"Are you following me now?" I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck, his hands slid down my back and stopped at the small of my back, his fingers dangerously close to my ass. He pulled my body flat against his and my heart stopped.

"I own this club Ana." My eyes shot up in surprise. All the clubs in all the city…

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. You didn't take French did you?" I nodded no, French. I barely took Spanish. "Maison Gris, Grey House." I threw my head back and started to laugh. He lowered and I could feel his breath on my throat and then the gentle touch of his lips.

"I thought you wanted to stay away from me?"

"I do…and I don't…" My eye caught Kate's and she couldn't hide her surprise that I was dancing with Christian Grey.

"Indecisive much?" He looked at me intently and let me go.

"Only when It comes to you Ana. Enjoy the rest of your evening." He nodded to the man dancing with Kate. I watched him kiss her hand and then as quickly as they came there were both gone. I stood there aimless and bemused. I barely had a second to recover before Kate was at my side.

"What the fuck Ana… Is Christian Grey your Chris?" All I could do is nod yes and watch the horror and then amazement flash across her face. "Holy shit… I mean… I thought he was gay."

"He is not gay…"

"Apparently…"

"Who was that guy you were dancing with?"

"His brother Elliott."

"He was…"

"HOT!I know… I gave him my number… Come on let me buy you a shot you really need one."


That is when the night took a turn. I threw all caution to the wind and four shots later I was back on the dance floor. Feeling free, dancing to the beat of the music pounding around us. I had never felt so removed from my mind, my constant stream of thoughts and I finally understood why people drank so much. It was freeing, for someone like me who lived in my head it was a new and welcomed feeling. I danced with Kate and with whomever was in close proximity. Hands and legs and faces…it was all a blur and overwhelming blur.

I was feeling dizzy and sick, it was so hot. I felt like I was burning up…I needed air, cool air. I grabbed Kate by the hand and dragged her through the packed crowd.

"Ana are you ok?"

"I am going to be sick." I pushed passed the line of people waiting to check their coats and flung the door open. The moment the cold air hit my face, the bile rose in my throat. I ran to the curb away from the crowd and I started to throw up violently. Purging my body of the alcohol I stupidly consumed. Now I understood why people didn't drink, because it is horrible. Kate ever the great friend held back my hair and soothingly rubbed my bare back. Now freezing cold from the sweat and the cold winter air.

"Ana?" I heard his voice, as I gagged again. Not wanting him to see me like this, but unable to do anything to stop it. I felt weak, like I was about to pass out and I felt his arm snake around my waist holding me up. "It's ok, let it come out."

I leaned my body against his, no more strength left and took several deep breaths and a few dry heaves.

"Elliot, get their coats and then take Kate home. I will see to Ana."

"Not happening Grey… Like I would let you take her home is this condition."

"Considering that you are the person who allowed to get in this condition you have no leg to stand on Miss. Kavanaugh ." He voice was stern and in control. Even with my eyes closed I could tell Kate was taken aback. No one talked to her like that. I chuckled. Wishing I could see her face, no energy left to open my eyes.

"Come on Kate, lets get the coats and we can sort it all out later." I heard Elliot's unfamiliar voice and then I was vaguely aware that Christian and I were alone. He brushed a stray hair off my face and pulled me to him. I melted into his body, allowing myself to fall asleep.


I woke up and my head was pounding, it felt like it was under a pile of bricks. I opened my eyes, huge mistake. The light was streaming in the room. Wait, where the fuck was I? I forced my eyes open and sat up in this huge unfamiliar bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I was in a white linen shirt and my panties, my hair had been braided and hung over my shoulder. I was in his bedroom and I was alone, acutely alone.

I stood slowly, the nausea hit me like a wave. My mouth was dry and in much need of some minty refreshment. I saw a bottle of water and two aqua blue pills on the nightstand. I took the Advil and was grateful that the water was still cold, drinking it in two long gulps. I wandered to the bathroom. It was huge, bigger then my apartment. Black marble floors, white marble tile. A large egg shaped tub in front of a massive window that over looked the city.

