This is a little story that popped in my head. It's got our two favorites Ana and Christian, however, in this story Christian isn't into BDSM but still has a dark past.

"To Ana, the best bitch I know!", my best friend Kate shouts, holding up her martini.

"Seriously, congrats on landing the Donovan account. Most of the company wanted it, but you my friend did it.", Julia, another friend and co-worker says.

"Thank you. It's my biggest account to date, and I feel like it's only the stepping stone to greater things." With only two years at Nelson Advertising under my belt, I realize I've still got a lot of ground to cover, but I'm hoping to one day be the go to person in the Seattle advertising world. I take a quick sip of my drink and notice a guy staring at me from the bar.

"Looks like someone has an admirer.", Julia whispers but loud enough for Kate to hear.

"Shit. That's one admirer you wouldn't mind having.", Kate says as I crinkle my nose in confusion. "Ana, that's Christian Grey, one of the most successful businessmen in the world. He's also one of the hottest bachelors. You can't go online and not see who he's dating this week, and by dating I mean screwing. Word is he's even more skilled in the bedroom than in the boardroom."

"Fuck.", Julia mutters, biting down on her straw.

"Jules, you're drooling.", I giggle. "I'll admit the guy is cute."

"Puppies are cute.", Kate scoffs. "Christian Grey is a sex god. Wet floor signs should follow him because women get so wet just looking at him. Like right now. I'm soaked."

"TMI.", I groan, slapping my hand over my face.

"More like OOOOOO!", Julia moans so loud people around us turn around. "We were talking about that scene from When Harry Met Sally."

"Don't look now, but he's coming over here.", Kate shrieks. Sure enough Christian Grey's sauntering towards us. Dressed in a black button up, jeans, and a leather jacket, he looks as though he's just stepped out of a fashion magazine. The curve of his lips makes me think he knows he was being talked about and loves it.

"Hi.", he says to us. "I was sitting at the bar and couldn't take my eyes off you." I cut my eyes to Kate and Julia who are looking at me. It finally dawns on me that he's talking to me.

"You couldn't keep your eyes off me, huh? How many women do you tell that to?", I ask in hopes of letting him know I'm not interested, but he only smirks.

"You're thinking I'm one of those douches who uses cheesy pickup lines like do you have Windex in your pants because I can see myself in them. You're wrong. I'm a man who appreciates the beauty around him which at the moment is you. I'm not asking for your number or to get a room. I only want to buy you and your friends drinks. What's the harm in that? Unless..." He stops himself.

"Unless what?"

"Unless you're scared of falling in love with me after one drink."

"I assure you that's not the case. I'm not looking for love."

"Ana, come on and let the guy buy us a drink.", Kate says as Julia nods enthusiastically.

"Ah, Ana, what a lovely name for a lovely woman.", Mr. Cocky smiles.

"And I'm Julia, and this is Kate.", Julia tells him. "Sit down and join us."

"Whoa. He only wanted to buy us drinks. No one said anything about him joing us.", I scoff at my friends who are giving me puppy dog eyes. "It's not going to work." They turn things up by sticking their lips out into pouts. "Fine. You can sit with us, but the first time you get out of line, you're gone."

Once our drinks are at the table, I resolve to drink mine as fast as I can so Christian Grey can move away from our table and away from us. Kate and Julia have set their sights on two guys on the dance floor while Christian won't keep his eyes off me.

"Ana, we're going to dance. Come with us.", Kate says, standing and reaching for my hand.

"No thanks. I'm going to finish my drink. Have fun out there though." She and Julia bounce away from the table and on to the dance floor where they're soon swaying to the music.

"Would you stop staring at me.", I hiss at Christian. He laughs over his drink. "Why is that funny?"

"How do you know I'm staring at you? Maybe you're the one staring at me. How come you didn't go out there and dance with your friends?"

"I'm not much of a dancer."

"I don't believe that. I think you stayed behind because you didn't want to get far from me." The cocky bastard actually thinks I like him. Dream on.

"You're so sure of yourself, huh?", I scoff. He tilts his head and licks his lips. A small bit of electricity occurs between my legs. Damn you body, don't betray me now.

"I'm simply a man who sees a woman that's interested in me as much as I'm interested in her.", he shrugs as I crunch on a piece of ice. "Tell me you're not turned on right now."

"I'm not turned on right now." At least not very much.

"I don't believe you. You're shifting slightly in your seat which leads me to think you're getting wet. It's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Mr. Grey, I'm afraid you're way off with your body reading. I'm not turned on by you at all." He's about to open his mouth when Kate and Julia return to the table.

