Who Would've Thought

Chapter Three

"Christian," she tested. He enjoyed how his name rolled off her tongue.

He watched as she glanced around the lobby again, whispering words resembling "wow" and "holy shit" as she fidgeted with the strap of her bag. He guided her to the elevator.

The woman at the front desk, who he had never seen before, scanned Ana in dismay. He glared harshly at the judgemental woman and watched as she flushed a dark pink.

"Mr. Grey," a night-shift security guard crossed in front of them.

The dark-haired guard nodded at Christian and his eyes widened in desire at the sight of Anastasia.

"Have a-a good-dnight," the guard stuttered, his gaze glued to Ana's conspicuous dress. The girl next to him giggled at the man's fumble, making Christian chuckle too, although he was mildly fuming at the security guard.

Christian punched the elevator button with his finger and shoved his hands into his pockets. His night had turned out vastly different than he expected. The girl next to him shook him to his core. She was a blonde, a trait he normally had no desire to pursue, but with her it was different. She was funny and witty. He had no regrets asking her to get in his car.

The pair strolled into the waiting elevator. Ana pressed the penthouse button and smirked when she noticed him watching her. He waited until she noticed the elevator wasn't moving.

She started to tap her foot impatiently on the marble floor. He bit the inside of his cheek.

"Why aren't we moving?" She finally asked. She glanced around the cabin and impatiently jabbed at the button again.

"You know you fidget too much?" He reached his arm in front of her and typed in the penthouse security code.

"Fancy," the girl tutted. "At my place, the only security I have is my downstairs neighbor's Rottweiler."

"Fancy," he witted back. The space was hot as he eyed her. She was watching the numbers climb on the screen above the door, biting her lip, a habit that was starting to drive Christian crazy.

He trailed a lone finger up the side of her arm, her gaze falling to his face. His mouth watered.

"Stop biting your lip," he whispered. He gently grabbed hold of her chin, forcing her teeth to let go of her plump bottom lip.

"Why?" she whimpered, the desire he had was reflected in her eyes.

The air grew still, like the moment before a lion pounced on its prey.

He pushed her back against the wall, slamming their bodies together. He heard a small cry before he silenced her with a searing kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, while he cradled her face with one hand. He lifted her right leg, causing her dress to bunch around her hips. Their energy pulsed and brought the temperature of the cabin up to the highest degree. He groaned at the taste of her delicious lips and she gave a satisfying tug on his hair in response.

Before he knew it, the elevator dinged, signaling their arrival on his floor. He pushed away from her, staring down at her flushed face.

"Come," he took her and guided her into her apartment. She let go of his hand hastily and wandered over to the floor to ceiling windows.

"Does it ever get old?" She glanced over her shoulder, "This view?"

"I don't know," he observed her surveying the room. He found her child-like expression of wonder amusing and humbling.

"I don't pay much attention to it anymore. I guess I've become desensitized to it."

"Desensitized to this?" She was astonished, sweeping her arms to gesture her surroundings. "I could never," she shook her head.

"Are you hungry?" He walked into his kitchen. He left her to study the view. If he wasn't admiring it, someone should. "Yea," she yelled after him.

He grabbed a wine bottle and two glasses from a cupboard and placed them on a silver tray. He then searched the kitchen for strawberries and chocolate. He found a pot and filled it with water, placing it on the stove and setting the dial on high. He put a bowl inside the water and poured the chocolate in. He waited until he heard the soft pattering of her feet to open the bottle of wine and pour a generous amount into the two glasses.

"You like chocolate strawberries?" He asked her without looking up.

"Mmhmm," she replied. He peered up at her and smiled when he saw her eyes were still glued to the cityscape outside his windows.

"You've ever been up this high?"

She looked at him. "Maybe when I was younger and my dad took me to the Space Needle, but I don't remember it well," she mumbled. He paused, dipping a strawberry into the melted chocolate.

She sidled next to him to watch what he was doing and then jumped on top of the counter next to the stove. She reached over and picked up a glass of wine, slowly testing the taste.

