looks away.

I ignore her anger. This is important to me. Sitting on the leather chair beside her I lean close.

"Accept my offer." I say.

"What offer?"

"Take those 25k. At least then I'll know this isn't some scheme of yours… " She could stop being an Escort and just be mine…

She rolls her eyes at me and turns around. For a moment neither of us speak.

"Only if you're honest with me." She says.

"I was always honest."

"All those firsts?" she asks. She really doesn't believe me?

"All of them true. To me… you're one of a kind."

She gets a little giddy and can't contain her smile. I grin back at her like the idiot that I am.

"Okay. I accept."

Thank fuck. Finally just you and me and all of those insecurities out of the way.

I lean towards her, our faces only inches away, asking for her permission without saying a word. After all that happened, I could have misread some of her hints. She looks up at me, then at my lips. Slowly putting her hands on my upper arms, she smiles mischievously.

And then we kiss. Oddly, it feels like it's the very first time and it makes my heart jump and my mind spin.

One problem out of the way. Now I just have to find a way to make her my submissive. Then we can really start to play.

The kiss gets more and more heated. At least we can go back to what we both know best. I pick her up and carry her to my bed.

First time fucking a woman who needs crutches. I laugh to that.

"At least you're sexy as fuck." I say out loud.

"What?" she says staring at me like I've gone crazy.

Maybe I have. Who knows.