I somehow managed to get out of his office in one piece, fully clothed. Having him so close, his breath on my neck. His words… I find you unbelievably appealing and yes I want to take you to bed. In fact I will take you to bed, but that is not all I am looking for, I have many many things planned for you. Floating around in my head.
How I got back to my desk I will never know. It was all a blur really, I stumbled passed the seething secretary, down the hallway to the elevator in a daze. A Christian Grey induced daze. Somehow I agreed to still meet him for dinner and I couldn't believe it as the word YES fell out of my mouth. He had this strange Jedi mind control thing happening. I was seriously out of my depth with him. I mean he basically just said he wanted to fuck me, oh and that he had plans for me. I mean who says that, it's one thing to think it. But to say it out loud, a normal person does not do that. But Christian Grey was anything but normal.
The long day ended and I was weighing my options, unable to focus on real work. Grateful for these silly envelopes I had to stuff, giving off the appearance of being busy. Maybe I should just not go. I mean, it is a bad idea to date my bosses bosses bosses boss. A very bad idea indeed. How did I get myself mixed up in something like this again. Did I learn anything from Jack Hyde! But Christian wasn't Jack, not even in the slightest. I was attracted to Christian, I wanted him to touch me, wanted him to kiss me. But just because I wanted it, didn't make it right. No, my mind was made up. I would not meet her for dinner, tonight or any other night. It would be rude to just stand him up, not a rude as he had been lying to my face but rude none the less. Maybe I should just send him an email. Yes! Good thinking Steele an email!
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Dinner
Date: March 6 2013 05:22
To: Christian Grey
Mr. Grey,
I have given it some thought and I think it is best that we do not see each other outside of the office.
Thank you for your consideration in the matter.
Best
Ana Steele
Administrative Assistant to Carla Monroe
Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Dinner PLANS
Date: March 6 2013 05:23
To: Anastasia Steele
Ana,
Unacceptable, I will collect you at your desk in five minutes.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
He will collect me, like I am some nick knack. This man was infuriating. Who did he think he was to just order me about. There was no way I was going anywhere with him. So what that I just checked my lipstick and fixed my hair, making sure the twist Kate had managed was staying in place. That didn't mean anything. Sure I had my pocket book and jacket ready, I was leaving for the day regardless if he came to collect me or not. There was no way in hell that I was going anywhere with...
"Miss Steele are you ready to go?" He walked like a cat, I didn't hear him come up behind me and the sound of his voice caused me to jump in my seat. I could feel the office go silent and I knew all eyes were on him.
"Uh, well..." I could feel all my girl power and feminism seep out of me on to the floor.
"Ana...Come..." His voice softened, and he brushed his hand across my back, why did I tell him I couldn't think when he was touching me. I stood slowly, and he helped me with my coat. We walked to the elevator with his hand on the small of my back and the whispers of the marketing department behind us.
The door closed behind and we were left to the quiet, albeit short lived solitude the elevator had to offer. I stood there, eyes straight ahead not having the strength of mind to look at him. I knew that once my eyes locked with his I would once again be in trouble.
"Did you have a good day Ana?" There was a playful tone in his voice, he knew that I was nervous and he was enjoying it.
"Yeah, I mean I did thank you. How was your day Mr. Grey." I did my best to keep my voice flat and neutral, rifling through my bag looking for the keys to my beloved Beetle.
"Stop with all this Mr. Grey nonsense. My name is Christian."
"Yes I am aware, but you see I call you Chris, which is not your name so... Mr. Grey will have to do."
"No matter, you will say my name tonight one way or the other." My head shot around just in time to catch the smug look on his face. The doors opened at the same time my mouth did, I was in shock. "Shall we Miss Steele." He stood sideways, extending his hand outward to the lobby.
"You really have no idea who you are dealing with...None." I breezed past him, not caring to see his reaction. His hand was quickly at the small of my back, leading me outside to the cold Seattle winter.
"I will take my car and follow you." I pointed over to my girl and shock and horror spread across his face.
"That is what you drive? In this weather… That is a death trap Ana. You need a new car."
"It is what I can afford, as in its paid off and I love her." He frowned, I could tell he wanted to say more but didn't.
"Well you are not driving that tonight, you will come with me and we will worry about that later. I have my limo and drive waiting."
"Uh… well…"
"Ana, I insist. Come."
His limo and driver were waiting for us, a few yards away. I walked with Christian by my side looking back at my poor Beetle, every so often. I slid into the back seat of the warm car, it was freezing tonight. My fingers and cheeks were numb. The last time I had been in a limo was for my grandfathers funeral. I hated limos for that reason alone. I slid over to the furthest point I could, crushing my body against the door. Christian slid in behind me, shaking his head when he saw how far away I had chosen to sit. We waited in silence until his driver was behind the wheel and Christian finally spoke.
