Paging Dr. Steele

Chapter 2: Uninvited Guest

This is my story--a fanfic I started in 2013. The first draft can be found on Fanfiction. However, my current updates can be found at https://butterflysaga.wordpress.com/journey-of-miles/paging-dr-steele/ which is my personal website. I keep finding my story added to Wattpad by other writers and have decided that maybe, if I add it myself, they will stop doing it, so here goes... 

I do not own Fifty Shades Trilogy or the characters. They belong to E. L. James. I am only exercising my right to exploit, abuse, and mangle the characters to MY discretion in MY story in MY interpretation as a fan. I hope you—as a fellow fan—enjoy it, too.

Chapter 02—Uninvited Guest

"Aren't you going to invite me in? I come bearing libations." He's here. Fuck, he's here. I'm trying to control my breathing and slow my pulse as I gaze upon the beautiful man who is Edward David. He's wearing a light blue shirt with dark blue jeans that are hugging not-too-tight in all the right places. His brown hair is combed back so as not to obstruct his beautiful big brown eyes and gorgeous chiseled features. I am struck dumb for a moment as I am temporarily teleported back to the time when those arms once held me and those lips did things that made me call out his name... Get a fucking grip, Steele! Are we forgetting who we're talking about here? You know, that guy that cheated on you and broke your heart when you were already dealing with bullshit? Yeah, him. Slam the door in his face. Show him what you think of him!

"Hey, Steele, who's at the door? Tell 'em to come in and join the party!" Phillip yells from the dining room. I am jolted from my trance and come back to myself.

"I have company, Edward..." I try to protest.

"I don't mind if you don't," he answers in that silky smooth voice. Then it dawns on me...

"You brought wine."

"Cabernet Sauvignon, if I remember correctly." He gently swings the bottle back and forth.

"My guests always bring wine to my dinner parties... but of course, you knew that."

Knowing that his secret is out, he confesses.

"I saw you at the Farmer's Market this afternoon. Once I saw your selection... I know your habits well, Rosie." Fuck! And here I thought I had gotten away.

"So you thought you'd crash my dinner party because I wouldn't return your calls?" I say with just enough salt in my voice to make him feel uncomfortable. He shifts on his feet a bit.

"I figure there's safety in numbers and maybe you would feel that way, too. " He drops his head a bit in a show of contrition.

"Ana?" Garrett has come up behind me concerned about my extended absence from my own party. Upon seeing who's at the door, he asks, "Is everything okay?"

I sigh heavily. "Everything's fine, Gary." I step back and open the door. "Come in, Edward."

He looks like he just won the lottery. I wouldn't be so sure, Mr. David. You haven't seen the other guests, yet.

"We have a 'do-drop,'" Gary announces as he returns to the dining room. I'm walking behind him with my head down, clearly flustered.

"Well, who is it..." Phil asks just as Edward is making his way into the room... and silence falls.

"Good evening, Ladies. Gentleman." Edward greets the party as if he were an invited guest.

"Edward." Al is the only one who acknowledges his presence.

"You know where the wine goes," I gesture towards the kitchen. Of course he does. Val starts in on me as soon as he is out of sight. "Did you invite him?" She asks incredulously.