"This is good," she looked down into the glass at the pinkish drink. He chuckled.

"Do you drink wine often?" He made light conversation.

"Nah, Kate, my roommate, and I usually stick to the harder stuff sold down at the bar."

"Oh, you have a roommate?"

"Yea, Katie Kat, I love her and I hate her," Ana snickered as she took another sip of her wine. Her face contorted into a look of bliss before she set the glass on the counter.

"Does she do what you do?" He asks carefully.

"What I do?" She bit her cheek, shoving her hands under her thighs.

"Yea, you know," he made a general motion with his hand in the air.

"You're afraid to say it, aren't you?" She laughed. "I wouldn't take you as the type of person to beat around the bush."

He shrugged.

"Yes, to answer your question, Kate also does 'what I do,'" she quoted him.

He finished the strawberries and blew on a couple to harden the shell. He held one up to her.

"It might be hot," he sighed. His eyes probed hers expectantly.

She leaned forward and took a bite, chocolate and strawberry juice trickling from her mouth.

He leaned forward and licked the juice at the corner of her mouth. She braced her hands on his chest as if to push him away. He leaned back, a smug expression resting on his face. She looked surprised.

"What was that about?" Her eyes twinkled.

He shrugged, forgetting the strawberries as he nudged his nose against hers. He felt like he was on fire.

She pushed him back slightly, holding a chocolate strawberry up to his lips. He grinned, taking a bite. He could feel the strawberry juice and chocolate run down his chin, but he didn't care. All he was focused on was the way her eyes were dilating.

He watched as she lifted a hand to his belt, and he knew what she wanted to do. He wanted it just as bad, maybe more, but he stepped back from her. He didn't want to be like all the other guys she had been with, even if he was paying her.

Hurt flashed quickly in her eyes, disappearing before it registered to Christian.

"Do you want me to leave?" She jumped down from the counter. "Usually a guy wants to get started within the first fifteen minutes…" she trailed off.

Christian stared at her. "No, I want you to stay the night, but I have some work to do before I head to bed."

Ana's face transformed into disbelief. "Work at," she glanced around not finding the time. She grabbed his wrist, reading the time off his watch. "Three in the morning?" She finished her question.

"Work never sleeps, not when there are millions of dollars on the line," he started packing up the leftover strawberries in a container and placed them in the fridge.

Ana finished her wine and then started on his untouched glass.

"You mind if I take my boots off?" She swayed out of the kitchen. He followed close behind her. "So where did that Taylor guy go? And Gail? Is she your housekeeper?"

"They have their apartment that's connected to mine."

With her boots off, she shuffled to the wall of windows. He admired her silhouette outlined by the bright lights of downtown Seattle.

"I'll be in my office for about half an hour, do you want to sleep or did you want to watch TV?"

She turned to him in surprise. "You really want me to stay the whole night?"

He lifted his hand to the back of his neck. "Yes, Anastasia."

"I guess," she paused, her hands fiddling with the bottom of her dress. "I'll watch TV until you finish whatever you need to do."

He beckoned her with a flick of his hand, and he guided her down the hall to the media room.

"Wow," she whispered. He watched as her blue eyes swept across the room. When she caught him staring at her, she blushed.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "I'm just not used to this kind of stuff."

When he joined her again, she was sound asleep on the leather sofa, a sitcom playing on the television. The overhead lights had been dimmed, a soft warm hue blanketing the room.

Christian brushed the side of her arm, tracing freckles until he reached the top of her shoulder. He hoped that it was enough to wake her.

He scanned her face. The small pout on her lips and the way her eyelids fluttered intriguing him further.

She slowly cracked her eyes open, a slow grin forming on her face as she spotted him sitting beside her.

"Hey," she hoarsely whispered.

"Hey."

Her eyes moved to the screen in front of them, and she chuckled at the show.

"I've never seen this episode," her face lit up. He followed her gaze, only to find a show that was unknown to him. He snapped his stare back to Ana.