"Taylor, we are going to Escala."
"Yes Sir." He pulled out on to the road and we were on our way. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach rising up into my throat.
"Is Escala a restaurant?" The idea of eating in a fancy place, gave me pause. I would stick out like a sore thumb once again. Not knowing which fork to use or whatever.
"No Ana, Escala is my apartment." I crossed my arms against my chest, the butterflies being replace with fury. My girl power making a much needed comeback.
"There is no way I am going to your apartment... alone. You really do have some nerve." I couldn't control the anger in my voice. It was like the night Jack invited me back to his hotel room for a drink and to discuss options for the next day's meeting.
"I assure you Ana. You will be perfectly safe. Taylor will be there and..."
"Yeah because being alone in apartment with two men, one of which is on your payroll, carrying a gun no less makes me feel much better."
"Fair point well made Ana... wait...How did you know Taylor was carrying a gun?" I locked eyes with Taylor in the rearview, he too was interested in how I knew.
"The bulge in his jacket, from the looks I would say a .45 right Taylor?"
"Yes, Miss Steele." I smiled in satisfaction. "My father is ex army, we have been going to the shooting range since I was a kid."
"I see." I could tell from the tone of his response that he didn't like guns, this came as a shock to me. Men like Christian usually had rooms dedicated to guns and gun collecting.
"I told you that you had no idea who you were dealing with." I answered smugly. "Now like I said, I am not going to your apartment..." He rested his hand over mine, and my stomach dropped as my mind turned to jelly.
"Ana, my housekeeper Gail will also be there. She has prepared us a meal... Everyone in the company by now knows that I left with you. I understand your trepidation considering your experience at SIP, but you are perfectly safe."
"Said the spider to the fly." I could see Taylor chuckle and in that moment I knew that he would keep me safe, regardless of his employer. "Fine..."
"Good."
"But no funny business Grey."
I could go on for days about his apartment, the size, the furniture, the artwork. It was just like his office an awe inspiring space. But there was also a coldness, a emptiness to it that could not be ignored, despite all the wealth that filled it. Like a lonely rich prince living in a tower. He gave me a quick tour, pointing out little things about a piece of artwork or how he bought certain pieces at auction. He held my hand tightly walking me though the space and I could sense his nervousness. It made me feel better, that I was not the only one feeling this way.
I met his housekeeper, Gail. So he was telling the truth about her at least. She was sweet and younger then I expected. She lead us to his dining room and said dinner would be ready in a few moments and the she hoped I liked steak. I nodded yes and I could see she was relieved.
"You have a very lovely home."
"But you don't like it?" My mouth dropped open and my hands started to sweat.
"It's not that I don't like it but it's a lot to take in. SO much space, so many things. I grew up in small apartments, everything second hand. Places like this, well they just seem so cols and impersonal. Like a beautiful museum, look but don't touch."
"You can touch almost anything you wish Ana. But you are right, this place is very much like a museum. Some rooms are warmer then others though." There was a flash in his eyes, as he looked down at me. Luckily Gail appeared with our meal and I had a reprieve from his attentions.
We sat in his large dining room, as I tried to eat the steak and potatoes that was in front of me. He asked me about school, about my love of publishing and classic books. He told me about his family, his business, his charity work. We made light and easy conversation and I remembered why I was so dazzled by him in the first place. Because regardless of what name he was using this man glowed…
"Ana, before this goes any further. I have something to ask of you." Here we go… I raised my eyebrows, as a warning.
"It's not what you think." He stood and took a small stack of papers off the modern black brake front, laying them down in front of me.
"Uh, what is this?" I thumbed thru the pages of this legal document, confused.
"It's an NDR." He sat back in his chair and must have read the question in my face. I had no clue what a NDR was. "It's a standard Non-Disclosure Agreement."
"Oh well if its just a standard one…"
"I know it may seem strange, it is strange; but a man in my position much take all precautionary measures. If you choose to see me again, you will be privy to things about me, about my family and about my business. I can't have details about my personal or professional life leaking out to the press or competitors." What he was saying made perfect sense. I could see how a certain kind of woman would be drawn to him. The kind looking for a payout of some sort. Looking to trap him, extort him.
"So if I don't sign this then…"
"This will be our first and only date." there was a sadness to his voice as he said it. I exhaled loudly, weight that idea in my head as I thumbed through the pages again.
