Fifty Shades Deeper

The Date

"Kate, you'll never believe it!"

An elated Anastasia threw open the door to the bedroom where her roommate snuggled against her new beau, nude. Regardless of their current state of dress, she jumped onto the bed, standing over the couple. The college senior danced on the mattress, a look of pure glee consuming her face. It was infectious and Kate Kavanaugh found herself unable to get upset as she watched her best friend's happy dance.

"I have a date with the Christian Grey!" she screeched. "He just called me and asked me to go out with him tonight!"

"Wait, the same guy who made you cry not two days ago?" Kate sat up furiously, almost exposing her boyfriend. "Ana what were you thinking?"

"He was nice in the end. And he's taking me to one of the most exclusive events in the city," her excitement quickly turned to a dull whine.

"He treated you like shit because you kept my appointment. It's not like he had anything else planned!"

"You'd have to meet him to understand."

"I don't have to meet him to understand that he's a dick and you're too good for him!"

"Too good for a billionaire?" Kate's companion interjected, only to be met with a stabbing glare from both women.

"Anyways," Kate continued "I wish you would have turned him down. If he was this much of a dick to you over the article, imagine how much worse it'll be later."

"When he asked me he was very polite – the perfect gentleman even. Besides, it's just one date, if it goes south I'll go to the bathroom and call you."

"Do you promise you'll call if you even have the slightest indication that he's an ass?"

"I pinky promise," Ana leaned down, extending her little finger to her best friend, who hooked it with hers. "Besides, it's a free meal."

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For some reason, every first date meant a new suit, a fact that Eliza had grown to hate about Grey. They were at yet another suit fitting, though his tailor almost certainly had his measurements memorized by now. Eliza stood off to the side, holding both of their things in an awkward pile, watching as her boss stared at himself in the mirror. The tailor looked very pleased with himself, despite this suit being nearly identical to all of the ones in Grey's no doubt massive closet. She almost couldn't believe he was going to all this trouble for a date with a college student.

She couldn't judge him. Once upon a time, she would stand on her tailor's podium practically being sewn into dresses for events. It seemed she never wore the same dress twice, because she didn't. A new dress for every occasion was quite wasteful but she felt it was every bit as necessary as his copious amounts of suits. Now, from the outside looking in, she realized how ridiculous they must seem, having their closets packed with clothing they only wore once.

It was impossible for her not to wear her disdain on her face and Grey noticed her expression from the corner of his eye. "What is it this time?" he called over his shoulder, not even bothering to look back at her.

"What?" she wasn't aware of her expression.

"You look pissed today," he finally turned, stripping off the suit jacket his tailor had been so attentive to. "So what's up?"

"Do you really need a new suit for this?" her annoyance was evident in her voice.

He laughed. "I seem to recall you had a new dress every time I saw you."