"Ana, are you ready?", Julia asks.

"Sure, but why do you seem like you're in a hurry?" She looks over her shoulder at the dance floor where Justin, one of her exes, is dancing with a scantily clad red head. "Oh. Yeah. I'm ready." I grab my purse and hop off the stool. "Mr. Grey, I hope you have a nice rest of the evening."

"You too.", he smiles.

"What all did you and Christian talk about?", Kate asks me once we step out of the club.

"Nothing interesting.", I reply, catching the glance my two best friends give each other. "What?"

"Kate and I saw how he was looking at you. The guy was practically undressing you with his eyes. He was cleary interested in you.", Julia says. "You should've given him your number."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because you need some action that's not fueled by AA batteries.", Kate laughs. "You haven't had sex since you and Owen broke up." The Owen Kate's referring to is my ex boyfriend who I dated for three years, the one and only guy I've ever slept with. We were in love or at least we thought we were. We finally came to the conclusion that we were no longer compatible. The breakup was hard, but we both knew it was for the best.

"I'm not the kind of girl who has random hookups with guys. I'm one who only gets intimate with someone who I'm dating which isn't something I'm wanting at the moment. As for the AA battery comment, there's nothing wrong with releasing my pent up frustration with a vibrator." We stand on the sidewalk and start hailing for a cab.

"Ana does have a point.", Julia says. "At least you don't have to worry about a vibrator leaving the toilet seat up or cheating on you with someone who wears clothes that look like they fit on Barbies."

"I'm sorry you had to see Justin and that girl. He was completely out of his mind for cheating on you. One day he's going to wake up and realize he made mistake by letting you go."

"Damn right.", Kate nods. "I'm not sure we're ever going to get a cab. Julia, lift your skirt up a little and show some leg."

"Um...no. Why don't you pull your blouse down so a cab driver can see your cleavage?"

"The driver could be so distracted he'd wreck, and I don't want that." With a slight chill in the air, the three of us wrap our arms around ourselves in an effort to keep warm. "I should've worn a coat."

"Ladies, do you need a ride?", a voice I was hoping to never hear again asks. We spin around and see Christian.

"Yes.", Kate and Julia blurt, but I repeatedly shake my head.

"No.", I reply. "We're waiting on a cab."

"You might be waiting a while. I've got my car and don't mind taking you home." He's speaking to the three of us, yet his eyes are on me.

"Ana, come on and let the guy drive us home.", Julia pleads.

"I'm not about to get in a car with a stranger. For all we know he's planning on taking us to his house and locking us in some torture chamber."

"Don't be silly. The chamber's being remodeled.", he smirks. "That was a joke, by the way."

"Joke or not, I'm not getting in the car with you and neither are my friends." Luck is finally on my side when a cab finally stops. "See. We don't need you. Kate, Julia, let's go." My friends groan and slide inside the cab as I lock eyes one last time with Christian Grey. After getting in the vehicle, I look over my shoulder and find him watching us drive away. The ride to our apartment building is filled with silence. Kate and I share an apartment on the fourth floor while Julia lives in an apartment on the third floor with her sister Becca who's two years younger than us. The cab rolls to a stop, and I pay the driver. "Thanks."

"I'm going to bed.", Kate says the second we get inside our apartment. I lock the door and toss my keys on to the table next to the door.

"I'm going to do some reading. Night." I wave to her and close my bedroom door behind me. I grab the romance novel I found at Barnes & Noble and settle on my bed. The book's lead character is a young woman who finds love in the dairy section of the grocery store. She and the guy emark on a whirlwind relationship that's tested by jealous ex lovers. Despite not looking for romance myself, I find myself rooting for the characters. I want to finish the book, but I'm finding it difficult to keep my eyes open so I set the book on the nightstand and close my eyes, not even bothering to get undressed.

"Excuse me, could you tell me where the yogurt is?", I hear being asked. Standing with a shopping basket in his hand is none other than Christian Grey.

"It's right behind you.", I answer. He grabs a cup of yogurt and a can of whipped cream. "Making a dessert?" He closes the distance between us and grins.

"I'm hoping to lick it off your body. I'd start at your nipples and work my way down." My breathing hitches. "Or you could lick it off me. I'd love to have that mouth of yours wrapped around my cock."

I jolt up in the bed and feel beads of sweat trickling down my neck. Why in the hell would I be dreaming of a man I can't stand? It's the alcohol. That's it. I'd never have a dream like that if I were sober. You didn't have that much to drink.