Note from MrsGrey101: Sorry for not posting yesterday, I've been contemplating and deciding just how much further I want to take this while staying true to A and C. Please keep the reviews coming, I love reading your comments.

By mid-afternoon, I haven't had a second to myself. Jack as promised has practically had me tied to my desk all day, the piles of manuscripts that keep finding their way on to my desk is fretting to topple on to my half eaten lunch which lays going to stale beside me.

I've been waiting all day for a response from Christian but my e-mail, open in front of me, refuses to reward me. I never really had myself pegged as needy but these last couple of days I've never wanted anything more than to have all of Christian's attention. I resent the fact that he works so hard despite the rewards that it clearly brings.

I want a simple life. That's it, that's the key to my happiness. Just me and Christian, we could live in a cardboard box and I'd be happy. None of this crap matters.

"Ana!" Why does he feel the need to shout every time he wants my attention?

"Yes Jack!" I smiley sweetly, he can't seriously have any more for me to do.

"My office now"

I unwillingly take to me feet. Is this guy for real?

I'm waiting outside SIP for Christian. I'm excited to see him; I have butterflies in my stomach. I've been playing last night over and over again in my head. My subconscious has been clad in black leather all day reading "How to Snare your Man and Keep Him Tied Up" all day.

At 6.10 the SUV finally pulls up to the curb. He's never kept me waiting before. I've had a tough day juggling the demands that Jack has asked of me. He wanted everything five minutes ago.

Taylor climbs out and opens the door for me.

"Thank you Taylor"

He gives a subtle nod of his head. Hmm, I wonder what his problem is.

Christian looks every bit of his usual gorgeous self. His head is up, rule number four, check. He looks happy.

"Good evening Ana, did you gave a good day?" I can hear the playful hint of sarcasm to his voice.

"Yes, thank you, busy, but good; you? How was the world of mergers and acquisitions today?"

"Good, same as it always is"

I feel like we're playing some sort of game, we're waltzing around each other, neither one of us moving in time with the music. It's almost like we're complete strangers who happen to be sharing a car.

I stare out at the oncoming signs of dusk settling over Seattle and ride the rest of the journey home in silence. Tonight I'm going to show Christian just how much I'm willing to try.

As we ride up in the elevator, I decide that now is the time to let him in on my plans.

"You've made me angry"

I can sense his body lock with what, excitement, confusion, anticipation?

The atmosphere is palpable.

"Do you want to know why?"

"Only if you see fit to tell me; you are entirely within your rights not to"

Not the answer I was expecting.

The doors slide open onto the foyer. I step out and walk away from Christian, heading towards the bedroom; I pause and turn to check that he isn't following me, not yet, a little later, he can wait, there are some things I need to do.

I gesture for him to make his way into the grand room.

"After dinner. I expect you to be waiting. Laters", I grin at him.

Once safely in the bedroom, I begin my hunt, I know I've seen it here. I carelessly pull open the drawers to the dresser containing my clothes, yes, there it is. Now to go with it.

I shower quickly and towel dry my hair, it hangs loosely, in a light wave around my face. Perfect.

I take in the look in my eyes that stare back from me from the mirror, I can see the tension in them; I'm beginning to feel nervous, unsure. I look like a slightly wild caged animal, too petrified to do anything. I've been waiting for this all day. I cannot back down; this is just going to take some getting used to.

Ughh, why did I tell him I was angry? I am a bit, but surely it would have just been better to test the waters tonight and see what happens? I can't ask him what I'm meant to do now, allow him to train me, I have to be prepared. I refuse to show him that this might just be too much for me to bare. Try? I promised.