Stranger at My Door

CH 20: Christian

Shit! I did not come here to take my frustrations on her. What am I doing? A girlfriend, I got a fucking girlfriend, and she is shaking like a leaf in front of me. I came here to talk about her security and end up taking her body to regain some sense of control – like, like a demon out of control.

“Are you OK?” – What kind of Dom are you Grey? One that has a girlfriend I answer. I look down at her, sweaty and pink – me likes - I am not sure if that was my inner Jeckyll or my inner Hyde.

“Yes, I – Wow, Christian, that was Wow!” She is still shaking from the after effect – go Grey!

“We aim to please!” I reach over, pulling and twisting at her nipples - that was definitely my inner Hyde.

The delectable Ms. Steele sashays her cute tight little behind up to a shower.

I open the front door and Taylor is behind me immediately. “A full security sweep and figure a way to make that damned front door safe.”

“Sir”

 “Yes, she agreed to it and even if she didn’t that this apartment is definitely no secured” - that needs to be addressed, now.

“There are paps station outside GEH, SIP and -” he tilts his head toward a few across the street.

Well I suppose that picking up breakfast is not a good idea at this time. I send him to the café across the street instead to pick up some pastries, tea and head back into the apartment.

Anastasia comes down wearing a gray flowing skirt, her curves a shadow, peaking through the fabric teasing me. She has on a matching flowing wrap around blouse. The fabric has darker gray splatter patterns at the hem which thin into lines as the pattern moves up, it gives the impression that an artist dropped paint here and there, and then decided to draw a forest of shadows to curve around her body. I like it; it gives a hint of innocence, naivety, and sexiness all at the same time – I twitch my blood rushing south.

“You look great, Anastasia!”

“Ana, I prefer Ana and thank you I am glad you like it.”

I lean over and give her a chaste kiss on her lips. When she assures me that she is done with her breakfast;I escort her to her work.  

“Ana,” she looks at me and her bright sapphire eyes spear my soul, “there are some papparazzi waiting at SIP. Do not stop, do not answer their questions, and look to their shoulders to avoid a direct flash.” She giggles nervously and all I want to do is take her to my playroom.

 On the way there, Taylor and Rayan are not far behind. Ana animatedly explains how nervous and excited she is about the project she presented last week. I am not sure I follow all she is babbling about, mainly because I am worried about her running from me when she spots the paparazzi swarming around her. She is about to be thrust into my world – fucking paparazzi!

She causes quite the pap frenzy as they all jump, ask questions and flash pictures of us. I put my hand on her lower back and guide her in.

-          How did you meet?

-          Are you dating?

-          For how long?

-          What do you feel about his daughter?

My security team makes a path and we finally are inside without answering any of their questions. I think we should figure a way for Ana to arrive at a side entry. Maybe I should move their offices to the GEH building downtown. We make it to her office without interruptions and I close the door to give us some privacy – note to self, she should have a more secured and bigger office.