On The Run

Chapter 4

Bright and early the next day, Christian was sound asleep in the guest room of Jose Rodriquez's place. The furniture that Christian ordered for the new place, all but temporary, was on backorder, and he wasn't looking to sleep on the floor. Since Jose was gone, it was the place to be, till he heard a crash that woke up out of his sound sleep.

"What the fuck?" The agent slipped out of bed, reached for his gun from his holster him his jeans, and crept through the house quietly. Christian checked the basement as well. It was all clear.

The crash came again above him. Christian remember Jose said something about a loft in the garage. Quietly, Christian had crept quietly out to the garage, finding the stairs located to the left of him. It was kind of hidden. If he hadn't know about the loft, he wouldn't have ever know it was there. Christian took the stairs two at a time making as little noice as possible.

As Christian came to the top of the steps, he saw someone, a woman, on the floor, looking through something. He couldn't see her face, just her long cascading brunette hair glowing down her back. She was delicate and petite from what he could see, but in his line of work, he knew looks could definitely be deceiving.

Special Agent Grey held his gun up and pointed it at her. "Stand up slowly, hands in the air, and slowly turn around."

The woman froze for a moment and steadily she rose up to her with her hands in the air. Christian couldn't help himself, he was checking her ass out. It was perfectly plump  for her small shape and size. It was flawless, it would fit his large hand completely. Then again, he wasn't here to find that information out.

Grey moved closer to her. "Don't move." He patted her backside up and down, lingering on her ass too long. It was just as he expected. I'm such a pig, he thought to himself.

The women stepped away, feeling uncomfortable being touched in an intimate manner.

"Turn around." Christian ordered, shifting around. He'd become quite uncomfortable in his pajama bottoms.

Whirling around to face Christian, the woman was totally taken by his beauty. He had dark hair, blue eyes, his nose was slightly crooked and no shirt. She noticed the hairs on his chest. She couldn't help but to give him a thorough check over, all ridges and valleys. She'd never seen someone so beautiful before. She even glanced at his waist, noticing his burgeoning erection. Was that because of her? She couldn't help but bite her lip, looking him over once again. This was not going to work if she liked her captor.

Christian resisted giving her a pat down of her front side. His gut said she didn't have a gun but he still needed to be on guard. His eyes travelled up her body, the round globes of her breasts, and then up to her eyes. Her eyes were so blue, he knew he'd be lost in them if stared long enough. "Who are you?"

"I'm Anastasia Steele, Jose's sister. And you are?" Her voice was soft and delicate.

"Josie's sister? He never mentioned a sister." Christian was bit skeptical now, he stepped back and held up his gun at her. "Who are you?"

Suddenly Anastasia feared for life and she bolted for the stairs and Christian reached out to her, wrapping his hand around her thin frame, and pulled her to him. He had no choice but to drop the gun as he wrapped both arms around her.

"Get off of me!"

The two struggled for a bit and went round and round knocking things over. Anastasia's foot abruptly connected with Christian's. It was enough that he let her go and she went for the stairs once again, but Christian managed to grab her foot, pulling her to him. The pain in his foot was throbbing but he shook it off.