CHAPTER 1

ALL CREDIT BELONGS TO ELJ

This is not a new story. This is my submission for the very first Sisterhood challenge. I'm going to continue this story and wanted to re-post my first chapter. For those of you who have already read this as a one shot, more chapters are coming soon. To those who are just now discovering this, I hope you enjoy it.

I wake up with a start. It takes me a minute to realize that I'm in my new bedroom in my new house on the sound. I sit up in the bed, soaked in sweat and my heart beating fast.

It was a dream that woke me up, but this time, it wasn't one of my usual nightmares. For the past three months, ever since I first laid eyes on her, all I do is think of her. When I'm awake she's on my mind. When I'm asleep, she's in my subconscious. I still work and run my empire, I workout, I eat, I interact with others, but throughout all of that, I think of her. All day. Every fucking day. She's on my mind, in my head, consuming all of me.

I remember the first I saw her. I remember every second of her. Every moment where we've inhabited the same space, I remember every bit of it. It was the last day of March. Taylor normally parks in the garage, and we'll take my private elevator directly to the twentieth floor where my office is located.

On that last day of March, there was construction in the garage and no one was allowed to park there for the entire day. I remember letting out a string of profanities at the inconvenience. I had a conference call in half an hour and I had no time to waste. I informed Taylor that he could drop me off at the front of the building, and I would go to my office on my own while he parked the car in the back of the building.

I remember it was pouring rain that morning. I was too impatient to use an umbrella and I got damp by the time I walked inside the building. It was the start of the workday and the lobby was full of employees. I ignored all the heads that turned to look at me. Ever since the so called scandal, I get lots of looks. It's been six fucking months, and I still get the looks, followed by the whispers. It bothered me at first, but I don't give a shit anymore. I don't care about the looks from strangers and their misconceptions about my life. I do care that my own mother hasn't made eye contact , but that's a separate issue.

As I was walking towards the elevator, I made a quick glance to my right. The GEH lobby has rented out a space to a coffee shop. It's only been opened a month, and we've catered some of our breakfast meetings from them, but I've never gone there personally. Why would I? I have people to cater to my slightest whim.

As I approached the shop, all I saw was a mass of brown hair as she was hunched over wiping down something on the counter. For some reason, I stopped walking. I don't know what caused me to stop, but I couldn't take another step right then if my life depended on it. When she finished wiping, she stood up straight and I got my first look at her face.

She looked young. Very young with flawless, pale skin. Her brown hair reached just past her shoulders, and framed her face. I stood here motionless as she put her bottom lip between her teeth and put a stray piece of hair behind one ear. When a line starts to form at the counter, she begins to take orders. I stand there a little bit longer and watch as she smiles and laughs with some of the customers. I feel this jolt to my system at the sight of her smile, and I think my heart actually stopped beating at the sound of her laugh.

Despite the fact that I needed to get ready for my conference call, I get in the back of the line. Imagine that! Christian Grey standing in line. And for some processed, enriched bleached flour and sugar, no less.

It takes me seven minutes to get to the front of the line, and in that time, Taylor has called twice, probably to ask where the fuck I am. I decided to ignore his call. When I get to the counter, I almost drop my briefcase. Her skin was absolutely flawless, and has a porcelain like look to it. It takes a lot of effort for me not to reach out and touch her face, to kiss her and to whisk her back to my house and claim her as mine.

And her eyes! The bluest and clearest eyes I've ever seen. They remind me of the color of the ocean, and just like the ocean, I knew I would become lost in them.

"Can I help you?" She asks. I don't know what an angel sounds like, but I imagine they sound like her. I lock eyes with her and I try to force a smile. She gives me a smile in return. It's not a genuine smile. It's one of those professional smiles you put on your face so you can get through a meeting or a work function. I'm glad that she's giving me a professional smile, because if she was standing in front of me right now and giving me a genuine smile, I don't know how I would be able to contain myself.

I hear a small gasp, and see a blush across her cheeks before she breaks eye contact with me.

Yup. She recognized me. Fucking great.

Now she was looking anywhere but at me. Just great! Fucking scandal strikes again.

I lost my train of thought for a minute and completely forgot what the hell I'm doing in this line. I clear my throat and place my order.

"One blueberry muffin and a large black coffee, please." I have no intention of eating the damn muffin. I work too hard on my body to fill it with that poison. I hate to waste food, so hopefully Taylor will eat it.