I used some of the mouthwash out of the crystal decanter and washed my face with some of his fancy soap. I already felt better.

I wandered thru his apartment, my feet bare. I was walking on my tip toes and I didn't know why. I felt like I was intruding in his space. I checked the study and the living room, both of which were empty. I finally found him sitting in the kitchen, in black silk pajama pants and nothing else. Sipping a small white cup of espresso, reading the paper.

"Um…excuse me…" He turned slowly on his stool and his eyes started at my feet and lingered over my body. I pulled at the hem of my shirt self consciously.

"Good Morning Ana. How do you feel."

"Better then I have the right too. Thank you for the water and Advil."

"You're welcome. Do you want some coffee?" I nodded no, just the smell was making me sick.

"I need my clothes…"

"They are at the cleaners. I sent Taylor out to pick you up a few things. He should be back shortly."

"And Gail?"

"She does her shopping on Saturday mornings."

"So we are here alone then?"

"That we are. Tell me, last night was that a habit or a lapse in judgment?"

"The latter. That was the second time I have ever been drunk and it will be my last. I feel like I have been beaten with a stick."

"Beaten with a stick, interesting turn of phrase Ana. Are you hungry. You should eat something. Toast maybe."

"Maybe later, I would like some more water though."

"Of course." He stood quickly and made his way to the glass front fridge, pulling me out a bottle of water. I was mesmerized by the was his muscles ripped even when making the smallest movements. It was like a living breathing statue of David. He handed me the bottle and brushed his fingers against mine. I visibly shivered. I cracked open the bottle and took a long sip of the ice cold water. I could feel it descend all the way down to my belly.

"Ana, I would like to talk to you for a moment. Follow me." He \walked passed me and I could feel the current pulsing from his body to mine. He lead me back to the scene of the crime, his study and I could feel my cheeks burn, as I bit on my lip.

"Ana, please for the duration of this conversation please stop biting your lip."

"Sorry, you just make me… nervous…" He smiled smugly and gestured for me to sit on the sofa and I sank back down on the soft leather, remembering those moments I spent there only a week ago. He looked at me for a moment, his chest still bare, smattered with chest hair that I hat to fight the urge to touch. The loosely hanging pants low on his hips, I imagined kissing him there, tracing the lines of his body with my lips. I was embarrassed but also aroused by my own thoughts. He finally spoke and now he had my full attention.

"So, as you already know I don't date. I don't do girlfriends, I don't do love. I do contracts, I fuck and I move on. But I don't think that would work for you would it?" I swallowed the lump in my throat and shook my head no. "I didn't think so. This is what I proposing. I would like to date you, but there is a level of control that I require in my relationships. That is something I can not and will not change. If you are open to that, then I would like to see you exclusively."

"What do you mean by contracts and what do you mean by control? I already signed the NDR and you want to control what I wear and who I speak to?"

"No… a different kind of contract. I can't really explain this with out scaring you off. And that is the last thing I want to do… Look, I would like to take you out tonight. We can see how this goes and then we can discuss this further. If you are feeling up to it."

"Um, ok. I think I would like that." I knotted my hands in my lap, wondering if I was crossing to the other side through the looking glass.

"You think?"

"Well yeah, you are very confusing. One minute you don't want to see me at all then next minute you want to see me exclusively. It's like Christian Grey whiplash."

"Fair point, well made. Why don't you go and take a bath buy the time you are done Taylor will have gotten your things." I could see him becoming impenitent, his mind was in a different place.

"Am I being dismissed now?"

"Yes, I have a conference call I am very late for. I would like to discuss this now but… this is a pressing matter. I will come and see you in a little while."


He was a confusing man, I couldn't get a true read on him no matter how hard I tried. The more I tried the more confusing I would become. Not that I had much experience with men in general. Maybe they were all like this, but somehow I doubted it. There was another layer to him, an out shell, he had these moment where he would show me behind the curtain but then just as quickly her would shut me out. I held on to what I knew to be true, at least what he had told me. Christian wanted me, which I couldn't understand. He could have anyone, there was a long line of women. Smarter, richer, taller, thinner, prettier, more experienced. I could go on and on. My brain hurt from all the possibilities bouncing around my head.

