So a guest reviewed my last chapter and said I need to give Ana more of a backbone. I wish I knew that person's name so I could dedicate this chapter to them. So this chapter is for them. :) Enjoy!

A few days later - Wednesday - I went in to work with a clear mind. I have not heard from Elena Lincoln since that one phone call and I couldn't be any more relieved. Dealing with my boyfriend's ex-fiancee is not on my priority list right now, so I'm just going to focus on my career and my life as it is.

Thinking of Christian puts a smile on my face, but I hide it quickly so I don't look like an idiot for smiling at nothing. I saw him Sunday evening when he came by for dinner with Elliot and Kate. We all decided to stay in for our next date night to avoid any possible interruptions from other exes. I still can't believe that woman had the nerve to come up with an excuse to show up on a double date with her ex. Like come on lady, have some decency and some class here!

At my desk I'm reading through some documents when my desk phone rings. I finish the sentence I was reading through and answer the phone. "Seattle Independent Publishing, Anastasia Steele speaking."

"Ana?" Claire's voice says.

"Hello Claire, how are you?" I ask happily. I've been so busy I haven't had much time to socialize much at work that I haven't been able to say more than two words to any of my fellow co-workers and friends.

"I'm good, Ana, thanks for asking." A short pause. "Um, I have Elena Lincoln out here for you."

I'm sorry, what?! I haven't spoken a word of or to this woman since her call to me on the weekend and now she suddenly shows up at my work? But then again, it's Christian's work too; he owns the damn place. Why would that woman just show up at SIP and request to see me when I made it very clear that I wanted nothing to do with her?

I sigh and tell Claire to give me a moment. I give myself just that to collect my wits and my thoughts and walk out to the front lobby where I find Elena Lincoln looking as gorgeous and perfect as ever in her skin-tight capris pants, black cowl neck and three-inch black stilettos. Her hair since in a beautiful golden halo around her face and her make-up is done perfectly. I begin to feel intimidated that I discreetly straighten my back and push my shoulders back.

As I approach her she reaches her hand out to me since I'm not the first one to do so. I reach out and she squeezes my hand with a tight grip and I bite my tongue to resist the urge to wince. She smiles at me but I don't return it. I thank Claire and she goes back to work right away.

"Miss Lincoln, what can I do for you?" I ask cordially.

She pulls me farther away from the reception desk and looks around for any on-lookers. "Hello Anastasia, it's lovely to see you again." I can see the fake niceness in her eyes.

"Just tell me why you're here, Miss Lincoln, I have work to do."

Her expression goes from nice to serious in a second. I steel myself quickly so she doesn't see how bothered I am by her presence.

"I'm sure I made it very clear to you that I want you away from Christian," she says in a menacing whisper.

"And I'm sure I've made it very clear to you that I have no intention of doing so."

"You're a homewrecker," she growls at me. I wasn't sure how to feel at being called such a name. I mean sure, it's kind of true, but to actual hear it from this woman's mouth makes it all the more worse. I didn't intentionally walk into Christian Grey's life and demand he break off his engagement. He did it all himself.

"For your information, I did not seek the man out." I step in her face quickly. "He came to me." I turn on my heel and head back for my desk through the double doors, feeling a bit better than my last encounter with that made-up Barbie bitch.

"Well he won't be staying!" Elena shouts back at me but I keep going without breaking stride.

Back at my desk I slump into my chair and drop my into my hands on the desk, frustrated. Why is this woman so fixed on keeping Christian and me apart? I mean, I know people need time to get over the pain and heartbreak from a breakup - especially engagements - but I don't think this woman is out for closure; she's out for blood - my blood. I'm not sure if I should even say anything to Christian since Elena Lincoln hasn't given me anything to really worry about. But maybe a slight mention of her coming by wouldn't hurt so much. I pick the phone and dial Christian's private number.

"Grey," he answers.

"Hi," I say, still unsure if this is a smart idea.

"Good morning, baby," he says happily. "How are you?"