She turns around and gets my order before ringing me up.

"Ana, are those the muffins you baked this morning? They smell good," some guy who just came from the kitchen area. I watched as he wrapped an apron around his waist before going to stand in front of the register.

"They are," she says as she hands me the bag with the muffin and the coffee. Our hands accidentally touch, and I feel a spark of electricity from my hand all the way through the rest of my body. She must feel it too, because I see her eyes widen right before she rubs her hand on her apron.

She looks at me again, and blushes. She moves on to the next customer, and I pay for my purchases. As I walk away, I turn around one more time, and see her talking to the cashier. They're both laughing and when they see me looking at them, the quickly pretend to go back to work.

I sigh as I make my way into the elevator and to my office. I'm used to the looks, snickers and whispers that go on. People need to get a life and move the fuck on.

And it's been going on like this for the past three months. Every morning I buy a muffin and a coffee from her. Every morning I make sure our hands touch. I've instructed Andrea to only use them to cater for any morning meetings. She's been on the twentieth floor exactly 18 times to deliver our catering. I even managed to get her in my office one morning when I had a meeting there with Ros.

Whenever I know she's in one of the executive suites setting up food, I make it a point to pull up the video recording and watch her. I even watched her while she was in my office for the first. The video showed her looking at the paintings on my wall. She even touched one of them. I saw her quickly look in my bathroom before promptly closing the door. I watched as she sat in my chair and spun it around like a little kid would do. She tried to open up my desk drawers, but those remain locked unless I'm in the office. What the fuck is she looking for?

After she got up from the chair, she goes back into my bathroom. There's no camera in the bathroom, but from what I could see through the open door, she smells my lotions and cologne before exiting and closing the door.

That would have gotten anyone else fired, but not her. Those actions led me to create a fantasy in my head where she's actually interested in me, in my life.

That fantasy led me to get in her line every morning to order a pastry. A pastry that I now eat because there's a chance that she's the one who baked it. That fantasy led me to make sure that my hand brushes against hers every morning when she hands me my bag.

There's never any conversation beyond me placing my order, and her thanking me for my purchase. How does one talk to an angel?

She still blushes whenever she sees me and refuses to make eye contact. I don't know if that's because she's attracted to me or if it's because she, along with the rest of the fucking world, thinks they know all about my private life and my proclivities.

Taylor soon picked up on why I was suddenly buying muffins every damn morning. I knew he knew it one morning just by the way he was looking at me when we finally made our way to the elevator. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. All I heard was him mutter something to himself. I think it was "well, I'll be damned." I didn't ask him what he meant by that. I just left the elevator and went to my office to enjoy my baked goods.

To my surprise, Taylor got behind me in the line the next morning. Unlike with me, she smiled at him and when he engaged her in conversation, she actually responded. Over the next couple of weeks, I learned that she's starting college classes again in the fall, and she's friends with the owners of he café. Taylor casually let I drop that she's twenty three and unfortunately had to drop out of college for a while due to financial reasons.

I already know I'm going to anonymously pay her tuition. Taylor knows it too.

One day, Taylor brought his fiancé, Gail, who is also my housekeeper over to the bakery. Now, Gail has befriended Ana. Even though Gail is old enough to be Ana's mother, they've struck a friendship and have even gone out for dinner and drinks. One day, Taylor let it drop that they had planned on getting pedicures together.

Gail and Taylor make it a point to discuss Ana whenever I'm around, dropping little tidbits about her life. If I wanted to, I could have her entire history in a file on my desk at any time, but I didn't want to do that. I like learning about her bit by bit. From my nosy employees, I've learned that she's an only child and her dad lives in Montesano, and her mother recently passed away. She inherited a small house from her mother, but she has yet to move in there. She's living with Jose, the son of the owner of the café, who also works there. Taylor and Gail made it a point to drop the little nugget that Jose is gay.

I rolled my eyes at them. I've known that since the first moment I saw him. And the fact that he undresses me with his eyes as he licks his lips at me each morning is a dead giveaway.

I never comment or ask questions when Taylor and Gail decide to have these conversations. I know what they're doing, but they don't realize that a girl like that has no business being with someone like me. She's scared to death of me as it is. I can see it in her eyes. But just because she shouldn't be with me, doesn't mean I'm not going to pursue her. It's out of my hands. She was mine the minute I saw her.

