It's been five days and I can't get Anastasia Steele out of my head. Thoughts of her are even distracting me while I'm in important business meetings. I've gone over her background check more times than I'd like to admit, and I stare at her photo at night, I even find myself replaying the video feed of that night. She was my first vanilla lay, and I can't even remember it, but thoughts of her seem to be the only thing I can focus on.

I don't even know her, what is it about her that I find myself drawn to her.

I'll admit, I'm a little shocked that Katherine Kavanagh didn't post anything about my one night stand with her friend, using her source that didn't sign an NDA, but the article is only of the questions asked during the interview, nothing more. And nothing about my sexuality. The public knows nothing of our night together, which surprises me because she didn't sign the NDA so she is free to say whatever to whomever. I was at the point where I was going to offer her money, but if sex didn't convince her to sign, I didn't want to offend her further.

My question is, if she wasn't going to say anything, why not sign the NDA? Because you offended her, you jackass!

I'm in my home office now, once again going over her background check and staring at the photo attached.

How can I see her again?

Maybe if I invited her to dinner, something innocent... But I've never done that before, asked a girl out.

I'm normally not a nervous person, but it takes me longer than necessary to actually push the button to connect the call.

My heart is nearly pounding out of my chest as I wait while the phone rings and rings and rings...

"Hello?" She finally answers my call. I was beginning to think I would get her voicemail.

"Ms. Steele?"


"Ms. Steele, this is Christian Grey, I was wondering if you would join me for dinner tonight?" I'd much rather it be now, but I need to wait. Delayed gratification and all that. Plus, I'm sure she'll want time to get ready.

It's quiet for a moment, and I have to hold back my annoyance. I'm so use to woman jumping without hesitation, not to mention I'm not a very patient man. Maybe that is part of her charm, she's not affected by mine. Or she doesn't let on that she is.

"Why?" She questions my motives.

"I thought it would be nice."

"Nice?" She repeats the word I used and I can't help but smirk. "Is this about your precious NDA, Mr. Grey, because I've already told you I wont sign it."

"Not at all, Ms. Steele." I tell her. "This is simply a man asking a beautiful woman to dinner." A man who has never in his life done this before.

"I thought you said if I didn't sign, it would be nice knowing me?"

"I'd like to get to know you."

Again, I have to wait awhile for her answer.

"Okay?" It sounds more like a question than accepting my offer, but I'll take it.

"Great." I grin. "I will pick you up in about an hour."

"I'd rather drive myself."

I pull the phone away from my ear and crack my neck. This woman is proving to be difficult and not usually the type I go after. So why do I find myself chasing her now?

"Very well, Ms. Steele." I tell her once I've brought the phone back to my ear. "I trust you remember where my apartment is?"

"Your apartment?"

"Yes, Ms. Steele, I invited you to dinner and you agreed, remember." It's the lowest form of wit, but I can't keep the sarcasm from my tone.

"I thought we would go to a restaurant, you know, like a real date."

"I don't-" I stop myself from saying I don't date. "I don't want to be bothered with paparazzi." I say instead.

To be honest, I could care less if the paps get a photo of us together, but I'd like a bit of privacy with her. She confounds me and I'd like to figure her out without any distractions.


"I'll be expecting you in an hour, I'll have someone waiting in the lobby to bring you up."


Since no other words need to be exchanged, I hang up.

"What am I thinking?" I deeply inhale and release it slowly as I rub my face.

When I look down at the photo of Anastasia Steele, I know exactly what I was thinking.

I guess I have a ... date ... so I better get ready.


Taylor just went down to escort Anastasia up so I'm waiting in the foyer for her arrival. More like pacing the foyer.

This is so fucking weird. I've never done this with a sub. She's not your sub, Grey, and I don't think she ever will be.

I have showered, shaved, dressed in my best, and I have the music softly playing in the background. I bet Mrs. Jones was thrilled to be cooking for two instead of one tonight, I can only imagine what she and Taylor must be thinking. Probably that I've lost my mind. Anastasia fits my preferences precisely, however, she doesn't seem to have a submissive bone in her delectable body.