"Do you like Friends?" She inquired, turning her face towards him.

"Friends?" He asked confused. "I mean, yeah, I like the idea of having friends, but when you constantly have no time…" he trailed off at the sound of her boisterous laugh.

"You're hilarious, you know that?" She had the biggest smile on her face. He was ensnared in her baby-blues.

"Why do you say that?" he smiled at her, confusion clouding his mind. No one had ever told him that.

"The show is called Friends," she gestured to the television, a giggle erupting from her. "How have you never heard of Friends?" She asked in disbelief.

"Oh," he shrugged his mild embarrassment off, "I never have the time to watch TV shows."

"Much like how you apparently have no time to make friends in real life?"

"I'm a very busy man, Anastasia." His gaze pierced hers.

She bit her lip once again as her giddiness died down and leaned forward, stretching out a hand to slowly trace his jaw.

The air between them was silent other than the low buzz coming from the speakers. Tension curled its grasp around both of them.

He watched in a sleepy haze as her hand trailed down his body in slow strokes. He relaxed against the couch, not finding the will to stop her this time. "Ana," he sighed, his breath rushing out fast at the feel of her hand teasing his lower stomach. She gave him a heavy look.

A free spirit, he thought. All the while, she was a caged bird who had resigned herself to the fate of living in her cage for the rest of her life. Despite that, he could see the need for freedom in her hooded eyes, which often flickered between him and the sitcom. Giggles flowed out of her lips as she slid to the ground between his knees.

She unhooked his belt, running her fingers along his throbbing length. His mind was blurry, his eyes feverish.

She gripped him in her hand, inching her lips closer until she was able to swirl her tongue around the head. He flexed his hands on the couch, his senses fixing completely on her. She sucked him fully into her mouth, a little at a time, building the tension he felt in his lower back.

"Oh, Fuck!" Christian hissed. Ana had started bobbing her head up and down, occasionally skimming her teeth lightly over his shaft. She sucked him firmly, and he was savoring every second of it. His nails dug further into the leather, holding on as tight as he could. Every so often she would giggle around him, and he would feel the vibrations work up into his torso. It amazed him, what she was doing while she was listening to the TV show. He couldn't focus on a single thing other than her mouth.

She sucked him in deeper, hollowing out her cheeks. She slid her hand down his shaft and gently stroked him.

It was a matter of seconds before he arched off the couch, his hips thrusting hard.

"Ana!" he bucked into her mouth one more time, taking in her darkened stare. He shivered in his release, grabbing her head. It was then he realized she was wearing a wig, the feel of the fake hair brittle under his fingertips.

She sat back on her haunches, giving him a small grin, before wiping her mouth and turning to face the television once more.

He led her into the bedroom, figuring if he was never going to see her again after the night, he should at least enjoy it fully. She smiled at the sight of his room.

"I'm beginning to believe minimalism is your style," she said, taking in her surroundings.

"My tastes are very singular," he said eyeing her.

She giggled as she dropped on his bed, leaning back and staring at him.

He was fully prepared to lunge at her, but his phone had started buzzing in his pocket.

Christian groaned out loud and pulled out his phone. He glanced at Ana, "I won't take it."

She laughed, "Who's calling you this late at night?"

"My brother. He was throwing a party earlier in the night, that's actually why I got lost. I'm sure he's just drunk dialing."

He leaned forward, his intentions of kissing her well known.

His phone started ringing again. Ana leaned back.

"You should probably take it, just in case he's in some kind of trouble." She bit her lip, concern etching her eyes. He found it funny that she was concerned about someone she didn't even know.

He nodded. "I'll be right back."

He walked out of the bedroom, and down the hall to his piano. He sat on the bench and answered.

"Elliot, what do you want?"

"Yo! Bro!" Christian had to pull the phone away as music and his brother's yells echoed loudly into his ear. He knew Elliot was being stupid. There was no point in taking the call.

"You shouldn't have left!" Elliot slurred with a laugh.