I hop out of bed, and get on the treadmill on his Saturday morning. When I lived at Escala, Taylor or another member of my security team and I would go for a run. Now that I'm outside of the city, I make due with my home gym. I run for 45 minutes before my personal trainer arrives. We spar for about an hour before we both leave the gym sweaty and exhausted.

I have all this pent up energy today. I keep looking at the clock and curse when I realize I still have three more hours until she gets here.

I look out in the meadow and watch as the tables and decorations are being set up. Even my damn pool is covered in pink flowers. Thankfully, it's a sunny and warm June day. It's the perfect day for Gail's bridal shower.

I snort as I drink my fourth cup of coffee. I don't normally give a shit about these things. I told Gail to use her credit card and get whatever she wanted for the shower on me. I was going to go spend the day with Elliot and EJ, but Gail and Taylor subtly let it slip that Ana was invited to the shower. They also made it a point to inform me that it's a Jack and Jill shower, meaning that men are invited. Gail personally handed me a pink invitation.

I was able to convince Elliot to come. Well, I had to promise to buy him the car of his choice on his birthday. Like he can't afford his own car, but I would have promised to buy him the playboy mansion just to get him to agree.

I finish my coffee and go to my office to do some work, but I'm too distracted. She's going to be here in a few hours. In my house, or at least my yard, walking around, possibly touching my things. Maybe her blue eyes will lock with mine, and she'll smile at me.

I give up on work and go back to my bedroom, which takes is bigger than most houses. I guess there's no possible way she can find her way in here to smell my cologne.

I text Elliot and he confirms he's coming. I putz around in the house for the next few hours, before getting dressed. I was told that at the last minute that there's a dress code for the shower. Everyone will be wearing blue jeans and a pink shirt. The image of Taylor's large frame in a pink shirt almost causes me to laugh. There are just some things I don't need to think about before noon.

I quickly put on my clothes, a pair of dark blue jeans, and a pink polo shirt. The shirt fits well and shows off my pectorals. This is the first time she'll be seeing me dressed in casual clothes. I admit, I'm looking forward seeing her dressed outside of the black and white uniform that she wears everyday.

About ten minutes before noon, I've decided I had enough and make my way outside. Gail and Taylor, along with some of my other staff are already there. Everyone is holding a pink drink.

As I approach them, a waiter comes by and I take one of those drinks and sip it. I don't know what else is in it, but I definitely taste some vodka. We stand there and chat for a few minutes before Gail's friends and family start to arrive.

Once she leaves to mingle, I'm left standing with Taylor, who is wearing a hot pink shirt.

"Nice color on you, Taylor," I say.

"Thanks, sir. Gail says this color really brings out my eyes."

At that, I roll my eyes at him.

"Ana should be here any moment," he casually mentions.

"Who?" I ask, trying to feign innocence.

He chuckles at me.

"According to Gail, she's single. If I'm reading between the lines, I don't think she's ever even had a boyfriend, but she's looking. She told Gail she's about to set up some sort of online dating profile." Shit! Fuck! Worse case scenario is I have Barney hack into her profile and delete it. But that's not a long term solution, Grey!

"Oh! Ana! That girl from the café? Well, good for her," I say dismissively to Taylor. He doesn't buy it. He just shakes his head at me.

"Yeah, her. The reason why you're at a bridal shower wearing a ridiculous pink shirt. And here she is now." I feel all the air leave my body when he makes that statement. I count to ten before I turn around and see her.

"Damn," I say to myself at the site of her. She has on a loose, off shoulder pink top but she didn't get the memo about the jeans. She has on a short denim skirt and a pair of pink wedges. She's a small woman, but the shoes give her added height, elongating her creamy, smooth legs.

"Yeah. Damn is right," he says as he waves her over. She looks from him to me, and then turn around to make sure he's no waving someone else over. She points to herself, and mouths 'me" to Taylor. He nods, and she finally walks over to us. On her way, she drops off a huge gift bag at the table.

"Hi, Jason. Congratulations!" she says giving him a warm hug. I just stand there like an idiot holding a pink drink. A waiter comes by and I grab a drink and hand it to her. I make sure to graze my finger on her hand. She blushes as she takes the drink and thanks me. I grab another drink for myself.

