"Jesus Christ Ana." he jumped off the sofa in a fury, leaving me there exposed. I awkwardly pulled down my dress, trying to not only regain my composure but a shred of dignity. He stood over me, a shocked fury in his eyes.

"You should have told me…" He ran his hand though his hair, and rubbed at his temples.

"When?! Before or after you lied to me about your identity." I stood abruptly, grateful that I was barefoot and able to literally stand my ground. I could feel this anger bubbling up inside of me.

"That is not even relevant to this conversation."

"Oh I think it is. Any information regarding my sexual history or lack there of should be shared with someone I trust. I don't know about you but I tend to distrust a liar!"

"You trusted me enough to go down on you." He said smugly.

"That was obviously a mistake." My voice cracked at the last word, and I started to feel overwhelmed. I could feel the tears break the corners of my eyes and I bit my lower lip in an effort to ward them off.

"Ana." His voice was low now and the anger in his eyes was replaced with kindness and maybe even pity. I turned away from him quickly and went on the hunt for my panties and shoes. " Ana…Just stop for a second."

"I just want to find my stuff and get out of here." I pushed a stray hair off my face, behind my ear as I bent to grab a shoe from under an end table. And went on a hunt for the other. "I can't believe how stupid I am." I mumbled under my breath.

"Ana, stop you are not stupid." I shot my head up, and locked eyes with him.

"Yes, I am. I should have never come here. Everything told me not to…You would think I would have learned my lesson." I spotted my other shoe by the fireplace and crossed the room to retrieve it. I slipped them both on and went on the search for my panties.

"Ana, I should have reacted differently. I was just, surprised. I mean, a virgin in this day and age."

"I am not forty Christian, I am twenty two. I spent most of my time was spent wisely, studying and working and learning. Not boning the QB in the back of his pickup! So yeah, I figured I would wait…wait for someone… something special… I don't even know what I was thinking tonight."

"You weren't thinking, you said it yourself you cant think when I am touching you. Perhaps I should keep my hands to myself." His last comment felt like a knife in my heart.

"Yes, that is a great idea! Thank you Mr. Grey. Now, you can send the sad little virgin on her merry way." I gave up the hunt for my panties, I just needed to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. He stood there watching me, his jaw tight, he arms crossed against his chest, legs shoulder width apart. His face was unreadable.

My heart was fluttering, beating faster and faster. My cheeks burned, I felt sad and foolish. I stood there for a second, trying to pull myself together and waiting to see if he said anything. He didn't. I turned on my heel and walked out of the study and found my way back to the dining room to collect my purse and coat.

I felt his standing behind me, his hands on my shoulders turning me to face him. Pulling every last bit of my strength to look him in his eye.

"Ana, I don't want you to go, but I think it would be best. You are an innocent, not suited for what I have to offer you. Right now I want to fuck you fifty ways from Sunday. But that would be wrong… I will have Taylor drive you home." I couldn't speak, I just nodded suddenly feeling sad. Any hopes that I may have had dissipated in to the ether. I stood on my tip toes and gave him a small peck on the cheek before I turned to walk away.


I spent most of the weekend in bed, reading. Trying to push any and all thoughts of Christian Grey to the back of my mind. I lied to Kate, telling her that dinner with Chris was fine but we didn't really click after all, never letting on that Chris was in fact Christian Grey. I didn't see the point really. Why add to my shame and fuel her need to talk about it.

"Ah the hell with Chris, we will find you someone else. The most important thing is that you broke the dry spell."

"Yeah, I guess. I think I just want to focus on work and finding a new job. I have been thinking about a change of city maybe. I mean Hyde had black listed me here, maybe a new city a new shoreline." I had this on going daydream of moving to New York, I fell in love with it at first sight. I could get a small apartment in a horrible neighborhood, I would complain about mice and roaches and subways. Get a job at a publishing house, become a new person.

'Ana, that is just crazy, I mean everyone you know and love is here. We will find you a new job. You cant move away because I will miss you too much…End of discussion."

