Chapter 5

• Suddenly the door swung open, and Ana gasped. It was the man from the black tie event. The man who was staring at her. Did she leave with him? How come she couldn't remember?"
• "It's you," I said slowly, to which he nodded. Glancing about the room, I watched as he grabbed the chair in the corner before dragging it over to the bed. I was relieved to find that he sat in that chair than on the bed beside me. I felt myself blushing as he continued to stare into my eyes. It seemed as if he was looking for something. I don't know what it was, but I was curious as to if he found it. Opening my mouth, I was about to speak, only to quickly inhale when he grabbed my right hand, and kissed the top of it.
• "Are you alright?"
• Looking into his open, and honest eyes, I didn't know if it was the soft bed, the quiet setting, or his calm demeanor, but I felt myself collapse. I was horrified to break out in tears, but seemed unable to stop them from coming out of me.
• "Hey, hey, it's okay," he whispered to me. I felt the bed dip before he pulled me closer to his side. I barely knew this man, yet I felt more comfortable with him that my husband.
• Oh God, Jose.
• Pulling away, I wiped my face.
• "I'm so sorry. It's just, I've been stressed, and I don't remember much, and now I'm in this lovely room, and bed, which I assume is yours otherwise that would be weird-"
• "It's definitely mine," he supplied while smiling at me softly. Nodding my head, I tucked some hair behind my ear, and spoke.
• "Thank you. By the way, I'm Anastasia Rodriguez. But I go by Ana." I watched him as he studied my face, and I couldn't stop the shiver that ran up my spine when he said his name.
• "Hello Ana. I'm Christian. Christian Grey."
• I knew my eyes were wide as saucers. I heard of the man, but never met him up close, and personal. From what everyone told me, it didn't seem to fit the man. They said he was private, and very arrogant. Could be brutish, and insufferable. There was also talk of him running in illegal circles, specifically gun trafficking. I would always snort whenever Jose's friends would dare to throw stones at anyone. Just last month one of his buddies were caught trying to plant drugs on a teenager leaving his part-time job. Thank God for the camera's or else that kid would be in jail for God knew how long.
• I honestly thought they were talking about the beast than an actual man. He didn't seem that way at all. Cautious, yes, and very observant, but I didn't feel anyway about him. My silence must have made him think a certain way because he spoke quickly.
• "You're safe here, with me that is. If you feel that you need more protection I can-"
• Reaching out, I placed my hand on top of his, resting on the bed. I shook my head before smiling shyly.
• "No, thank you, Christian. I am fine." I paused before asking him how I got here.
• "You don't remember?"
• Frowning, I tried to think back.
• "How long have I been sleeping?"
• I tried to not be affected by Christian's strong, thick fingers rubbing against my wrist that wasn't bandaged, but that was proving to be difficult.
• "You've been asleep for only a day."
• At that, my eyes widened. I tried to shuffle out of the bed.
• "I'm sorry, Christian but I have to go. My husband is probably worried sick-"
• "I told him that you were fine."
• Pausing, I glanced at the man. I could see a hint of arrogance. It was fleeting, but it was unmistakable.
• Ah. So, this is what everyone was talking about.
• "Oh, really? What did you tell my husband about his missing wife?"
• Not missing a beat, he stood up, before sliding his hands in his jeans.
• "That she was working on a project with me. That it was for my company party. Since your husband is the new police chief commissioner, I assume you plan events and parties, yes?"
• Nodding dumbly, I waited for him to continue.
• "So, that's what I said. And that you, and my brother were going to be working closely together, along with a team."
• "But, I'm not."'
• "You could be."
• Looking once more into his beautiful eyes I let myself dream for one minute. Of the possibilities this man could give me. I wasn't stupid. I saw how he looked at me that night. But I knew nothing could come of it.
• Could it?
• Breaking eye contact, I shook my head, and changed the subject.
• "I do remember. I was at the party, left, hailed a cab, then-"
• My eyes widened