A pause. "Are you alright, Ana?"

"Um, I'm not sure."

"What does that mean?" The confusion isn't lost in his voice.

"E-Elena came by to see me."

For an agonizingly long moment he says nothing. With each second that goes by where he says nothing, my heart sinks even further. I hope he says something sooner because I feel like I'm about to explode with every emotion I can come up with.

"What did she want?" he asks in a voice that suggests he's trying to keep calm.

"She -" I stop and sigh. "I'm sorry, Christian, I shouldn't have called. I just needed to hear your voice."

"What aren't you telling me, Anastasia?"

"Nothing to worry about," I lie.

"You're lying." How does he know?

"Christian, I -"

"Do I need to come down there and discuss this in a public office?" he asks. Just by the tone in his voice, I know he's dead serious.

"N-No -"

"I'll see in five minutes." He hangs up. I hang up the phone and slump further into my chair; first Elena now Christian. This day just keeps getting better.


On the elevator ride up to the top floor of the SIP building, I mentally prepare myself for what Christian might have ready to talk to me about when I get to his office. I step off the elevator and walk down the hallway where I find Taylor standing outside the door. He watches me approach the door and opens it for me and I thank him as I step inside. I look over and find Christian standing by the large floor-to-ceiling window looking over Seattle. I walk over and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my cheek against his back.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Christian asks, confusing me.

"Tell you what?"

He turns around and I unfold my arms when I see the look on his face. "Why didn't you tell me what Elena had called you last week?"

Damn it. "I...Elliot suggested I say nothing since she never threatened me."

"But she's my ex, Ana," Christian says, raising his voice. "You should have said something."

I take a step back and get a better look at him. "She insisted I meet with her and I told her no, I had no reason to see her."

"Ana -"

"She's trying to keep us apart, Christian," I snap, cutting him off. "We've been together for a few days. Now all of a sudden I've got a woman hounding me to break up with you."

Christian looks down at the floor and shoves his hands deep in his pockets. For a minute I think he's thinking this through but then I see his face. It's written with worry and concern.

"Are you?" he asks.

"Am I what?"

"Breaking up with me?"

I roll my eyes much to his dislike, but I'm too upset to care. "Shouldn't I be asking you that since I'm the one she wants gone?"

He sighs. "Ana, I've already told you...she's in the past." He steps towards me and takes my hands in his. "You're my present and hopefully my future."

For a moment I think about walking away to avoid looking in to those beautiful grey eyes, but instead I crack a smile which he returns. I let out a small chuckle and wrap my arms around him again, holding him close. I may not know what's happening between Christian and Elena, but it's their business - no matter how much I want to know about it. He's clearly not ready to share anything so I'm not going to pry.

I feel warm fingers under my chin as they guide my face up to Christian's. He leans down and kisses me chastely and I respond immediately. I move my arms up around his neck and he wraps his around my waist, holding me close. At first the kiss starts off soft and slow but it quickly escalates to want and need. I know it's only been a few days, but it's not like I'd be losing my virginity to this man, or him me. I lost mine back in college after getting drunk with a good friend. I'll let it go there; it was pretty awkward after.

Christian guides me backwards until I'm pressed up against his desk where he lifts me up and sits me down on it. Without breaking our kiss, I push his jacket off his shoulders and he pulls my shirt up and over my head, throwing it somewhere in the office. I feel his warm hands explore my body while mine remain cupping his face, holding him close to me. I then feel one of his hands roam up my right calf and rest on my thigh. His soft, expert lips gently begin nipping the sensitive skin on my neck and I let out a soft mewl and I'm rewarded with a satisfied groan in return. Christian's hand continues moving up my leg but this time it moves in between both of my legs, and just as it cups me...

A knock at the door. Christian growls loudly and hurries me to dress while he shrugs his jacket on. When he checks on me he calls for the person to enter. Taylor opens the door and in walks Elena Lincoln. Jesus, this woman doesn't quit.