Tell Me

BY : Karen-Cullen-Grey
Category: A through F > Fifty Shades Trilogy
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Disclaimer: Fifty Shades Trilogy and its characters belong to E.L. James. I make no money from it. For entertainment purposes only.

Tell Me

Chapter 1: Anastasia Steele

Edited by me; all remaining mistakes are mine.


I’m Christian Trevelyan Grey, and proud to be my father’s right-hand man here at Grey Industries. I never knew just how much my life would change with the hiring of one assistant. And change, it did.


My father, Carrick, was CEO, and I was head of sales and marketing. Together, we made a formidable team. Recently, my father had hired a new assistant named Anastasia Steele. She was shy and quiet, and I was smitten at first glance. I found myself making up excuses just to walk by her station, needing to see her beautiful face. When she’d catch me, I’d smile, and she blushed and looked away. Tonight my father was holding a work party so we could get better acquainted with the new hires, and I couldn’t wait to see her again.


The music was loud as I entered the ballroom. We had quite the turnout. I knew I should be chatting with all our new employees, but all I could think about was her. I spotted her across the crowded dance floor, and couldn’t keep myself from smiling. I made my excuses and headed her direction, stopping at the bar for a drink. I took the opportunity to quietly watch her. Seeing her every day and not being able to touch her was driving me insane. I loved her smile; it lit her up from the inside.


I slowly raked over her body with my eyes, starting with her tiny feet in those silver stilettos. They were the stuff of my dirty fantasies, thoughts of them digging into my ass while I took her on my desk swirled in my mind. Her legs went on for miles, and her beautiful breasts were practically spilling out of that strapless dress she was wearing. She was simply stunning. Our eyes connected and I was done for. Fortunately for me, she seemed just as affected.


That’s right, Anastasia...keep looking at me. You know you want me just as much as I want you. Don’t deny your feelings, baby.


I nursed my beer as we continued to stare into each other’s eyes. You could cut the tension between us with a knife.


I held her stare, that was until her boyfriend reclaimed her attention by putting his arm around her. Startled, she looked away. Damn that Jose Rodriguez. He didn’t know it yet, but she would be mine. And soon.


I continued walking their way, ignoring the fake blonde with fake tits, Elena, who called out for me. I was on a mission and I walked right past her, never breaking my stride. I was getting closer and I could tell Anastasia sensed it. I watched her pause to look in my direction. I returned her stare - who was I to deny her?


As I approached the group of people she was standing with, trying to decide how best to approach her, and what did I hear? The men were busy chatting about sports, completely ignoring their dates. Especially Jose. He had the most beautiful woman in the room on his arm, and his mind was on sports? Really? This was going to be easier than I thought. He was doing an excellent job of looking like an ass all on his own.


I leaned in next to Anastasia and introduced myself, startling her out of her boredom. “Hello, I’m Christian Grey. You must be, Anastasia Steele. My father just raves about you.”


She smiled, happy that someone was finally including her in a conversation and held out her hand.


“Yes, I’m, Anastasia. So nice to meet you officially, Mr. Grey.”


We stared at each other just a touch longer than socially acceptable, our hands still clasped. Her jackass of a boyfriend didn’t even notice.


“Please call me, Christian,” I replied, gently kissing the back of her hand before I released it.


“Christian,” she whispered back, still looking in my eyes. That finally got her boyfriend’s attention. Jose turned my direction, angrily looking for whatever guy was obviously hitting on his girl. Not that I cared. His expression changed quickly when he realized who I was, and he stuck out his hand in greeting.


“Hey, Christian. I see you’ve met my girlfriend, Anastasia.”


“Yes, I have. So, are you two enjoying the party?” I inquired, still staring at her as if he wasn’t even there.


“Yeah. It's nice to mingle with your co-workers after a long week. Getting to know each other, you know?” he blathered on. What in the world was Anastasia doing with this idiot?


“I couldn’t agree more,” I replied with a wink at Anastasia, who just blushed. I needed to get another beer, so I excused myself, but not before whispering in her ear, “You may be with him now, but you won’t be for long. Not if I have anything to say about it.”


Grinning, I walked back toward the bar, pausing for a moment to glance back at them. Her boyfriend, still oblivious, had turned away from her again. She deserved so much better, and I was going to give it to her.


I went to the bar and got my beer, standing there watching the couple as they, or rather, he talked to his coworkers. Ana fidgeted beside him. You could tell she was bored and didn’t want to be here. Suddenly, my view was blocked as Elena stepped in front of me.


“I don’t like being ignored, Christian. Not after the fun we had last night,” she purred as she ran her fake nails up and down on my chest. I was about to swat her fingers away when I saw Ana looking my direction. I had managed to move discreetly without her knowing it. I’d made the mistake of having sex with Elena last night, thinking it would help me forget about Ana. It didn’t. Now she was following me around like a lost puppy.


Anastasia eyes narrowed as she watched Elena and me together. Could she be jealous? I wondered to myself. As much as I would have loved to pursue this little jealousy angle, all I really wanted was Ana.