"Thanks for coming, sweetie. You're lucky I'm not your dad or I'd be giving you hell over that short skirt," he teases. I look down at those legs and I let out a groan. She's killing me.

"Well, that's a good thing. I should have saved this skirt for my evening plans. There's probably not very many dateable men at these things," she jokes.

"There might be one," Taylor says before nudging me with his shoulders. I'm going to kill him!

"Ana!" Gail says as she approaches us and gives her a hug. "I'm so glad you can come. Have you met Mr. Grey? He's our wonderful boss and is throwing this shower for us."

Ana turns towards me. Our eyes meet for a second before she looks away. I see that blush again.

"We haven't officially met," she says shyly.

"But I buy a muffin from her every morning," I say while extending my hand. I think that was the lamest sentence I've ever uttered. "It's nice to officially meet you. I'm Christian Grey." She puts her little hand in mine. As I wrap my large hand around hers, I swear that everyone just faded away and it was just the two of us. The first time I touched her, I felt a jolt of electricity. This time, it's as if I've been struck by lightening. I think she feels it too because she takes a sharp intake of breath before looking up at me. Our eyes lock, and it's just the two of us there in my back yard. She quickly takes her hand from mine, unnerved by what just happened.

"Uh, this is a great party, Gail," Ana says, now avoiding all forms of eye contact with me.

"Thank you! Mr. Grey here is footing the entire bill. He even let me have a party planner to help. He's just the best. And doesn't he look handsome in pink?" Gail says. Jesus! Can she lay it on any thicker? I shift under Ana's gaze. I involuntarily run a hand over my shirt, fixing any imaginary wrinkles. I think I even blush a little bit at her assessment.

"That's very kind of him," she says, now looking anywhere but at me. She takes another dainty sip of her pink drink. You can talk to me, Ana. But I know why she won't look at me.

"Oh, he's just the best, most generous person. We love working for him." Before anyone can say anything else, my two year old nephew, EJ, runs over and latches on to Taylor's leg, waiting for Taylor to put him on his shoulder.

"Tay!" he yells. I think Taylor is his favorite person, only because Taylor is so tall. Taylor swoops him up and put him on his shoulders. EJ's looking quite handsome in his pink polo and light blue jeans.

"Wait for your old man, son," Elliot says as he runs behind EJ, wearing a matching outfit. He reaches us, shakes hands with Taylor and hugs Gail. Gail introduces him to Ana.

The minute he sees her, I regret begging him to come to this party. He smiles at her, bows and kisses her hand. She giggles at his antics, but I notice she doesn't blush.

I immediately become upset. The fact that they're both single and looking automatically puts me on the defensive. Gail notices too because she takes Ana by the hand and tells her she wants to introduce her to some of her family. I admire Ana's legs as Gail leads her to a group of women.

"God damn! The things I would do to her," Elliot says as he watches Ana walk away. I'm ready to kick him the fuck off my property.

"Hands off, Elliot," Taylor warns.

"Oh, shit. Is she a relative of yours, Taylor? How the fuck can someone with your face be related to that slice of heaven. Shit!" He says.

"Shit!" EJ repeats. Mom is going to kill Elliot now.

"No, she's not related to me, idiot. Your brother likes her," he says. I look at Taylor and give him a look that would make most other adults wet themselves, but he just shrugs his shoulders.

Elliot looks at me dumbfounded.

"Are you serious? Her? That sweet, innocent looking girl? She ain't your type, brother," Elliot says to me.

"I should fire your ass, Taylor! And what the hell do you know about my type?" I fume, turning back to Elliot. His comment stings because I know it's true. I don't stand a chance in hell with a girl like that.

"The type who likes to be whipped, spanked, gagged, dominated. That type." The worst fucking time of my life was when this shit became public knowledge.

"Will you shut the fuck up?" I whisper to him.

"Fuck!" EJ says. I cringe at that. Mom is already ashamed of me. I don't need to add this to my resume as well.

"It's not like the entire world doesn't already know. I don't think she's into that scene."

"As if that's the only thing that can get my dick hard! And what makes you an expert in what she's into?" In my sick twisted fantasy, she's into those things. Worst case, she's not but lets me introduce her into that world.

"Dick!" EJ says.

"I'll take him to Gail since you two keep forgetting there's a two year old around," Taylor says before he takes EJ away from us.

