"I need these two manuscripts read and summarized by monday" jack drops two manuscripts on the edge of his desk " your last summary was lacking to say the least.." he pins me with a look "anything you give me I expect to be proofread" well someone drank there dick head juice. after getting to work this morning it was obvious after ten minutes he was in a fowl mood and just as expected being his assistant I was getting the brunt of it

"Yes mr hyde" I answer with a nod "is there anything else you need?" his eyes drift up my body

"yes…" he leans back in his chair "take a seat" running his thumb over his bottom lip, he clears his throat "so how was that..date of yours?" he asks squinting his eyes almost assessing me

"oh..um good" I answer unsure what this has to do with work this is weird

"right..right" he nods "anyone I might know?" he moves from behind his desk and takes the seat next to me

"oh no he doesn't live around here and he's rather private" I fidget with the edge of my black plaid skirt and clear my throat not sure where he's going with this

"well he's an idiot" his voice lowers as he licks his lips "i would make sure everyone knew" his eyes drop below my neck and I shift uncomfortable

"Ana" hannah appears in the doorway oh thank god "there's a call for you on line one" she smiles politely looking between jack and I who quickly moves behind his desk, i nod to hannah and rise from my seat

"thank you" I mouth as I pass her desk and she smiles

"Seattle Independent publishing, Ana speaking?" I answer grabbing my notepad and pen

"Miss Steele." his voice instantly brightens my mood "I was just calling to let you know how amazing your legs looked in that skirt this morning" I smile leaning back in my chair and roll my eyes

"well sir if this isn't my boyfriend I have to say this is very inappropriate talk for work" I giggle drawing a picture on the the corner of the notepad, my eyes drifting to the clock

"although they did look better wrapped around my head" his voice lowers and I feel my face redden at his words

"Mr Grey is there a reason you called other than to distract me" I keep my tone professional even though i've gained a second heartbeat

"Yes, how has your day been?" he asks and I weigh my options in telling christian about my interaction with jack but I can't see that ending well so I tell him about the parts of my day that didn't make me want to take a shower after

"Good, I got to sit in on a publishers meeting this morning and even got asked for my opinion. Then I had a break which involved coffee and the best donut I have ever had in my life and now I am making notes, what about you? Besides daydreaming about my legs, how has your day been?"

"daydreaming about your legs has been about the only good thing about my day" he grunts "people seem to think I can listen to there bullshit all day" he sounds tired "I called to let you know sawyer will be picking you up this afternoon, I have a meeting that I can't get out of"

"Oh That's ok, it gives me time to pack before you get home anyw.."

"packing" he cuts me off "why are you packing?" he sounds a little panicked

"well since leila isn't a threat anymore I figured I can go back to my apartment and finally drive wanda again" my baby

"oh.." he's silent for a minute before clearing his throat "right well i'll see you at the apartment"

"hey.." the line goes dead before i can say anything else and I stare at the receiver well okay then

By the end of the day i've never been more grateful to get the call from sawyer letting me know he's outside, even though they found leila christian being christian still wanted sawyer with me just to be safe so we compromised, if he really wanted sawyer with me then he could wait outside.

when I check my messages,8pm flashes across the screen, much later than my usual 6 thanks to jacks sudden need to get extra work done even though he hasn't appeared from his office in an hour thank god signing off my computer and grabbing the manuscripts from the desk I throw my back strap over my shoulder and head for the exit

"Anastasia" I still, making a face when jack calls my name and turn with a polite smile

"yes Mr Hyde" he stands in the doorway of his office, the building nearly empty since everyone has gone home

"It's Jack Ana, how many times do I have to tell you? mr hyde makes me feel old" he smiles but there's an edge to his voice

"Right, sorry" I apologise "was there something you needed?" please say no

"yes, there is a book convention in new york on the 17th for three nights which I have to attend, you being my p.a will also have to attend" he informs as he walks toward me, the smell of alcohol more prominent as he gets closer putting me on alert

"Oh, I didn't know" shit when I thought this day couldnt get any worse

"The tickets and booking confirmation for the hotel will be sent to your email, have it confirmed, printed and on my desk by next week" he rubs his palms together letting out a humourless laugh "you know Ana I saw potential in you, but i'm starting to question myself.." I mentally call for him sawyer "did I make a mistake giving you this position? because i'm just not seeing the..initiative..on your part.." he licks his lip and I have to fight my gag reflex

A throat clearing draws my attention to the door where to my surprise and relief my brooding man stands perfectly put together in his three piece suit, hands in his pockets, unreadable expression on his face uh oh taylor stands a few steps behind off to the right, eyes zoned in on jack

"Is everything alright Miss steele?" christian asks his eyes on mine, I nod yes baby i'm fine