I’d heard through the grapevine that she didn’t like games. She liked a man who knew what he wanted and took care of his woman. At least that’s what I heard from my sister Mia who was married to Ethan, another executive at Grey Industries, and a good friend. Mia didn’t like Jose. She didn’t go into details, simply saying, “I have my reasons.”


I looked again toward Anastasia, watching her eyes go from narrowed to hurt. We may not have been “together,” but I could see the pain in them. I’d been there myself, and it didn’t feel good, so I pushed Elena away, saying, “Look, Elena, I have to be honest with you. I don’t have any feelings for you. What happened last night was just a one-time thing. My heart belongs to someone else.” I said those things, all the while, looking at Anastasia.


Elena, noticing my distraction, followed my line of sight straight to Ana. Understanding, she turned back to me and said, “Ahhh, I see who you want. She’s a catch, that’s for sure!”


I looked at Elena in shock. How was she ok with this? Laughing at my expression, she explained, “You’re not the only one who likes to have a little fun, Christian. I’d hoped to have more than one night, but that’s the way it goes sometimes. I’ll leave you to it - go get your woman. I’m out of here while I still have time to find someone for myself.” I watched, stunned, as she walked away, on the prowl for her next conquest or I so thought.


Her first stop was Ana, which worried me at first, I’ll be honest. The old Christian wouldn’t care what a woman said about me, but Anastasia was different. I guess I was different, now, too. I watched Elena lean in and whispered in Ana’s ear. I felt my chest tighten, until much to my relief, I saw her look over at me and smiled.   


Elena grabbed Ana’s arm and dragged her to the dance floor. Smart girl. There was nothing sexier than watching two women dance together. She’d have the attention of every man in the room. It was nearing eleven o’clock; the party would be over at one. I watched the two of them moving to the beat, it was a sight to behold. Soon Kate joined them; they all moved seductively, bumping and grinding to the music. My eyes never left Anastasia - I watched her every move.


Before long I could see beads of sweat forming on her forehead, causing her long bangs to cling to her face. She walked away from the girls and went to the patio door. I could see the cool night breeze moving through her hair.


Deciding to join her, I sat my beer down on an abandoned table and headed for the patio. I moved in quietly behind Anastasia. I was so close to her, I could feel the heat radiating off her body. I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “So, Anastasia, have you been thinking about what I said to you earlier?”


I could feel her body stiffen at first. When she realized it was me, she relaxed and spoke quietly, asking, “You meant what you said earlier? About taking me away from Jose?”


Oh baby, it would be my pleasure. I moved my body closer to hers, caging her against the railing. I pushed my erection into her back, letting her know what she was doing to me.


“All you have to do is say the word, baby,” I breathed in her ear. “I’ve been watching you all week, dying to touch you. I can and will make you forget all about Jose Rodriguez.”


I loosened my hold so she could turn to face me. Her blue eyes met mine, filled with both lust and uncertainty. I had to remind myself that she was a good girl. She wanted me, but didn’t want anyone to get hurt.


“Tell me you want me, Anastasia. Tell me you want my lips on yours. Tell me that I’m the only one who can make you wet with need. Tell me I’m the one your heart desires. Tell me you want me forever,” I pleaded, desperate with need.


I so wanted Anastasia, and I hadn’t even kissed her yet. Up until now it had just been some harmless flirtation. But I wanted more, so much more. I needed to hear that she needed that, too.


Her face was so close; I wanted so much to press my lips to hers. But I was still a gentlemen and I didn’t want to push, so I allowed her to make the first move. Her lips were just inches from mine. God, how I ached for those rosy lips. My heart pounded in my chest when I heard her say,




“Anastasia ...tell me,” I implored.


Fuck! Her lips were right there, I could almost taste them. Our mouths hovered in anticipation.




God! Yes please, Anastasia. Tell me what you want!  I could feel her warm breath move across my cheek. Our eyes were closed, waiting for that moment when our lips would touch. Just as our lips were about to meet, we heard a harsh voice call out from behind us.




Damn it! We’d been so close! We jumped apart as Jose approached us. My eyes silently pleaded for her to stay with me.


“Babe, it's getting late. We need to head home,” Jose said, draping her jacket over her shoulders. He turned to me and said,“You have a good night, Christian. See ya in the office on Monday.”


I nodded, plastering a fake smile on my face as I watched them walk away. Fuck! God damn Rodriguez, always getting in the way. I took one last glance toward the door and saw Anastasia look my way again. They were saying their goodbyes. I walked to the bar, ready to drown my sorrows, when I saw Mia looking my way. I shook my head, letting her know nothing had happened. Not yet, anyway. She nodded back at me, silently acknowledging me.


As I stood there, swirling the scotch around in my glass, I swore to myself that this would be the last time I let her leave without me. Jose Rodriguez be damned.

A/N: Hey there. I hope you all liked it! Elena in this story will not be an older woman. I will have pictures in my Karen Cullen Grey group on Facebook.


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