"I'm actually looking for a real relationship. EJ needs a mother. You've only ever had contracts." I walk up to him, ready to kick his ass and ruin this shower. The audacity of this motherfucker telling me about myself.

"Yes, tell me more about me, Elliot. Please do. Since when did you become so judgmental?"

He backs up and raises both hands. Taylor runs back to us, ready to break up a fight if necessary.

"Fine, she's all yours, dude." I'm actually relieved that he said that. I never thought he'd be interested in Ana or I wouldn't have convinced him to come. He's usually into skanky blondes, not sweet angels like Ana. Elliot is actually a great guy. Unlike me, he's laid back, funny, and the life of the party. No girl looking for a real relationship would ever pick me over Elliot.

I don't answer him. I just nod. The three of us stand there and watch as Gail talks to Ana with EJ in her arms. EJ reaches over and Ana takes him in her arms. She smiles at him and he throws his head back. He grabs her face with both hands, and plants a kiss on her lips. Lucky EJ. Ana laughs and hugs EJ to her chest before spinning around with him in her arms. We hear their laughter and I feel something inside of me melt. This unknown feeling takes over me, and I feel as if I can just float away.

"Fuck, dude. She would have been perfect," Elliot says. "You're lucky I love your ass."

She's absolutely perfect. Just stunning standing there in my meadow, holding my nephew with the sun in her hair. No, she can never be EJ's mother, but maybe his auntie.

Yeah, right. Elliot is right.

EJ starts to wiggle in her arms, so she puts him down. He grabs her hand and leads her back to us, so he can go in his father's arms.

"I guess he wanted his daddy," Ana says nervously. She looks around and when I catch her eye, she blushes. "I, uh, I guess I'll go find Gail."

"I'm right here, Ana." Gail puts her arm around Ana's shoulder and I watch, wishing it were me with my arm draped around her shoulder, with her arm around my waist.

"So, Ana, as I was saying. Mr. Grey is not only throwing us this party, but he insisted on paying for the wedding and letting us use his private plane to go on our honeymoon." I wince at that. Gail is laying it on real thick, but there's a part of me hoping she'll be impressed. At least Gail failed to mention that I'm also paying for the honeymoon.

"And don't forget about our honeymoon to the Mediterranean. Two weeks of bliss," Taylor fills in.

"Oh, wow," Ana says with a blush. She's still not looking at me. "I'll be sure to look you up when I get engaged, Mr. Grey," she jokes. Taylor starts to cough, and Elliot starts to laugh like we're at a damn comedy show.

Gail gives each of them a nasty look and they both stop.

"Let's sit down for our lunch," Gail says, giving Elliot and Taylor warning looks. They're serving appetizers. It's assigned seating so just find your name on one of the tables. Mr. Grey, you're at the main table."

Gail takes Ana's hand, and we all follow them.

"I'll be right there. Gotta go change EJ," Elliot says. Good riddance.

I quickly find my seat at the main table. I almost faint when I see Ana take a seat next to me. I shouldn't be surprised, but I am. Gail and Taylor and their damn match making. Gail and Taylor are directly across from me, and Gail smiles at me when I catch her eye.

Ana fidgets under my gaze, but she gives me a smile. A genuine smile that makes my heart swell and ache all at the same time. I'm so lost in her eyes that I forgot to smile back. I simply stare at her. She clears her throat before looking away.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! When an angel smiles at you, you smile back!

A variety of appetizers are brought out, but I notice that Ana only nibbles on fruit. Mainly the green grapes. Finally, she's served a crab cake and she eats that. I look at Gail and point to more crab cakes, and before I know it, Ana's served another one, which she eats again.

I watch her during the entire meal. She has two more of those pink drinks, but she eats plenty.

"Can you get your nephew to eat, Christian?" Elliot asks as she drops EJ on my lap, and handing me his plate of mac and cheese. Before I can even respond, he leaves and goes back to his own meal. EJ is a picky eater, so it's always a struggle to get him to eat.

I bring the spoon to his mouth and he turns his face away.

"You gotta eat, buddy," I try to cajole him. He takes the spoon from me, and I think he's about to feed himself, but he puts the spoon to my mouth instead.

"You eat," he says and grins. I see Ana laughing at the exchange. EJ hears her and turns to her, and now putting the spoon to Ana's mouth.

"Eat," he orders. To my surprise, she takes him from me and sits him on her lap. She takes the spoon from him and puts it to his mouth.