"Yes mr grey…" I clear my throat and turn to jack "No You didn't Mr hyde, goodnight" I nod curtly, turning I walk past christian and push open the door onto the street

"Miss Steele '' sawyer nods opening my door and I nod climbing in "thank you sawyer" I drop my bags on the seat next to me and lean my head against the headrest

"don't we have to wait for christian and taylor" I ask as he reverses into traffic

"No ma'am" he answers curtly oh

As we drive toward escala the same words repeat in my head please don't do anything stupid christian pulling into the underground garage sawyer pulls smoothly into a parking spot and turns off the engine just as his phone rings

"Sir" he answers eyes straight ahead "yes sir we're at the apartment now" the muffled voice sounds through the phone and sawyer nods "yes sir" climbing out he opens my door for me and we walk toward the elevator "sawyer?"

"yes ma'am" he answers pressing the button for the elevator

"i thought christian had a meeting?"

"he did ma'am, but the second party cancelled last minute" oh well that would explain why he showed up at S.I.P

"sawyer you know we're nearly the same age please call me ana, ma'am makes me feel like a mother of two" I groan and for the first time I see his demeanor soften "of course miss steele..Ana" he corrects

"thank you" I smile and pull out my phone as the doors open to the penthouse and sawyer leads the way

where are you? I quickly type and press send before dropping the phone back into my bag. taking my shoes off in the foyer sawyer nods before disappearing to the security office leaving me alone with my thoughts, I feel...dirty after my interaction with jack and decide to take a shower. steam fills the large bathroom as I undress and stand under the hot spray of water mmmm the ache in my neck from sitting in a chair for hours eases and I feel refreshed when I wrap myself in a towel

The sound of the piano catches my attention when I enter the bedroom and tighten my towel, wandering down the hall into the great room, christian sits at the piano, fingers strumming along the keys as he hums to himself, his suit jacket strewn across the couch, his shirt rolled up to his elbows.

"Hey" I scoot in beside him "What happened with jack?" I ask pressing my finger into a key and wait for his answer

"he's a fucker" the venom in his voice makes me do a double take, his eyes meet mine, a little wild "he wants to fuck you" he grunts picking up the glass that was resting on the piano and takes a swig

"No he doesn't" he pins me with a glare and I rolls my eyes "yes he's a little overly friendly but that's it" he huffs a laugh as he rises and walks toward the window

"Did you fire him?" please say no I know he's an ass but its still his job

"I will" he downs the rest of his drink

"No chrstian you can't"

"he wants you anastasia, he wants to bend that sweet ass over his desk and.." he stops himself, his words only fueling his anger as he throws his glass across the room sending shards of glass everywhere

"christian.." I stand watching the glass and grab his arm turning him to face me "he is my boss I can handle him" his eyes don't meet mine and I know he's not listening "hey.." I hold his face between my hands "even if he wanted me like that does that mean he gets me" his eyes search my face "I am with you christian" I cup the back of his neck "yours" I whisper brushing my lips over his and the beast is unleashed

"Mine" his eyes turn a shade darker " .Mine" he rips the towel from my body, lifting me onto the piano, his hands spread my thighs and he drops to his knees. kissing a trail up my inner thigh his teeth sink into the flesh making me whimper, rolling my nipples between his fingers "this pussy is mine" he pumps his finger pulling my clit between his teeth oh fuck he palms my breast "these tits are mine" he tugs on the nipples making me cry out "yes baby" I moan, my body shaking, pulling them away he trails his juice covered fingers up my stomach between my breast to rest on my bottom lip, his eyes meet mine daring me to say no, I nod slowly opening my mouth and wrap my lips around his fingers, my pussy trembling as I taste myself and nip the pad of his thumb

"this will be mine" he teases my asshole, putting slight pressure on the puckered hole making me tense up "all in good time" he smirks making me both scared and horny, burying his tongue in my pussy I cry out gripping his hair between my legs, my back arching.

He stands, fingers rubbing my clit as he undoes his belt, fisting his cock, my pussy twitches at the sight and I bite my bottom lip, Pulling my hips to the edge of the piano, he glides his cock over my clit, moving lower he sinks in hitting that sweet spot. locking our fingers together he lifts them above our heads and whispers against my lips

"Say it anastasia" he almost pleads, rocking his hips, his eyes telling me more than his words ever could "yours christian.." i whisper "i'm yours"

His lips attack mine, pumping his hips "baby.." It's barely a whisper "come for me" he demands and I come undone, tightening my grip on his fingers I sink my teeth into his shoulder and moan as he spills into me.

"we should get to bed" he brushes hair off my forehead "big day tomorrow" hmmm