I'm spent and in his arms, trying hard to bring my breathing under control.

"You sure know how to show a girl a good time", I breathe. The man flashes me a wicked grin and I giggle in response.

"I would say you're worth it", he smirks and I blush at his words. God, he's hot.

"Hopefully next time we'll be sober when this happens."

"Why is that?"

"Because you gave me a night unlike anything else. I just want it to be a lot more memorable."

"I can arrange that; on one condition."

"Oh?", I ask as I arch an eyebrow.

"You sit on top…and let me watch you from below." I gasp at his request and watch as he leans forward and kisses me again.

"My pleasure, Mr. Grey. Anything for you."

I wake breathing heavily, once again contemplating the dream I've had for the past few years. Three years had passed since I saw him last, the last man I ever felt a connection with…that left me without so much as a goodbye. I never learned his first name, or where he worked, and all-too-soon, he left me a mess. I've never experienced a night like that since, but I still can't help but wonder why he left the way he did. What we did was, amazing, but overall I knew it was too good to be true. If I had learned his name, maybe things might be different. But I'm used to men leaving, and Mr. Grey is no exception for my encounters. At least I didn't get too deep for the fall.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Ana.

Shaking my head at the memory, I rub my face in an attempt to erase the dream from my mind, sit up and place my head in my hands. Why did I let him get under my skin like that? Kate threw a party to celebrate her engagement to Elliot, a close friend of ours, and we ended up at a club where I met Mr. Millionaire himself.

He was attractive—very attractive—tall, perfectly toned to where it was obvious he worked out. He told me he was a businessman, although I don't remember what kind to be honest, and that Elliot just happened to be his brother. Of course, Elliot never mentioned that but quite frankly, I was too drunk to care.

After our introduction at the club, I started to feel dizzy and Mr. Grey helped me stand on my feet. Once I sobered up, I was met with an unusual attraction that I hadn't felt in a long time, and the next thing I knew, he was taking me upstairs. Talk about a compelling meeting; one I wasn't expecting to face.

We…bonded, and when I woke up the next morning, I saw that he was gone. I tried to find him, even asked Elliot and Mia, his sister, for clues but neither one of them could give me what I needed. So, I gave up, met with other men, fell in-love once or twice, and haven't seen Mr. Grey for over three years come September. Kate advised me to let him go and forget about it, but how was I supposed to when he gave me the most magical night of my entire life? Something that made me forget about everything.

Feeling frustrated and confused, I decide I've had enough sleep and decide to get ready for work. SIP is advertising a new author and my friend, Hannah, wants me to consult. Grabbing my confidence, I pick up a nearby dress hanging on a chair—no doubt left by Kate before she left—and head for the shower, desperately hoping to wash away my pain.

I drive my Beetle, Wanda, up at SIP, lock the car, and head inside. I head for the elevators, enter the security code, and walk inside once the doors open. The elevator stops temporarily as an older woman—English, I think, and one of the editors—steps inside and the doors close again. I nod my hello in her wake—I think she gets me—and she smiles in return. Once we reach my floor, I allow her to exit first and head straight for my office, where Hannah is waiting outside.

"Ana!", she exclaims, hugging me as she does. Hannah has been my friend for about five years now and is one of the people that helped me after Mr. Grey left my side and left my life. I hug her back tightly, happy to see a friendly face, and watch as Boyce Fox, the author we're advertising, steps into my view.

"Hey, Ana. Thanks for coming", he beams, shaking my hand as he does. I started reading his work about a year or so ago and honestly, he's one of the best things to ever happen to SIP. After some bad press about God-knows-what, we brought him in for a spark which then ignited into full-on success. After all the buzz, he became one of my closest friends and honestly, much like Kate, has helped with my one-night fiasco.

"Boyce, you know I work here", I joke.

"I know but this"—he says before waving his hand at his surroundings—"it's bigger than I expected."

"Well, you deserve it. Just remember me when you make it big."

"You can count on that."

Just then, Jack, my boss, exits his office and motions for my attention. Excusing myself, I head his way and after receiving his permission, enter the room.

"What is it?", I ask once I close the door.

"Some guy's on the phone for you. Said it's urgent." Furrowing my brow at this request, I pick up the phone and answer the call.

"Hello?", I ask, uncertain of who's on the other side.

"Ana Steele?", he answers. Why does that voice sound familiar?

"Yes, this is she."

"It's Christian Grey…we need to talk."