Why is it that everyone thinks they can tell me what to do, I mean am I some kind of idiot incapable of making decisions for myself. No I am not. If I want to move across the country I will, I don't care if Kate likes it or not. If I want to wait to have sex until it means something then I will, and Christian Grey can go straight to hell. Just because I couldn't fuck me and dump me like all the other girls made him the asshole not me.

I was reading the paper, in my bed on Sunday morning interrupted by my cell phone ringing. The number came up private, and I assumed it was my mother, her number was always changing.

"Hello." I said mindlessly into the phone, expecting the onslaught of my mothers voice.

"Hello Ana." Instead I got, the low haunting growl of Christian. Just the sound of his voice sent a shiver through me and I almost dropped the phone. "Ana are you there?'

"Uh, yes. Hello Mr. Grey."

"Ah, we are back to Mr. Grey now… Ok Ana if that is how you want it. I wanted to discuss your car. You left in in the parking lot on Friday." I had completely forgotten about my car, my mind was in a million other places. "I will have Taylor pick you up tomorrow and bring you into the office. And before you ask I will not be there. I get in much earlier then you."

"That is really not necessary I can talk a cab."

"Nonsense, Taylor will be there tomorrow at eight thirty."

"Um, ok. Thank you."

"Its is not a problem. It is my pleasure." He said the word pleasure in a way that pissed me off, like he was thinking about… well never mind what he was thinking about.

"I can still taste you Ana…" My stomach dropped and my entire body fluttered… that's right it fluttered, again. I mean can a girl get a break.

"Well, I can still taste your rejection, so I guess you got the better end of the deal. Goodbye." I hung up my phone and threw it at the foot of the bed as far away from my as possible. He was going to be the end of me, of this I was sure.


I dreaded Monday, walking back thru the doors at Grey Enterprises. Having to answer questions about how I knew him, why we left together. Damn it, why do I keep getting myself into these horrible situations. And why can't I get Christian Grey out of my mind. No matter how hard I try I keep replaying those moments over and over. His lips on mine, his breath in my neck, how it felt when his tongue was firmly planted between my legs. That was a first for me, and even thought it was scary as all hell it awakened something inside of me. A part of myself that I had never tapped into, a craving for touch, his touch. His words ringing in my ears. I want to fuck you fifty ways from Sunday…

"Ana! I need an update on the habitat project, in my office now. " I was snapped out my daydream by Carla's stern voice. She had been several degrees colder after watching me leave with Christian, but she didn't ask me about it not once. Everyone else had and I gave them all the same answer, that I couldn't discuss it. Which was true, I had signed the NDR. That didn't go over very well, but I couldn't have cared less. These were the same people who had excluded me at every opportunity and now all of a sudden then were coming to my cubicle for office fodder.

The week went slowly, punctuated by the awful fact that I lost my lunch time sanctuary. I couldn't go back, not wanting to see him; sure he didn't want to see me either. So now I ate at my desk, my ear buds in to drown out the chatter and banter that surrounded me. Counting the minutes and seconds until I could leave.

When Friday finally came, I was beyond thrilled when the clock struck five. I leapt from my cubicle, threw on my jacket and was waiting for the elevator faster then you could say unemployment line. The joyful ding made me smile as the doors gracefully opened, revealing a hidden unwanted surprise. Christian Grey.

"Hello Ana." His voice was slick, he stepped forward and pressed his hand against the door holding it open. I had successfully avoided seeing him all week, I had finally gotten him out of my system and now here he was and it all came flooding back.

"I will take the next one." I managed to stutter out unable to look him in the eye.

"Nonsense, we are both adults. It's fine… please come." You already have my inner goddess purred from the sidelines. I shot her a look of death, and she recoiled in fear.

I tentatively stepped into the elevator, my body ringing being so close to him again. I had never experienced anything like this before in my life, this man had this strange power of my mind and even more so my body.