"Do you have a pen Mr. Grey?" He smiled the smallest of smiles and pulled a pen out of his suit jacket. It was heavy for its size, as I signed my name on the dotted line. I slid it back to him and his hand reached out, covering mine. His warmth spreading through me. Again I could feel myself attaching to him, I pulled my hand away. I was breathless and was sure my heart was about to explode in my chest.
"Well, uh. Thank you for dinner but I think its time that I got home." I stood quickly, pushing the chair back abruptly. His eyes widened with surprise, at my abruptness.
"Ana, its not even nine. Come to the study and I will pour you a brandy. Come."
I followed him through the labyrinth that was his apartment to his study, it was really a library. Floor to ceiling bookshelves, leather bound volumes in oxblood, black and brown, with gold and silver lettering. The room had a musty, leathery, smoky scent. I relaxed the moment I walked through the door, he was right some rooms were warmer then others. He gestured for me to sit on one of the over scaled brown tufted leather sofas. I sank in so far that my feet didn't touch the ground.
"So tell me…you don't like working at Grey do you?" He sat next to me, so that his leg was touching mine and handed me a glass half full of syrupy amber colored liquor. I took a sip, it burned my mouth and throat as it made its descent into my belly warming me from the inside. His question put me on edge, but the liquor dulled it.
"Well, its not that I don't like it, I mean its just I always wanted to work in publishing. Since I was a kid I have loved books, the art of books. I chose SIP, I had been offered other positions… And then Jack blacklisted me and I could even get an interview anywhere."
"I see, so if you could you would be working for SIP again?"
"Yeah, I mean not that company. I could never work for him again but a small house, one that chose quality over quantity. A place where I could learn and grow and discover."
"That would make you happy?"
"Yes, I think it would. I am hoping some time will pass and I can start applying again. I am hoping Jack has a short reach and that people have even shorter memories."
He was quietly staring at me, I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks, as I bit my lower lip.
"You are so innocent Ana, I find it fascinating."
"Fascinating…Well I aim to please."
"Enough of this." Before I could respond, his arms were around my waist pulling me towards him. I rear gilding on the smooth leather sofa. His mouth was on mine, my lips parted. His tongue teasing mine, and then taking it over. The taste of the brandy on his mouth, the forceful caress of his lips. I felt a want for him deep in my core, pulsing and tightening. I ran my fingers through his copper hair, grabbing it at the nape. A growl escaping from the back of his throat. Christian grabbed my wrists, forcing them down to my sides and slid my red sweater off my shoulders, running his hands and then his lips along my bare skin of my shoulders.
He gently laid me back on the sofa, and positioned himself with my legs around his waist, my dress scrunched up around my thights. My arms above my head, his left hand holding them there, his mouth on mine once again. I could feel his weigh upon me, pressing me into the cushions, his growing erection pushing into my core.
"I am breaking all my rules right now Ana…"
"There are rules?" My head was swirling, I couldn't really absorb anything he was saying.
"Not yet but there will be." He kissed my chin and then the tender hollow of my throat. His head dipped lower as he bit at my nipples thought the fabric of Kate's dress and I let out a noise that didn't even sound like myself. I was so lost, I mess of pleasure and emotion that when he finally released my hands, and slid his under my dress it was to late to stop him. My panties were off, as were my shoes. He threw them somewhere. He placed one of my legs on the back of the sofa and the other on his shoulder, he slowly ran his nose along my crease, his fingers parting me and then his tongue found me.
I inhaled sharply, overwhelmed as it hit me again over and over and then he started to suck and I couldn't help but scream out, knotting my fingers in his hair once again. And then it stopped, all feeling, all sensation came to a halt. I looked down and his eyes were fixed on me.
"Say it baby." He kissed each side of my sex softly, teasing me. "Say it…"
"Don't stop."
"Don't stop what?" He ran his tongue against me once, sending a wave of pleasure through my entire body
"Don't stop please…" And then a small jolt of pain and he gently nipped at me with his teeth. I knew what he wanted to hear, he was making good on his promise.
"Christian…Don't stop Christian." I finally gave in not able to take another second of delay. He growled in satisfaction and then he mouth was on me again with a new found purpose. I could feel it building, growing in my body. I new feeling, something I was not able to accomplish alone. Every muscle in my body tightened, clenched as I came loudly, calling out his name over and over again. My orgasm pulsing though me like the beat of a drum. Before I had time to relax, and absorb what had just happened. I felt his finger, slide down pushing into me, I yelped out in pain.
"Christian wait…"
He sat up immediately, a look of shock and awe on his perfect face.
"Ana, are you a virgin?" I covered my face with both hands, feeling ashamed. Not that I had anything to be ashamed of. My inner goddess always had my back.
"I told you that you had no idea what you were dealing with…"
