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The next morning Christian slept until 9:30. He showered dressing in jeans and a blue button up shirt. He decided not to shave this morning, so his face had scruff to it.

He walked downstairs, noticing Anastasias door still shut, and figuring she must be asleep still. When he got downstairs, Mrs. Jones was moving about the kitchen, cooking

him some breakfast. She knew his eating habits well, and cooked him some eggs, toast, and bacon, with orange juice to drink.

"Good morning, Sir." She said, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.

Christian nodded at her and returned the smile, "Good morning Mrs. Jones." Taking his seat at the table he looked over at her. "We'll be having another for breakfast. I have

acquired another sub to stay with me for a bit." He unfolded his napkin and set it in his lap.

Mrs. Jones was piling his scrambled eggs onto a plate and nodded at him. "Yes, Sir. What should I cook for her breakfast?"

Christian frowned upset that he didn't yet know Anastasia well enough to be able to tell her, her order. "You'll have to wait until she wakes up I'm afraid. I only just met her

last night."

Mrs. Jones was silent as she walked over, setting his plate and a glass of orange juice in front of him. "Thank you." He said, not bothering to wait on Anastasia to eat. He had

told her she could sleep in on weekends so he allowed her to.

Ana had slept longer than she had meant to. Last night after Christian left her room she went into her closet and looked through her clothes. He was right. There was clothes

in there for every occasion. She had even tried a few things on, standing in front of her mirror posing. If Kate could only see her now. She'd be so proud of her, she thought to

herself. When she finally had finished her one girl runway, she changed into a red silk nightgown (and that was the least sexiest one to choose from) and got into bed.

Surprisingly she tossed and turned all night. She had been uncomfortable with the way the night ended before. So when she woke up at almost 10 the next day, she leapt out

of bed and ran to take a shower. She hurried in the bathroom, putting her hair up in the shower so it wouldn't be wet from washing it, she ran a brush through it and threw on

a pair of jeans and blue V neck shirt that made her eyes look even bluer. Hurrying downstairs she could hear Christians voice talking with someone who she assumed to be

Christians cook, who he had mentioned to her last night. She shyly walked into the kitchen, awkwardly standing in the doorway, not sure what to do. She didn't know if he'd

still be mad at her or not.

Christian dabbed the corner of his mouth with his napkin as he looked up as Anastasia. Looking at her outfit and grinned. They were matching.

He stood pulling out the chair that sat opposite of him, "Sleep well?" He asked, still being a bit short with her from her attitude the previous night.

Ana slid into the seat quickly, wanting him to be pleased with her, and nodded at his question even though it was a lie.

Walking back to his own chair, Christian sat down again, picking his fork back up and eating some of his eggs. "I was unsure what you'd like for breakfast so I haven't told

Mrs. Jones what to make you." He gestured to the older woman in the kitchen. "Mrs. Jones, this is Anastasia Steele. She'll be staying with us until she wears out her