The elevator has just chimed and when the doors open it feels as if my breath has been taken away. She's beautiful.

Anastasia is wearing a plum dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, her delicate feet are clad with matching stilettos that make her fine, fine legs seem longer than they are. When she lifts her head and I see her eyes, I feel whatever breath was in me being forcefully knocked completely out of me.

What is she doing to me?

"Good evening, Mr. Grey." Her sweet voice greets me as she steps out of the elevator. "Or should I call you Christian?"

Hearing my given name come from her lips has my heart doing this strange fluttering thing. It's never done that before.

Only family and Elena call me by my given name, and as weird as it sounds, coming from a brunette no less, I find myself liking it.

"Christian, please." I tell her, then nod to dismiss Taylor. I only just now notice him.

"Christian." She smiles a breathtaking smile.

"Would you like a glass of wine?"

I can't help but chuckle when she raises her brow, because this started with us drinking too much.

"I'm going to have a glass of white wine, would you like to join me?"

"Just one." She tells me in a serious tone and holding up her finger to stress her point.

I lead her towards the breakfast bar where Mrs. Jones is adding the finishing touches to our meal.

I leave Anastasia to walk the few steps to my cooler and instead of choosing a wine, like I suggested, I find myself choosing a pink champagne to match her blush.

After I grab two flutes, I make my way back to Anastasia. I find it comforting when I see her ringing her fingers together. So it's not just me who is nervous.

I give her a reassuring smile as I open the champagne.

"It's pink." She squeals in delight when I fill our glasses.

"It is pink." I agree. "I choose a champagne instead of a white wine, I hope you don't mind. This is a 1999 Anné Rosé, and it tastes delicious."

I wonder how thé Anastasia Rose tastes, and if I have tasted her sweet nectar that night. I find it hard to believe I was that drunk not to remember anything.

"I'm sure it's fine." She tells me, and I frown a little confused so she explains further, "I know it's hard to believe, with how we met, but I rarely drink, and I've never been that drunk before. Frankly I have no desire to ever be so again."


"Shall we sit?" I offer, gesturing towards the table.

I help Anastasia with her seat, then I sit in mine. Mrs. Jones immediately serves us then leaves the room to give us privacy.

"So," Anastasia begins after she's taken a sip of her champagne. "How many employees do you have?"

"Over 40,000." I tell her simply.

"Wow." Her eyes nearly bug out of her skull. "That's a lot of employees, but I meant here, at your home."

"Oh." I wonder why she's asking, and then I realize she's asking about Susannah. "The woman you met that day, she... It's complicated."

"She's your girlfriend?!" She shrieks, mortified with what we've done.

"No." I quickly correct her. "I don't have a girlfriend, I don't do the girlfriend thing."

"But you were with her? She wasn't your employee."

"Nothing happened between us yet." I assure her, avoiding her questions.

"So you're a playboy then?"

"No." I find myself correcting her again. "Anastasia, as I've said, it's complicated, and without the NDA I can't explain it further at the moment, but I'm not a playboy, I'm very monogamous in my relationships... Well... I guess it doesn't look that way from the circumstances we've found ourselves in that morning, but I can honestly say that has never, and I mean never, happened to me before."

"I can understand that, it's never happened to me before either."

Her innocent blush reminds me she's never done that in more ways than one. How could this girl have been a virgin at her age?

While we eat, I wonder if I took her hard that night. From the looks of my bedroom and the way we were in the elevator and foyer, up until we reached my bedroom, it certainly looks like it was a rough fuck. But her comment about me not being very good at it... I get that she couldn't remember, but her pussy very well should have. I would think she's had bigger, but I am well above average. Not to mention, she was a fucking virgin! Perhaps she played with herself a lot.

As I continue thinking of the possibilities of that night, I begin to get uncomfortably hard. I try to adjust myself so it goes unnoticed.

