Fifty Shades Of Grey: My Years With Elena #Explicit [Fifty Shades] #fanfic

THE AFTERMATH

I stare at my phone. In all the time I've known him, Christian has never hung up on me. Hell - there were times when he was practically glued to his phone whilst talking to me.
A little role-play phone sex always got his juices flowing...
My core spasms at the memory which just triggers a flood of jealous rage. I storm off blindly, not particularly looking where I'm heading and I suddenly find myself at a dead end in the preparation area, which is now being used for storage. A large number of staff are milling about, collecting all the empty glassware, cutlery, plates etc., and stacking them neatly on long tables covered with white linen tablecloths. At the end of the nearest table to me, sits a large white wicker basket, with spare envelopes, pens and paper used for the auctions and my mind reflects back to the bidding war over Anastasia.

Leave. Her. Alone.

Christian's harsh words reverberate inside my head. How can I leave her alone? She has the one thing I want most in this world.

Of course I'm not going to leave her alone!

And on top of that she thinks I'm some kind of Paedophile! At the very least I deserve to be heard out and to tell her my side of the story. Christian obviously hasn't told her everything about what our relationship was really like and how much I helped him, otherwise she wouldn't have called me a child molester!
I grab a pen and paper and scribble out a note to her:

I may have misjudged you. And you have definitely misjudged me. Call me if you need to fill in any of the blanks – we could have lunch. Christian doesn't want me talking to you, but I would be more than happy to help. Don't get me wrong, I approve, believe me – but so help me, if you hurt him...He's been hurt enough.
Call me:
(206) 279-6261

I pause at the bottom. How do I sign it? Elena is too friendly, Mrs. Lincoln too formal. And then inspiration strikes.

Mrs. Robinson.

Perfect.

I'll readily admit even I found that funny when Christian told me. The Graduate is one of my favourite films. Mrs. Robinson was hot, sassy, sexy and seduced a college boy. Not quite life imitating art, but if Anastasia wanted to call me that, I was more than happy with the comparison.
At least it was better than Mrs. Child-Molester.
Grimacing, I put my note in the envelope and seal it.

"Can I help you with anything, ma'am?"
The name of my alter ego being said so huskily makes me jerk in surprise and for one fleeting moment I think Christian has had a change of heart. Instead, I am met with a pair of twinkling hazel eyes, set in a handsome boyish face and framed with dark blond hair.
"Umm..." I begin hesitantly. He smiles warmly at me, revealing two very cute dimples in his cheeks. "I need to get this note to a guest here, and for certain reasons I can't hand it to them myself."
"I can pass it on for you if you like, ma'am? I'm very discreet." He offers in the same rich, smoky voice.
I don't know whether it's the alcohol, hormones or just the result of a very shitty evening, but I can't help being drawn to him.

And I definitely like the way he says ma'am...

Images of what I can do to young men just like him, flash through my mind at warp speed, making me wobble slightly and he reaches out a tanned arm to steady me. His white shirt pulls against his arm, revealing a large, tight bicep. He definitely has potential...
"Ma'am? Is everything okay?"
I pat his tanned hand reassuringly. "Thank you, yes. It's just been a long and exhausting day." I screw my eyes shut momentarily. "Do you happen to know who Christian Grey is?"
"Of course!" He beams. "I was actually talking to one of his guys earlier. We go to the same gym."
I brighten immediately. "Well, isn't that a nice coincidence? If you could hand your friend this," I quickly scribble Anastasia's name on it. "He'll be able to pass it it on."
"No problem, ma'am. Leave it with me."
"Thank you, you are very kind." I let out a sigh. "Now, I just need to get a cab and get out of here."
He tilts his head to one side and looks disappointed.
"What?" I ask in response to his look.
"Well, the fireworks start soon. If you leave now you'll miss them, and I believe they are going to be something else."
I laugh mirthlessly. "Believe me, I've had more than enough fireworks for one evening."
He smiles and nods, then grabs an envelop, scribbles something on it and hands it to me. "You look like you need a friend and I'm a good listener. Call me if you ever want to talk."
I gasp totally taken by surprise. It's the only moment all evening that someone has actually been nice to me. I look again into his warm hazel eyes.