"EJ needs to eat. Do you want cake, buddy?" She asks.

"Cake!" EJ says, clapping his hands.

"Then you need to eat before you can have cake, ok? You want some of my mashed potatoes?" She offers him some and he eats it. She smiles and leans down and kisses the top of his head before she continues to feed him.

I watch the entire thing as if it's slow motion. The way she talks to him, feeds him and wipes his mouth between bites of food, and rubs his back. She offers him some water out of her glass and he's ecstatic to use a big cup. At one point, he lays his head on his chest, and rubs his eyes. She pulls him closer and kisses his head again. Soon Elliot takes him and goes to put him down for a nap.

No, she will never be the mother of Elliot's children. Fate has already dictated who the father of her children will be.

The rest of the shower is spent with the women playing a bunch of silly games while the guys, me, Elliot, Taylor, watch. I've never heard of any of these stupid games, so all I do is watch Ana and get butterflies in my stomach every time she laughs or smiles.

She looks my way several times, catching my eye each time. The first few times, she'd shift in her seat, look over at me again to make sure I was looking at her. Our eyes locked each time, but she would always quickly look away.

I look at her legs, and moan at the fact that that tiny skirt hardly even covers anything. I caught Elliot looking at her legs once and I almost punched his teeth in. When he saw me scowling at him, he shrugged and looked away.

As the party is starting to wind down, Ana whispers something in Gail's ear. She points Ana towards the back door and gives her what looks like instructions. She walks past me and makes her way inside my house.

Gail calls my name and tells me to go, pointing towards the door.

What the fuck am I supposed to go do? Follow her in there and start an awkward conversation? She won't even talk to me.

I get an idea. I grab my phone and open the app for the security cameras. I find her standing in the middle of my kitchen, looking around. Just like in my office, she spins like a child before walking over and opening the fridge. She reaches in and grabs a grape, putting it in her mouth. Next, she pokes her head in the foyer before going into the formal living room. She runs her hand across the furniture and smells the flower arrangement on the table.

She looks behind her to make sure no one is coming, and tiptoes her way upstairs. That's when I step inside the house to catch my wayward guest. I continue to watch her, and she peeks in several of the guest bedrooms, before opening the door to the master bedroom. She looks behind her again, before stepping inside the room, and closing the door. I put my phone in my pocket and open my bedroom door.

She's like a deer in the headlights when she sees me. She stands there motionless. I wait for her to speak.

"Um, I was looking for the bathroom," she lies.

"There are four bathrooms on the first floor, and yet I find you here in my bedroom." I lean against the door.

"I, uh. I got lost." What a horrible liar.

"Now, why don't I believe that?"

She walks towards me, but I'm blocking the door.

"I'm sorry. Please excuse. I really need to leave now, Mr. Grey." She's nervous and fidgeting all over the damn place.

I move away from the door and stand right in front of her. I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me.

"I don't bite, you know," I say gently.

"That's not what I heard," she says. When she realizes what she just said, she gasps and looks at me. The fear evident in her eyes.

Just as I suspected. She's judging me.

"You came up here to nose around, so go ahead. You want to go in my bathroom and smell my cologne? Look under my bed? In my medicine cabinet? How about my closet? Maybe you'll find out when I keep my whip and chains," I taunt her.

"I'm sorry for coming up here," is all she says. The fear is still evident in her eyes, but she says nothing else.

She walks past me towards the door without saying another word. Just as she's about to reach the door knob, I grab her hand and pull her in front of me.

I push a stray piece of hair behind her ears. Her blue eyes are full of fear, and something else. Lust. Her eyes are full of lust.

"You're so beautiful, you know that? I've thought about you being in this very room for he past three months. And each time, I wanted to do this," I say just before l lower my head and kiss her lips.

She tastes of that pink drink, but it's her smell that over takes my senses. I don't know what it is. It's a mixture of vanilla, jasmine and Ana. I inhale her scent before putting pressure on her perfectly soft, pink lips. I knead her lips with mine, willing her to open her mouth and to let me in. As soon as she opens her mouth a fraction, I push my tongue in, overtaking her mouth fully.

I knew I was home the moment her lips touched mine. The moment she opened up her mouth to let me in, I knew she had to eventually let me into her heart, just like she was already in mine.