I continue to think about that night; how many times was I able to make her cum, was responsive, or did she made me work for it. She seems quiet, but I wonder if she was a screamer. She didn't know my name, so if she did scream, I wonder what it was that she was screaming. Perhaps it was just incoherent affirmatives.

I've never had vanilla sex before, I can't remember it, but I find myself wondering what it would be like if I did remember. I would never have vanilla with a sub, because most end up falling for me anyhow, and I don't want to give them any incentives or ideas that we could be more than what I want. Does that mean, if I had vanilla with Anastasia, that I want more with her?

Her being here the way she is, as a date, suggests that I am willing to give her more, but how much is she willing to give me.

Selfishly, I want her, it's part of the reason I offered sex in exchange for the signed NDA. But now that she's here, her innocents in daylight, I feel like a monster. A monster who took her virginity, her innocence. But as often as I've watched that CCTV footage, I know she wanted it just as much as I did.

"You're very quiet." Anastasia's sweet voice breaks me from my thoughts.

"Huh?" I look up. "I apologize, Anastasia, I'm not use to this."

"Eating?" She's teasing me.

"Dating." I correct her.

"We're not dating, we're just eating." She corrects me. "Don't think, just do."

I laugh when she makes a show of taking her last bite, like she's teaching me how.

"If I did that, we wouldn't be eating." Shit, I said that out loud.

"We could dance?" I suggest, hoping she ignores what I said. I've already offered sex and she turned me down.

"I'm not much of a dancer, but I do love this song."

I take a moment to listen to what's playing, hearing the beginning of Frank Sinatra's Witchcraft.

Standing, I hold out my hand for her and then pull her to stand.

I lead her to the middle of the great room and pull her close just as Frank starts crooning.

Those fingers in my hair

Anastasia moves her hand from my shoulder to thrust her fingers into my hair. I resist the urge to close my eyes at the amazing feeling, keeping my gaze on her perfect blue eyes.

That sly come-hither stare

She may be innocent, but she's giving one helluva bedroom eye look.

That strips my conscience bare

I'm not sure how much more I can take. We're swaying to and fro, as close as possible, looking directly into each other's eyes, and it's lighting me on fire.

It's witchcraft

Of that I am convinced.

It feels hot in here with her this close so I stop our dance for a moment to take off my jacket. Usually I like as many layers as possibly between me and Mia when we hug, she's been the only one this close to me up until now, but with Anastasia I feel my whole body heat up and it makes me want to take off all my clothes, and hers. I want her closer. The feel of her tits brushing up against my chest is almost too much for me to handle, and when her nipples harden, I feel my control waver.

We continue to sway, following the rhythm as we glide across the room.

I lean down, nuzzling her hair with my nose, and then slowly glide my hand down tot he small of her back so close to her ass.

"Why am I here, Christian?" Her husky voice brings me from my thoughts just as the song changes.

"We're... on a date." It was almost not hard to say this time.

"But why?" She continues.

I pull away so I can answer her.

"Because..." I sigh and decide to tell her the truth. "You're here because I can't stop thinking about you, Anastasia. I don't know what it is, but I feel like I'm incapable of leaving you alone."

"Then don't."

"You don't realize what you're saying, Anastasia."

"Enlighten me."

"I don't do romance." I warn her.

"You seem to be doing a pretty good job." She makes a show of us dancing and glancing back at the table we just vacated.

"It seems I only do hearts and flowers for you." I laugh a little at myself. "Still, my tastes are very... singular. Usually. But it seems, once again, not with you."

"Show me." I whispers.


"Isn't that why you invited me here? To have sex."


"You wont do anything with me because I haven't signed your NDA, is that it?"

"No, it's not about that." She is too good, too pure for my Playroom. But we didn't go to my Playroom the first time...

"You said if I signed it, you'd make love to me. Is that past tense now?"

"Anastasia," I chuckle because she's trying so hard, not knowing her effort is not needed. "I don't make love. I fuck. ... Hard."