"How have you been Ana?" I loved how my name sounded coming out of his mouth. I swallowed the lump in my throat, and exhaled deeply before I was able to answer him.

"Good thank you." I heard his footsteps and could feel his presence behind me, just inches between us.

"You feel that don't you?" I let out a small moan and nodded once. My breathing got ragged, and I licked my lips. "I have thought about you non stop… I am trying to be a good guy Ana, but that's really not my way."

"What is "your" way Mr. Grey."

"You need someone who will make love to you, that is not my way. My way is to fuck, hard." His mouth was right beside my ear, his warm breath gently caressing, sending a chill though me. I could feel my core tighten and flex with every word.

"Oh, I see." The weight of his words sinking into my brain. "That's right, you don't do the girlfriend thing." the spell was broken, and I took a step forward, widening the space between us. This was a man who collected women, and I was not the women who could be put on a shelf. No amount of attraction would ever change that. The elevator door opened to the lobby. "Have a good weekend…"


"Come on Ana, its Friday night! I need to get laid and you need to relax and have a good time. Lets get all tarted up, get in a cab and go dancing." Kate looked at me with her eyes wide, hands fisted together by her chin, begging.

"I really don't feel like it…"

"Pretty please… come on don't make me go it alone. What if I run into the wrong sort of guy… who will save me if not for you?"

"Jesus Kate you don't play fair…"

"is that a yes?"

"Begrudgingly so." I smiled thru the next hour as Kate dressed me like I was her own personal doll. She started with her tight black on black snakeskin printed jeans and a black velvet halter top that left my bare back completely exposed. She completed the look with her fitted motorcycle jacket and knee high pointy toed boots. She pulled my hair back on to a low bun, layered on the eyeliner and gloss and her vision was complete.

"Damn Steele you look hot… I think I did too good of a job. All eyes are going to be on you tonight and not me."

"Some how I doubt that Kate." She looked spectacular, her flesh colored mini skirt dress covered in clear jewels, fitted to her body like a second skin. It hung off of her shoulder showing a flash of her tanned skin. She pulled on her over the knee camel boots that would have looked trashy on anyone else but her. The effect was nude and expensive. She looked amazing as usual. I felt like a homely goth standing beside her.

"Where are we going anyway? I mean we look too nice for the bar around the corner."

"Ahhh we are going to Maison Gris. I made a few phone calls and Ethan got us in."

The club was packed. They always were, I don't know why I agreed to come. I hated crowds and dark places with blaring music. This place was beautiful. Marble floors, dark ornate wood, the lighting was soft and made everything glow. There were large modern sofas creating little cubbies and corners. Beautiful people everywhere sipping thirty dollar drinks and gyrating to loud music. This was so not my scene, I never felt more out of place. I understood why this was the place to be and why everyone in the office talked about it like it was the second coming. I would have much rather been at our little bar drinking weak drinks lagging with the bartender.

But I was there, I was dressed to kill so I might as well make the best of it. I needed to push all thoughts of Christian out of my brain and body. I downed my drink in two sips and grabbed Kate's hand leading her to the dance floor, taking her by surprise. It was usually her dragging me.

I could feel the base pumping through my body as I started to move and gyrate to the music, Kate joining me. I danced like no one was looking, I need to relieve the stress of the week, hell the last ten weeks. I raised my arms over my head and spun around, pulling my hair out of the bun so that it fell down my bare back.

A very tall and attractive guy made his move on Kate and she started dancing with him, a huge smile on her face. She was smitten, that didn't happen often. I knew I would be hearing them through the thin wall of our apartment in a few short hours. I laughed at the irony of my life as my mind drifted to Christian once more.

Then I felt hands on my waist and a familiar feeling took over my body. I knew his touch, I leaned back pressing my body against his toned frame, folding my hands over his. I turned around, my instinct was correct. His dark grey eyes were staring down on me, full of hunger and fire and something else I couldn't place. It was the dazzling Christian Grey.