A Few Shades of Steele

Chapter 5: Part 1

I scoop Anastasia up in my arms cradling her to my chest as I load her into the car laying her down on the seat as I awkwardly strap a seatbelt across her. I tilt my head to the side for a second looking at her she looks peaceful her brown hair sprawled across her face her lips parted slightly as she lets in and out steady breath. She looks so innocent, why can’t I get my mind off her. I shake my head slightly as I climb in the front next to Taylor who is finishing up an email seeming not to notice the passed out Miss Steele in the back seat.

            “Where to sir?” he asks turning on the car.

            I glance back at Ana, “The hotel Taylor,” resting back on the seat running my hands through my hair closing my eyes as we ride back to the Heathman. What have you gotten yourself into Grey?

            Taylor pulls into the parking garage as I climb out of the car with Anastasia in my arms making sure I don’t hit her head against anything. She moves a little curling into my chest mumbling something I can’t make out. I suppress a smile as I carry her through the lobby, getting a few stares as I wait for the elevator.

            As we get on the elevator I feel like Taylor is trying to figure out what is going on with me and I and going to let him try to figure it out because he probably has a better idea about it that I do.

            “Do you need anything sir?” Taylor ask as we enter the living room area of my suit and I take Anastasia towards the bed.

            “Pick up a new outfit for Anastasia,” I smile slightly placing her on the bed, “something I would like. You can get it in the morning.”

            Taylor nods briefly, “That all sir?”

            “That’s all Taylor,” I put Anastasia under the covers as he leaves.

            I throw my jacket off as I sit at the desk and try to put a dent in the emails I have been avoiding. I go into my CEO mod, but it is hard to stay there know there is a beautiful woman in my bed, and her tossing and turning isn’t helping either.

            I glance or at her wearing a face of discomfort as her hands weakly push on her jeans mumbling again making out the word off. How could I not think of that? I go over to her throwing off the covers my eyes roaming her body; her shirt has slid up showing off her stomach. How I wouldn’t like to warm it up with the end of a riding crop and make it a nice red. Control yourself Grey.

            I shake my head slightly as I pull off her socks then slowly unbutton her jeans pulling them off letting me see her perfect legs. Legs I would like around my neck, sometime soon. I like my hands brush against her skin leaving goose bumps before I pull her jeans completely off and cover her back up with the sheets as I let my mind wonder a little sitting in one of the uncomfortable hotel chairs watching her.

            She looks much more peaceful as her turns on her side curling up wrapping the blankets around her. I run my finger over my lip getting lost in thought. What do I want from her? To be my sub? But I have never chased after a woman like this my subs have always found me; I have no idea what I am doing. I feel like I am walking on ice.

            ‘Christian,’ Anastasia calls my name. I glance over at her still sleeping. I smile slightly; she talks in her sleep that could be useful.

‘Come back,’ her arms spreads across the bed as she says this. I frown at what is possibly of what dream is going through her head. Well if the me in her dream isn’t giving her what she wants the real me will.

I strip out of my shirt and pull a white v neck along with some grey sweat pants as I gently slide into the bed with her keeping some space between us as I prop myself up on my elbow glancing down at her hair spread out around her face contrasting with her fair skin. She moans slightly as she tosses again into my chest I freeze as she curls up into it.

I slowly slide an arm under her head and wrap my other one around her shoulders playing with a lock of her hair as I feel her relax in my arms. I smile slightly as I let myself sleep with her in my arms.