"Okay, let's do that."


"You wouldn't sign because I offered sex, now you want to sign for sex?"

"What can I say, I've had time to think about it. Besides, I lost my virginity and now I can't remember my first time, I'd at least like to know what sex is like. And you're not as much of an cocky asshole as you were last time."

"You don't know what you're asking for."

"I know exactly what I'm asking for." She reaches up and kisses me.

"Do you want me to sign?" She asks against my lips.

"Fuck the paperwork!" I growl and then attack her mouth.

I don't know how we ended up in my bedroom, and I don't even remember taking off our clothes. We fall onto my bed, and I can't keep my hands and mouth off of her body. I have to kiss her, touch her, anywhere I can reach her. My hand travels south and soon finds her pussy. I growl feeling how wet she is for me, my finger easily slips inside.

Pumping my fingers in and out of her, enjoying the feel of her sex squeezing my fingers, it's making me want to be inside of her even more.

Kneeling up, I grab a condom from the drawer that I only recently added, not wanting another one-night stand mishap to happen.

She's watching, her eyes wide and innocent as she takes in my size. I smirk, remembering her comment about it.

"See something you like?" I move my hand up and down, up and down, slightly jacking off and putting on a show.

She licks her lips and then bites down on that plump delicious looking bottom lip. This causes a bit of pre-cum to leak out of me.

Fuck, I need to get this condom on and fuck her already.

Quickly, yet efficiently, I put the condom on and then fall down on top of her. I line myself up with her warm, wet entrance and slowly push myself inside of her, wanting to feel each and every inch of her.

"Ah!" She squeaks when I'm fully inside.

And that's when I realize, we never had sex. We must've passed out before the deed was done. Which means, I've just now taken her virginity.

"Fuck, Anastasia-"

"It's okay," She understands what this means, that she was a virgin up until now.

A lone tear falls from her eye so I wipe it away with the pad of my thumb.

"Does it hurt?" An odd question coming from a dominant, but I don't want to hurt her.

"No," She answers tightly. "It feels... strange, a little painful, but good."

"Good?" I check, pleased that she is being honest with me.

"Good." She assures me.

"I'm going to move now, okay?" I warn her.

She nods and swallows hard, preparing herself.

"Ooaah." She moans as I thrust back inside slowly.

I pull out and push back in once more just as slowly and again she moans. Since this is her first time, I want her to feel good, special, like she deserves.

Once she's use to me, I really begin to move, thrusting and grinding into her. I'm so focused on her, I don't notice that she wraps her arms around me. I nearly cum at her touch. No one has touched me in so long, and never while having sex. I nearly blow my load remembering the video footage of us that night. She touched me then too.

Needing her to cum, I play with her clit. She is dripping wet, so I slip out and replace my dick with my fingers to get a bit of natural lubricant.

"Christian," She breathes when I enter her again, this time playing with her clit. The build up is too much, she needs to let it go. She is tense and tight.

"Cum, baby." I tell her, "Cum for me."

And she does. Beautifully.

I manage to get her to cum twice more before I can't take it any longer. She is already so tight and each time she cums her walls are squeezing around me like a vice.

Collapsing next to her on the bed, I take off the condom, knot it up and then toss it on the floor.

We passed out for a reason that night, she wasn't meant to lose it like that, not to a one and done. But, that's what this is supposed to be, right? Not if I have anything to say about it. I've already become addicted, she is my drug, and I will never get my fill of her. I want more. I need more. I have to have more. And more I will get.

I roll over to face her, she is glowing, shinning with a thin layer of sweat covering her beautiful body. She's smiling, happy and sated.

"Anastasia," I call her attention and wait until she is looking at me. "Be mine." I ask her.

The End...

That's all I wrote for this one, guys. It was only a small 3 chapter fic with an open ending... and I thought I would share it with you.
Thanks for reading & reviewing, as well as overlooking my mistakes. -SdS