I finally gave up and waited for the water to fill the enormous bathtub. I slid my tired body into the hot water laced with a rich smelling body oil I found on the ledge. The water rose up to my neck and immediately felt better. My muscles ached from the wrenching and my head still throbbed like a high school marching band was practicing inside. The room was so calm, so quiet. Only the sound of the water lapping against the porcelain and my shallow breathing.

What a strange week, who would have thought I would have ended up not only in his tub but in his bed and still be a proud owner of my V-card. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair and rubbed my throbbing scalp, lowering my entire head under water. As I emerged I heard a light tapping on the door.

"Ana…" He walked in carrying a bag in each hand and stopped when he saw me, inhaling sharply. I felt a flutter run thought my body, unable to speak, unable to take my eyes off of him. He placed the bags on the floor and shook his head before stripping out of his pajama pants and walking over to the tub. He was a feast for my eyes, as they lingered over every part of him. Every inch and I mean every inch was hard and taught, like it was carved from stone.

"There really is only so much one man can take Ana."

He stepped into the tub, opposite of me, the water splashing on to the floor as his slip his body in. I was still recovering from everything I just saw and was still unable to form a series of syllables forming an actual word. He lifted my foot and started rubbing the arch with the pads of his thumb. It felt euphoric and I moaned, loudly. I couldn't help myself.

"Those were some very high boots I had the pleasure of zipping you out of last night."

"So you did undress me then?"

"That I did. I was shocked that a girl like you would leave the house braless. It was a treat for the eyes though."

"You should not have looked." I crossed my arms over my breasts, trying in vain to hide them.

"Yes I should have, consider it pay back for throwing up in my lap on the ride over here." The memory came back to me, like a bad dream.

"I didn't!?"

"You did, poor Taylor spent an hour cleaning up the back seat." I lifted my hands to my face, covering it in shame.

"Oh my god, I am so… embarrassed. Did I do anything else?" He release one foot and grabbed the other this time with a bit more force. Every motion, as if he was touching me in other places. Like all the nerves of my body were somehow connected.

"Well, you told me… No… maybe I should tell you…" He has a satisfied smirk on his face and I had to know.

"Tell me…"

"You told me that I was the first person to taste your pussy… and that you couldn't think about anything else." I jaw dropped, I wanted to die. I wanted the water to swallow me up.

"I said all that? I used that word?" I wanted to die, right there and then.

"Mmmm hmmm. And you went into more detail…It was very hot Ana, and unexpected. Am I really?"

"Yes." I nodded slowly, my eyes focused on my hands, watching water drip from my the pruning skin of my fingertips.

"Has anyone ever made you come before me?" I shook my head no and raised my eyes to his and a huge smile spread across his face. "You are full of surprises Miss. Steele." He moved slightly and before I knew it his hands were on my hips pulling me towards him. Water splashing all over the floor. I was straddling his thighs, his cock resting against my belly. He rested my hands on the tub behind him.

"You can't touch my chest Ana… Do you understand? Under no circumstances." I nodded, wanting to ask why but knowing he wouldn't tell me.

His hands were in my wet hair bringing my mouth to his, sucking my tongue. His mouth was then in my breasts, flicking my nipples with his tongue, biting gently with his teeth. I yelped out, and he bit harder, as his fingers made their way down, rubbing me with gentle eager force.

"Oh my god Christian…" I came quickly, a short intense burst, my fingers clenched on the tub so hard they were numb.

"Ana, I need to be inside of you." His husky growl, the look in his grey eyes. I couldn't refuse him. I didn't want to but I was not going to be used either.

"I want you inside of me too Christian but not if you are going to fuck me."

"I know…"

"Do you?" He looked me over, and kissed my neck and collarbone and then my lips ever so softly and gently.

"You want me to make love to you Ana. It will be a first for us both."