"It's almost four in the morning, is there a reason why you called?"

Elliot's voice lowered to almost a whisper. "Oh, did I wake you?" His older brother snickered. "Shit, I had no id-idea it was four. I must be plastered."

"Look, if your only reason for calling was to tell me I shouldn't have left, I need to go." Christian sighed.

"Wait!"

"What, Elliot," he said exasperated.

"I have a girl here who you might like…. you sure you don't want to come back over?"

"Goodbye Elliot."

"Wait! Christian."

Christian hung up the phone, rolling his eyes at his brother's antics

He jogged to his bedroom, hoping Ana hadn't fallen asleep. He opened the door, only to see Ana had disappeared. He quickly looked back into the hallway, but it was empty.

Slowly, he worked his way over to his en-suite. The door was cracked open.

He quietly pushed it open, catching Ana's reflection in the mirror. Her natural brown hair cascaded down her back.

He couldn't tell what she was doing bending in front of his sink. Raged surged through him. Drugs. That's what she was doing. It had to be with whatever the white thing in her hand was. Memories of his birth mother flashed in his mind.

He slammed the door the rest of the way. Ana jumped up, hiding what she was holding behind her back as she faced him. She was blushing furiously.

"Hi," she squeaked. He didn't let her innocent look deter him. Christian knew what she was capable of.

"What are you doing?" He demanded.

"Oh, um, nothing."

He was going to have to kick her out. Quelching the disappointment growing in his stomach, he sighed.

"Look, I do not want drugs in my house. You need to get your things and get out." He reached for her arm, taking hold. He started walking her to the door.

She brushed him off with a strong shove.

"I don't do drugs. I stopped doing drugs when my dad died." Her eyebrows were furrowed in anger.

He stood in front of her, confused. "Then what's behind your back?" He wrapped his arm around her, grabbing her hand and pulling it between them. Christian forced her fingers open and took the offending object. He looked down, studying it.

"This is dental floss," He said bewildered.

He swept his gaze to her face. She was flushed.

"Yeah so?" She stole her floss out of his hand. "You fed me those strawberries and chocolate. I'm trying to clean up. You know, you shouldn't neglect your gums." She turned back to the mirror, pulling out a string of floss.

Christian was thoroughly embarrassed for assuming she was doing drugs. He straightened his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, you can continue."

"Thanks," she rolled her eyes.

His mouth tilted in a small smile. "You shouldn't roll your eyes at people."

"Ok, dad. I can't do drugs and I can't roll my eyes, what else can't I do?" She rolled her eyes again just to spite him.

She leaned forward, lifting the dental floss to her mouth. He gazed at her, and he realized then that he felt happy.

"Why are you watching me?"

He looked down, "I'm going." He shuffled back to the door. He paused at the entrance to his bedroom. "It's just that very few people surprise me."

She turned to face him, leaning against the sink. "You're lucky. Most of 'em shock the hell out of me."

He smirked and went to close the door, but stopped short.

"By the way, I like your brown hair better than that blonde wig." He gave her a heavy look before he left her alone in the bathroom.

Hot water beat against his back, the shower creating a vapor around his vision and thoughts.

It was nearing five in the morning. He hadn't slept for a while, but it wasn't unusual for him to stay up all night.

He finished his cleaning and turned off the shower, opening the glass door and draping a white towel around his waist.

Christian glanced at the mirror above the sinks, remembering the floss encounter with Ana. He shook his head.

Ana lay naked in his bed, a picture of peaceful sleep. Her brunette locks covered the pillow beneath her head.

He meandered to his closet, changing into a pair of boxers before he made his way to the king-sized bed.

He slipped underneath the covers, slightly unsure of sharing his bed with the woman.

Christian shuffled on the mattress, slipping an arm underneath his pillow, and turned to gaze at Ana.

The city and moonlight streaming through the window outlined her in a soft glow. She was simply beautiful.

He had known her for less than five hours but felt like he had known her for years. She was pure-hearted yet dangerous.

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