Stranger at My Door

CH17: Ana

We walk out of the playroom, hand in hand towards Christian’s bedroom. I am wearing his robe, and he is in his worn down jeans. My hair is messy and I am sore in areas that I never realized could get sore. It is an amazing realization that I enjoyed everything we did in that room – What does that say about me? Did I enjoy it because it was with Christian? Do I have a kink loving inner goddess? If I liked this, what else would I like?

I stop in my tracks and steal a peak to the man descending the stairs by my side. Christian is an amazing specimen of a man, there is a small sheen of sweat covering his torso; it highlights the lines around his muscles. When it comes to Christian Grey, I am a nympho – I just cannot get enough of the man. He turns toward me and kisses my hand; it is a simple gesture that makes my inner muscles clench.

“Are you alright?”

At that moment I realized I have stopped in middle of the staircase and I have been staring at him as if the answers to my questions can be deciphered in his beautiful gray eyes.

“I enjoyed that a lot more than I thought I would.” My confession is shy and soft. However, Christian’s reaction is to grab me like a rag doll and kiss me passionately.

“Anastasia, you have no idea how happy that makes me. Come, time for a shower and then…” He looks at me nervously “… would you like to join Christy and I for dinner tonight?”

It is obvious that this place no longer impresses Christian he does not even slow down as we cross the great room. There is an expanse of large windows panes at the opposite side of the apartment; there are no curtains that I can discern and the ceilings are extreme; perhaps about three levels high. The apartment is decorated in white: white modern furniture, white walls, and white stained wood floors. The only color in the great room is provided by the black piano and the incredible vistas of the city below. The space needle is prominent at the distance; it seems that all I have to do is reach over and grab it in my fist - I am in awe.

After a shower, Christian drops me off at home in his Audi R8; it is a fast sport car that fits his larger than normal persona.

“I like your car, but Wanda has my heart.” I smile at the memory of him twisted like a pretzel inside my dear car. He smiles back, the engine roars, and Christian accelerates beyond a point my poor V-W can reach. “Be careful, will you! There is no need to get into an accident to make a point.”

“You are safe with me baby,” he winks at me and eases into traffic. Springsteen’s “Hey little girl is your daddy home…” fills the car.

“I laugh and sing along ‘I got a bad desire, I’m on fire’” The rest of the drive continues with us talking about music and the playroom. Also, we decide that one of Christian’s security detail will give me a ride since Wanda is deemed unsafe as far as Christian is concerned.

Once inside my apartment I come down the high that being around Christian gives me, I cannot believe that a hunk of a guy like him is interested in someone like me; I am ordinary, with crazy hair and eyes too big for my face. I do some breathing exercises before calling Kate because I know she is worried about me.

“Annie, you were a mess. Are you sure you want to continue to see him?”

“Yes, I understand your concern, Kate, but we are fine now. All relationships have up and downs.”

“So are you in a relationship now?” It is obvious that Kate is worried about me. She is definitely not happy about the situation, and I have not even mentioned anything about the red room of pain!

“Well Kate, tell me about your day with Mia and Elliot.” Her voice relaxes; she tells me all about eating at a club; and about going shopping for shoes with Mia. It sounds like they are getting along well enough.