"Stop," she says as she suddenly breaks the kiss. "I'm not into," she begins.

"You're not into what? Being kissed?" I ask. I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her against my body. She places both hands on my chest and pushes me away.

"I'm not into the stuff you like. I don't want that." And now we're back to her not looking at me.

"How do you know? Have you ever tried it?" I challenge. Her eyes widen like saucers.

"I don't need to try it to know that I don't want to be whipped while on a do leach I've never tried anything in that department and I don't want my first time to be like that. Fuck! I've said too much. It's time for me to leave." She moves away from me and runs out of the room. I stand there like an idiot. Did she just tell me that she's a virgin? I have thoughts of rose petals, candles and a warm bath. A massage, hungry wet kisses, moans, rumpled sheets, and her whispering my name when I take her virginity.

I also have visions of her bent over my knees as turn her naked ass red for disobeying one of my orders. What I wouldn't give to be able to blind fold and handcuff her as I fuck her into another dimension, followed by me putting a collar around her throat for pleasing me so damn much.

I imagine lazy Sunday afternoons with us walking in the meadow, or making love in my bed as the rain beats against the windows. Bringing her home for Sunday dinner. Holidays. Birthdays. Barbeques. She's be by my side through everything. My lover. My submissive. My wife. My everything.

I run after her and she stops when I call her name.

"It doesn't have to be like that. We can take it slow," I tell her.

"I have to go, Mr. Grey. I don't want to be locked up in a dungeon and dominated. You think I want to kneel at your damn feet?"

"Is that what you think? Where did you get your information from?" I ask her. She's not wrong. I do want to dominate her, own her body, bring her to the brink of orgasm and finally watching her detonate around me. Yes, I want to walk into my bedroom and find her kneeling and waiting for me, but I think it's best not to admit those things now.

"I don't live in a bubble, Mr. Grey," she says. "I see you don't deny wanting to do those things." And I won't admit them either.

"I asked you where you did your research. Answer me."

She me in the eye and squares her shoulders. The fear is still there, but I she pushes it aside.

"I do have access to the internet. YouTube, sir. I admit, I didn't follow the story when it first came out, but all the best clips are on YouTube," she says before she runs out the door.

Yes, I know all about that. I could have my lawyers get them to take it down, but I won't. I'm not ashamed of it. I've told my side and people can choose to believe whatever the hell they want.

I follow Ana outside and she goes and hugs Gail, probably to say her good byes. Just as she's talking to Gail, EJ, who must have gotten up from his nap, goes running to Ana. I quickly make my way over there. Now that I've had a taste, I don't want her to leave.

"Cake!" EJ says to her with his mouth covered in frosting. He wipes his mouth on Ana's leg and everyone laughs.

She says something to Gail, hugs her, hugs Taylor and practically runs out before I can say anything to her.

"She ran out of here like a bat out of hell, C. Did she find your dungeon?" Elliot, always the idiot.

"Feel free to leave now, moron," I say to him. He pretends to act wounded before going over and getting a piece of cake.

"Don' worry, sir. I've seen to it that her car won't start."

"Jesus, Taylor. Do we need to go to these extremes?" And right on cue, Ana comes back looking panicked.

"What's wrong, honey?" Gail says as if she didn't just hear what Taylor just said. I've learned today that Gail is quite the manipulator.

"My stupid car won't start. My phone is dead. Can I charge it inside while I call AAA?"

"Don't worry about that, Ana. Don't leave yet. Jason will take care of the car for you. There's an indoor pool and the rest of the girls want to go swimming. There's a hot tub too. Come on! The party's just getting started. Come inside. Let's go find you a bathing suit." Gail doesn't give Ana time to respond. She winks at me before running inside the house.

"That Gail is a sneaky one, sir. She ordered to mess with the car as soon as you guys went inside. She's already figured out a way to get her to spend the night."

"She's scared to death of me, Taylor. She thinks I want to beat and dominate her. Why the fuck can't my private life remain private? She thinks that I'm some sort of sadist."

"Enough of the pity party, boss. Get her to see you differently. And you need to hurry. She told Gail she has a date tomorrow night," Taylor casually informs me.

I feel this anger begin to boil inside of me.

"Like hell she does," I say as I walk inside to go find my bathing suit.

A/N - Thank you for reading and reviewing. I hope to have chapter 2 posted by Sunday. Laters!